Difference between revisions of "Marisol/Contacts"

Latest revision as of 17:51, 30 March 2020

Selena: Mi ductus. Much more grounded than the typical Fiend, too.

Lux: Aside from an unfortunate fixation on bikers, the finest seer one could ask for.

Sinclair: It is refreshing to find a wild boy ready to grow up.

Noa: I get the appeal of court jesters better now.

Freeman: Build a shrine to the ancestors and it is religious observance, yet honoring a royal lineage is the work of 'fascists' now.

Gregg: There is quite a lot of potential there. There is quite a lot of everything, in truth.

Hassana: It is perhaps more just to have the means of the enemy subverted to the Jyhad. But I do enjoy plowing with salt.

Santos: It is good for my Sister to have a project. I am sure she can see the example set by my chamberlain and work towards that.

Daemion: Ay, sister, you can have too many projects!

Vera: The other kind of fiend. One of the, how do you say it, rednecks.

Khamael: Would someone get this poor soul a tongue already?

Zara: A surprising change to such an inspiring warrior and leader.

Camilla: Finally, someone that can learn decorum.

Croc: The garb of a warrior makes the meanest creature into a true force of vengeance and conviction!

Ai: Who could truely trust the assassins? As such, respect and love and commitment must be stronger than ever.

Sofia: Tasty.

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 [[Larsen|Croc]]: The garb of a warrior makes the meanest creature into a true force of vengeance and conviction!
-[[Oates]]: We'll get along quite well.
 [[Ai]]: Who could truely trust the assassins? As such, respect and love and commitment must be stronger than ever.
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 [[Sofia]]: Tasty.
-<s>[[Salvatore]]</s>: What a disappointment. But with all things Italian, perhaps a German will be along to do it better.
-<s>[[The Red Circle]]</s>: Once, decades ago, I found myself in New York, and travelled for a time with the Ruff Ryders pack. Their ductus, who was proudly associated still with his mortal contacts within the Fistfucking Federation of America, had a distinct prolapse that through various viccissitudes was capable of movement and even rudimentary speech. I wish him and his packmates well wherever the Night may take them even now. In contrast, the Red Circle was a dishonorable freakshow best left to the dust of history.