[quote=vanillafog]Ah. Although I don’t much care for material pleasures, I did bring the twin vices of bibliomania and scribomania from the Surface. This is especially problematic when the things you read have a habit of bleeding your eyes and burning your hair, and your written works spontaneously combust.
If you could become personally acquainted with one Master, which would it be?[/quote]
I am with the revolution, of course, but that doesn’t mean I will miss a chance to get acquainted with a Master, it also depends on if the Master you choose would become an actual friend, which the Masters don’t have, or just another favorite, friending a Master could be quite useful if we are talking about the first one. Mr Mirrors/C___ could possibly be the best one for the revolution if it would fall for it.
If you could permanetly kill a Master, what Master would you kill? edited by The Master on 3/29/2016 edited by The Master on 3/29/2016
Eli: None.
-checks to make sure there isn’t anyone listening in-
While I’m tempted to say Mr Irons, I’m not sure that anyone taking his places would be leagues better than him. I might say Mr Wines because he keeps ripping me off and also profits from deforming lack of moderation. I think I’ll linger somewhere between the two.
As for who I’d become acquainted with, probably Mr Pages. He looks like he has some things to say.
Betraying the Bishop’s confession. When they write another book about the contradictions and paradoxes inherent in human nature, be sure to let them know that, apparently, it’s possible to feel deeply satisfied and saddened by the very same act, at the very same time.
The censors’ methods for deciding which material is unfit for the public are sometimes straightforward (pornography) and sometimes esoteric (anything by Oscar Wilde). What’s the most fascinating- or baffling- proscribed material you’ve ever read?
Betraying the Bishop’s confession. When they write another book about the contradictions and paradoxes inherent in human nature, be sure to let them know that, apparently, it’s possible to feel deeply satisfied and saddened by the very same act, at the very same time.
The censors’ methods for deciding which material is unfit for the public are sometimes straightforward (pornography) and sometimes esoteric (anything by Oscar Wilde). What’s the most fascinating- or baffling- proscribed material you’ve ever read?[/quote]
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Maria: there was mushroom poetry… weird and illegal
Rysiek: my sisters books. She can write very well
Agata: I am a fan of Ms. Von Ravenscrofts books, myself.
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What was the most BORING book you ever read?[/quote]
It was a lengthy book on the soul trade written by devils. They used a wordy legalese to explain why the soul trade is profitable for both parties. As I read, the only thing of substance I could aprehend from the book is that devils will do just about anything to part you with your soul. Your long-term profit on the bargain remain subjective at best.
Speaking of which: no one should trust devils. Yet, have you ever met a devil that made you think that, perhaps, that one could be trusted? That perhaps not all devils are just waiting to snatch your soul in a moment of weakness?
When I was but a cabin-boy my Captain once took a devil from Mt. Palmerston to the Brass Embassy. The Wistful Deviless from Mt. Palmerston always seemed trustworthy to my Captain, and the crew of the ‘Watchful and Wary’. To be sure she wanted our souls, but she was ever honest about that – and she wanted them less than she wanted transport home from Mt. Palmerston.
Question: If our souls are nothing but meat and drink for the Judgements, a real possibility, is it possible that having one’s soul be owned by a Devil might be better than having it consumed by a Star?
(that’s actually a real question, as I don’t know enough lore to know why the Devils want souls, it could very well be more benign than the intended fate of souls – could be less benign as well, of course)
One should not be caught between a rock and a hard place. My soul was taken from me because of my hubris and it was a utterly horrible experience. Nevertheless it taught me a valuable lesson. A soul is a precious little thing that should be fiercely protected. It’s much more valuable than tickets to the opera.
As for the Judgements: We’ll see about that. There are certain plans in motion, that I support with all my heart… Citizen, maybe you should join us. Meet me at Caligula’s.
Question: What is your profession and is it your passion? edited by Vastra Ludlow on 3/31/2016
Oh dear me, let’s see. Most recently I was a Murderer, I do love diamonds, before that an Enforcer, of course. I’ve been a Ratcatcher, but despite their deliciousness I actually find I quite respect the rats, but they really are delicious.
Currently I’m between activities. (damn Church card, come up, I want to be a Campaigner)
So, as you can guess, my profession is NOT a passion of mine.
Have you ever heard of someone who has become a cat? With a follow-up, if so, how?
