Difference between revisions of "Trent/Contacts"

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Izayah: Mein Herr. Why do I need salvation, when I feel so happy?

Ramona: A voice of reason. Let the cubs learn from your words and claws.

Mewt: I've grown to like you and your team. Treat the doctor well.

Raquel: meine Dame. Security Chief. Wonderful baker. But is something unmutual festering underneath?

Barksdale: Another Glass Walker convert. Likes technology, as do I. Brought us to Lady Thrace.

Zora: The Commandant. Conscripted me from marketing division into this fine company of rejects.

Novak: Herr Doktor. Completely brilliant and completely insane. And completely important to me.

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-[[Izayah]]: Mein Herr.
+[[Izayah]]: Mein Herr. Why do I need salvation, when I feel so happy?
 [[Ramona]]: A voice of reason. Let the cubs learn from your words and claws.
-[[Mewt]]: You even ''think'' about threatening him again, I'll shove so much dynamite up your ass, you'll hit the moon.
+[[Mewt]]: I've grown to like you and your team. Treat the doctor well.
-[[Dawson]]: Let's be friends.
+[[Raquel]]: meine Dame. Security Chief. Wonderful baker. But is something unmutual festering underneath?
-[[Barksdale]]: My Alpha, but I don't know him very well.
+[[Barksdale]]: Another Glass Walker convert. Likes technology, as do I. Brought us to Lady Thrace.
 [[Zora]]: The Commandant. Conscripted me from marketing division into this fine company of rejects.
-[[Dusty]]: He seems to have precisely the desired proportions of pathetic and batshit crazy.
+[[Novak]]: Herr Doktor. Completely brilliant and completely insane. And completely important to me.