[Shikieiki is facing the camera in her most stiff stance, magical aura aflare. In person, she is probably 5'4" on a tall day...but now she seems like she might as well be eight feet tall with how powerful and large her aura makes her seem. Her eyes, though, are intense and open, not cold and harsh; they peer into you, whoever you may be.]


I stand for those who will not rush into battle.

I will not escalate this. I will not cry havoc against the Deities or cut down the resistance. I will take no sides. In a battle where neither army is given any information past what is required to stoke them into a rage, I refuse to take the bait.

Justice is blind, but it is not deaf. I would ask that someone, anyone, from either side, agree to some sort of diplomacy here. We need ambassadors, decorum, a process. We do not need these threats and this death.

Please give this one chance before the fabric of the City's society breaks down.


I would extend a request to both the revolutionary leaders and to the Deities to agree to a single day of diplomatic discussion between representatives of either side. This chaotic damming of information and discourse has to stop. This fighting is happening because no words are being exchanged, because neither side is showing regard for the other. Please, try, before all is said and done and the blood has been spilled.

I would also ask for help from whichever individuals are not involved in this upcoming chaos. If we have support, we can be a real voice over the screams of battle. We can form another group; we can stand for reason and action, not presumption and reaction. If you want this to end...do not choose. No one is taking your free will from you. You do not have to choose an army to fight with, and you do not have to shed blood. We are the diplomats and the negotiators, the medics and the caretakers, the cooks and the quartermasters...but also the commanders and the honorable soldiers. We do not rush into bloodshed. We stand for civility and pride in our actions.

I also request that whoever is of similar mind on the police force, to help me in safely defusing conflict that may occur as a result of this unrest. We cannot let the City devolve into chaos. I have decided to make this a public request, so that my intentions may be known, and so that I am hiding nothing.

First and foremost, if anyone happens to be caught in the midst of a battle they'd prefer to avoid, please feel completely free to let me know. I have at my disposal a vehicle capable of flight, and I would be more than happy to lend its services in the name of safe transport to your home or any other location.

Beyond merely offering safe transit within the City as needed, I'm not certain precisely what else can be done from within with our present level of knowledge. I must admit to being more than a bit concerned with a power struggle taking place within a dimension that functions as a controlled nexus, the management of which is accomplished through means which we do not yet understand. Already we've seen the curses disrupted - a startling mechanical discrepancy to the City's established mode of functioning - and the beings who call themselves deities provoked to paranoid suspicion and witch hunts. What troubles me most greatly, however, are the potential implications of a nexus that supports some form of unknown interdimensional connectivity sustaining damage that could possibly lead to instability in all of the timelines to which it is connected - or in less oblique terms, each and every one of our own dimensions of origin.

[Why do his musings always go this way.]

Whether or not the sky is falling, the world is ending, the zombies are coming in again... you all better know for sure City General is open for business. Your business. No bodies in the street. At least die here so you can stay out of the way. As long as things run like they have, you'll pop back up in 24 hours.

Somebody said it once. I'm saying it again. I mean, in case you're learning impaired. Now is not the time to completely act like idiots. I've had my share of doubts. I've seen a liberation attempt or three. Until I see the door, I'm sticking to my guns. The healing guns. Even if it means dealing with having a floral cane. 

The criminal responsible will be punished at a later time.