Rules of Attleton

[gypsyvermins]

[A dour man with a wrinkled brow begins his announcement curtly.]

Dear citizens of Genessia. As some of you may have noticed, a kidnapping has recently been staged on my city with my archway. (Here he seemed to use the word "My", not as in "my mother" or "my country", but "My toy" or "my clothes"). This regrettable circumstance was multiplied when her rescuers saw fit to disturb the peace of the citizenry in their attempt.

Perhaps such measures were necessary. I do not now know nor care.

But let me be clear. Attleton is under my protection. I intend it to be a safe haven for those who would seek to be free from this world's many hells. Sorcery. Monsters. Other foul machinations of the devil. Towards that end, certain security measures must be satisfied should you wish to gain entrance into it.

There shall be no weapons, nor crude fetishes, nor anything else one might wish to take into here, without my the city's permission. Should you be found with unlawful possession of such items, you will be removed. Additionally, trust in Attleton must be earned. Provided you have not been found guilty of any wrongdoings in the greater community at large, any strangers wishing to enter Attleton will be made to wear tracking devices.

Severe as these measures may be, they are necessary to ensure the safety of the citizenry here. One last thing: Absolutely no one is allowed into Paris without my express consent. I have made the transition from that world to this; the common people there are not so hardy.

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[solar_flare]

[Yang's knee-jerk reaction is to rant at him and ask how he can be so insensitive. But she folds her arms, thinking over the matter first. This was his Archway. He'd paid a price to open it, so of course it would be precious to him. And Yang had busted up an enormous hole in the street and run around with her hair on fire. That probably would scare people who had no idea what a person's Aura and Semblance could do.]

[It's tough to admit, but she owes him an apology.]

Hey, uh...sorry I blew up your streets!

[His restrictions on Attleton sound extremely severe. She'll just make a note to avoid that part of the world; it's got nothing to do with her anyway.]

And then Yang was the more tactful one

[no_love_potions]

Were you born with that stick up there? Hell's bells, the kid was about to die, man.

Re: And then Yang was the more tactful one

[gypsyvermins]

Memento mori. We're all about to die; was her life worth saving when others were put in danger?

[no_love_potions]

Her life is worth more than your little magic free playground.

Stars and stones, the people who came closest to any kind of danger helped her when it was all over with.

[gypsyvermins]

There were so many unspoken assumptions that lay within this man, Frollo thought, that it was hard to tell whether he was entirely serious. As was Frollo's wont, he decided to go with a lecture.

" 'Greater love hath no man than this; that a man lay down his life for his friends.' An admirable quality, but mind your vanity from perverting the virtue."

[no_love_potions]

Pretty sure he finished that speech with 'This I command, that you love each other.'

[Yes, Harry has a passing familiarity with the Bible.]

Got any more scripture you want to quote to justify sacrificing a child to yourself, pal?

[Text. And so much eyebrow raising that he can't see.]

[whos_this_bitch]

You're punishing people for rescuing a girl in trouble? [Because honestly, this is what it sounds like from someone who has not been here that long.]

Re: [Text. And so much eyebrow raising that he can't see.]

[gypsyvermins]

You've had the fortune to be free from this tumult. Remain so.

[Text]

[whos_this_bitch]

[She wonders to herself if being stuck in a different place means she can take a slightly different view on interfering. Just in extreme cases, of course. Or, you know, annoyingly frustrating people like this. She wonders if this would even count as interfering.

...Mind you, if he's telling her to keep her nose out, maybe that's a sign she should be nosey. This new lack of omniscience is a pain. And makes her want to do things she shouldn't be doing. Like interfering.]

Perhaps someone needs to get involved seeing as you seem so set on being unhelpful. [Can also be read as: Are you done telling her what to do?]

Re: [Text]

[gypsyvermins]

[Frollo was certainly done with the exchange, yes. The impertinence of uninvolved parties was one thing, but the limits of the feminine were quite another. Frollo had been bombarded with endless varieties of strangeness upon his arrival, so he was prepared to take the chance that perhaps the women of Genessia were not as saucy and distracting as the bohemians of Paris. Alas, some things never change. Frollo would have to leave the lecture on the better part of valor in god's hands.]