Discordant Dialogue

We are not your personal army
...Aren't you?


Nose, Grindstone


What's your name?
Filch
You're...kidding, right? Your name isn't seriously 'Filch the Rogue'?
Filch the Thief, actually


If they are stupid enough to believe that, let them. It makes our job much easier


Why are you dressed like that?
The vortex dressed me- I don't know


Quitting was never an option


Is 'Everyone' the name of a magazine, because every word I have ever heard from this Everyone has been false


...have you ever actually seen an ogre?


Everything in this place is for sale by trade- you have to find something I like better


Oh no, he won't kill me. He would never do something so kind


She is so powerful that her freaking nightmares can give birth to new monsters
Do they listen to her?
...sometimes
Then she is as much a danger to herself as she is to anyone else


Killing pays for my protein and my painkillers


One can end life far faster than one can create it. I think our purpose on this earth is obvious...


Kish-Mish szem baba-den mori


what the gods-damned fucking FUCK is going on here?!


*hands vial of unruly souls* Make good use of them


Money is the muse of many, but not of me


Doctor's Orders: Fucking have some fun. Trust me, I'm a doctor


Reach out and torch someone


How big is this...company?
Bigger than you would think, though smaller than you'd imagine


My name is Benjamin
I shall call you Jim


Death is about as final as you can get- mystery solved, time to ride off into the sunset on our pale horse with our blood-spattered scythe
~Anita Blake, Affliction

I have a very strict 'scorched earth' policy

I don't have many rules boy, but this is one of them:
You never turn your back on something you are good at

Maybe you don't like it, maybe you think it's stupid. Perhaps it scares you, disgusts you, and downright disturbs you, but you never just turn away from talent.
You mold it.
You hone it.

You turn it into a tool, a weapon, a stepping stone, a career. Something that you can use

You may not like your talent, gods know I don't, but I'll be damned I'm going to let that talent go to waste

Okay, seriously. Where do you get these Lolita dresses? I swear to God you have seven billion of them; you are wearing a new one Literally every time I see you

(steps out of the bath; find the Prince standing there)
I'm not going to ask what you are doing here
     Not even to ask how I got in?
You are the Crown Prince of _____, heir to the throne of ____. THe Order are your direct servants, and guardians of your city. You will find there is little in this tower that you can't get into.
     And my motivations?
You will tell me in your own time
     What if I say nothing?
Then the answer is already obvious; you are here to watch a girl in the bath.
     (stutters) E-even if that were the case, and it's not, you don't seem very...disturbed...
I can't really object, now, can I?

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For now, I sleep
     but the case--
Can wait. I may be able to go for days without stopping, but if you expect me to by of any real aid to you, Prince, then I will need a few hours of shut-eye.
           (Pause)
     Won't...won't the bells wake you?
I grew up here; the tolling of the bells and the thunder of the storms are my lullabies

I'm not your queen, prince. I'm not your princess, your lover, or your muse. I am a camarille, a hunter, and a member of the Order of the Tower. I am the foundation upon which your world is built. I am the sword that fights on your behalf, matching magic with magic.
I am the curse upon society, the shadow on its doorstep.
I am many things, but they are all become one
and that one thing is an abomination, not a bride


How many times has the city called upon the Order in times of need? And how many times has the Order responded with vigor and zeal? Despite that, how often does a day go by when the loyalty of the Order is not called into question?


Oh, the Clocktower was ours, but it never occurred to you whether or not we filled it.
That day was the greatest gathering in the Order's history. Ten fully-fledged members- the Order had never had such high numbers before. *looks* Or since.
The Order sent everyone it had. The only ones not in attendance were Grandmaster Kyrus and the Order's three apprentices.
And from that day the Order has never recovered
"Why didn't you say something?"
We tried. We were forbidden to speak of anything in regards to our 'day of shame'.
So, why do you speak of it now?
(pause)
I don't know. Guess it doesn't seem like it matters much anymore

**Much later on**

"Surely there has to be some other way. What about the Order? There has to be someone else who ca-"
There IS no one else, Prince! The Order is dead. I'm all that's left; and now, it is my duty to take that thing and vanish into the darkness where no one can follow me. This is my fate, Prince: To die for those above me, to keep them from destruction. That's the way it has to be, always has been.


I do not expect you to remember that lesson from your childhood; I do not even expect you to have needed to learn it. After all, you have never had to fight for your citizenship.


I haven't the time to repeat myself, so pay attention:
One day, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps a thousand years from now, a man will come to the doors of this kingdom. He will be arrayed in gray and gold, and two sigils will be visible: a cross with a hoop atop it hill hang from his hand, and on his brow two lines will create an angle, like so
That man will come to you, or to your descendants if you cannot be present, and ask for this key. You will be reluctant, but in the end, you will give it to him. With it he will unlock the Clocktower and its secrets, and protect the city as I and my predecessors have done.
And thus, from death and decay, shall there come new life to the Order

This tale will spread. Many will seek to impersonate this resurrection man and take the Order's treasures for themselves
The Clocktower will know


You gods-be-damned troublemaker!

