video post;

[shall_yield_us]

[ Hullo, good City! Enjoy the soundtrack of several screaming citizens, whose pleasant stroll in Xanadu was just interrupted by the sight of an angel sitting on a bench, blood everywhere: from his face, to his hair, hands and the morsel with which he's teasing a stray cat. ]

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh... you'll scare it.

[ The cat meows, apparently put out enough by the alarmed masses to forget its appetite; it sniffs the offered treat, then turns away from it completely. ]

...now, now, oh so rude. You won't have bread, you won't have blood, you won't have bone. Then, what is it your sort eats, hmmmmm?



[ ooc: aaaaand back in the City, with a lot of apologies for the delay, orz. Worry not, no NPCs were harmed in the making of this post, the blood came from a rat! Network / action / anything goes! ]

Comments

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Sure.

[shall_yield_us]

What's... this? You don't find me fair? Not at all? Not in the slightest?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I didn't say that.

[shall_yield_us]

...you should have.

Now, Mr. Pink, if I may. I've questions. You'll be my newsman of sorts, imagine: you've won a profession in the beat of a mortal heart. What's taken place last, and have there recently been more murders?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

No murders. Outside of the shit where we all thought we were in school, there wasn't crap.

[shall_yield_us]

How... thoughtful. And the police, they've their man?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Doubt it. If they do they're keeping shut about it.

[shall_yield_us]

May I be unimpressed now, or later?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Do what I do and stay in a constant state of unimpressed with the police.

[shall_yield_us]

Who has the rule of them?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Shit, fuck if I know.

[shall_yield_us]

Might you please learn? I fear he... she... it and I might want for words. Then wine. If they're as thick as the current progress suggests, I might want for much wine.