drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
[Private]
They elected him again. As long as Light controls the police force then I am without power. Try as I might to get a suitable ally into the position, the Citizens and their fear of change thwart my effort.
If you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Next time I may have to run for Warden. I pray it will not come to that. I know I am at a tactical disadvantage but police work is not my job.
My job...is justice.
Justice is above the police.
I am Justice and Justice does not lose!
Let Justice be done, though the world perish....
.....Today is Halloween. I would be twenty-six today if I were not dead.
[/Private]
Happy Oíche Shamhna, Citizens. Be careful, the Wild Hunt rides tonight. Be sure that they do not use you as their tithe to Hell.
"And pleasant is the fairy land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
Ay at the end of seven years,
We pay a tiend to hell,
I am sae fair and fu o flesh,
I'm feard it be mysel.
But the night is Halloween, lady,
The morn is Hallowday,
Then win me, win me, an ye will,
For weel I wat ye may.
Just at the mirk and midnight hour
The fairy folk will ride,
And they that wad their true-love win,
At Miles Cross they maun bide."
They elected him again. As long as Light controls the police force then I am without power. Try as I might to get a suitable ally into the position, the Citizens and their fear of change thwart my effort.
If you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Next time I may have to run for Warden. I pray it will not come to that. I know I am at a tactical disadvantage but police work is not my job.
My job...is justice.
Justice is above the police.
I am Justice and Justice does not lose!
Let Justice be done, though the world perish....
.....Today is Halloween. I would be twenty-six today if I were not dead.
[/Private]
Happy Oíche Shamhna, Citizens. Be careful, the Wild Hunt rides tonight. Be sure that they do not use you as their tithe to Hell.
"And pleasant is the fairy land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
Ay at the end of seven years,
We pay a tiend to hell,
I am sae fair and fu o flesh,
I'm feard it be mysel.
But the night is Halloween, lady,
The morn is Hallowday,
Then win me, win me, an ye will,
For weel I wat ye may.
Just at the mirk and midnight hour
The fairy folk will ride,
And they that wad their true-love win,
At Miles Cross they maun bide."