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Jun 09, 2011 15:14

A victory is a victory however it may be won.

[ There is a momentary pause. It is long enough to allow listeners to begin contemplating, but not long enough to let their thoughts conclude. ]

Fools believe this, and only fools.

[ The camera pans across Anatole's skyline from a high vantage point, then toward Isley. His jaw is rigid, his mouth set in a thin, grim line. His eyes are cold like a winter's sun. ]

The Natives have returned to their usual order of business. The city has nearly completed its repairs. To the untrained eye, it would appear as though little has changed...but I have always seen things a little differently.

When a tremor ripples through the underground, the surface may be mostly unaffected, but that which lurks beneath can never be the same again.

[ Setting the Forge down, Isley rises and paces toward the ledge of the rooftop. The late afternoon light casts his back in shadow, outlining his figure in silvery gold. ]

It's not over, not yet.

[ Turning slightly, he glances out the corner of his eye toward the camera. ]

All the more reason to enjoy the festivities, hm?

belphegor, !isley, yachiru kusajishi, priscilla

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