A Trebled Young Man

[Pancho 4197]

A Trebled Young Man

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The young man had spent days locked away in the Cathedral in the grand city of New Providence. Any person that would go by the forgotten room could hear the inconsistent sobs and cries of the broken boy. The man had finally made a noise loud enough to draw attention; that of a certain Lucius Wick who would run up the room from his patrol area. As Lucius opened the door, he wouldn't find some random man there on the floor, but his own comrade;

Treble de Murat

The boy would be in the corner, curled up under an ancient desk as he sobbed. Lucius would approach his friend, trying to comfort him. "What's wrong lad? What's the matter?" The boy would cry more, the words of his friend not penetrating his ears. He would slowly notice the presence of his comrade-in-arms, looking up to him with bloodshot and baggy eyes. 

"My life's work... it's over already.. the people are victims again..."

Lucius would look at the boy with comforting eyes as he looked upon the man's armour. It lay around him, papers torn, some pieces dented from combat, a truly sad sight to see for a young man whose radical rise made waves. "Your work isn't over Treble, you can still help the people." Lucius would extend the boy a hand, with Treble looking at it for a moment before taking it. The man would dust himself off as he heaved himself off the floor, coated in scabs from his rage. As Lucius looked around, he would see broken shelves and books around him, all culminating around the center he and Treble stood in. "So, what do you plan now that the city government isn't looking your way?" Lucius looked to the man, unsure of what he thought of in that inconsistent brain of his.

"I'll do what us slum folk do best, pull myself up by my bootstraps. These bureaucrats think they can defeat me so easily? I'm Treble de Murat, Slum Scum Bastard Extraordinaire!  I did it once I'll do it again, cause I'm the best there's ever been."

Lucius looked at the man whom he had just seen crying not minutes earlier in amazement. With so little encouragement, so little hope, the man had gotten out of his depressed state and was already speaking as though he hadn't just been weeping. The man would continue,

"By the people, for the Nobility. That's what Oren has been, It's time that changes. The social classes can't be so separate for so long.. hey! That's a good idea! Social! Socialism! The Socialist Party of Oren! That's what it's time for!"

Lucius would simply stand there awkwardly through the whole thing, unsure of what to think as he nodded towards the man. "Come along then, there's much work to be done then."

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[!] A missive could be seen posted around New Providence and the Slums.

"Care about your city? Join the Socialist Party of Providence to save your liberties and your country! Contact Treble de Murat to join the movement today!"

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Would read the missive nodding slowly "I like dish, I like dish a lot"

[kolya 39]

a fat peasant writes to the priorist legion to march on your hq and cave in your head fastlike