Anon Text

[allinhishands]

What fine skills you all display today.

I do hope they linger awhile.

It would be a shame for them all to go away.

For things to return to being a trial.

M.O.C.



[ooc: As always, all responses from him will automatically be in anon text.]

Comments

[misterblackbird]

It's been some time since you last graced the Network with your poetry, hasn't it?

[ooc: No, he has no idea who he's talking to...]

[allinhishands]

I was concerned the City had come to miss me.

[misterblackbird]

Heaven forbid it. Where would we be without your witty observations.

[allinhishands]

Likely in the same place you are now but without the poetry.

[misterblackbird]

Likely so. And will our poet ever reveal himself?

[allinhishands]

Do you desire to know so badly?

[misterblackbird]

I do, of course. Anyone who's written under a pen name can attest to that.

But you've only ever told me to consider your initials.

[allinhishands]

That I have. I do often wonder what you have made of them.

[misterblackbird]

I won't say as yet. And I suppose you won't give any suggestions either.

[allinhishands]

Naturally. It would be far too easy for you then.

[misterblackbird]

As I supposed, of course.

[allinhishands]

I think we enjoy this, in a way. This wall of mystery between us.

[misterblackbird]

Perhaps. I'll grant you this: it does give me something to puzzle over, to be sure.

[ Anonymous; ]

[unflagging]

You're a terrible poet.

[ Anonymous; ]

[allinhishands]

I would apologize were I actually regretful.

[ Anonymous; ]

[unflagging]

Please tell me you do something besides write terrible poetry.

[ Anonymous; ]

[allinhishands]

I do indeed.

[ Anonymous; ]

[unflagging]

Thank heavens for small mercies.

And what, pray tell, do you do?

[ Anonymous; ]

[allinhishands]

Plan out performances for the City. Something to keep them entertained.

[ Anonymous; ]

[unflagging]

Sounds interesting.

[ Anonymous; ]

[allinhishands]

It is for those with the right tastes in entertainment.

[ Anonymous; ]

[unflagging]

And to what do those tastes run?

[ Anonymous; ]

[allinhishands]

Blood, poison, suffocation...

[ Anonymous; ]

[unflagging]

How dramatic!

[ Anonymous; ]

[allinhishands]

Shakespeare often is.