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[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 ]

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/ holds ;~;

[shall_yield_us]

...why? I've blood and bone and teeth and eyes given to me to ask you little ingrates, as His emissary. Tell me. Where did His will so stray that you bloomed, like a little nettle, prickling and tickling, and never wanting more in particular? Hmmmmm?

There's the none who wants nothing, Gabriel. Even the Grigori do.

/cries on and flips tables

[hornblower]

[ she smiles at that description, amused. ]

A nettle? If He has created me so, then I am thankful.

I wish for things, I will admit. I wish for Heaven's corruption to end, to save the Grigori and the children of Ion from despair. But what I wish for myself, I have none.