♞ 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.]

Comments

[deadmanbusiness]

I'm more worried about the people who are going to get hurt because of this.

[It's quite different in Theo's world. Gods are a wee bit more respected.]

[violenthearted]

An altruistic god, imagine that. [LOOK HE'S ...really not familiar with the concept, that's for Christians.]

[deadmanbusiness]

[Hah. Theo's family philosophy is you may be Utterly Evil - like his father - but you still must take care of your worshipers, for without them you'll just fade away into nothing. Other people belonging to other gods on the other hand...]

It's been known to happen.

Besides, if you don't have any worshipers you're not much of a god, are you?

[violenthearted]

There are other ways. [Fear comes to mind!]

[deadmanbusiness]

There are other ways, yes. [His father uses liberal doses of fear. People have been known to vanish for displeasing him.] But they should all be apart of a toolbox. A carrot and stick, I suppose.