Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180122044845

"One does not defend one's interests solely by a singular view of the world.  What good would it do to try and view the clouds but through the lens of a single raindrop?"

Adelaide lightly taps her cigarette into an ashtray. "No, to do so would be to fall under the stifled auspices that shackle the steady, plodding march of Demonic Energy across the world.  And with it, the bland, gray hegemony that comes with its dogma.  No, for a race to be free, they must exist as they deem.  Seperate, but united.  A stripéd banner of law, under which march the free peoples of the world, laid upon the sacred altar of personal freedom.  At times, there is a call to sanctify that altar with the blood of those who would oppose it."

She suddenly perks up, waving her hand, creating a streamer of smoke. "But happily, such days are few, when the vigil is kept.  Long may they be so!  But for that---"

She uncharacteristically stops suddenly, casting her eyes to Baku. She then looks at Markel.

"Exactly...how much of the creation process is known to Baku, good Master Markel?  I do not wish to speak out of turn, lest I reveal that there may be more to it than even you know."

Her intonation is caught only by him, as her words seem to be a door to a topic that would lead to a great deal more.