thiry-sixth cigarette

[november_chill]

Hm. I'd almost forgotten how fragile humans are. Becoming too complacent, I'd think.

I think I might need to go buy more cigarettes.

[OOC: MIRROR NOVEMBER. He's a full-on Contractor again, and just froze an NPC. Side effects are less congeniality and more murderous intent. Not to exceed three doses a day?]

Comments

[oneeyedservant]

You're not human?

[november_chill]

Not in the slightest.

[oneeyedservant]

Interesting.

What are you?

[november_chill]

A Contractor.

[small_comfort]

Mr. Simon...?

[november_chill]

You rang?

[small_comfort]

Are you all right?
Do you know which city you're in?

[november_chill]

I'm perfectly fine. And whichever City let me be who, and what, a Contractor should be.

[november_chill]

And if I did? You're certainly not innocent either, April. ♥

[OOC: Whaaaat? No drinking?! Holy crap, the world is ending! XD]

[november_chill]

God won't do anything for you. Otherwise, why would beings like us be here? There's a purpose for everything.

It may not, but it's an efficient cleanup.

[par_le_verre]

November.

[november_chill]

In the flesh.

[par_le_verre]

Isn't that normal?

[november_chill]

What? Flesh, or needing cigarettes?