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Jul. 16th, 2008

Hm, Cigar

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Enforcing such laws in your own interests. Would it truly work, when it has failed for so long in this City?

Such mindless madness you indulge in.

Jun. 28th, 2008

In the end

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"To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled
Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;
And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,
You heard as if an army muttered;
And the muttering grew to a grumbling;
And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;
And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,
Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,
Families by tens and dozens,
Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—
Followed the Piper for their lives."


How quaint that you're following in their footsteps, citizens. Life always does imitate art, doesn't it?

Jun. 22nd, 2008

In the end

(no subject)

Ah, yet another curse upon us? How familiar. I suggest that quarantines be set up as soon as possible, lest it affect you all.

Jun. 17th, 2008

In the end

(no subject)

How quiet it is lately, City. Could it be that yet another cycle of peace and complacency is upon us?





[Alias :: Isaac Butler :: Unhackable]



To be delivered to:

Astaroshe Aslan

Specially plucked for the exquisite woman I had the pleasure of dining with.


With fondest regards,
Isaac Butler

Jun. 4th, 2008

[Isaac] Smile

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My Lady Astaroshe, sincere apologies for being so tardy with this request. I would be very much honored if you will grace me with your presence for this evening's dinner. I remember I promised you this a few months back.

Jun. 3rd, 2008

Elements

[Locked to Byakuran, Shouichi]

*It's already evening, and Isaak's immense lab is completely empty, but he isn't too perturbed, as he lights a clove and brings it to his lips, taking a long, slow drag, looking out the window.

Just another day of business.*

Jun. 1st, 2008

In the end

(no subject)

It was white lilies, wasn't it, that adorned the graves of the dead?

What flowers would you wear, dear citizens?

Apr. 29th, 2008

Hm, Cigar

(no subject)

[Filtered//Major]

Has his price been determined yet, Herr Major? Perhaps I should start preparations. After all, a man in need of such vital functions will pay almost anything to have it returned.

[/Filtered]



The walking dead once again? How truly convenient. Kindly refrain from stepping close to the tables - tsk, how rude.

*And this is Isaak. This is Isaak settling comfortably at a table for two outside Cafe Juliet with an espresso in hand and newly beheaded zombies littering the area around him. It's a wonderful day out for a chat, isn't it?*

Yes, I'll have another cup of espresso please, thank you.

Apr. 27th, 2008

Oh really; now

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So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb, for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an Angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not they hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.


Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori. Indeed.

Apr. 20th, 2008

Oh really; now

(no subject)

Surely you would have remembered, Maestro. The third, fourth, fifth - the finest waltzes ever written had been kept for the one with such vulgar wit. Tsk. A waste, was it not, that Strauss would rather not save it for an act much worth savoring.

Then again, it has always been the habit of ones like you and yours, has it not?

Indulge me, citizens; that I may strive to engage in artistic, intellectual perhaps banal pursuits yet again. What are your pleasures in life?

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