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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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.
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.
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.
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*
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.
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.
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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.
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Typist: *hands Ford a drink and tells him to shaddup*
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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.
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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?
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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.
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What? The "Why should I allow you to live?" question?
Why should I allow you to live?
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