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[impure_tale]

Where the FUCK are my manuscripts?!

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[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Impressive detective skills.

I happened to be looking through this little journal when some giant letters flew onto the pages.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Give me a reason; it's all I need.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Why need a reason at all? I'll bet you're just aching to lay your hands on me.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You really have no idea, do you?

I'm told you are drawn to things of a war-like nature, kitten, and I'm beginning to see that much more clearly.

But this is a prison, and it is a very unique battlefield.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

This is hardly my first prison, Marquis.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

No, but it is guaranteed to be our last.

And so long as we're both here, we might as well come to an understanding: Stay away from mine, and I will be happy to stay away from yours.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Is this more of that 'territorial pissing' you humans are so fond of?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

All war is territorial pissing.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

You think this is war? Adorable.

Good luck finding your manuscripts! I was looking forward to reading them.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I would be happy to make it one if that is the only thing you'll understand.

It's high time you were put in your place, anyhow.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

My "place"? Oh, I've always loved that one.

Tell me, Marquis. What do you think my "place" is?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You tell me, "Master".

You know, I was always rather perplexed by that name you've given yourself. Since you fashion yourself after Englishfolk, I mean.

You realize that's the honorary they designate to children, yes?

LOTS OF PLANETS HAVE A NORTH! D:

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

You realize that it's a title conferred by my academic degree, do you not? You are an educated man, aren't you?

And I do not "fashion" myself after the English. My people just happen to share certain similarities with them.

Are you honestly trying to tell me that because of my name, you believe my "place" is that which is typically reserved for children?

[Locked to the Master]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Of course not. Children have no place on a prison barge.

But presently the only 'place' you need concern yourself with is one that leaves you effectively out of my affairs.

Educated men -- particularly those with 'degrees' come and go. They are largely inconsequential, still slave to their more base instincts whether they believe them above it or not. They are many. I hate to quote something as dull as scripture, but your name might as well be Legion.

But here, there is only one Marquis de Sade.

And if you cross me again, I will show you exactly how I make war. If in the end I've only ashes left to conquer, I'll still leave satisfied. And that is a promise.

[Locked]

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, terrifying words--

Oh. Wait. You're a writer. That's all you have: words. While I, well, much as I love to brag, I'll not bore you with a list of my accomplishments. They are beyond your comprehension.

You need only know that I am the Master, Lord of Time and Space.

And you're a writer, an outdated, obsolete human.

The very idea of a "war" with you is laughable. Please, do your worst. I invite it.

By the way, while we've been talking, I believe your manuscripts have drifted farther and farther away from us. Pity.