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On the other side of the door, in dim light, two young girls, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, huddled together on a bed. The room was somewhat stark and plain, and only dimly lit by nightlights around the baseboard. The other bed was neatly made, and several stylish, age appropriate outfits were hung on a rolling garment rack. The girls were both dark haired, dark eyed, and bore an uncanny resemblance to Eliza. "Mr. Jacobson, may I introduce my nieces, the future Eliza and Evangeline Beauchamp.<br><br> | On the other side of the door, in dim light, two young girls, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, huddled together on a bed. The room was somewhat stark and plain, and only dimly lit by nightlights around the baseboard. The other bed was neatly made, and several stylish, age appropriate outfits were hung on a rolling garment rack. The girls were both dark haired, dark eyed, and bore an uncanny resemblance to Eliza. "Mr. Jacobson, may I introduce my nieces, the future Eliza and Evangeline Beauchamp.<br><br> | ||
| − | Desperation and fear poured from their auras in a way that was physically painful to Renny. He tried to distance it, to evaluate the situation. Doppelgangers, of course. Eliza and Evangeline wouldn’t be the first to have human duplicates that would enable them re-enter and attend on Mortal society. Given their appearance, and age it was a few years off yet. The girls would likely go off to college, then come back and the switch would be complete. If the girls were lucky, they’d be ghouls for a few decades, until they were too old to be useful; if not so lucky a lonely ditch or swamp awaited them. He forced a concerned calm onto his face and Brooklyn out of his speech, “Charmed, I’m sure.” | + | Desperation and fear poured from their auras in a way that was physically painful to Renny. He tried to distance it, to evaluate the situation. Doppelgangers, of course. Eliza and Evangeline wouldn’t be the first to have human duplicates that would enable them re-enter and attend on Mortal society. Given their appearance, and age it was a few years off yet. The girls would likely go off to college, then come back and the switch would be complete. If the girls were lucky, they’d be ghouls for a few decades, until they were too old to be useful; if not so lucky a lonely ditch or swamp awaited them. He forced a concerned calm onto his face and Brooklyn out of his speech, “Charmed, I’m sure.” |
Eliza smiled, and batted her eyes. "You do go on, Mr. Jacobson." She gripped the girls by the chin, squeezing hard, to make them open their eyes and look into her yes. "You will answer to this man like he was your father, Eliza, Evangeline. You'll live so much longer if you keep this mean, bad man happy." She reached into her pocket again, and took out a wet wipe, and cleaned her hands meticulously. "You feel you can identify these little malefactors, Mr. Jacobson? If so, we can return upstairs and I will answer your remaining questions."<br><br> | Eliza smiled, and batted her eyes. "You do go on, Mr. Jacobson." She gripped the girls by the chin, squeezing hard, to make them open their eyes and look into her yes. "You will answer to this man like he was your father, Eliza, Evangeline. You'll live so much longer if you keep this mean, bad man happy." She reached into her pocket again, and took out a wet wipe, and cleaned her hands meticulously. "You feel you can identify these little malefactors, Mr. Jacobson? If so, we can return upstairs and I will answer your remaining questions."<br><br> | ||
