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[judgetightpants]

A man has entered the Nexus, barely seeing it. He is dressed, as some might recognize, in the manner of a Victorian gentleman of good standing. He paces, he fumes, he seethes, and at length a cry of frustration tears itself from his lips. "Damn it all, how am I to direct order out of madness and specious rumor

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[water_horse]

It pokes its head around the corner of a couch and then waddles over to the man. Those tight pants looked soft. It rubbed its head against the nearest leg.

[vicioussweetie]

((You are made of win.))

[water_horse]

((Why thank you! It may be scrambling toward the pretty redhead lady if evil mr meany judge scares it))

[vicioussweetie]

((Peachy keen, jellybean.))

[victormakesart]

Eep, what an outburst! "Start a counter-rumor."

[judgetightpants]

That... makes absolutely no sense to him. "Pardon? Are you sincerely suggesting that I combat a rising wave of crime with gossip?"

[victormakesart]

"'Course I ain't." She tipped her hat to him, as a sign of respect. "You didn't ask that, sir. You asked how to combat rumor, and so I told you."

[judgetightpants]

"Still your tongue, girl. Children should be seen, not heard. And some children should not be seen."

[elisa_garg]

Perhaps she shouldn't poke Victorian-types, but in this case, something about this man instantly sets Elisa's teeth on edge.

"That a real question or are you just venting?"

[judgetightpants]

Congratulations, Elisa, you've just turned his mind into a train-wreck of prejudices, all fighting to be expressed at once; she's a woman, a monster, not wearing much, and brown. Any of those could be a transport-worthy offense in his court--all of them together? Horror. "What--in--all--the--pits--of--hell--are--you?!"

[impalaman]

((Thank you, I just wasted a perfectly good mouthful of coffee. Bravo! LOL))

[elisa_garg]

Normally, this kind of reaction would depress her, but today? Maybe she enjoys it just a bit.

"A Gargoyle."

[bumblebee_bot]

"Well you could try removing the mile-long stick you have up your backend for starters." says the giant robot lying on a giant couch, typing on a giant laptop.

[judgetightpants]

There's... really no context for that in Turpin's worldview. Giant, talking, metal man. It defies all--wait. Some kind of contraption. Yes, that must be it, it's part of some wretched sideshow, with a dwarf inside to work the arms and give it voice. He won't be insulted by a dwarf in a contraption. "You in there! Come out at once."

[bumblebee_bot]

"Come out of...oh, you're one of those idiots that think I'm some guy playing a trick. Sorry to disappoint you, actually no, not sorry at all really, but this is my actual body."

[judgetightpants]

"None of your tomfoolery," he warns, his tone stern. Raising his cane, he gives several sharp raps on the highest part of the contraption he can reach. "Now are you going to come out, or must I have a constable drag you out?"

[alexjmurphy]

"A sufficent amount of peace officers with a good moral compass." Yes Judge Turpin thats a large man covered in metal.

[judgetightpants]

Men in armor aren't entirely foreign to his worldview; he's a cosmopolitan citizen of the greatest empire in the world, after all. "Mm, yes, I quite agree. I could always use a few more reliable men."

[alexjmurphy]

Luckily the judge cant tell its basically a couple pounds of flesh stuffed inside cybernetic components. But hey! He looks like a knight. :D

"It can be... difficult at times to find enough good officers."

[judgetightpants]

"There are never enough, never enough," Turpin agrees.