video;

[shall_yield_us]

[ 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 ]

Comments

[feigns]

I hadn't assumed that heart and

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I hadn't assumed that heart and <i,>yours</i> were one and the same. I'm sure you'll find some way to recover your injured pride, though.

[shall_yield_us]

...if it were yours, you'd be screaming your wound to each corner of the world.

... oh, whoops. SORRY ABOUT THAT HTML FAIL

[feigns]

I admit to being more curious as to how I'd manage to do much of anything without a heart.

/ starts a Grudge about the html!!!!

[shall_yield_us]

The injured pride, you fool. If yours were the injured pride, you'd hardly call for restraint.

;;

[feigns]

I remain consistently amazed at how well you seem to know me.

[shall_yield_us]

Go ahead, then. Reject my premise and deny thine name and be a rose of any other colour. Please do. Tell me I'm ever in the wrong.

[feigns]

Telling means nothing.

1/2

[shall_yield_us]

...pathetically quaint.

[shall_yield_us]

Now, tell me: do you fear death?

[feigns]

Not death itself.

[shall_yield_us]

Dying.

[feigns]

I wouldn't say I'm afraid of it. It'll happen, one way or another. [ a shrug. ] Being afraid of it won't make any difference. I have my preferences, though.

[shall_yield_us]

And most of your kind? Are they?

[feigns]

You'd have to ask them.

[shall_yield_us]

There are seven billion of you, and all greatly deluded about the nebulous vastness of your self-importance. And most of you ugly, too.

I'm asking for an estimate.

[feigns]

I suppose most do.