in his coat and his boots and his blackheart machine

[realitymods]

[Every girl's crazy about a sharp-dressed man, and this man is dressed sharply indeed. How can you not like a guy with a top hat and a cravat? Tall, blond, and smiling, he catches a note that appears in the air in front of him. He is smiling even as he reads it and murmurs,] You monster.

[And then the note burns away in his fingertips, and the man turns to the Plane at large, showman-like.]

Ladies, gentleman: I am here to invite you all to an event two days hence at the Coliseum, where four of your fellows will battle to their deaths. The food is free; the sport is costly. These will be the first of fights but not the last, and we hope you enjoy the entertainment we offer in these next few weeks. A fair few of you will have your chance to live or die, whether or not you wish to.

[He fixes the angle of his hat.] And someone should try to keep the children from it. Small mercies.

[ooc: IC announcement for this!]

Comments

[gotitwrong]

[He shrugs.]

Eh, don't care for the semantics of it.

[realitymods]

Oh, but it's not about semantics. They don't like to see people suffer. They just have such a hard time understanding other people's pain.

[gotitwrong]

Yeah? I don't exactly have an easy time understandin' it either, but you don't see me doin' half the shit they run 'round this place.

[realitymods]

You also haven't been handed a great deal of power without any rules.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray blows smoke to the side - he's not being hostile, so no reason to blow it in this guy's face.]

Yeah, alright, you got a point.