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[faithfuldparted]

In honour of the last moments of Day 100, and in light of the changing tide in this...wonderful community *grins maniacally* I thought I might pose a question, and hopefully get some answers

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[silent_lark]

Why...! We all deserve to live because we are people just as you are, m'sieur, and equally worthy of respect and of our lives!

[faithfuldparted]

*goes from a mere maniacal grin to a maniacal laugh in two seconds flat*

You? You are not people like us. You're a mere Muggle. Come now, I'm sure you can do better. Your pretty face won't save you.

[silent_lark]

Just because I cannot do magic like you, m'sieur, does not mean I am any less worthy of pursuing my life! *piously* All men and women are begin as equal, I should like to think. It is what they make of themselves that creates differences.

[faithfuldparted]

Magic is an evolution in humans made long ago, so Rabastan tells me. That certain lines failed to pick it up is a sign of a lesser being. They began as equal long ago, but the distinctions have, only slightly more recently, been made.

[alcoholic_frood]

No, no, that's bad manners, you don't start a conversation with a question. You tell me a reason why I should ally with you, and then we progress from there, you see? Very good.

[faithfuldparted]

Are you worthy of allying with our lord? Who are you?

[alcoholic_frood]

Again, the questions... Value judgments and philosophical one-liners don't come into play until much later, alright?

Typist: *hands Ford a drink and tells him to shaddup*

[faithfuldparted]

I'm not interested in social niceties with you. I'm not making friends with mere Muggles. That is not my purpose. I will not sully myself so.

[_blueeyedsailor]

*raises an eyebrow* Because I'm already dead?

[faithfuldparted]

Funny, so was Marlene McKinnon. And Gideon Prewett. *grins* Try again.

[_blueeyedsailor]

I was never one for logic, but I still hold that that's not entirely possible.

[faithfuldparted]

Could ask the mudblood-lovers where the bodies are now. They were works of art. And for people dead for fifteen years, they were incredibly intact...before. *grins*

[capital_r]

*tartly* Because I'm already dead, I'd rather not like more pain, and you lot won't get any more wine.

[faithfuldparted]

1) I explained this point to Mr. Kennedy, above.

2) That's a rather self-centered reason. For myself, the more pain I see a Muggle in, the better. Your job is to convince me you don't deserve it.

3) I don't care for your filthy muggle wine.

[capital_r]

1) *deadpan* Oh, had you? I didn't notice. It rather happens when one sees enough of you filthy bastards about, at any rate.

2) *grins* Oh, now I'm self-centered? Well then, hurrah for self-centered drunken degenerate bastards! *bows* Merci, monsieur, for the grand compliment.

3) ...Well, how about absinthe?

[faithfuldparted]

1) HOW DARE YOU?

2) *simmers with hate while the idiot muggle congratulates himself*

3) Poison yourself for all I care, but we don't touch that Muggle swill, and I want to torture you half to death before your liver gives out.

[namomandos]

If you wish to kill off even your beloved "purebloods" then you are on the right course.

[faithfuldparted]

Only the Pureblood traitors have such a fate coming to them. Some have already met it. *grins* You didn't answer my question.

[namomandos]

Your ignorance is stunning.

What? The "Why should I allow you to live?" question?
Why should I allow you to live?

[faithfuldparted]

Because I still have much work for the cause to do. Because I am not technically alive or dead, and thus am probably forever stuck in this limbo of feeling alive.