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[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

private;

[worldofourown]

Poison ivy, it is~

private;

[shall_yield_us]

There, there, you know the saying: what doesn't kill you... amuses me.

private;

[worldofourown]

Then this City ought to promise you endless amusement.

No one dies here.

private;

[shall_yield_us]

...lie.

private;

[worldofourown]

The amusements are a lie?

Or death?

private;

[shall_yield_us]

The death. Some wake. Some don't. And some take that road in part.

private;

[worldofourown]

Name one blessed creature here who's stayed dead.

private;

[shall_yield_us]

I barely recall the names of they living.