Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer//Panzermagier

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.

"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?

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

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

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.

*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.*

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

What flowers would you wear, dear citizens?

[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.

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.

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?

To see such power used yet again - yes, the Contra Mundi...the god who has slaughtered millions...

To see you in all your glory, Crusnik 02, to have the honor - if mein Herr had been here to see such a wondrous sight


Father Nightroad?

Well now, isn't this just pleasant. I see some of you are enjoying the benefits of fine weather. An amusing change from the past few curses, no?

[[ooc: Isaak has a little sun floating along after him. Yes, sadistically/evilly cheerful still counts as cheerful >[ ]]

My Lady Astaroshe Aslan. Ever a pleasure, I must say.

It occurs again, then.

Ladies, gentlemen. Welcome.

So the Puppetmaster is gone, then. There are but a few remnants of the Orden left in the City.

Even then.

[Filtered to Takasugi//His people]

Herr Takasugi. I should like to invite you and yours for supper come tomorrow evening. There are matters to discuss, and it would do us both good if we were better acquainted.

[/Filtered]

It would seem that I am in need of more cigars. How inconvenient.


[[Orden Filter]]

It looks like Father Abel Nightroad has once again returned. None of you are to approach him with your Orden identities; it seems like he does not yet have knowledge of who we are.

[[/Filter]]

[Filtered to Caterina Sforza//Private]

My Lady. Your orders as of now are as follows. Both your agents have apparently returned, and you are to tell your hound to explicitly reveal nothing about the Orden's presence/activities in the City. You are, of course, bound to silence as well. Neither Abel Nightroad nor - should any of your agents appear in this City - anyone else will be privy to such information.

Of course, my position as Magician will be kept silent as well, and you are to relay such messages to your agent, Tres Iqus.

If you wish to show your loyalty to the Orden, my dear madame, this would be a ripe opportunity to do so.

[/Filtered]

Ah, Venizia, bella. The memories that you bring back with you are glorious, indeed. A fitting stage, perhaps, for the story that spawned this day. A fine bottle of Rosso di Montalcino, perhaps, to commemorate Valentinus.

How ironic, that the patron saint of love was such an unschooled, clumsy lover. Perhaps the day of Lupercalia would be more to your tastes, Citizens? It is but a day away, all things considered.

Should anyone have a story or two to spare, a little time to lavish on fine dining, I will be found at the highest bridge that stretches over these rivers. After all, this day places an emphasis on such indulgences, doesn't it?

[Private//Flammenschwert]

I require your report immediately.

[/Private]

[[ooc: Isaak will be nicely settled at a small table set for two and fine delicacies laid out for both himself and guests. Log for those who want to, and commentspam for everyone else~]]

It seems like our interests must bear protecting now, yes? It seems like none is quite so easy to discreetly manipulate as the one named Prince Charming. The ones fronting senseless violence are excellent candidates, but perhaps would lack the intellectual savvy needed to pull off more...intricate plans.

This race would be interesting to watch, indeed.

Hn, I told you no, did I not? Truly, one must learn to take rejection with a certain measure of grace, or horrid consequences may be suffered as a result.

Ah, you're still coming? How very unfortunate, then. I had hoped not to get myself involved as well; the stains are exceedingly hard to remove from such coats.

Well then, perhaps you would do the honor of being meals for my pets; they can be so awfully testy when they're hungry. A pity, you all would have been rather fine company, too. But perhaps we only have Fate to blame.

*and there is the sound of guttural sounds, more hellish noises, thumping, chewing, and digesting*





[[OOC: Commentlog for anyone who wants to happen by him, journal for the rest :3]]

To the masses of new, incorporeal stalkers; kindly keep it down. If you wish to impart whatever pearls of wisdom you find pertinent, or simply to level various accusations at me, please wait your turn. I'm currently rather occupied with the newest purchases of Merlot at the moment.