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A single piece of paper would be stamped up around the sewer-entrance neighboring the Arena Court District. It was encoded down with something of dotty ink running along the surface, as it was written in a hurry of some-sort. Published and glazed over with a bit of ink striking the exterior, it would read, with its grim text underlined in a deeper hue of indigo.
BRAVO THE THEATRICS!
It has come to my attention that a certain Lothar has been causing quite the ruckus amongst the passive, undeniable sewer systems of Regalia. With those sewers being such a dominant symbol of the freedoms wished to be exercised, it has been made evident that this pestering knight needs to be dealt with. This knight has broken all codes of morality and respite, practically becoming an anarchist, so say the wills of the common. Alas, I have not been able to instigate you, until now.
Riftan Dragic. I have that flickering life of a Reality Enforcer in my hands. Two birds in one stone as they say; An enforcer of tyrannical censorship and an enforcer of sheer, deranged terrorism amongst foreign communities. How beautiful shall the hour be with these two raptors meeting their inevitable rapture?
Regardless, Riftan, I have Judy Hale right where I want her and she is alive. Alive, lest anyone else shows up, besides you. I am armed with a donderbus, if that shall make my bargain more realistically tantalizing to you. One more person here, besides you, and her head is fried into the streets below. So, I make myself fundamentally transparent when I say to not bring anyone else alongside yourself. I am publicly here, publicly waiting for you. I am not the boogeyman without a face, I am an individual.
I will convene to have you warranted of my location soon enough, once I have my delivery send you that sworn plateau.
Now, this my own 'Vengeance Writ', as you may recall by your own bloodied hands below. To the vengeance of the commons squashed beneath the Truth Ministry. To the vengeance of all those suffering at the hands of your disastrous knighthood and their ability to wake a world to war where peace first lived. To the vengeance of those forced to relocate or caught up by the taxing politics of bureaucrats with little to no care about their people. All those vengeances shall be savored and accounted for in this stunt.
That being all proposed, I am going to request something of a sanction with that Truth Ministry, in particular the Director I so wished to announce my presence to. Do not wait, as I am willing to offer back my own closures on your puppetry of our city's objective reality. Once this deal is done, no matter the consequence, I am hoping progress is made between these matters concerning the meritocracy and the scourge that this bureaucratic system holds. You know who I am, you know my face, my name, and all. I suspect you will be active to display that, thus this little ruse of title does not bear any invincibility to my survival.
In Theatrics Abound,
The Paper Wasp
The Paper Wasp
((OOC: @AlienDark12 @Erzly thank you peeps for letting me tag!))