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- Shall I speak as they speak and leave my mind barren? Hmmmm... shall I, shall I, shall I give this dimension, shall I add to the sphere? But Katan, sweet Katan, spheres float, spheres dwindle, think in squares instead, the blocks of nebula striving to reach, the abstract limit converging to infinite. But squares have formulas, do they not, the absolute mathematics is spherical still, an error, two errors, my, this does not compute, does not infer, does not -
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Oh.
Oh.
...I think think think think there’s something wrong with me.
Hmmmm.
I think I’m off in the hea- ...head...?
And thinking thing that I am, I’ve thought myself into Being, thinking thing that I am I’ve thought myself... not.
Well, isn’t that a beastly end.
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- ...and the swindlers sayeth, "But Lord Emperor, this is fine cloth indeed! The finest, the best, and to blazes with the rest, for unfit they are of it to see!"
And the Emperor walked and he walked as he talked and the Emperor's subjects saw nothing indeed - yet bent they sweet heads heads fall, dears, heads fall soon and quick and courtised a tad so little, so sad and told him they saw what was meant.
Nothing nothing nothing.
A child spoke word of truth - "He's naked! He's naked!" - and do you know what happened then?
The Emperor went on, unabashed, unafraid, walking, walking... and when the mockery was done, do you know Lil, what he did to the brave child who enlightened him so?
...he cut off his head ~ ♥ ~ see, little Lil? You've your tale yet. Now tell me how you liked it and lie beautifully. Mustn't tell the truth hereon, must you? Noooo... never again, shall you?
Why, I've even made the story most thematic. How many, perhaps, not naked on this day without the stigma of their office, or their uniform, or their power?
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- ( private :: warded :: cursed )
IF YOU RUN A BUSINESS WITHIN THE CITY...
...state it, as ever a darling-dear, dearest-darling, salty and sweet, some spice amiss, a bit of dough, enough to play, plas~tic edges can be raw, you know -
Ah. And in liking, speak your mind and name and some skill of industry or fiction, if you seek employment.
Warden inquiry, after all. Mustn't keep the jolly gent waiting.
Well, we can.
And Hades, no, do put the sack of gold and assorted bribes well away, there's the none asking for your licenses... yet. Oh, good deeds are ever so dysfunctional ti~ring.
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- Ka~tan... !
The accounting, do darling, do please – if we’re treated as whores to be threatened or bought, might as well act the part in good deed and liking:
Fair City, for how much would you sell your Wardenship vote?
And might we have a little graphic too, perhaps ~ ? A tooth, an arm, another's ton~gue... mustn’t overprice now, it’d upset the market so very horribly.
Ah... and you, never beg. It invites whip and wit and treason.
[ooc: ...uhhhh. Yeah, treating the elections as a very virtuous endeavour, this one. :D]
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- Flood, fled, flooding, flight ~
Noah, thine Ark reaped brood.
The stench of cunning here, of mould, disaster.
...Katan, my hair has frizzed. All of you: CEASE MOPING!
[ooc: ...actually calm enough himself, thank you, but the general humidity is quite bad for his hair.]
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- ...yet the none disconcerted by the number of fiends who licked the thing off the pavement to identify it.
Indeed. Fattening.
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- Hmmmm. Raining blood anew, is it?
And I've forgot my parasol ~ ♥
Well, most especially tragic.
Tea, anyone...? Mind that you'll treat.
[ooc: ...yeah, it's twice as cool to be a cryptic douche here. >D]
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- A play, if you would - Realia, trois-pièces. The date, you missed it, it was two days ago - have a seat:
THE CAST: a large crew.
THE SETTING: Hell.
ACT I
Delicate occurrences, innocent and innocence.
ACT II
Traitors in our midst arise, inner works and politics -
This is like those games of old, played by bloody lu~na~tics.
ACT III
A heavy pause for our audience, perhaps no lighting.
Dead men tell no tales.
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Hmmmmm, no encore. And to think the entertainment was oh-so-touching. Unforgettable, wouldn't you agree ~ ♥ ~ ?
Blood and bones and little scones, but this is no home yet. Explanations will follow.
[ooc: ...because someone had to make Memory Theater Day even more uncomfortable for the affected.]
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- I think they bit, no-bit-no-hid, I think they hid, I think, I think -
Thin~king.
And thousand snakes beguiled of guilt -
...shall know the tempest as it comes.
Sugar? Want, do? Help, help ~ haha ~ I'm oh so very stran~ded.
[ooc: waltzing by in the streets, quite covered in blood and sipping from his dandy little tea cup. Comments or comment log work - just fair warning that he'd avoid AS presences at this point and might try something funny >D ]
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