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[one_of_heaven]

Blood and bones and sticks and stones ~

- and perhaps they come for the blood of soiled lands, or the blood on your hands, or the blood yet unspilled -

...and perhaps the dead walk because they want something.

What do you owe them, Citizens, O Citizens ~ what do you owe your dead?

As for recent word of a killing angel... the thing may

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[notrlyjesus]

Killing angel? Well, you're already dead, so there's no use worrying about what'll happen to you in a duel.

[one_of_heaven]

Interviews can be conducted in all degrees of violence.

[notrlyjesus]

Can't argue with that. But there's still no need to worry.

[one_of_heaven]

Nor cooperate.

I believe you've said your piece.

[its_the_voice]

Where's my cotton and some tape? Maybe I can get your marbles to stay in.

[one_of_heaven]

I've neither the interest, nor the care.

I detain you horribly, with every waking moment. My Lord was leaving. Or leading, as his whim would have it.

[its_the_voice]

In theory, I should be able to understand what anyone is saying. I have listened to and understood the rantings of madmen and the words of seers, but you?

The mouthy prophet makes more sense.

[one_of_heaven]

No small province or dominion to terrorize, High Angel?

Truly, now. You have gone soft.

way to tap into john's angst, rosiel D:

[lullabyoflondon]

 

>D

[one_of_heaven]

Tisk ~

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[lullabyoflondon]

These aren't my dead, mate.

[one_of_heaven]

Such anger.

...and such... certainty.

[wingstock]

You speak as though you don't owe anything to the dead, yourself.

[one_of_heaven]

And may indeed they claim their due.

May they dare.

[wingstock]

Why 'dare'?

[one_of_heaven]

Even the dead are bound by rule and rite, thing.

Even the dead are weak.

[elainebelloc]

Not one of yours?

[one_of_heaven]

If I've no knowledge of identity, what do you ask me to confirm?

[elainebelloc]

Mm. Nothing, then, if you do not know who it is.

[one_of_heaven]

I had thought as much to be transparent.

Dearest Elaine, ever sus~pi~cious.