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“Tell me about the breed again?” The blonde woman inquired as her left hand ran from the horse's back, to its flank, and finally the croup where she gave it a gentle pat on the dark ebony coloured skin. ”This breed descended from horses originally sent to the “New World” by King Louis XIV of France around the late 1600’s. Mostly Arab, and Barb ancestry – makes it a good hearty horse.” The seller said as he came around the opposite side of the horse, doing the typical run of a hand from the shoulder, to the elbow, to the forearm and knee, gently lifting it to show Elizabeth the size of the hooves.


”This fellow comes from a thoroughbred family. Could show you all the papers to prove it.” He said, but Elizabeth was already taking a step back from the horse and shaking her head. “Yes, but he's French.” The woman looked at the horse woefully, before sighing. “Have you anything...English, or perhaps Arabian that has not been bred with a French horse?” The seller cocked an eye at her, giving her an incredulous look. ”Why would we have anything lesser?' He blinked, confused as to why Elizabeth wouldn't want his very best horse.

The woman in a dark green coloured dress, black boots with a black hat, frowned and looked around. “I do not plan on racing the horse. It is for enjoyment. Riding, of course, but I do not plan on making the horse a career choice for myself or anyone.” Elizabeth turned to look at the other horses, waiting to be observed by the woman, each held by the reigns of its trainer, before her blue eyes narrowed and she saw something...prancing alongside a fence line in a large pen in the distance. She couldn't be certain as to what it was; it was much smaller than the large, prestigious breeds she was surrounded by. Her right hand lifted and a finger pointed to the creature in the pen, before she asked the expected, “And what of that?” There was a laugh and then a clearing of his throat, before the male came around and faced her, blocking Elizabeth's view of the four legged creature. ”That is an ***. A donkey.” He chortled down a laugh before Elizabeth nodded her head in recognition. Of course. She remembered what it looked like from when she was a child. It had been alive before she was born and hadn't made it past her fifth birthday, and since then, Elizabeth hadn't seen one in decades. No, centuries. ”He won't get you very far on any sort of ride. They don't like being rode. They're good for the earth-working it. Do you have a farm?” He asked, believing now what sort of person Elizabeth was. A woman with a hobby farm.

“I do not, no.” Elizabeth replied curtly before she opened her black purse and pulled out a few colourful forms of currency. “However, I do need that...'***'. Do you deliver?” Elizabeth mused aloud as she waited for the male to name his price and after seeing that she was willing to part away with some rather large bills and in a hurry too, the seller didn't waste his time making a small profit. ”We can. For a price.” Elizabeth nodded her head and then pulled out a four fifty dollar notes. “Of course. He will need a bow as well. He is to be a present.” She smiled at the male, before shoving the remainder of her money in the purse. ”You sure you don't want a horse? Nightshade has won a derby-end of last year.” He said, pointing to the black horse once again, wanting to rid Elizabeth of even more money. “No, thank you. Perhaps another time. Now....do you know where Genesis Solutions is?” The woman smiled warmly at the male as Elizabeth started to lay the foundation of her 'gift' to Doc.

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Since hiring Cyril, Doc left the running of his businesses to him, except for Genesis Solutions and Forbidden Desires. Cyril was the most ethical of businessmen, therefore Doc never even told Cyril about those businesses. Even when Cyril asked about the Solutions, since it shared its name with the Lab, Doc pawned him off by saying it was nothing more than a mostly defunct off-shoot of the lab, that now is nothing more than office space for rent to people who need an office but do not have the revenue flow to support such a storefront for their business.

It was mostly true. That was the cover. Space could be rented and utilized as a business address on a month to month basis; and it was utilized. Due to the nature of that sort of business, people and businesses were always coming and and going, while Lennox took care of the ‘real’ solutions that needed to be handled. Because Lennox was effective, Doc didn’t really need to keep a close eye on it. He could trust it was being taken care of, therefore he didn’t need to go by there regularly. So when he did eventually end up stopping by, he noticed the flowers.

Sighing, Doc stopped and stared at them. He debated ripping them out. But he knew if he did, he would never hear the end of it. He knew who was behind it. The Ball and Chain. Her ******* obsession with flowers. Flower drapes, flower sheets, flower shower curtains, and flower plates. Plates. What did they even need plates for?! And with flowers all over them, no less. OH but they had them. Twelve place settings of them, In some ******* ridiculously expensive pattern that can only be purchased in one ******* place, that the Chain simply had to have.

Doc stared at the flowers. They looked like her ******* plates. He had no idea what possessed her to plant the damn things, but he knew she was probably having the place scoped out by her thrall, to see his reaction. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tapped one out. After lighting it, he took his time smoking it, while standing next to the offending flowers. After a few minutes, and taking one last drag from the cigarette, he flicked the used butt into the flowerbed, with a ‘**** you’ flourish. Then he went inside.