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multiversallogs2011-09-07 11:57 pm
deservesadaisy) wrote in multiversallogs2011-09-07 11:57 pm
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In all the papers
Who: Ivan and some concerned citizens
What: Being a smartass isn't always the best idea.
Where: Ludmead
When: Coardi evening
Notes:
Warnings:
The following article appears in the paper on Givdi morning:
Attacked by Cruorvore - Survivors Tell Tale!
THREE CITIZENS very nearly fell victim to a bloodthirsty fiend last night as they were walking home. The three, who prefer to remain anonymous as they fear reprisal from the cruorvore community, were attacked outside of the Owl and Charger, a popular public house in Ludmead. One of the shocked survivors said: "We were minding our own business when the fiend attacked. He was a vampire, I am sure of it!"
The chilling incident came almost exactly a week after five innocent lives were taken in a horrific attack on the Skyrail.
"We would've died if [name redacted] wasn't carrying a can of Burns Like Blazes Holy Water," said another. Concerned Citizens, a progressive group that believes citizens are best kept safe when informed and prepared to deal with cruorvores encourages living Baedalites to dress appropriately and carry some form of personal self-defense device.
Ivan is out and about for the evening, with no particular destination in mind, when he runs across a group of three conservatively-dressed individuals. It's dusk, but that gives him no trouble as he reads aloud the message on the poster that they’re mounting.
"'Meat is not murder. Murder is murder.' That’s either terribly epistemological or terribly pedantic." He is bored, as he often is these days, and frankly the rash of paranoia going through the city has inconvenienced him. Three humans aren't much, alone, to worry about, and he's disinclined to be polite.
The group turns, two men and one woman, to give him matching frowns. "It’s clearly not self-evident," one man says, "or we wouldn’t need to spread the word."
Ivan, briefly, thinks of a conversation he had once with Mitchell about churches.
The woman adds, "You shouldn’t mock, sir. Concerned Citizens are doing what we can to make Baedal safer for everyone."
"Well, not everyone,” he says, amused. "Presumably not safer for the crurovores."
The man who hasn't yet spoken, the tallest and least expressive of the three, holds up a small, palm-sized object that Ivan doesn't recognize. Very quietly, he says: "He’s one of them."
The first man recoils, and the woman touches the cross at her neck. "Monster," she says. "You will leave us unmolested if you know what’s good for you."
"I had no interest in molesting anyone," Ivan says, blandly, though he was privately a little unsettled at whatever had caught him. A mirror of some sort? He tucks his hands in his pockets. "I was just pointing out that I’m not sure vegetarians will appreciate your appropriation of their moral outrage."
The man who'd spoken first, recovering, draws a stake and lunges at Ivan, who easily steps out of the way. "That," he observes, "is entirely uncalled for." When the man makes another lunge, Ivan grabs his arm, twists, and neatly takes the stake away. He would like to kill the three of them for being so smug, but they're near enough a high-traffic area that he won't risk it. He tosses the stake away, far enough where none of the three could easily reach it. "Hardly neighborly."
"We’re under no obligation to be neighborly to murderers," the man pants. When Ivan turns, the woman has moved up, and sprays something in his face that burns. Ivan staggers back with a snarl, eyes going solid black and fangs appearing. It takes all his presence of mind to trip her before she can run in the direction of the stake.
"Help," the quiet man calls abruptly. "We're being attacked. Help, Militia!" His eyes stay steady on Ivan. "Help, vampire!"
Before he could collect himself to depart hastily, Ivan found himself sprayed in the face again, and punches the man who did it instinctively. At least, he thinks as he struggles through the pain, I doubt I broke his nose.
The evening could have been going better.
What: Being a smartass isn't always the best idea.
Where: Ludmead
When: Coardi evening
Notes:
Warnings:
The following article appears in the paper on Givdi morning:
Attacked by Cruorvore - Survivors Tell Tale!
THREE CITIZENS very nearly fell victim to a bloodthirsty fiend last night as they were walking home. The three, who prefer to remain anonymous as they fear reprisal from the cruorvore community, were attacked outside of the Owl and Charger, a popular public house in Ludmead. One of the shocked survivors said: "We were minding our own business when the fiend attacked. He was a vampire, I am sure of it!"
The chilling incident came almost exactly a week after five innocent lives were taken in a horrific attack on the Skyrail.
"We would've died if [name redacted] wasn't carrying a can of Burns Like Blazes Holy Water," said another. Concerned Citizens, a progressive group that believes citizens are best kept safe when informed and prepared to deal with cruorvores encourages living Baedalites to dress appropriately and carry some form of personal self-defense device.
Ivan is out and about for the evening, with no particular destination in mind, when he runs across a group of three conservatively-dressed individuals. It's dusk, but that gives him no trouble as he reads aloud the message on the poster that they’re mounting.
"'Meat is not murder. Murder is murder.' That’s either terribly epistemological or terribly pedantic." He is bored, as he often is these days, and frankly the rash of paranoia going through the city has inconvenienced him. Three humans aren't much, alone, to worry about, and he's disinclined to be polite.
The group turns, two men and one woman, to give him matching frowns. "It’s clearly not self-evident," one man says, "or we wouldn’t need to spread the word."
Ivan, briefly, thinks of a conversation he had once with Mitchell about churches.
The woman adds, "You shouldn’t mock, sir. Concerned Citizens are doing what we can to make Baedal safer for everyone."
"Well, not everyone,” he says, amused. "Presumably not safer for the crurovores."
The man who hasn't yet spoken, the tallest and least expressive of the three, holds up a small, palm-sized object that Ivan doesn't recognize. Very quietly, he says: "He’s one of them."
The first man recoils, and the woman touches the cross at her neck. "Monster," she says. "You will leave us unmolested if you know what’s good for you."
"I had no interest in molesting anyone," Ivan says, blandly, though he was privately a little unsettled at whatever had caught him. A mirror of some sort? He tucks his hands in his pockets. "I was just pointing out that I’m not sure vegetarians will appreciate your appropriation of their moral outrage."
The man who'd spoken first, recovering, draws a stake and lunges at Ivan, who easily steps out of the way. "That," he observes, "is entirely uncalled for." When the man makes another lunge, Ivan grabs his arm, twists, and neatly takes the stake away. He would like to kill the three of them for being so smug, but they're near enough a high-traffic area that he won't risk it. He tosses the stake away, far enough where none of the three could easily reach it. "Hardly neighborly."
"We’re under no obligation to be neighborly to murderers," the man pants. When Ivan turns, the woman has moved up, and sprays something in his face that burns. Ivan staggers back with a snarl, eyes going solid black and fangs appearing. It takes all his presence of mind to trip her before she can run in the direction of the stake.
"Help," the quiet man calls abruptly. "We're being attacked. Help, Militia!" His eyes stay steady on Ivan. "Help, vampire!"
Before he could collect himself to depart hastily, Ivan found himself sprayed in the face again, and punches the man who did it instinctively. At least, he thinks as he struggles through the pain, I doubt I broke his nose.
The evening could have been going better.