I am currently but a simple watcher now, and while I do adore the methodical playing of the Great Game, the long-term prospects of my involvement are… not optimal, especially for people of low religious standing, such as I.
[quote=absimiliard]Oh dear me, let’s see. Most recently I was a Murderer, I do love diamonds, before that an Enforcer, of course. I’ve been a Ratcatcher, but despite their deliciousness I actually find I quite respect the rats, but they really are delicious.
Currently I’m between activities. (damn Church card, come up, I want to be a Campaigner)
So, as you can guess, my profession is NOT a passion of mine.
Have you ever heard of someone who has become a cat? With a follow-up, if so, how?[/quote]
Yes, yes I have. They went to the parabola and made a deal with what the jaguars call a jaguar. I do not know what they come up in return. Certainly not memories -that’s the fingerkings- but something more then mere secrets.
Question: How many people have actually acted on a stage or other capacity? Professionally I mean, not just the normal acting of hiding ourselves from the eyes of society.
Yes, I have, in fact. When I was still permitted entrance into the Empress’s court, I was often commissioned to write works of fiction. When the mood struck me to write a play, I’d almost always take it upon myself it fill a role within it. Sometimes, I took the part of a nameless support character. Other times, I was the leading lady. It was great fun.
After staging my first and final opera, a change in venue was necessary. Should you come to Mahogany Hall on Saturdays, you’ll find me among the Glass’s illusionists.
As for acting work prior to my arrival in this city…Well, that’s all in the past.
Question: Which group do you toast when nobody is listening, and why have you placed your trust in them?
Hark- "I toast the Dawn Machine. Oh, no don’t look like that, it’s really not as dangerous as everyone thinks. Frankly, I think we could use a little more light down here… and a stronger fleet… and the power to rewrite the most basic laws of physics. Are my allies trustworthy? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But at least the New Sequence has a vision that benefits London, unlike those uncaring Masters and devils or the anarchy of revolutionaries. After them I suppose I toast the Duchess. She, like me, is a cat person."
Hebediah- "I don’t spend my quiet moments drinking, my girl. I get too few instances of peace and quiet and I d__n well want to remember them! If I did toast anyone though it would be God and the Queen! So what if it’s starry-eyed patriotism? So what if it’s not original? It’s not like anyone’s going to hear it now is it? Besides, those two have seen the city right so far! Don’t fix what’s not broken and all that."
Question: How did you spend your childhood (if you had one)? Were you bought up on the Surface, in London, or somewhere more exotic? edited by Hark DeGaul on 3/31/2016
Frankly, I toast our demonic kin. They are no worse than any merchant, even better, I’d argue. A soul is but an accessory, valued by overly conservative groups that can’t see a good deal! The soul trade only bring mutual benefit, and the "loss of emotion" and other such humbug is nothing more than folk tales spread around by drunk zailors!
I am saddened there is no pro-devil movement comparative to the C.V.R…
To compensate for my outrageous streak of questionless replies, what are the opinions of our delicious acquaintances on polite murder and Knife-and-Candle?
Dirae Erinyes: My childhood was lonely. I was born in Scotland, during a thunderstorm. My parents only cared for me for a few short years, before they grew sick and died. Before then all the servants had died or left for better jobs. That’s how I got my hands. They taught me how to survive on my own, with the basic schooling. The rest I learned myself in the library and grounds for the rest of my childhood. Thankfully, they were extensive. My parents claimed it was a castle built before England took the King of Scotland’s throne. I officially place the end of my childhood, when my first wife came into my home. Apparently, she was there to disapprove all the ghost stories told about it. After some accidental frights and much talking, she took me away. I’ve never been back since.
Evensong: I was born on the Elder continent. It is something which I would prefer not talk about.
Knife and Candle.
Dirae Erinyes: All for it! When else does society allow me to throw weasels down a friend’s chimney without scandal?
Evensong: I find it a foolish game, by those who don’t know to prize their lives. Still, I play my part when called upon.
Professor: No. I could die. I do not want to risk it.
Derek: You DO know that people come back in Fallen London, right?
Professor: And you do not know anything about me, impudent beast. If you did, you would be the first to beg me not to risk my life.
Derek: …Just what are you hiding, woman?
Professor: Nothing. Go eat a cricket.
Which reminds me, can you still go back to surface? If not, do you regret it?