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[team_sociopath]

City, I am bored. And as such I want your suggestions.

What's the best bar in the City for a party?

Cost, of course, is of no importance.

[ooc; City, meet Thomas Lenshserr, prince of the House of Magnus, the more debauched of the grandsons of Erik Magnus, ruler of Genosha, mutant supremacist royalty and all that good stuff. Being as

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[repeatshimself]

His parties are always the most indulgent kind.

[repeatshimself]

I'm not being boring.

[He's getting petulant, though]

[team_sociopath]

You're being petty, and we are better than that, brother.

[repeatshimself]

I don't like how she addressed us.

[Me. But William is actually listening to...sense?]

[team_sociopath]

Petty vengeance makes us look bad.

[You, not us; Thomas makes himself look bad enough, but it has the advantage of making William look respectable. Usually.]

[repeatshimself]

[Hmph]

I made it stop.

[team_sociopath]

Good.

[He didn't really want to have to pull the I'm older bit.]

IM ME

[repeatshimself]

She called us bastards.

[Because that word refers to the both of them]

[team_sociopath]

She's a fool.

Not worth anything more than pity, at best.

[repeatshimself]

Fine.

[cry_reaper]

What are you- [She gasps as wounds on her abdomen, and another, stranger set of wounds on her neck open and start to bleed.]

What are you doing?!

[repeatshimself]

Causing you pain.

[cry_reaper]

You little... bastard.

[But she's gasping because the wounds are somewhat serious, the one on her abdomen being from surgeries and the one on her neck... well, she doesn't remember it, but it did eventually kill her.]

[repeatshimself]

[This takes a moment]

Stop.

[The cuts heal over, although the lost blood is lost]

Don't call me a bastard. Don't ever call us bastards.

[cry_reaper]

They try not to... act... like one.

[She's clearly in pain, even if the wounds have closed. And there's an edge of fury in her voice.]

And enjoy meeting the police.

[repeatshimself]

Police?