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Shasta, of course, has been here for some time, slipping through the door in the wake of Phantom (who, he was sure, missed him entirely due to his egomaniacal delusions [:P]). Having seated himself in an out of the way corner, he fiddled with a silver thumb-ring, twisting it round and round his finger as more and more Barrow-Downers showed up.
Girl flirting with Phantom - Fea. Check.
Oh, look, Nerwen forgot to take off her cheerleader outfit. Those pom-poms would be recognizeable anywhere.
Guy with multiple personalities? Gotta be Nilp.
The others were unfamiliar to Shasta, but he was confident he'd learn all their names soon enough. He leaned back in his chair, balancing it against the wall, putting his feet up on the table and clasping his hands behind his head as he waited to be noticed.
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Shasta– ... However, if he's innocent his famous clairvoyant powers must be taking the week off. Meanwhile, the Night-kills have been awfully effective– almost like we're dealing with a psychic wolf... - Nerwen, WW LXXV
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