Who dares to crucify me now?

Private, Warded, and Cursed//Rosiel's Eyes Only

Da~rli~ng... your jewels are waiting for you ♥

A~nge~l...! Honorary Lord Commander, Lord over Western and Eastern Dominion, Lord Protector of Atziluth, Voice of God, Inorganic Angel, Prime Minister, Head of Council, One of Three Wings, Lightbo~rn...

I've an ambition if you'll listen.

What what what.

How how how.

Why why why.

Are you all intellectually regressed? Here, here, here, here, here. And for good measure, here.

Those are your answers.

I have a hate unsatisfied. Magnificent creature, will you satisfy it with me?

City! Come one, come all! Your illustrious Lady has procured a variety of things for which she has little use.

Come to the Casino for items of wonder and mystique, items of status. We have those for direct sale and two particularly special treasures for auction. Stop if just to peruse!

Sales and bids can be made in person or on the network for your convenience! I promise, you won’t be disappointed ♥

Direct Sale
Fender Stratocaster XII - sold
Playboy 2000 Millennium Edition - forfeited
Heckler & Koch PSG1 - sold
The Smashing Pumpkins Discography - 3 Blue
One (1) Special Edition of Silk Cut Cigarettes - sold
German Handcuffs with Keys - 1 Blue

Auction
Ducati Multistrada 1000DS - closing bid 30 Indigo to Jan Valentine!
Honda Civic Type S - starting bid 20 Indigo

Auctions closed!

Everything must go!

[ooc: Why yes, she got her hands on some of John and Cori’s stuff and has gone eBay on it!]

Our dearest War is losing her touch if this is the best the Reich can do, or is this Destruction's work at hand?

That was the sorriest excuse for a lynch mob I've ever seen. You all also have terrible eating habits. Practice some class.

It seems as if Bitey Boy and the Cantankerous Cunt have both gone missing in action. This unannounced absence disappoints me in so many ways... I can't help but ask:

You, my dearest gentleman, perhaps you could loan me a spare?

It happens to even the best of faeries.

edit: Apologies for not considering intent.

JOHN CONSTANTINE IS DEAD ♥

Now tell me it isn't true?

Breaking News:

AHH OH GOD YES!

A belated welcome to my brothers and sister in arms. Horsemen, tell me what travels brought you here and further more do elaborate on what you intend to do now that you are here.

I sense a little trouble in paradise.

Someone's going to pay in blood. Rich diseased blood rend from every pore.

The holiday is over, thank bloody hell for it. Now we can get to this business about the new year, I'd like that.

I would have liked to attend the winter gala. How nice it would have been, the Red Death appearing in all that white, marvelous. There are too many "good" people here.

What a beautiful plague of worms. I'm absolutely certain someone has noticed the little dog slathering for blood. It would be such a shame to let such a poor creature go hungry, don't you think?

They haven't gotten rid of me, lovely revelers. I'm overjoyed to have met someone so deliciously cold, vile, and diseased. The poor wretched fool, I would have liked to drop his eyes in my vermouth, but the handsome sir's words I'll honor. Oh trickster magician, you'll never change, the mange burrows deeply through your skin.

It has come to my attention that I may have upset more than just two gentlemen... It seems I have angered these two gentlemen and their friends, how delightfully amusing. Please I beg of you, all of you, do come find me if you can for I am always interested in keeping company. I guarantee you won't regret our meeting.