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...let us talk about Supremely Energetic Xylophones.


[ ooc : bleach your eyes out, folks. Bleach'em.]

Millennium.

Two notes of interest - the one, we are relocating within the hour. Our gratitude to our ever so generous hosts, and may they kindly remember to open the door, should a bard and his crew wish to sing to them.

The second.

I've grown an appetite for castrated cat meat.


[ ooc : persecution / lynching order? Say it ain't so!]

Fair City, and creatures of great import! A tip of the hat to you, Gods-of-the-place.

...an announcement. Please send your subsequent ball invitations for the Fuhrer's foremost orchestra at:

Opera Abandoned
Rue de Guerre
Pass the Second Rat Hole, then First Failed Trap, to the Left.

Come see us. Come audit. We'll play for you.


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The first slice should - naturally - go to our esteemed Lieutenant, who devotedly gave his all to secure his fellow musicians a modicum of a meal and a humble abode. May the Furies bless you, Lieutenant.

We would also desire to take this opportunity to express our utmost gratitude to Herrs Erik and Fakir for their assistance with our moving procedures and their warm reception.

Thank you, gentlemen.


[ ooc: why yes, those are Ahiru's ducks above. And yes, they took over the Opera Undergrounds. ;__; ]

Do :: Your humble conductor.
Re :: The good Doctor :: first violin. But for the screams sounds awakened by such able hands.
Mi :: First Lieutenant Tubalcain Alhambra :: timpani. Never boom-bam the better fashioned.
Fa :: Warrant Officer Schrodinger :: piccolo. Frail, agile fingers.
Sol :: First Lieutenant Zorin Blitz :: bass trombone. Overwhelming.
La :: First Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle :: celesta. Delicately resonant.
Si :: Captain Hans Gunsche :: ...the wolves, the wolves. The wolves, they listen. Captain, we've still your euphonium. Deafen them in full.

See, City...? Fully innocent, fully devout to our profession. Music, music... and you, such an audience, the very best indeed. Ja.

Residence inconveniences

Now, my ladies and gentlemen, I'm certain you are all simply waging War to host such a remarkable musical unit, however, we've already estimated our desired modest establishment... kindly find yourself more inclined to share the Opera House - lest eager musicians should find themselves forces to demand it be ceded completely.

24 hours will be exceedingly sufficient for an affirmative answer.

...and anew, Do.


[ ooc : ZOMG Millennium in full formula LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE. ^__^ v ! ]

...BUT WHY IS THE FUHRER LOVE GONE ?!




[ ooc : he...tries, and that joke never gets old until a Nazi employs it. Affected. ]

...Warrant Officer ?

Do go secure us a performing position in this fine concert. Closer to the ending, perhaps ~ ? Curries attention.

Millennium should sing tonight.

I have observed the manners of expression of this City and found them unsatisfactory: secrecy? Bribery? Cults? Duress? Tche. Why?! Let us handle things freely and with the discretion of gentlemen conductors!


★ :: ★ :: ★ :: CITY ! JOIN MILLENNIUM ! :: ★ :: ★ :: ★

Our employment offer is the very best!

★ UNLIMITED POWER.
★ Immortality.
★ Personalized weaponry and instruments!
★ ...great possibilities for promotion! Our Officers don't tend to survive.
★ Mediation and support for whatever your pursuit of justice, retribution or military glory!
★ Regular medical consultations! [ Our good doctor should desire to conduct a number of necessary medical investigations upon your person immediately, in fact. ]
★ Free cocoa!

In addition to military personnel, we also seek to secure the services of the following categories of professionals:

★ accountants;
★ smiths;
★ medics.

...a respectable orchestra must cater to the individual needs of all its musicians, after all ~ ♥

Kindly state name, if previously undeclared, and the degree of your martial preparation and antecedents.
Think of your careers!
Think of our offer.


[ ooc : ...and the Devil likewise said, "give your soul to me, I shall give you eternal life and endless power." ]

I dreamt of a fair green meadow and a sunny day, for I wandered alone in my white tutu.

Ducklings executed fouettes en tournant as they came and took my hand, then put flowers in my hair; we made a hora, and in dancing I repented of my ways, and we sang:


LOVE AND PEACE ! LOVE AND PEACE ! LOVE AND PEAAAAACEEEE!

...I hate nightmares. -__-;

Alucard. Where are you, O 'King' ? Where are your armies? The wolves hunger, don't you hear them? The wolves bleed for your hounds and the hierarchy.

Come be the enemy. Come tear - kill - wage war.

Come make my dreams come true.

Look at all the colours, RED RED and RED
Elite fellas'n'kiddies will all end up dead ~
Tootsies flashing, bullets crashing
Super-smashing, say heeeeellloooooooooo ~ !

Because...
War! War! War!
Wah-Waaaaah-WAAAAAAAAAAAR
Waaaah Waaaah Waaaaar !
WAR MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND!

Push the nuking button,
Laugh at a nutty prieeeeesty
At all the pointless bloodshed
You should L-O-L and SQUEE

Because...
War! War! War!
Deaaaad kitty!
Wah-Waaaaah-WAAAAAAAAAAAR
Ain't it preeeeeeetty ?
Waaaah Waaaaar !
Kick a puppy and be wiiiiittyyyy!
WAR MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND!

Ho ho ho presents Santa's got
Else we feed him a heaaaadshot
Little children, give your candy
Lovelies, bleed for Diaaaaamond Dandy
Schrodinger, Cap, Doc and Zooooorin toooooooo
Innit grand, all the thiiiiiiings we can do ~ ?
Nuke them, slash them, Zeppelin bash them
Giiiiiggling together an I ♥ WAR YOU!


Gentlemen of the Thousand Year Reich... a whispered word, in reverence to the orchestra.


[ ooc : shamelessly parodied off the Powerpuff Girls' ' Love Makes the World Go Round ' ]