Kal
Whispers
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the handsome stranger in our hall.
Scalp of grey now luscious locks, wrinkled eyes turned to youthful vigour.
Unworthy heirs scorned, a second chance at last, a new life for a king's ransom.
These thoughts and more had flown through the head of Marcus Roland, aged widower, media mogul, proud son of Chaldea. These thoughts and more had spurned him to disregard the instructions in order to chug not two, not three, but twelve doses of the elixir of youth he had purchased at great expense from a credible, if legally dubious source.
So it was that Roland awoke a confused teenager with a severe neurochemical imbalance and plentiful assets.
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<This is less than ideal.> The Shadows were hovering in the young millionaire's bathroom, staring down at the dozen discarded vials in his trash. <What a surprise.> The 'youth' himself was, unsurprisingly, nowhere to be seen. <Save the 'I told you so's', it's not like we can administrate it through hospitals. Deal with this, please? I have business elsewhere.>
<Don't worry, I'll take care of it. One for all, all for one, no? Besides, how much trouble can one teen get into?>
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Public thread, open-ended, blah blah blah. Anyone can write Roland as an NPC in this thread - dude's a bit unbalanced.
Scalp of grey now luscious locks, wrinkled eyes turned to youthful vigour.
Unworthy heirs scorned, a second chance at last, a new life for a king's ransom.
These thoughts and more had flown through the head of Marcus Roland, aged widower, media mogul, proud son of Chaldea. These thoughts and more had spurned him to disregard the instructions in order to chug not two, not three, but twelve doses of the elixir of youth he had purchased at great expense from a credible, if legally dubious source.
So it was that Roland awoke a confused teenager with a severe neurochemical imbalance and plentiful assets.
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<This is less than ideal.> The Shadows were hovering in the young millionaire's bathroom, staring down at the dozen discarded vials in his trash. <What a surprise.> The 'youth' himself was, unsurprisingly, nowhere to be seen. <Save the 'I told you so's', it's not like we can administrate it through hospitals. Deal with this, please? I have business elsewhere.>
<Don't worry, I'll take care of it. One for all, all for one, no? Besides, how much trouble can one teen get into?>
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Public thread, open-ended, blah blah blah. Anyone can write Roland as an NPC in this thread - dude's a bit unbalanced.