The beginning of a bit that separated Aaron Blackstone from J. Random Kheldian:
"Ma'am," said the Kheldian to the City Representative, turning his fedora around in his hands before placing it back on his head, "I'd like to think that the city government knows what they're doing, but I just came back from the Row, and I have a concern that I need you to address."
"Certainly, Mr. Blackstone," said the smiling woman in the business suit. "What can we help you with?"
"I would like you to tell me that the government of this city has not, willingly and in full knowledge of the consequences, allowed the residences of the city's poor to be built on top of tectonically active zones," he said, leaning forward. Placing his hands on the woman's desk, he continued, his tone turning stern and more than a little angry, rising in volume as he went, "I would like you to confirm for me that this city is not allowing its poorer residents to be subjected to exposure to toxic fumes including but not limited to sulfur dioxide and carbon monoxide. I would like you to ASSURE me that the children of Kings Row are not in danger of being exposed to arsenic and other toxic metals found around open lava vents that has seeped into the groundwater and the pipes of their homes. I want you to PROMISE me that this city has not left the maintenance of the tectonic stability of its infrastructure to a collection of costumed amateurs that seem more interested in THROWING RAVES AND COSTUME CONTESTS UNDERNEATH THE STATUE OF ONE OF THIS CITY'S GREATEST GUARDIANS INSTEAD OF PROTECTING ITS CITIZENS!"
Leaning forward, Blackstone leaned forward, placing his hands on her desk, and trapped her gaze with his own. "Lie to me," he hissed, his fury emanating from him like the vaporous alien energy that shone from his eyes.
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
"Ma'am," said the Kheldian to the City Representative, turning his fedora around in his hands before placing it back on his head, "I'd like to think that the city government knows what they're doing, but I just came back from the Row, and I have a concern that I need you to address."
"Certainly, Mr. Blackstone," said the smiling woman in the business suit. "What can we help you with?"
"I would like you to tell me that the government of this city has not, willingly and in full knowledge of the consequences, allowed the residences of the city's poor to be built on top of tectonically active zones," he said, leaning forward. Placing his hands on the woman's desk, he continued, his tone turning stern and more than a little angry, rising in volume as he went, "I would like you to confirm for me that this city is not allowing its poorer residents to be subjected to exposure to toxic fumes including but not limited to sulfur dioxide and carbon monoxide. I would like you to ASSURE me that the children of Kings Row are not in danger of being exposed to arsenic and other toxic metals found around open lava vents that has seeped into the groundwater and the pipes of their homes. I want you to PROMISE me that this city has not left the maintenance of the tectonic stability of its infrastructure to a collection of costumed amateurs that seem more interested in THROWING RAVES AND COSTUME CONTESTS UNDERNEATH THE STATUE OF ONE OF THIS CITY'S GREATEST GUARDIANS INSTEAD OF PROTECTING ITS CITIZENS!"
Leaning forward, Blackstone leaned forward, placing his hands on her desk, and trapped her gaze with his own. "Lie to me," he hissed, his fury emanating from him like the vaporous alien energy that shone from his eyes.
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."