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[Locked from Lucifer, Locked from Royalty and Genero.]
I'm not good at the whole speech thing so I'm going to do this in the least amount of words and talking possible.
If you look back to this feed. [He attaches it to be redirected to.] This son of a bitch really is who he says he is. Hard to believe, I know, and I'm not going to waste my time giving you supporting evidence why. You'll just need to trust me on this one.
Not sure which house he's in yet, but you'll know him by that ugly mug. That should be enough. If anyone's got the info on that, tell me, and I'll add it to this PSA.
Promenade doesn't seem to do a lot in the ways of power restriction and this guy can snap his fingers and blow you to bits.
Spontaneous combustion, mind probing, all of that and he's damn near impossible to kill.
Don't get gutsy and challenge him. Don't be an asshole and team up with him. Just keep your distance and hope he does the same.
I've got my own ways of handling him, another thing you'll just need to trust me on.
Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. No one pull any bullshit.
He's the King of Lies, he'll manipulate you into doing what he wants to. So, no one try to build the bridge of communication either.
This ain't exhibitionism it's the fucking devil. I don't need anyone getting killed because they couldn't take me at face value.
Stay on your side of the city, hopefully he'll stay on his and there won't be any problems. If you provoke him, pick at his pride, try to take him down... you'll wind up dead. Normally I'd buffer this with something positive but this city gives him too much leverage and I'm not wasting time beating around the bush.
Surprise, there's an afterlife, and it ain't pretty.
Spark notes version:
• Not a fib. He's really who he says he is.
• Damn near omnipotent and Promenade gives him perks.
• Don't try anything, you'll wind up dead. Even though it's not permanent here it still sucks.
• Keep your distance, leave it alone.
[Dean's video comes on, along with it the teneka. He's forcing a smile, sitting with his shoulders haunched, and looking like a charming prick despite the information he just relayed.]
Hate to be the one to say it, trust me.
But I'm not Ron McGovney.
My name is Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women.
I'm not really a cop from Indiana. I'm a hunter. I stopped him once, could probably do it again, but I doubt it'd stick here.
My life's been nothin' but wastin' these things, so, believe me when I say that I got it covered.
[A pause. He raises a hand.] Any questions?
I'm not good at the whole speech thing so I'm going to do this in the least amount of words and talking possible.
If you look back to this feed. [He attaches it to be redirected to.] This son of a bitch really is who he says he is. Hard to believe, I know, and I'm not going to waste my time giving you supporting evidence why. You'll just need to trust me on this one.
Not sure which house he's in yet, but you'll know him by that ugly mug. That should be enough. If anyone's got the info on that, tell me, and I'll add it to this PSA.
Promenade doesn't seem to do a lot in the ways of power restriction and this guy can snap his fingers and blow you to bits.
Spontaneous combustion, mind probing, all of that and he's damn near impossible to kill.
Don't get gutsy and challenge him. Don't be an asshole and team up with him. Just keep your distance and hope he does the same.
I've got my own ways of handling him, another thing you'll just need to trust me on.
Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. No one pull any bullshit.
He's the King of Lies, he'll manipulate you into doing what he wants to. So, no one try to build the bridge of communication either.
This ain't exhibitionism it's the fucking devil. I don't need anyone getting killed because they couldn't take me at face value.
Stay on your side of the city, hopefully he'll stay on his and there won't be any problems. If you provoke him, pick at his pride, try to take him down... you'll wind up dead. Normally I'd buffer this with something positive but this city gives him too much leverage and I'm not wasting time beating around the bush.
Surprise, there's an afterlife, and it ain't pretty.
Spark notes version:
• Not a fib. He's really who he says he is.
• Damn near omnipotent and Promenade gives him perks.
• Don't try anything, you'll wind up dead. Even though it's not permanent here it still sucks.
• Keep your distance, leave it alone.
[Dean's video comes on, along with it the teneka. He's forcing a smile, sitting with his shoulders haunched, and looking like a charming prick despite the information he just relayed.]
Hate to be the one to say it, trust me.
But I'm not Ron McGovney.
My name is Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women.
I'm not really a cop from Indiana. I'm a hunter. I stopped him once, could probably do it again, but I doubt it'd stick here.
My life's been nothin' but wastin' these things, so, believe me when I say that I got it covered.
[A pause. He raises a hand.] Any questions?