The Golden Child was hailed as a hero, the greatest warrior of the Order, and singular guardian of the city. In truth, he had the least power of all of us to call upon. His was merely more effective against monsters who call the darkness home. Monsters of the daylight- not so much


If the gods do not care for wealth than why are their temples not made of sticks and mud?
Because the temples were not built by the gods, they were built by men; Men who thought that showing respect to the gods’ power and majesty was owed more than mere ‘sticks and mud’


Go to strange places, get strange injuries


There are always consequences, but if you can live with them there is nothing you can’t do


Either we posses souls or we do not, both of which are further and equally confusing. If we have souls, are we born with them, or must we attain them? If the latter is the case, how do we do so?
If on the other hand we are not possessing of souls, then what gives rise to this wonderful and terrible hurricane we call life? What makes us us?
And if we do posses souls, all manner of things seem capable of damaging or tainting them, or even ripping them from us entirely.
Me? For myself, I do not bother with the subject of the soul. I have one or I do not, it will be stained or it will not. Regardless of possession of a soul and its purity, or lack of either, I continue to live, to affect my world. I fight, I sweat, I bleed and die every day, and in the end my deeds will be weighed and tallied. They will tell my story, and Fate will judge me for its worth. I can ask for nothing more and wish for nothing less


Oh we have nothing against Death, though he is very rarely pleased with us


The city has been built over, everyone knows that, but nobody knows how many times. The Clocktower can be seen form most places of the city, but what most people don’t know is that it is actually even taller- It’s base is beneath the paving stones, in the last incarnation of the City. That is how the Order lives there. With interior access to the Tower, they can reach the lower levels. They have plenty of living space, visit training areas, and direct access to their quarries.
Where do you think most rogues hid in the city? Beneath the streets, that’s right.
Hell, for all we know the Tower might go down even further, to another age of the city. Think about that, why don’t ya….


Just because you have the keys to everywhere doesn’t mean you want to carry them


Psychic powers over hunger, motherfuckers!
(Famine walks up) What’s that?
…fuck


It’s not that I won’t slay this dragon for you. It’s that I can’t.


The dragon is the incarnation of malevolence


No no no. You see, I don’t have a problem of killing hobos. I have a problem of killing people in general


In the end it didn’t take a catastrophe or a supervillain. All it took was you. *tosses mask* I’m done. *mask hits the ground*

Do you ever think that maybe, just maybe, we create our own monsters?

I can play a merfolk? With no penalties? *claps* doing it!! the campaign is set underground, not underwater ... I shall play an earth merfolk! It is like a landshark. Except gay

If it is your intention to plunder this dwelling, you will find naught awaits you here but anguish and oblivion

My name? You don't need to know my name
But I must know your name! After all you've done, all you sacrificed to get her-
You do not get my name because I do not have one.
(stunned silence)
I have not had a name since the day I first set foot inside the Clocktower. I am a weapon and an instrument of the people, but I am not one of them

I have no name, only a title

Have you looked in their eyes?! They have no souls!

Good, then there will be no need for me to drag them down to Hell's gates when I'm done

I'm not creepy; I'm quiet and I don't like people. There's a difference.

Into the Wind we Walk!

We can’t just stop… progress, migration, motion is…modernity. It’s animate. It’s what living things do.

Can’t stay awake- not strong enough. Can’t fall asleep, or the clowns in my head will eat me.

You are on the list. Your place varies from day to day, but rest assured. You. Are on. The list

Customer: We have a reservation!
Bradley: you must be new *Points*
Sign: if you think you have a reservation, you are in the wrong fucking place

I don’t like the thought of giving people orders. That may seem like a contradiction given what I do but there it is. I can manage my own business affairs and organize someone else’s life for their own good. But a business is meant to make money; my business is to help people, and to me that is a contradiction

‘okay boys, it’s midnight! Last call!’

Do you believe in miracles?
Not part of my training

Man 1- he dated my sister
Man 2 (to man 3) you are a lucky man
Man 30 why is that
Man 2- because you are still breathing

I’ve never much liked my own face. I am always more comfortable wearing someone else’s

It is the language of Gibber, from the land of Random. It is a language for all who carry rage, hatred, and spite in their hearts, and it is the sacred tongue of the priesthood of Cas.

Jin mok mehn marA

She’s a little bit obsessive about that
Another case of fuckin’ OCD
Wrong. He did not say “OCD”, he said obsessive. I obsess. I am detailed and specific. Do not mistake devotion to a job for a diagnosable psychological disorder, dumbass


Ah, sweet Jesus, that’s comfy!

