A simple introduction, if I may...

[mr_croup]

Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. You may address me as Mister Croup, one half of the finest set of cutthroats in all of space and time

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[hellflowsover]

It's good to meet you, Croup.

More than any other? *Rolls eyes*

[mr_croup]

The pleasure is all mine, sir. *smiles in that decidely fox-like manner* I don't believe I caught your name?

Why, so I have been told. Do you wish to differ?

[hellflowsover]

*Raises an eyebrow* Acheron Hades. If you haven't heard the name yet, you will soon.

*Smile* I've received similar compliments.

[mr_croup]

I admit, I have not had the pleasure of hearing of you before. Very confident in your own fame, I see.

Interesting... *grins*

[wishfor_goblins]

You're scary...

[mr_croup]

*leers* I'm not so bad...

Well, perhaps when you get down to it, I am. There's no reason to be frightened unless you upset me, though.

[richardofmayhew]

*panicked flail!* Ohshitohshitohshit.

*cough* Er. Uh...hello...Mr. Croup. *nervous liek whoa!*

[mr_croup]

*leers in a satisfied manner* Indeed.

Why, how nice to see you here, Mister Mayhew. Still alive, I see. How are things for you?

[richardofmayhew]

*shudders madly*

Er. Yes. Still alive. *cough* Uh. Things? They're. Uh. They're...going. Going...well. As...things...tend...to do.

[mr_croup]

I'm surprised at that state of being. Do they really tend to go well? From what I have seen of your miserable existence, 'passably fair' is hardly applicable, much less 'well'.

*lazily starts playing with a shiiiny knife*

[its_not_biscuts]

Oh, my. It seems that I will be having plenty of good company these days. Quite a change from all those other people.

[mr_croup]

*inclines head slightly* Glad to be of service, sir. Might I know your name? I take it that these 'other people' are... company of the undesirable sort?

[ladyofarillin]

My typist is jumping around in a most child-like manner and clapping her hands together... this must be some sort of Terranan expression for excitement and -

Typist: OMG! I love Neil Gaiman! Forget Leonie, she's stuffy!

*sniffs* Stuffy indeed!

[mr_croup]

...I believe this is a disease of typists known as fangirling. My own says she will do it mercilessly if I 'get out of control'. *voice brims with distaste*

Typist: <3

Greetings, anyhow. I don't believe I caught your name?

[ladyofarillin]

Leonie Hastur, dom... it's a pleasure to meet you.

Yypist: Fangirling!! Ha!! I am a grown woman.

Though she rarely acts it...

[mr_croup]

Lady Hastur. The pleasure is all mine, I'm certain.

Typist: ...um. Your mom!(?)sorry