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[whisperno]

Nothing to say to you.

[Wow, Roschach. Rude.]

Nothing to say to any of you filth.

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Sorry about this guy whispering "Yes."

[ex_noceur464]

Everything alright there, buddy?

[whisperno]

Everything alright? You tell me.

[ex_noceur464]

Well, I can understand not wanting to talk to these guys. [ Hey. ] But I think some of us are a little better than "filth."

[whisperno]

Some? Very few. Masks are no longer guarantees of decency.

[ex_noceur464]

Of course not. I'm often indecent and I still don't consider myself filth.

[ Could he grin any more chipperly? ]

[whisperno]

[No Rorschach. You can't stab Dick Grayson through the face for a chipper smile. Fans everywhere would hate you more than they already do.]

The indecent are always filth. No exceptions. No excuses.

[ex_noceur464]

[ Aww, some people like Ror, though - despite the violence and porcupine quills. ]

Ooooo-kay. I guess I'm filth, then.

[ Hm... ]

But then what role does that put you in?

[whisperno]

Man has abandoned God. Think he won't punish them for their crimes. I will.

[ex_noceur464]

...Oh, you remind me of a couple of people I know.

[whisperno]

Good.

[byanyname]

All right, so what're you doing here? Just come down for the atmosphere? Ehhheh.

[whisperno]

Watching. Waiting.

One day you will all receive what you deserve.

[byanyname]

Because that ain't creepy.

So what is it we deserve? Enlighten me.

[whisperno]

Living in depravity can only last so long before you realise you're up to your neck in shit. I'll be there to push your head under.

[byanyname]

If you say so.

[Who the fuck is this guy, anyway? Mickey's entertained - always did get a laugh out of these overdramatic threats - and also, all right, also a little more wary than usual.]

Problem with your plan is some people do pretty well living in shit.

[whisperno]

Not people. Cockroaches. Even more in need of extermination than people.

[comicbookvillain]

It's good to see that you're still as good a conversationalist as ever.

[whisperno]

Actions are important. Words deceive.

[silveraged]

Nothing even for me?

[whisperno]

Didn't expect to find you here.

[tough_love]

What is that thing on your face?

[Focusing on all the important things here, as usual.]

[whisperno]

[You may have to try again, if Rorschach's silence is anything to go by. He avoids people he thinks are trolls.]

[tough_love]

I asked you a question, human. Pray I am not forced to ask again.

[She's just really curious, okay. The shapes keep changing and moving around and what the hell is that]

[whisperno]

What do you see? Everyone projects what they fear. No one sees clearly enough to find the truth.

[tough_love]

I see black shapes constantly changing their appearance. I wish to know how such a thing is possible. And why it is on your face.

[whisperno]

Not on. Is my face.

[tough_love]

It does not look like it is to me.

[She's...she takes a lot of things literally. Her race isn't known for being poetic or appreciating symbolism.]

Is there a problem with your real face?

[whisperno]

I'm not the one with four eyes and red skin.

[tough_love]

[Can't forget the four arms.]

So do all Tetramands. Well, the ones not maimed in combat, that is.

...is that what's wrong with your face? I thought it was customary for human males to display their scars openly. Especially in attempts to impress human females.

[whisperno]

[His apologies. Four arms too.]

Like I said. No one sees clearly enough to find the truth. Attraction isn't the goal. Fear is. A warning, to the depraved.

[jokester_not_joker]

You really need to lighten up.

[Jokester grins at Rorschach. Since he's standing in front of him Rorschach might notice that Jokester's jacket has some rather familiar looking smiley-face buttons on it.]