( Filtered to Abel Nightroad, Viewable to Duchess Fortuna & Empress Vradica; Unhackable )

Well, if this doesn't make my day- Curse? Again?

I need the services of a doctor.

The culprit being a green substance applied to metal surface that came in to contact with skin, the symptoms involving an almost instantaneous lapse into unconsciousness.

I require one immediately.

Them? Surely not, and yet-

( Private; Unhackable )

( Private; Nigh Unhackable )

This wou-

[A hiss, the soft squelch of blood, gritting teeth and a voice tinged with fury and bitterness]

Endre, you son of a-

[fumbling, a glass shattering, and the communicator being thrown violently before it shatters and the signal cuts off]

[ooc; tempting to have her redo her nice burns from the Empire, but here we have her own reflected ( Read more... )

( Private; Unhackable )

If the City were to take a moments respite from all of this utter nonsense, it would be greatly appreciated ( Read more... )

... It would be this place again, wouldn't it.

A good thing I made arrangements for my estates.

Everyone?

I'll be needing a new pair of boots.

The heels of these won't ever come clean.

Vampires?

The only thing I'll say about vampires is. Call me or mine one?

Meet the heel of my boot.