in his coat and his boots and his blackheart machine

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[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

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Because it's wanted.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Well tell them no!

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They don't listen.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

They have to, desu! They can't just tell us to hurt each other!

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I'm afraid they have.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

But...!


[good job, Weber. you made Suiseiseki cry]

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[Thankfully, he and his conscience are already estranged, in that the conscience disapproves violently of what he does, and he works very hard to pretend it doesn't exist anymore.] Good luck.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[man she hates your divorced state]