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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 8. January 2014, 02:37 (892 Views) | |
| Vanth | Monday, 27. January 2014, 20:44 Post #21 |
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Vanth shrugged. He didn't know shit about this Blackwell affair. Apart from the blowing up of the things, of course. He supposed that it should bother him, but really, that kind of mess one usually did not want to get involved in. Even if it wouldn't hurt to make a play for more information. Information was always useful. "Nobody 'round here really speaks for the Anarchs. You could ask the Baron, but there's half a dozen 'narchs who believe she's The Man's lackey. Not that they've got their own alternative, mind. They're just gonna go paint the town and piss people off for lulz, or so they led us all to believe." He made a face, suggesting that he wasn't one of those people. "As for common cause? Fuck that. The only reason Blackwell's here is to overthrow the capes. Why should we help em out? Sit back and watch the fireworks, is what I'm saying." |
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| Tzippy | Tuesday, 28. January 2014, 21:23 Post #22 |
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"Anarchists," Moshe snorted in disdain, "They just want an excuse to piss off mummy and daddy by causing trouble. Anything for attention. Those idiots would not understand actual activism and revolution if it bit them in the arse. Just want to poke fires with sticks until they get burned." The pen twirled between his fingers, the fidgeting taking on a more agitated tone. "Which would not be too bad if they were not going to drag us into the fires with them. Because bigger picture, what is that? We actually have to care about the potential backlash and consequences our actions may cause?" There was a sharp intake of breath when the pen, cheap plastic that it was, splintered in a too tight grip. Moshe swore softly, picking at the remains and taking care not to spill the ink, distracted from what had seemed to be another brewing rant. |
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| Pierre | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 00:44 Post #23 |
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Pierre sat back and thought over what both the men had said. He pursed his wrinkled lips as he considered. The opinions expressed caught him a bit off guard. Perhaps the Anarch movement in London was less organized then what he was used to. Hell, in Paris there was two groups of Anarchs, one more radical then the other. ...I couldn't be sure if these men were Anarchs of course, perhaps they simply considered themselves independent. The men seemed aware of what was going on in the city, but I thought I sensed some... indifference. I can respect that choice, I suppose, though I disagree with it. All kindred had to find their way though the night the best they could... One thing stood out that Pierre wanted to clarify. He asked 'Jean-Luc' "When you say the Baron seems to be The Man's lackey, are you referring to the prince, specifically? Might I ask if this is something more then rumor? What has she done, or not done?" |
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