May. 12th, 2014

characterdefect: what was it that (◈ saw the darkest hearts of men)
So my question is, does it really matter if anybody here isn't who they say they are?

Sure, it's annoying. Nobody likes to be lied to. Lying's not what you do, in a community like this. But I gotta say, in the grand scheme of things . . . they're outnumbered. They know that, we know that.

So all of you pull up your big kid underpants and stop playing around being cops and robbers. Some of us have a job to do, you know, on the principle of the thing. Some of us believe in the work we do here.

On that note, first person kills a man, woman, or child on the ground gets my personal congratulations and a haiku written about 'em.

[The rest of you though. Shut the fuck up.]

private } hannibal

You've been quiet.

spam } port

[Find Roderick somewhere outside the city. His hands are red with blood; he is scouring them in the sand, although there are bloody prints on the back of his pants, where he absently wiped his hands.]

[Maybe if you're lucky you'll find him before you find the body. Somebody's making himself at home really quickly.]


( ooc; roderick is affected and a warden [to hannibal] on the mirror barge! feel free to assume backstory with him - he basically treats the place like a way to spread his murder gospel to anyone willing to listen. )

|| heir ||

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.

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Tim "Roderick" Nelson