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[kyudousha]

[A curious green eye pops on-screen, then followed by something horrendously pink 'n purple. Not quite the bruise-shading, but possibly brain-bruise inducing nonetheless.

That maniacal grin, reminiscent of a certain Cheshire cat. It broadens.

A quick flick of her tail, a yawn.]

So she said - [And at this, a quick falsetto.] "But I don't want to

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[chose_death]

[He simply stares at the girl, entirely unamused and unsurprised. His lips turn down in a fierce scowl despite his colorful gear.]

The Devil take this wretched excuse for festivities!

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[kyudousha]

[She scowls as well.]

I agree. I hear you, and I so damn agr-

[kyudousha]

Hear hear!

The devil takes, but does not receive. Where then, praytell, have the festivities gone?

[chose_death]

Don't you follow? There were never any to start.

Yes, the murder called for a grand audience, but not the festive sort. Until the merry fiend is in the handcuffs, there is no cause for that.

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[kyudousha]

You seriously think I don't know that? Like hell this stupid holiday meant anything to begin with.

It's just a freakin' waste of time that we could be using to do other things-

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[kyudousha]

A grand audience gathers within the courtroom nigh. And the queen rests her gavel, and gives a beseeching cry - off with her head!

Handcuffs are for the hands, as headcuffs are for the head. And if the head is gone, why, whose hands are they?

[chose_death]

[And he stares at her for quite some time, his cold gaze at the same time searching and penetrating.]

Clearly I am wasting my breath.

You will have control of the matter again in several hours. Attempt to hold your tongue until then.

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[kyudousha]

Hold your tongue, hold your tongue, they say! Hold your tongue, before it picks itself up, and runs away!

A waste of breath is truly a waste of breath. But if the breath is being wasted, then is it truly waste?

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[kyudousha]

[She just groans.]

You think you're wasting your breath? I don't even want to say half of this drivel. I'm obviously the one wasting my breath here, so like hell you have any right to complain.

And you had better not be lying about this. It keeps cutting me off! Who the hell gave it permission to cut me off? This is just- ugh.

[chose_death]

[Javert doesn't lie, dear Rita. Nevermind the fact that he just offhandedly told your fortune. His own curse was to own up to his heritage - his costume reflects a modern-day, flamboyant gypsy fortune-teller.

God forbid anyone asks about tarot.

He murmurs distractedly,]

The stroke of midnight should do it. You will handle the rest for now.

[kyudousha]

[Oh, Javert. ;;]

If the handle on the door is broken, is the door still a door?

Or is it simply an upright standing floor?

And if one were to walk upon it, would they end up at the ceiling?

[chose_death]

[Tight sigh, brusque tone. He will humor the creature once.]

Break it open, and it still functions as a door.

[A calculating pause, and then swiftly again, his accent emphasized as he reaches the end.]

Only if the door is long enough to reach the ceiling, and even then, one must have the sticky boots strong enough to stay to the wall.

[kyudousha]

Then certainly, the room would have five walls, and five walls in total!

The door has been broken open! What does one see on the other side?