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[Cezanne Abella]

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After a 48-hour poster-making marathon, approximately 238 hand cramps, and 36 cups of very strong tea, Cezanne bounced buoyantly through the streets of one city after another, lovingly pinning posters to bulletin boards, the sides of broken-down wagons, inn doors, and tavern walls. She made no distinction between races, creeds, or religions. She vandalized everyone equally in the names of Love and the Rebirth of Spring.

[Harlequin]

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“Frickin' pigeon…” Harlequin stood motionless, the lines and flourishes of her makeup blurring slightly as they melted in the Umbran mist. She narrowed her eyes at the wretched thing perched atop the bank doorway. He cooed and swiveled tauntingly, flapping his wings occasionally to punctuate his demented dance atop the edge of the roof of the Umbran bank.

“I’ll take care of you.” Swiftly she took out an arrow and notched it, leveling her aim at the perverse pigeon and his dance of doom.

“GOTCHA!” A man in black leathers and a tattered, embroidered lavender vest made a dive at the bird and seized it, mid-undulation. The pigeon cut off his hateful cooing with a surprised squeak as the gypsy manhandled him.

Harlequin watched for a moment, shaking her head at the spectacle before remembering her quest. She stopped and briefly smiled as she read over a parchment poster with a pale rose announcing a gypsy wedding before wandering inside in search of the one they called Drayek.
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Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
~Paul Laurence Dunbar