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[favourpurveyor]

What makes you laugh?There are many things I find amusing. Naivete. Foolishness. The small ironies of life. But laugh

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[fierina]

It's odd, but I've come to find that laughing often helps put the dark and cold aside.

[favourpurveyor]

*bows slightly*

It may do. You sound like a man with experience, Mr...?

[fierina]

*bows in turn*

Vimes. H - *bites it back* Sam Vimes, at your service.

*shrugs* It could be said. Depends upon the experiences you speak of, really.

[favourpurveyor]

A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vimes. I am the Marquis de Carabas.

[fierina]

And you as well.

The Marquis? That is an unusual title, is it not?

[favourpurveyor]

*shrugs* Perhaps.

It seemed... fitting, at the time.

[fierina]

I apologize if I've offended you; it's only that I don't know much about this world, however much I try to fix that. I was merely curious.

You chose it yourself?

[favourpurveyor]

*waves a hand*

No offence taken, if none was intended. Yes, I chose it. Most of those who make the transition to the Underside take new names.

[fierina]

The Underside? If you don't mind me asking, what (or, as it seems, where) is the Underside?

[favourpurveyor]

Not at all. It's... well, in my particular case, it's the city below London. There are many more like it, in the tunnels under cities around the world.

[fierina]

*raises eyebrows* Below? How did they come to be?

[favourpurveyor]

Some fall through the cracks. Some are born there, to those who fell through the cracks and their descendants.

[fierina]

Cracks?

[favourpurveyor]

Cracks in society. The forgotten, the abandoned, the dispossessed... we get them all. And once you're a part of the Underside, there's no going back. Usually.

[fierina]

Ah.

Usually?

[favourpurveyor]

Some manage to survive in both worlds. It's not what you'd call living, though. There was... one exception, and only one, that I know of. But there were special circumstances in that instance.