Dark in the Dollhouse Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Farwells

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At the dawn of a new morning, seven people stood around a wooden table. Atop of it, there was a large sheet of paper with numerous scribbles and drawings on it. Putting his hand on the edges of the table, Varco leaned forward and said, “So, has everyone prepared themselves?” his violet eyes scanned the six people surrounding him. He added in a stern voice, “If you are going to opt out, do so now. After this however, you can’t return. No matter how much you end up regretting it, there would be no turning back.” A loud laughter rang out. It was a long haired man in a dark green kimono. He looked at Varco and clicked his tongue playfully. “C’mon Boss! You know there ain’t any cowards here. Give us some credit now,” Riyo said with a grin as he put his hands behind his head. “It’s as he said, Mr. Midnight. We are professionals too,” A petite woman with short soft-pink hair said as she fiddled with her staff. With an ornate black and turquoise robe and a large pointed hat on her head, the lady’s blue eyes glanced up at Varco for a moment before continuing to fiddle with her twisting wooden staff. There was a deep blue orb attached to its end that shimmered like a glittering ocean. She raised her staff in front of the window of the large but empty room and looked at it under the soft rays of sunlight. Varco chuckled and replied, “I wasn’t doubting you, Riyo, Sariel. It’s just protocol. If none of you have any doubts, then we’ll proceed onwards to the Guilds’ Association for one final report.” Varco looked at them once again. Romina stood beside the window with her hands in her pocket. This time, she wore a simple white shirt with the falling anchor of her guild over it and the sleeves folded up to her elbows, revealing the winding snake tattoo on her left arm. Her almond eyes were narrow as she looked rather drowsy. She gave Varco a thumbs up and said, “I’m chill with it,” before going back to doing her own thing. The three other men similarly stood about. “If I may ask, Sir Varco, approximately when will we be reaching the Inner Ring? Is the rendezvous with the patrol there at the same time or is there a delay in between? I believe you said you’ll inform us of the exact timings before we set off,” the thin, sharp faced man inquired as he propped up his glasses. He wore a black two piece suit and a striped tie with a gold violin pin on it. On his hands, he wore black gloves with two revolvers hoisted by his waist. His dark slicked back hair glistened with a smooth sheen as an aura of discipline emanated out of him. He crossed his arms in front of him and looked at Varco, his cobalt eyes narrow as he awaited his words. “That I did,” Varco said as he rummaged through the pocket of his coat and brought out a silver pocket-watch. He opened it and looked at the time before nodding and replying, “We leave for the Inner Ring at 8’o clock, approximately one hour from now. The rendezvous time was communicated to be around 8:15, but can be 8:30 if we account for possible delays from both sides. You don’t need to worry about missing anything Zane, my Artistry will make sure that everything is done within time.” Zane chuckled as he put his hand over his chest and gave Varco a respectable bow. “You have my thanks, Sir Varco. My guild and boss may find your presence a nuisance, but I personally really admire your abilities. My character just doesn’t let me detest those with skills, even if my peers says otherwise.” Varco laughed. “I don’t mind if you detest me as well. I believe you are apt enough to not let your personal agendas interfere with your work, whether it be in the Golden Chords or the Deep Expedition.” Zane smiled as he propped his glasses once again. He replied, “Your beliefs won’t go unfounded.” Varco smiled and looked at the other two. “You two don’t have anything to add? Wygor, Ludwic?” “Nah. We don’t got any problems. Or do we, Ludwic?” The man named Wygor said as he gave Ludwic a side glance with a grin on his face. He was a dark