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[ Ah, the cheerful sight of vaguely evolved trash cans, taking a street by storm! Nothing too especial today, except -

...this squad of five Dalek representatives keeps rotating in one and... carrying an organized protest? Chanting? Cheerleading?! ]

SE. TSU. NA. GIVE. GIVE. SE. TSU. NA. GIVE. SE. TSU. NA. SE. TSU. NA. SETSUNA. SETSUNA. GIVE. SETSUNA. SETSUNA. SETSUNA. SE. TSU. NA. GIVE. SETSUNA...

[ Rosiel, meanwhile, will be visible somewhere in the background, quite openly facepalming. ]

...ah. Don't engage indeed.

[ ooc: yes, he tried controlling the Daleks. No, it did not go quite as planned. The 'protesting' Dalek team will be trolling through the City, doing its... cheering, for all to kick around :( b ]

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God has so willed them to be pathetic?

I sense a trend.

One born with your making.

God has willed a lot of things with me and your sister, but pathetic was provided by the twins of the equation.

He'll hear of it, you do so know. He'll hear and he'll want you bright and he'll want you to burn.

That's what the Morningstar was made for. Mind the heat, Rosiel.

No, my love. All stars were made for was to fall.

M-hm, and fall I did.

The one experiment that didn't fail. Exceed, perhaps.

What of you?

I stand, Kira Sakuya.

Sakuya Kira, if you want to do it proper.

And so you do, so short of crawling.

And yet I do not kiss your hand.

My hand, my Lord, is grateful for that.

I would offer you to cut it done once more. And yet...

[ clicking his tongue, staring a little at Kira's very image ]

It shouldn't be long now, until it falls on its own, like a branch from a hollowed tree. Should it?

[What are you saying, Rosiel? Kira's the very image of health.]

You'd know all about that now, wouldn't you.

Shall I kiss it better for you, my little Lord-who-never-was?

Tempting, ever so tempting, like the rotten smell from a stinking hole.

Not today, then.

Surely not.

I'm too impressed by you today.

If your empty little head could but breed one thought and think, and think, and think of the implications unto all when a creature born to an element can no longer use it. Think of what threatens you, my love.

Because whatever takes of me will not spare from you.

You seem to be fine.

Eh.

Generously spoken.

[Not discussing weakness, nope, just being the bratty teenager instead.]

I wonder often why He thought it wise to gift you a face I'd regret clawing off.

Right back atcha.

You'll tell me now the Messiah's left you claws, you tamed beast?

Ah, that'd be telling indeed.

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