We can use programs to fix problems in the mind; that doesn’t mean we understand why it has them

“I’m not going to make it.”
‘You just can’t stand to see anyone happy, can you?’
…No, I came down with a cold and don’t want to spread it to anyone else, or else risk ruining your wedding with my sniffles
But everyone cries at weddings
Which is why I originally asked if you wanted me to laugh hysterically to lighten the mood.


Relax, my profession is killing, not slave-owning

That body was broken!

Bitch please. I drink cyanide and arsenic when I get a cold. You want to poison me, you are going to have to step up your game

But this spell right here, this one is absolutely gorgeous! Oh, to have met the one who wrote this; that must have been a man with imagination and vigor. . . I bet he was an asshole. The brilliant ones always are, unfortunately.
How would you know?
I was married to one. Prior to my lobotomy I used to be one
Lobotomy?! Then how are you-
Brain tissue implanted along my spine. Even without my head I would still be alive in most legal senses


…(croaks) asshole
Certified. Card-carrying. Now kindly shut up.


Prince, we are not here because we are free; we are here because we are not free. I cannot escape who or what I am, and neither can you shirk your title and duties.


Good Girl


(For whatever reason, I have a lot of trouble writing dialogue. I am only sometimes able to write short bits of character interaction, but I cannot for the life of me write extended scenes, or even normal conversations. Probably a result of very limited early social interaction...)

There is no rebelling against the Rebellion. You either stand with it, or die before it.


They have the High Ground, we have the low ground. there are no neutral zones, no safe ground. You either pick a side or get caught in between

This country, this world, this universe, all of us- we all came from the void, and to it we shall return

It has long become unclear how much of the girl’s ability is her own and how much is that… thing keeping her alive.
It enhances her abilities beyond most mortal ken, however far out they were to begin with. It shields her, it devours life force of her enemies and feeds it to her.
It never leaves her side…


Oh, and one more thing
*Sheers Copycat in half*
Ahtzvengrahl hates imposters


Umm, Sam? Samantha? Are you okay?
Fiiine, why?
Because you are sitting in dark room performing what looks like surgery on your arm.
Ever heard of scarification?


Kill you? HA! I’m not going to kill you. No, t’would be a waste of time and trash bags.


Dealing with dirty old men- and women- while wearing a revealing little costume. Just another day at the office.


Do you want food?!
…No, I want a jar full of human teeth. Yes! I want food. That is why I am standing in the food line


If you live your life by your expectations of people you will live life sorely disappointed.


Getting wired for a long drive?
It’d decaf; sensitive stomach. Would you like a cup? My treat.
No thanks. I just had two cups of my captain’s caffeine sludge. I won’t be able to shut my eyes for a week.


For the most part, humans are completely unaware of the existence of monsters, which is just as well, because they are perfectly capable of creating their own.


Tell me, what exactly should I fear, and why?


What is the point of putting a ladder in an elevator shaft? To fix the elevator. How do you get to it? You take the elevator that doesn’t work. Who thought this one up?

Funny think about madness: everyone has it, and the longer you hold it back the stronger it gets. Then, when you fall into it, it is harder to get out
Someone who indulges their madness often can move about it like air to be breathed in and sung to. But someone who holds tightly to sanity, to maturity, to codes and laws, they fall into madness thicker than cold syrup, like wet concrete; you don’t get out of it without help


There is a reason God works through us, we the frail and pathetic shells that we are. We are his words; not ink scratched on pages in weighty tomes, just us.
Power is not violence, or weapons, or energy, or armies. No, power is in words, simple words and actions. Words can make on seethe with rage, soar in glory, languish in defeat, rise in revolution—and cry. The ability to bring forth tears of pure emotion through nothing but speech- that my friends is true power



Sssooo, uh, you…ate that monster’s soul?
Mhmm
Uh, h-how was it?
Greasy, sour and salty



I like my coffee blond just like my metal.
Hmm, blond metal. I wonder what that sounds like?...

You can go wherever you want, but you can't hide. ...interesting policy

I will forget whatever debt you have- get her out of my apartment.
What?! No! No no no, I like her just fine, but she is Destroying. Everything!
I didn’t know it was possible to go through so many toasters…



My Anatomy instructor: the abridged version:
My name is Dr. Conzalez, and apparently I cannot understand a laser pointer.
We have these beautiful, blue frogs, and if you lick one, you’ll die!
Went up to a girl who was peeking at someone else’s paper and said, ‘focus on your shit’. I did not stutter
BEES!!!



Haaaaaaaate

Gross anatomy is gross

As always, for the good of his comrades he does the absurd

~ Moka Akashiya, rosario vampire II, vol 1, ch 2

Mother of Mantra...

*Sigh*... I really need to start associating with a better class of people

How did you know I lik-
What would be the point in being preternaturally cognizant if I didn't use it to have a little fun every once in a while?


This table is opaline teak from the Terrgazl Grove. I had to out-bluff a hellbred and a dragon in a game of high-stakes poker in order to get it, and if you should damage or mar it I will be most unhappy