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Sascha has a minion!

Griswald the Gosric

Sascha
Legacy Name: Sascha

The

Custom Reborn Jollin
Owner: Rah

Age: 18 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: July 7th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 9 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: November 26th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 11
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 0
Toys Played: 0
Job: Unemployed

"Shut them. Shut them all down. They're useless things, they attract nothing but layabouts and philosophers - and you are well aware of my opinion on /those/ types, Cassian."

"Yes, Sascha, I understand, but why now? Why particularly now?"

"I've had word of troubled times ahead, Cass. We're going to need the space. If what I've been hearing is correct our hospitals are going to be full to bursting, and to be quite honest I would like to set up a few more research facilities. Medicine is improving, but not nearly as fast as these diseases are spreading and mutating. I thought I'd done enough by quarantining the city, but it's in the air, Cass. I can't stop the air. Not yet, anyway. Not with the resources we have."

" Surely it's not that bad, Sascha?"

Sascha turned his head away from his friend to answer him. "It's that bad and worse. I've seen it. I've been to these places, Cassian. I would have taken you if I could, and then you'd back me up without question. You'd already be writing up the notification of closure for me, if you'd only seen."

"Would you like me to start, Sascha?"

"Immediately."

The city was a breeding ground for death. Beastly, pitiful death. He had no sympathy for the ugly nature of death; the world was an ugly place. The beautiful people on it were like diamonds in an disused mine, trying their best to shine and for somebody to notice them before they shifted into Death's ever welcoming hands. He could take a diamond and make drills with it, but he could do nothing with a living beauty except watch it distract his people from real problems.