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and stupid to accept my offer of help.

Now, that's the first time you're right.

But this is so important for our mission.

Then, it's a good thing it's not

your problem anymore, right?

Mr. Bernard! Would you please go pick

up my dress for the cherry blossom ball

down at Walden Jones!

Jack the Ripper was terrorizing the East End,

in case you went out there.

1888 was very dangerous,

so watch yourself, okay?

The plague was around pretty

much all the time, but in 1348...

...1528 and 1664

it was particularly bad.

Sounds awful.

My mum says thanks for the donation.

At least this is good for the cats.

This investigative journalism

is embedded in my blood.

What we need now are photos:

"Photos from the past",

what a scoop!

Did Gideon ever say what

this "Raven's magic" was?

I have no idea:
I can't do magic, or fly,

and I don't see visions, like Aunt Maddy does.

I'm thinking it has something to do

with the prophecy about the Ruby, but

I don't think the Order really knows

what the deal is with that.

Alright...

A meeting with the weird Count

could answer your questions for you.

Lucy said he's dangerous.

Here, this is all I can find:

"Master of alchemy,

occultist and composer..."

Leslie Hay and Gwendolyn Shepherd!

Open this door. Come out of there at once!

It's the girls' room.

You realize that right, Mr. Whitman?

Gwendolyn, I warned you, didn't I?

Give me you notes.

You have "Ravens", "Gem Stones",

"Time Machines".

Mr. Whitman's one of them,

they're everywhere.

And now he's got my notes.

He didn't believe that I'm

preparing a paper on metaphysics.

You were you smoking in the bathroom?

No, you jerkoff, we just wanted

to talk in private.

You skipped class so you could talk. Girls!

Ya! Girls.

She must have had a makeover.

That's the only way she looks like that.

Looks pretty good. Sort of...

She's still clumsy, remember.

No makeover can ever change

that fact, of course!

Gwen?

Gwenny?

Hey! Hold on!

Who are you?

If I may introduce myself:

James Augustus Peregrine

Pympoole-Bothame.

Who are you talking to?

Ah, this weird guy here.

He's standing right there.

There's nobody here.

Are you new here?

Ah! Please! That's an absurd question.

This estate has belonged to three generations

of the esteemed Pympoole-Bothames.

Our school?

You really see someone?

And he's talking? What's he saying?

He says St Lennox's is his "estate".

Tell me you see this guy?

You think he's a ghost?

Are you a ghost?

Who is this imbecile?

She should eradicate that

thing from her mouth.

He says that you're attractive.

How nice.

You deserve a scolding!

Lying is unsightly!

When were you born, James?

Good question.

The 31st of March in the year 1762.

Three weeks ago was my 21st birthday.

The ball was spectacular!

The 31st of March 1762.

Gosh!

One thing, um, I think I was there:

candle light, violins, wicked wigs...

Anyone who is anyone came to London

to see me in honor of the occasion.

Wow, you can see ghosts!

Is he see-through or is he black and white?

You... ah...

You don't happen to know a count

who looks like this, do you?

The Count of Saint-Germain,

a splendid likeness.

He was a guest at my ball, too.

And a fascinating man, as well.

They say he can read your thoughts, in here...

...get inside people's heads.

Hang on, James, wait a second!

Does he really think I'm cute?

Yeah...

Wow! That's quite a ride, huh?

I wonder if the rumors are true,

and Madonna's daughter does go to this school,

incognito, of course.

Ya! That's why they sent a

limo to pick her up!

So no one knows she goes here.

Incognito! Right?

Think he's taking her to the Cherry

Blossem ball? I'll bet he is!

Look, Wow, he's touching her.

He's holding her hand

and now he's kissing her.

Actually, it appears he is

quite good-looking. Here.

Hm... I'm not impressed.

Gwendolyn!

Go on! Go ahead! Your limousine awaits!

Excuse me.

Hi.

Hi.

You get taller overnight?

No, Madame Rossini

shortened my skirt for me.

Let's go then,

the Count doesn't like to wait.

Corset and skirt:

not made of whalebone,

but of feather-light,

high-tech carbon fibre.

Voila. And the shoes have

reinforced iron toecaps, for self-defence.

Ah, quite an afternoon ensemble,

trs lgante.

I'm a genius.

You must absolutely tell me

what the Count wore. Oui?

Stand still, he won't eat you.

Voila.

It actually looks pretty good.

You used the toilet, didn't you dear?

Any just how you expect to

make a pee pee?

Have you ever actually seen

a toilet in 18th century?

Um...

Bonjour, Madame...

...Mademoiselle.

And now the hat.

Trs chic.

You look quite... authentic.

Hm! From a guy in panty-hose.

Be careful that you don't get a run there.

But I had laid out the canary-yellow

stockings for you! Didn't you notice?

You little rebel!

They were too bright for me.

Yes! But the men from the rococo

period wore bright colours.

Please, have you any coins?

Any coins to spare? Any coins to spare?

I could use some coins. Thank you!

Oh...... mercy!......

Help me!

What's wrong with his fingers?

It's the plague,

the "Black Death".

That black coloring on his skin

means the tissue is dying.

But don't worry, you've been immunized.

Is there any way we can help?

We're not allowed to.

Besides, the Order feels

that such natural selection is imperative

to keeping the human gene pool complete.

"Natural Selection"?

Are you monsters

or just heartless idiots?

You'll see.

He's impressive, the Count.

Can he really read your thoughts?

What? Who said that he could?

If he can, I wasn't aware...

...or my thoughts weren't

just interesting to him.

And, if he attempts to read my thoughts?

Just think about nothing,

or something useless.

It shouldn't be too hard for you.

Something useless?

Don't worry,

I won't leave you on your own.

Is that a threat?

No, that's a promise.

Lord Brompton...

Allow me to introduce my great-great-great

grandson's great-great-great grandson,

Gideon de Villiers.

Lord Brompton.

I see my lineage has continued

to sprout quite elegantly, huh?

A dashing young man!

The venerable Count is attempting

to bring some entertainment to us again.

Amusing, highly amusing!

L'heure du rubis...

...est arrive?

Nous avons malheureusement prpar

Ia mauvaise personne pour Ia mission.

You don't even speak French?

Salut? Bonjour? Ca va?

Croissant... le Count?

So, am I wrong in thinking

that the Guardians in your era

do not take their duties seriously?

I believe the answer is in this letter.

So then, you're the Ruby.

What is your magic?

What's special about you,

ma petite fille?

There isn't anything special, Sir.

Monsieur.

Then what are you doing here?

Ah, to find out what happens

when the Circle of 12 is closed.

And what its got to do with me?

Magnifique, magnifique!

Excellent entertainment!

I don't think that you're at all capable

of understanding what's going on here.

you see, the female blood is very sluggish.

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