Depends on whether or not you have a hoard on your tail or you need ta get rid of an infestation. Burnings easy. But crushing gives a bit pleasure underneath one’s boots.
Speaking of dangerous creatures, any of you ever tried to get lamplighter wax before?
Depends on whether or not you have a hoard on your tail or you need ta get rid of an infestation. Burnings easy. But crushing gives a bit pleasure underneath one’s boots.
Speaking of dangerous creatures, any of you ever tried to get lamplighter wax before?[/quote]
Agata: I believe I tried, and did it.
Maria: I am going to ask a question. If you had a rule that you never betray ANYTHING, if otherwise possible to the constables, which your family holds, what would you do if your own brother broke it, got another of your Brothers to jail, what would you do?
Ezekiel: World runs on betrayals. If sword does not bend, sword will break. People break too.
You must answer question…
What is one secret held in London you never want to find out?
Hmmm, a curious question. How does one ascertain the existence of a secret one does not know, and does not wish to know? Though I suppose that if we are enjoying a perambulation through the realm of the purely hypothetical, if I were to discover that this whole experience - my explorations and adventures, trials and tribulations in this dark and dusty and gleaming Neath - were but a mere dream brought on by a glass overmuch of absinthe, I would find it dreadfully disappointing. Though it would make for some exquisite penny dreadfuls, I’m sure.
Have any of you run across a gentleman with a number of remarkable gems circling about his hat? I ask only because I have not seen him since he regaled me with a number of truly touching stories, and I do worry. The Neath would be a poorer place if he no longer walked its streets.
Really? No answers? I think that rightfully is your own answer in a way. Lots of higher ups fit your description, that’s the problem. Lots with gems. Lots with hats. Some with gems and hats. Tryin’ to find one bloke with a hat adorned with gems is like tryin’ to find a needle in a nest of sorrow spiders.
For what it’s worth, you might have better luck askin over at the Quarters. If you’re lucky.
Though that reminds me, were rubbery men always here in the Neath?
If what I am beginning to believe is true, then no Miss Syrus, they are not. I think they may have been brought here along with the Lorn Flukes and the Principles of Coral. I fear I’m still seeking more evidence for my hypothesis.
For myself, I would ask of Salt’s Curse. I begin to despair; the endless losses, departures, deaths, distancing – the call to leave the pain behind and Go East. There are not tears enough for Salt, their hunger is insatiable.
No zailors ever tell of sating Salt’s hate once it is won, how can I appease the cruelest of my Gods?
Ezekiel: You remind of brilliant poet once knew. He was deeply religious, also brilliant. Never dared. Never did anything worth remembering. If anything is true about Zee, it is capricious. Zail where you go and let Devil take the hindmost. Even Salt can appreciate daring.
You must answer question…
Summer coming on blazing wings. How will you keep cool?
Madam, actually. But I appreciate the use of an honorific.
Same way I did on the surface. Move between place to place, find whichever place is cool, stay there, move on. Whatever works.
There’s a lot of things in the Neath, some more mysterious than the last. Have any out there heard of red honey and know the taste?
I once slipped and fell face-first into a little bowl of honey that has someone’s nose blood in it. Taste like any other honey.
How do you dress to impress?
I currently wear the uniform of a Captain in Her Majesty’s Navy. If such does not impress then I care not whether I do so. In more . . . personal affairs I prefer a gown of Parabolan linen these days.
That is a vile tale Mr. Kassington, perhaps if you find you must ingest honey tainted with the blood of another to sate your tastes you should consider the possibility that you may be addicted to the stuff. Further, that is not Red Honey at all. So I shall ask Madam Amelia’s question again, as I have not tasted it myself – it shall never pass my lips.
Who can describe for Amelia the taste of Red Honey?
Isn’t it a bad thing? Why are you all so desperate to learn its taste?
(That should double as a question)
Ezekial: Fools desire what they do not have. Taste of love, blood or Red Honey, in this case. Once bitten, twice shy. Third, dead.
You must answer question…
If you entered Circus, what would performer name be? What would you do?
Now, I got nothin’ against Bohemians. But from my experience the whole bloody lot tends to pay in scraps. My services aren’t an echo and scraps of glim…
That said. If I ever somehow managed to be so far in debt that I had to pay off through Mrs. Plenty’s Carnival, than I know the whole lot would stick me to tightroping there. I know where my talents lie and I know they’ve noticed it as well. Pretty simple, I think.
Though that has me thinking, has anyone ever gone through the House of Mirrors? Seems like a cheaply made ploy to me. But I’ve heard some things. Not so great things. But rumors tend to be madly right with the truth.
Eli: Only people with very low self-esteem would find something scary in there. The…
Direa Erinyes: Eli? Are you okay?
Alright… well while you blokes have a moment, I have a question for the crowd. Spirifage from what I heard seems like a tricky deal but what is even trickier is finding souls in general. So it made me wonder, how exactly does one know if they’re soulless or not?
Do you have anything you enjoy in life? Anything at all? Then you have a soul. If you do not find anything enjoyable, then… it really does not make much of a difference if you do or do not have a soul.
What is the worst pest to ever infest your lodgings? Besides Rattus Faber, I mean. I heard that there is a gang of them invading houses, but it is more a war of conquest than a proper infestation.
I would say those detestable plants that have been sprouting up around the city, some kind of lily if I recall.
They eat innocent things like coalmen and pets. And foolish innocent Rattus Faber. And probably foolish innocent other things.
Have you ever encountered any of these horrid floral specimens before? And what is your hopefully hostile opinion towards them?
Eli: It is feasible one could try to intercept the Widow’s shipments BEFORE the Widow intercepts the shipments that she then guards from interception. Depends how close you like…
Ezekiel: clears throat He was talking about the Cumean Canal. But that is still technically dealing with the Widow.
Eli: Yes… Now then…
A question, if I may?
We all know the four main dangers of the Neath. Which of these would you most like to never have to worry about? Besides, Death, I suppose. Eh… Hm…
Oi, I’m not some suckling child that needs to be breast fed the information. Like I’m not ungrateful for it but it didn’t needed to be raised into importance. Coulda found out another way…
[quote=The Absurd Rogue]A question, if I may?
We all know the four main dangers of the Neath. Which of these would you most like to never have to worry about? Besides, Death, I suppose. Eh… Hm…[/quote]
What kind of question is this. Of course all of us dread the main but we wouldn’t be here if we weren’t willing to take the risk. The only difference is knowing death won’t be a part of the ordeal.
And I only asked the question befur that cause it seems impossible to tell a passing bloke with a soul from one that’s soulless. How ya suppose to tell a difference?