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located in Earth, 2102 AD, a part of Commedia dell'arte, one of the many universes on RPG.

Earth, 2102 AD

"How did we ever let it get this bad?"

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Character Portrait: Arthur Mackenzie Character Portrait: Peter Radovan Character Portrait: Zilas Black Character Portrait: Bashemath Character Portrait: Xander
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"Well, this is cozy," Bashemath said, head propped onto her hands. She scanned the room slowly, a blissful smile on her face. She knew what was to come, questions, but she was calm, without fear, contented even, because she loves a good discussion. She looked over at Xander, who sat quietly still, in absolute equilibrium. "You seem to make them nervous."

"As do you," Xander responded, to the point as usual.

Bashemath frowned for a brief moment. "I know, and it makes me... mmm, sad? I don't like that, how do I offer my services in this situation?" She looked puzzled, laying her cheek down against her helmet, letting out a short sigh. She twirled her black hair slowly. "And these horrid things, these murders. It makes me... mmm, nauseous? I like that least of all. I cannot comprehend the motivation to destroy another."

"Money, infamy, a sense of dominance, a feeling of duty, a feeling of delivering justice, delusions of being holy orders, or simply malicious pleasure," Xander listed.

"You say it all this so casually," she responded, her tone getting more gloomy.

"I do not approve of it either," Xander said. "I just... try not to dwell."