I feel like Saint Nicholas is pulling my leg

[cloistre]

[So. THE DAY HAS FINALLY ARRIVED, LONDON. It is Christmas. A light snow falls upon the city, and even the Old Ones seem quiet and non-existent against the hustle and bustle of people giving gifts or doing emergency shopping despite the chances that literally nothing is actually open right now.

But that's probably just wishful thinking. You could pretend, if you tried hard enough.

What are you doing?]

Comments

[hariolor]

[Snort.]

What would be the point? I don't have a bunch of principalities bugging me for information they don't have clearance for here.

[alethiological]

[Smiling a bit at the response.] Well said. But I think that concludes our conversation. I have a fiance that doesn't like me being late and she breaks out the live rounds after ten minutes. Good night, Raziel. Contact me whenever you please.

[First thought: It's been twenty minutes. Second thought: his motions are perfect and one smooth action to take Raziel and toss him out the window. It's the ease of countless bodies following the same treatment. Ignore that most of those bodies were Erika.]