Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer//Panzermagier

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

What flowers would you wear, dear citizens?

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]]

Really, now. Would a true witch have allowed you to capture them? How insulting.



Come for me, if you will. I will be waiting.

[[OOC: Isaak finds this entire thing highly amusing, and so will be waiting for any witch hunters looking for trouble. So, who wants to play~? >3]]