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  <title>Antonio de Luca, known as Anthony Herrod</title>
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  <title>Background - Meeting Vanessa</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;She wore pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots... and lots... of pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fact continued to amuse him as he swam, powerfully built arms slicing his way through the waters of the massive pool at Vanessa&apos;s manor. His entirely bare form glistened in the water as he did lap after lap. It was as much a matter of physical training and upkeep as it was the sensation - he was an Inquisitor, yes; feared by some and honored by others, but he was still &lt;em&gt;daeva, &lt;/em&gt;and there was no mistakening the enjoyable sensation of the water coursing over his flesh and the stretching of his muscles as he swam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick witted. Fashion aware, and socially savvy. &lt;em&gt;Mother chose well&lt;/em&gt;, he thought, letting his feet touch one wall of the pool as he flipped and began to swim back the length of it. Even if she chose with the normal amount of... irony... that his mother selected, her embraces were almost always excellent. Vanessa was a social whirlwind, and even if she was young still, she&apos;d be a force to be reckoned with in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not the first time, he cursed the debilitating effects of his torpor; memories fogging back as to when and why he was embraced, but for his very Crone mother to have embraced him... well, God did have a sense of humor, after all. As did Mother, no doubt, he thought as his mind turned back to Vanessa. She was pretty, in that American way, and he&apos;d have been amazed if his little sister had ever even left the United States, save for fashion galavants to Paris or Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio paused in the shallow end of the pool, standing up and stretching out the muslces that were beginning to blearily report back fatigue. He was not a vain creature, per se, but even still he knew he was attractive and enjoyed the sensations of life perhaps a bit too much. Hearing a noise, he glanced back over to the house just in time to see her standing there, clad in a pink bathing suit that shifted its tones slightly to not be garish. With some small amount of amusement he watched as she tried to process some comment, and was happy when it only took her a moment to find her purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, however,&amp;nbsp;cut her off with a smirk, noting that the expression on her face would&apos;ve blushed if she were yet capaable of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Buena suera, sorella. Lovely pool you have.&amp;quot;</description>
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