Entry: 15; [Video // Stolen Network device]: I am an artist...

[der_freischuetz]

[The screen flickers on and shows the wall of what looks like a small ally. Painted on the wall is a large, red swastika - though one of its arms isn't as long as the others.

Just below it, there is someone lying on the ground - a woman those who take a closer look could identify as one Willow Rosenberg. Her eyes remain slightly open, but there

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But is it Art?

[brainsnotfists]

So, this Millenium was a collective of Bo-Ho artiste serial killers?

I hope no one is getting soggy packages in the mail.

Better ask someone else than Rip on that. xD

[der_freischuetz]

Wrong! Try again.

Though I should give you points for figuring the name out, even though you weren't here for it. Very well done, Professor. ♥

[brainsnotfists]

If you arrived the same time I did, you weren't here for it either.

A late arriving member or fangirl then--arriving after the leader of your organization was removed?

Having a fit of pique because the City moved on?

[der_freischuetz]

True, I wasn't. But no reason to let them forget!

[brainsnotfists]

Why should they care about your organization, Lieutenant? And why would they remember, since most likely a lot of the population has moved on, for one reason or another.

[der_freischuetz]

What a question. They could move on, because there was no one to remind them. But now--!

A comeback, Professor!

[brainsnotfists]

I meant literally, as in, they aren't in the City any more.

"Oh look, random violence, I haven't seen anything like this since...a couple weeks ago."

Old hat, Lieutenant, and the only ones who care are you, and whoever you might have been talking to offscreen.

Rip is in an insanely good mood. Hard to get her out of it.

[der_freischuetz]

Hmm, when we're done having fun with this, we'll just need to think of something else then, do we?~