♞ two :: i remember falling, i remember marching, like a one man army

[violenthearted]

[It's some fabulously obscene hour of the morning when Erik bullies into life fires up his network gadget and sets it on the counter in his kitchen to use as an impromptu webcam. His kitchen and living room are attached, so through the monitor one can see not only the front window with its curtains open, but the viva-la-whathehell going on below it.

Erik himself is leaning against the window and smoking, dressed from the day before like he hasn't been to sleep, and contemplating the unfolding scene with acerbic dispassion.]

Your City suffers from a poorly organized case of Revolution, it appears. [Capital letter audible.] Are we soldiering bravely on toward anything in particular, or have we lost one too many games of Risk?

[He smokes. Acerbically, or one of those other synonyms for 'dry' his typist is running through like Kleenex.]

Circumstances being what they are, this does strike me as the ideal time to mention I'm advertising my services as a locksmith. A profession coincidentally also often dealing with securities.

[Wouldn't it be comically inaccurate if this gave anybody the impression Erik was against bloody revolution as a means of affecting change.]

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[doeswhathewants]

Others are, have you not seen them?

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[violenthearted]

Right from this very window. [But those are NPCs] But no one else has actually answered my question.

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[doeswhathewants]

[I know ::sob::] Perhaps they are busy. Passions raised. Etc.

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[violenthearted]

You'd think at least one person might speak to my questions, though. Winning others to the side of right and all that.

[It's what he would be doing, anyway. Which is why a) no one should let him lead a revolution and b) poor lokis, you missed him by like TEN DAYS)]

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[doeswhathewants]

[Would the mind control scepter have worked on him? That would have been interesting to find out in and of itself.]

This is war! Our freedom, the birth of a new....city. One does not ask pregnant women questions during birth, they would have their heads ripped off.

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[violenthearted]

[Naw, he had that helmet. But he probably would have been willing to make a deal, and by deal we mean 'a separate sovereign nation for mutants.']

No, but it's probably best to inquire if that woman wants to become pregnant in the first place.

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[doeswhathewants]

[I'm sure he would have been okay with that. He likes mutants.]

Uhm. I think this metaphor has gotten out of my control. And gross.