If I were to lead an invasion, I would take advantage of my navigation experience to lead an Overzee force, either to non-loyal sections of the Archipelago, or areas bordering the Carnelian colony. Somewhere where I can count on a nearby friendly base, can consolidate gains, and may find allies in nominally hostile ground.
Of course, that wouldn’t be my main motivation; what I would really want to do is put the Admiralty on the Spot, as it were. There is a faction in it disloyal to London, and this would bring it to full light. That, more than any territorial gain, is of strategic importance.
On that note, what do you think is actually going on in the Admiralty? What of the flag of the Rising Sun?
I fear the conversation may have been inadvertently killed by such a specific question. It seems politics of the zee is not this group’s strong point. Perhaps Monsieur Psmith would like to try another question?
Sigh Very well…
In any case, the Feast of Christmas approaches! What would you give to Mr. Sacks if you could give anything?
A kick in the shins!
It’s such a good question I’ll use it again: What would you give to Mr Sacks if you could give anything?
I honestly have very little clue.
My question is to the next good person, what gets you in the holiday spirit?
That peculiar Christmas punch they serve at the Singing Mandrake. You know the one I mean - it tastes of cinnamon and woodsmoke and falling snow, and it once started a riot that ended up with a mob of people plundering a dockside warehouse for gifts to give passersby.
Why not continue the thought? What do you like to do when seized by the holiday spirit? And I’m not using that phrase as a euphemism for being possessed by… nevermind.
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The same as ever - plan, concoct, move in the shadows. Perhaps drink some strong spiced tea and watch from the corner of a steamy venue.
And I ask - have you ever danced with the devil in the pale neathlight?
Yeah and what’s it to you? I’ve not only danced with devils, I’ve slept with them, and tasted the hot coals of their lips, and maybe you know, maybe I slipped up a long the way my fault, and fell in love with one, but screw em, I say, they only want a piece of you and it ain’t your heart.
Question to the next: Have you listened to an urchin’s tales, do you heed them, or do you knock them as children?
I trust the urchins of this city far more than I trust many of the adults and even more of the respectable. They also seem to know a bit about the Correspondence (Enochian if I’m not mistaken.) And anyone who truly grasps the words of creation can’t be all bad can they?
Hypothetically speaking, if people were called by descriptions instead of names, what would you be called?
Hrrrm… If I were known by my description, it would be distracted easy, since I hop from goal to goal like a cat.
In the interest of the season, if you could give a random person anything on the Neath, what would it be and why?
I would give a song. As many of my current performances are more for my own amusement than for pay, they’re free anyhow, and there’s just something gratifying in the unannounced performance of music come upon unexpectedly. London loves that sort of thing.
One more question for the season: What do YOU want for Christmas?
A ten page paper written by the Masters explaining with full honesty what in God’s name this white stuff that falls on us on is.
Who have you fought a war of assassins with?
Everyone. It is shocking the amount of people who wish to see me harmed. -ME!- It’s not like I’ve stolen anyone’s beau or belle, or skewered anyone with scurrilously salacious verse, or stabbed anyone when they weren’t looking, or cheated at cards, or stole books from their library, or …
oh.
Right.
So! A question! If a Clay Sedan leaves Veilgarden at 10:00 am traveling at 6 miles per hour, and a Velocipede leaves Spite at 10:02 am traveling at 12 mph and the Airs of London are “The wind toys with paper-scraps in the gutter,” when will Jack of Smiles strike again?
Trick question; Jack of Smiles is striking as we speak. Watch your back, friend.
Do you have any family you are in contact with? If so, tell me a bit about them.
Alas, I do not. Mine were lost long ago. Not to anyone particularly like some unlucky people, just one of those unfortunate accidents.
If you could send a present to any NPC in our city, who would you send a present to, what would it be, and why?
Hm… probably a Care Package to the Last Constable. A fellow ally of Justice in the Neath that wasn’t a slavish devotion to the whims of the powerful, it must be hard for her in exile. She could use some Christmas Cheer.
But which NPC would you never, under any circumstances, give so much as your regards?
The Merry Gentleman, of course! (dream stealing b******d) If I didn’t need to talk to him about a certain card game, that is…
Question: What is your favorite thing to do with lacre?
As a relatively new arrival to the city, this is my first experience with the city’s “snowfall”. That said, as a man fortunate enough to have both a keen interest in the Correspondence and a fabulous device known as a Semiotic Monocle (surprisingly comfortable once you get used to your eyelashes sizzling, and it scares the daylights out of any would-be assailants), it makes a very interesting object of study. I look forward to understanding it further.
My question: How do you feel about the Velocipede Squad and their particularly violent brand of law enforcement?
I must say I’ve never heard of them. I do things a bit… cruel now and then but I assure you I’m a noble man that scandal last Monday not withstanding…
My Question: What are your thoughts on the fine Brass Embassy?
A bunch of liars and scoundrels of the worst order. But very useful if you keep your wits about you.
If you had to choose a Master Of The Bazzar to side with, which would it be and why?