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[crazylikefawkes]

[V is seated at a wooden table, a red curtain behind him and Kant on one shoulder. The robobird shuffles from foot to foot but is silence as the masked man speaks. He sounds calm; his tone is almost conversational.]I am apparently among those targeted in the recent rash of burglaries. Two silver daggers of substantial sentimental value are missing

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[greasyderelict]

[He only caught one part of that.]

A trophy for what now?

[crazylikefawkes]

Being, according to the judges assembled, the most attractive man in Nautilus.

[Even now, it's funny.]

[greasyderelict]

[._.]

Ha. Alright. Sure. Guess they never met me.

[crazylikefawkes]

I wasn't aware you were a triple threat.

[video]

[doorwasopen]

That's... weird.

How was someone able to get inside?

[video]

[crazylikefawkes]

Envy is ugly, isn't it?

[V can take this as calmly as he has because he will retaliate; it is only a matter of time.]

Any door or window, I imagine; the kitchen is still open-access if one should descend to its depth.

[video]

[doorwasopen]

I guess.

If he doesn't hand them over, want me to get them back for you?

[voice]

[agentminiskirt]

You too, huh?

[voice]

[crazylikefawkes]

Unfortunately.

I find I am tempted to distrubute pitchforks and torches. Tell me, how strongly will the police force protest?

[voice]

[agentminiskirt]

I am sadly disinclined to break out the pitchforks and torches over something like material theft, especially in Nautilus. I would, however, be more partial to a momentary ass-kicking.

[voice]

[crazylikefawkes]

I wouldn't expect them to serve any practical purpose, but it is my only opportunity to see such a mob made.

[Just think of the look on his face, Aya. As it is, V doesn't sound particularly put out.]

I've certainly no objection.