Eighty-Fifth Movement
It's the last day of Christmas. The season winds down, the end is night.
The sun is coming up again to the shadows and the darkness and the fires of war.
If the girl is right, and we have every reason to believe that she is, then tomorrow will be quite the day indeed.
For tonight's lesson, come to Xanadu at sundown. I will be there. Alone. No guards, no protectors. Just myself.
Stewards, if I am too much a threat? You may take me out.
Citizens?
You finally have your chance.
For those who are less... squeamish towards war. Who are willing to do what is necessary, come to the Deus ex Machina II.
Follow the Captain.
For my statement still stands, City.
Either you are with me, or you are in my way.
[[OOC: See here for full details. I'm gonna be sans internet most of the day (flying home from con!), so this is posted a wee bit early.]]
The sun is coming up again to the shadows and the darkness and the fires of war.
If the girl is right, and we have every reason to believe that she is, then tomorrow will be quite the day indeed.
For tonight's lesson, come to Xanadu at sundown. I will be there. Alone. No guards, no protectors. Just myself.
Stewards, if I am too much a threat? You may take me out.
Citizens?
You finally have your chance.
For those who are less... squeamish towards war. Who are willing to do what is necessary, come to the Deus ex Machina II.
Follow the Captain.
For my statement still stands, City.
Either you are with me, or you are in my way.
[[OOC: See here for full details. I'm gonna be sans internet most of the day (flying home from con!), so this is posted a wee bit early.]]