[ Through a window, (how he'd managed to knock the locusts aside, don't ask) the device records a dark, almost black sky. His voice comes from beyond the image. ]

It's nine in the morning, by the by. And darkness is usually the ninth day. I had thought all this talk of slaughtering the conveniently placed lambs to be a touch rushed, but it does ( Read more... )

One year ( Read more... )

No, stop, don't tell me.

Let me guess.

Now everyone cares about the other City.

[ooc; posted at the stroke of midnight, mmk]

As interesting as the riddle was and is, why should I really care about "bringing to justice" the perpetrators behind the so-called game?

All involved were moronic enough to trust in something impossible. And yet, Vivio-san I've little inclination to really involve myself in this City's trouble, as I've more than enough waiting for me in my world ( Read more... )

The game is over, is it? Then, who is the victor?

However embarrassing you may or may not have acted yesterday, I do think the string of murders to be slightly more important ( Read more... )

Here we go again.

I'm rather tempted not to even vote - I wonder if it would matter? Why exercise my rights as a citizen here when they hardly exist? When we still have no laws.

The choices are rather dim, of course. A psycopath, a dog, a shinigami, and -- I won't even get into the last.

At least I've always known better than to be

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Kurosaki!

Shall we compare our numbers?

It must be obvious now - shinigami are unnecessary in any world. My arrows have destroyed far more Hollows than your oversized blade could hope to purify. Slow, overconfident, corrupt shinigami, it was you who should have been slaughtered.

Sensei, you were wrong. How could any Quincy demean himself by ( Read more... )