We kill anyone, of whatever political stripe or social standing. For a price. It’s not true that money is all that interests us. The thrill of the chase is involved. If nothing else is on, I’d cheerfully pot someone or steal something just to keep my hand in.
Some scorn opera as unrealistic. Large licentious ladies, posturing villains, concealed weapons, loud noises, suicides, thefts, betrayals, elongated ululations, explosions, goblets of poison and the curtain falling on a pile of corpses. Well, throw in a bag of tigers, and that’s my life.
Independent RP Blog based on ACD canon and D'Urbervilles.
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"I [am] his, and I remain his forever. If I am remembered, it will be because I knew him. He [is] my [maker], my commanding officer, my heathen idol, my fortune and terror and rapture."