Surely the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, and the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: Open to all residents of Baedal.
What: Nasty signs.
Where: All over the city, but mainly near xenian/cruorvore positive establishments. Mafaton, Howl Barrow, Chnum, etc.
When: Shundi evening.
Notes: Players are welcome to spot the posters all over town and try to remove them -- some will come off easily, others will be held fast by magical means, no one will try and stop them, but there may be covert surveillance of postered areas. Should anyone need an NPC or mod, just give us a shout on AIM/plurk/email.
Warnings: Intolerance.

The following poster has been plastered to walls along the borders of Mafaton, outside known cruorvore bars, and near other, openly xenian-friendly establishments.

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Anna: in Aspic

[indiscreet]

((OOC Warning: Anna has dispensation from Integra to mind-whammy people if necessary, which for her will mean Entrancement. Let me know if your character plans to threaten her, and we'll work it out.))

To Anna, most of the insult comes from the fact that the posters exist at all. The kine are supposed to exist in something like blissful ignorance, and the self-important language of this particular bit of propaganda is insult to injury. Of course vampires prey in this area, she thinks with a kind of exasperation. It's what we do.

Or it would be, at least, in any normal city. In any normal city, Aspic's chaos and diversity would have made it ideal hunting grounds. Here, though, any vampire would be a fool to make such a spectacle as feeding without permission, rendering the entire concept of "hunting" somewhat obsolete. And that's the other part of the insult of the posters: that these "cruorvore"-haters really thought her kind were that stupid.

In short, Anna is more than happy at her assignment to remove the damned things, and well suited for the job. Though she's not fast enough to blur as she runs through the alleys, her speed is nevertheless easily more than human, and her dark hair streams behind her. One poster, though, forces her to pause: it's held down by more than tape, and seems stuck no matter how she claws at it. Anna lets out an involuntary hiss of frustration.

[wandandsickle]

"Here, love, let me get that--" Jones makes a motion with one hand, and the magic holding the poster to the wall dissolves, letting it come away in Anna's hand easily. "What is this, anyway?" She'd been heading home toward Flyside on her way from the forge in Stoneshell.