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To All Residents,

I'm looking to find a particular sort of person for some ongoing work during the nights. What I am seeking are men and women who know how to handle themselves in a fight but are smart and resourceful as well. They must play well enough with others to consider looking after a less fighting-capable person. I have a few opportunities today to speak to anyone who is interested. This need not be a full time commitment, if you're interested, but I would need to know where you stood.

-Armand St. Just

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What are you afraid of? There ain't nothing wrong with telling nothing but the truth. It makes you more yourself than most of the people in the world.

I am afraid of people asking awkward questions. There are some things a man would wish to keep private. My life has been far from perfect. I would rather people know and value me for what I am doing now. Not what I was.

Waaaah. Why do you give a crap what people think about you?

A man's honor is intrinsically linked to his reputation. I am trying to repair both to the point that I can stand up with pride.

Oh great, one of those freaks obsessed with honor.

There's no honor on the streets, kid. Only the fight to survive.

You'll find that I am not alone in that here. And brutal as life is here, it is not the streets.

And every single one of them's obsessed with what they look like, not who they are. Appearances don't count for shit, because those drop the moment things get rough. You can always see what somebody looks like when they're about to die.

I hope that should I die, it will be bravely, and for someone else.

You can hope all you want. How you die is more important than how you want to die.

I can't predict that, can I? I will have to live with my hope, and so shall you.

Who you are'll tell ya how you're gonna die.

Who you wanna be'll tell ya how you 'hope' to die.

You won't know the method, but the way you react? That's what I'm talking about.

I've faced death before. Tis a quiet thing, and I don't think I'm brave enough to look it in the eye.

Then how can you hope to be the noble whatever when you die?

I can hope, because I'm always changing. The only way to be what one dreams of is to keep trying for it. If I die today or tomorrow, I'll have to settle for not whinging about it too much along the way. If I die a decade from now, I think it will be different.

Maybe, but you ain't who you'll be in a decade. Who you are right now is a pussy.

Death isn't anything. Trust me, I'm a shinigami. I oughta know.

Now you're just being rude.

I've never been anything but. I ain't one for polite society.

There is much you're missing out of in life then.

Bullshit. They wouldn't want me in polite society even if I gave half a damn for them. You don't let a wolf sit down to dinner with you, and the wolf wouldn't know what the fuck he was doing even if you did. Besides, polite society is just an attempt at pretending you're not the carnal, feral thing that you really are.

I'd rather be what I am and not try to hide it behind a pretty mask.

You most definitely belong here. I know people who would argue with you on your points. I am not one of them.

Thanks. I think I'm gonna like it here. Limited powers, good fights every night? I could get used to this.

Anyone who argues my points ain't worth my time, because they just don't get it. Life's meaningless, all that matters is the next big fight.

Well, I don't wish you ill. Just, please, leave me alone? I have work to do here.

No promises.

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