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[Low and quiet (one might almost think this was an accidental post given how it starts, but one has to wonder), with an accent of clicky-clocky bootheel strikes on the beat:]
One...two...three...four... One...two...three...four...

[A little whistling here, the chirping imitation of electric guitars. And, mercifully, quietly and mostly on-key:]

Let me tell you how it will be...
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the Taxman, yeah, I'm the Taxman~

[Familiar song, yeah? Maybe. He sounds like he's grinning as he goes along singing.]

Should five per cent appear too small--Taxman!
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the Taxman, yeah I'm the Taxman~

[He just keeps going... No, wait, there's a pause. Not an accidental post at all, though he's not being too...serious about it.]

Aww, didn't I tell you that the Ides of April didn't look too good? Hey, it's still close enough to the day to count--close enough for government work, as they say. And ain't that the work of the day?

[Clicky-clocky bootheels click-clock and stop.] Say, hey--that's a mighty fine looking piece of silver there. Better be careful with that. Here, I'll hold it while you hold the--no? Well, okay, don't blame me for trying to help. Same goes for the gold cups over there. I'd help if you wanted me to. Property taxes are a bitch, aren't they? But lemme say, it's a good thing they don't have sumptuary laws in the City--at least, I don't think they do.

[Joyous laughter (on his part, at least). The bootheels resume. A little more whistling, but then picking up where he left off.]

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.

Taxmaaaaaaaaaaa~an!

[He's just about playing an air guitar at this point, really. He's grooving along down the street, that's for sure!]

'Cause I'm the Taxman, yeah, I'm the Taxman~

Don't ask me what I want it for--ah ah, Mister Stockworth!
If you don't want to pay some more--ah ah, Mister Heath!
'Cause I'm the Taxman, yeah, I'm the Taxman~

Now my advice for those who die--Taxmaaa~an!
Declare the pennies on your eyes--Taxmaaa~an!
'Cause I'm the Taxman, yeah, I'm the Taxman,
And you're working for no one but me.

[More chirping twangs to finish it out--but it seems like it's on endless loop, maybe even in his head. Hey, there are worse songs to have in one's head.]

'Cause I'm the Taxman, yeah, I'm the Taxman~

[Click.]
[//voice post ends]

[ooc: And this little Covenant Man shout out goes to all my Tower Junkies. You're the best, kids. If you want to cross paths with this guy as he walks around town, feel free! Action or Network. I'm game!]

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[And there's nothing but an amused eyebrow raise from Charlie, Affinity perched on her shoulder as she peers closely at the screen.]

Enjoying yourself?

[With a gusty joy far too wild to be sane:]

Oh, you bet! When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose--and nothing to count either.

That's something I can understand. It's an interesting way to live. Makes moving very easy.

Can you? Oh, good--a fellow wanderer. But, no, you're right: it makes getting up and going as easy as you could want it to be.

I used to follow this rule that said if I couldn't fit it in a duffel bag, it didn't come with me. Interesting rule to follow. Made me really think of what I needed and what was just shiny extra.

Not a bad game to play. Do you still play it? Or are you settling down in the City? Seeing as we have a harder time leaving and all.

I kicked around for a while with everything in an old boy scout backpack that I got from a thrift store--I think it was a thrift store; it's been a while. Okay, mostly everything was in the backpack, but I had a fair amount of stuff in my pockets. I just didn't need anything else, you know? But it wasn't quite about what fit and what didn't. It was more like...that was all I could afford.

Oh, I stopped playing it here. I like it here. This is the longest I've been in one place by over a year and a few months.

There are things I can do here without worry. [Something she also carried a lot of, even if she didn't want to.]

That's another thing I can understand. Only being able to afford so much.

Really? That long? Geeze. Got any advice? I'm starting to get restless, myself.

Hah, yeah, I don't think we're alone in that one. But, hey, it's not such a bad way to live, if you've got enough without too much.

I think if you tried to take money from the dead, the shinigami would get really angry about it. But hey, don't let me stop you, it'd stir up some action around here.

Hey, don't you know? The dead don't stay dead around here. Not for long, at least.

Oh, yeah, so I've heard. That's pretty nice. Means I can unchain my spell cards a bit and get some real damage going.

What's that supposed to mean?

Back where I come from, we have this shrine maiden who goes and kicks your ass if you start killing people. Spell cards aren't supposed to be lethal unless the target is really stupid and just takes the whole thing to the face without doing anything to deal with the magic.

So here, I can actually stop trying to rein mine in, right? Does it matter if I kill someone here, if everyone can just come back? ...Mine are lethal unless I put a lot of thought into them. I guess fusion power is naturally really dangerous.

I think the sun and the atom bomb pretty much prove that fusion power is naturally really dangerous.

Okay, I guess I get it. But, you know, mind who you throw those cards at. Some people around here have pretty powerful friends. I'm just saying.

So who's on top of the food chain here, then? Who should I watch out for?

Definitely the Deities. For sure.

.....Well okay fine, the gods -- er, the full ones, not the sort-of-half-ones like me -- are kind of...yeah okay. I won't pick fights with them.

Anyone who isn't a City god?

...we need a new name for this place, what kind of name is City I mean really...

That's a tough one for me to say. I mean, being a distinctly unmagic, unpowerful person myself, in my case, that would basically everybody.

[Wow, would you look at this liar?]

It's not everyone for me! I'll just stay away from the gods. And hey, what's the worst that can happen, I die for a bit?

[Liar? Where?]

And then come back without a heartbeat. But if you're cool with that then, yeah, I guess that's the worst that can happen.

...Without a heartbeat?

That's what they say. You're dead, after all.

So you become a ghost or something? Or a zombie? Miss Satori has a book on something called Jiang Shi, they're kind of like zombies, only not.

No, no, you're still yourself. Only you're cold and your heart doesn't beat and you don't have to breathe and one or two other things. More like a vampire than a zombie, you know?

.....Huh.

Not having to breathe might be kind of nice.

So what's the bad thing about this?

You can't leave. Ever.

[Her voice catches, and there is a long silence before it returns, fainter this time.]

...Oh.

Edited 2013-04-19 00:03 (UTC)

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