Riffael [Riff] Raffit (
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They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
Yet I'll not shed her blood;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
When I have pluck'd the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again.
It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree.
Be thus when thou art dead,
And I will kill thee, and love thee after.
One more kiss, and this the last:
So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
M.O.C.
[ooc: The second clue, pointing to the second murder--!! This time, apparently Riffael is the lackey having to post it, but it's okay. He's having quite a lot of fun.
And do we, perhaps... have a
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[ooc: Sob. If he only knew.]
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Another shank of poetry to fill the dreary evening. And from Othello, no less. I trust the sharer isn't weeping 'cruel tears'?
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Such a terrible situation.