false faces

we wore our masks in public today. we rarely do. usually we save those for the mountebank club or the night shop. except for theodore zodiac. theodore zodiac is a moron. (and so wonderfully fun to play.)

but yes. we wore our masks. it was... strangely liberating. masks are false, but so often faces act as masks, and masks as faces. i think oscar wilde or someone else much smarter than myself said something to that effect. i'm sure you've heard all this trite before, however, and so i will skip it.

for now. don't think you've been saved for long. asher lyall always gets what he wants. (i am smiling as i write this. smiling in a scurrilous and untrustworthy manner. hide your valuables; hide your thoughts. i take either one as freely as the other.)

i played asher lyall. i love playing asher lyall. i relate to him so much, you see, and that is why i have chosen to play asher lyall on this blog. that is why i have chosen to take on his name and mannerisms with my interactions with you, my dear readers.

i do get so wonderfully off-track sometimes. my apologies. i'm sure you're very curious as to why we wore our masks, and what this third facade is, that is neither mountebank club nor night shop.

...i was considering leaving it a secret, but dear god, this blog has got to get somewhere eventually. and it isn't as if mountebank club policy is too strict as to the third facade, or to its activities, so i suppose i'll fess up.

the third facade is called the switchblade symphony, courtesy of an arc agent called ash who is quite well-known within their ranks and is fond of giving our kind various fun nicknames. (ash is not to be confused with yours truly, mind you. i came first. i've always been here.)

we wore our masks for a very particular reason. you see, the night shop has had a bit of an influx of dolls lately. of the odder variety, if you catch my drift. now, the night shop tries to be polite to all our customers, but we were very worried as to what the wooden woman might have been planning. so we wore our masks, and we became the switchblade symphony for a little while, and we learned what there was to learn.

it would seem woody is in a turf war of sorts with angel face. or rather, their goons are. i have no doubt in my mind that the bastards in question couldn't be less interested in their minions' activities.

i do hope nothing... drastic happens.