mizpah

declan cleary / 28 / irish transplant / scribe alumnus of the university of exeter, former aspiring author closed rp account for touch of strange

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[pm] That’s my impression of it. But, the fact that it’s a nursery rhyme, that sort of innocent childish intimidation, they’re underestimating us.

There have been… fortifications made, to the building, that may or may not be legal, when one considers the fact that booby traps are illegal. But I’m trying to focus on not being killed.

I’m glad you feel you can trust me.

It’s not about [d: yo] Christmas Eve. But, I think it’s better to talk about in person, maybe.

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[pm] Well, knowledge is power, and knowing is your business. Hope you’re not underestimating them.

Think we’re all way in the grey these days. Keep yourself safe, Declan. Just don’t survive by doing shit you can’t live with. If there’s anything I can do, call, I’ll be there. Afraid I can’t be bringing the cavalry, but. 

You earned that. I was taught to honour a good turn, so you’ve got a few favours to collect, as well. 

Alright. In person.

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[message pending]

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One Irish Scribeling left all alone, He begged for quick mercy and then there were none.

Be seeing you.

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Two little Scribelings went on the run; The Brit took a wrong turn and then there was one.

[d: Oh. Oh.]

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Three little Scribelings toyed with a thumbscrew, The linguist swallowed his tongue and then there were two.

[d: You] [d: If you even touch]

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[pm] We’re receiving threatening messages. And we’ve been tipped off that we’ll likely be targeted. Rather they all came after me when they make good on that.

And how much more can the damn pot be stirred up when they’ve already decided to set the bar at gleefully murdering children? [d: Please don’t tell me you’re going to defe]

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[pm] Scribes? You can’t be serious, scribes are the vegetable lambs of hu I know you’re not stupid Declan, so stop pretending to be. Do you honestly think you’re a convincing decoy? The Liberation isn’t just going to swarm you and let everyone else run, you know. …And why scribes? Why are they targeting your kind?

Do you think any of us agreed with that?! Not everyone discussed the trials, it was never held to a vote or That was wrong. I saw, and it was disgusting. I’m not… I don’t want to talk about that. But demonizing all supernatural people for an isolated incident isn’t fair. You don’t do that to humans, you never d

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[pm] No, they won't all charge at me, but if some of them are pissed off enough to be distracted, then I've had some kind of effect. And they would target us because of the things we know, because they believe being held accountable is discrimination, and they're running a campaign of fear. Alana, if they are willing to slaughter Scribes, people everyone sees as defenseless little bookworms, then it sends a message. A command to submit.

I'm not demonizing all supernatural people. How am I demonizing all supernatural people by saying that the people going along with this group were fooled into thinking they were fighting for equality? I want the people I care about to live comfortably and without fear, not as parts of a militant agenda. I was personally attacked by several members of this group within a week of moving here, do you realize that? Even if this was the first time they killed a child, it will not be the last. The violence is not isolated.

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[pm] That would probably be immensely helpful, actually. I can certainly find out how, but that won’t mean I’ll have any skill with it.

I… couldn’t stomach the idea of staying silent any longer. And, from where I stand, it’s not really possible for me to make myself more of a target than I am already. If they’re coming, they’re coming. Might as well say something meaningful before they do.

I was thinking on my back. Nicely hidden away. Or something.

You don’t need to thank me for that. I’m glad you felt comfortable coming to me, really. And… I do still need to talk to you. I said I would when you came back, but I’ve been dragging my feet.

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[pm] Sure, then. I wouldn’t mind.

That’s what all this nursery rhyme bullshit is about, yeah? That’s their idea of a threat? What sorts of precautions are you taking, you and the rest of the Scribes? Seeing as there’s no police protection from a single goddamn thing in this town.

Professionalism does narrow down the options a touch. 

I am, anyway. Had to be somebody I figured I could trust. You know that’s You wouldn’t.

What is it we need to talk about, now? 

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[pm] That's my impression of it. But, the fact that it's a nursery rhyme, that sort of innocent childish intimidation, they're underestimating us.

There have been... fortifications made, to the building, that may or may not be legal, when one considers the fact that booby traps are illegal. But I'm trying to focus on not being killed.

I'm glad you feel you can trust me.

It's not about [d: yo] Christmas Eve. But, I think it's better to talk about in person, maybe.

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@declancleary

[pm] I can’t sit silently while I wait for the inevitable. I just can’t. 

[pm] It was condesc. We’re not incapable of thinking for ourse 

You’re stirring the pot, and you know it. 

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[pm] We're receiving threatening messages. And we've been tipped off that we'll likely be targeted. Rather they all came after me when they make good on that.

And how much more can the damn pot be stirred up when they've already decided to set the bar at gleefully murdering children? [d: Please don't tell me you're going to defe]

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[pm] Please stop instigating things.

[pm] I can't sit silently while I wait for the inevitable. I just can't.

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[pm] I need you to help Vasilisa make certain that Luna is feeding herself properly. Which means you need to do the same, alright?

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[pm] Has Lu not been eating? I’ll make her don’t worry.

And you don’t have to worry about me. I’m still recovering from being fed human blood. My appetite is out of this world. I don’t miss a meal.

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[pm] She'll let herself go without when she's distracted. And I promised her I'd eat if she did, so. If I'm sticking to that, she better be.

You... were fed human blood? By who?

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[pm] Next? As in, executed on broadcast television?

Your intuition was correct. Thank you. I still We

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[pm] My feeling is that it’ll be more like that bar. The place was sickening, but they didn’t deserve that. But, we’re ready, we’re braced for it, and they won’t think we’re capable of that. I won’t let this be like London.

Good. Good, that’s good. You’re welcome. I know this doesn’t mean

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[ a few hours later ]

[pm] They did. You don’t.

It wasn’t you. Doesn’t make it easier, not sure why.  Either way, I don’t want you dead. Or maimed. Any of you. Or any books harmed. Are you at the headquarters?

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[pm] It wasn't me but it was my fault. I should have known better and I should have taken precautions.

Yes. I've been staying in headquarters. If you're going to come, please let me come and get you at the doors. Miles and Brett have outfitted the place with traps, I don't want you hurt.

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Four little Scribelings too slow to plea; One was found guilty and then there were three.

[d: Can't wait for the thrilling conclusion.]

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Five little Scribelings slipped on a chainsaw, One spilled out his guts and then there were four.

Blatant now.

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Six little Scribelings hid at the Archive; One fell off a ladder and then there were five.

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Seven little Scribelings took a dip in the Styx; one never surfaced and then there were six.

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Eight little Scribelings thought they'd found Heaven; one slipped off a cloud and then there were seven.

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Nine little Scribelings sat up very late; one overslept himself and then there were eight.

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Ten little Scribelings went out to dine; one choked his little self and then there were nine.

Been saving these. Might as well post them, since we seem to be nearing their climax.