(1) Feducci makes grand promises to bring about a fairer London, but his character and past actions cast grave doubts as to whether he actually believes what he says.
Feducci is a false-Tomb Colonist, an invincible immortal man wrapped in stolen bandages who feigns a limp and a cough. He presents himself in such a way so he can lure people into his private fighting club and slaughter them in a duel to the permanent death. Duels to the death where the reigning champion cannot possibly be harmed, let alone killed, are hardly fair by any definition of the word. And of course Feducci is not content the advantages granted by his invincibility, he also goes to his duels proudly astride a warhorse in order to face opponents who fight on foot.
Feducci has had so many of these dishonest duels and has slaughtered so many unsuspecting opponents that he goes into battle with his arms wrapped in black ribbons:
“If that were not bad enough, his arms are swathed in enough black ribbons to hide his bandages. There are dozens of them: how many of his own society has he killed?”
Each of those ribbons taken from a man or woman who Feducci permanently murdered in an unfair, thoroughly one-sided duel.
(2) When not permanently killing lesser mortals for sport, Feducci serves as the Presbyters Agent in London. Feducci’s clandestine activities are whispered about in the Flit and is regularly seen delivering reports and relics to Presbyter zailors. But the strongest testimony comes from one of his former associates in Venderbight’s Grand Sanatorium, which was uncovered by a gentleman seeking his Nemeses:
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Feducci, in his capacity as the Presbyter’s Agent in London, regularly commissions the murder of London citizens, particularly those whose existence is condemned by Holy Presbyterate Law.
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As the recent election campaign has established, Feducci is being paid by the Presbyter for these services. These payments are laundered through under-zee commercial transactions. Feducci invests in a speculative venture that a London company is hoping to make with the government controlled Licensed Exchange at Adam’s Way. The Presbyterate government then agrees to and insures that this venture is profitable. There was never any possibility of Feducci losing his investment.
(3) Just as he has clothed himself in an aura of unearned courage, fighting duels that cannot possibly hurt him, Feducci has cultivated a reputation as a winner by repeatedly gambling with loaded dice. And yet this man promises to even the odds in London?
The Presbyter is getting something for all this money – that is obvious. If Feducci becomes Mayor he will be indebted for his success to an unfriendly foreign power that lays claim to territories held by London!
Lastly, Feducci has a terrible record when it comes to the people who put their trust in him. We’ve already documented how he treats his fellow duelists in the Black Ribbon – as pawns and disposable amusements! But this goes back a long way. When he still resided on the Elder Continent, Feducci went on a pilgrimage to the brambled city of Arbour:
“Feducci was a celebrated figure, attended by lovers, well-wishers and flatterers. Many begged to accompany him, and a company of seventy-seven embarked with pennants, wine, and song.
…One by one, Feducci’s companions fell, but he refused to turn back. When he reached the rosebrick gate, he was alone.”
So ask yourself, would a false gambler like Feducci wager on the odds he has given you – that electing a cheater and schemer would somehow make London a fairer place? We both know the answer to that.