iii. question.

[ex_garroter234]

[The words are written in the centre of the page, halfway down, the handwriting thin and angular.]

What is the cause of your greatest pain?

[MANSION]
[Micheletto is, in a word, bored. Asking questions to satisfy his curiosity (and partly to slake his thirst for inflicting pain; it's a hard world where there is no reason for him to slit throats or poison drinks) can only occupy him for so long.

He's currently wandering his new 'home,' exploring in a way. He does not like it here, and so he wishes to get this -- figuring out the layout, finding any secret rooms -- out of the way as soon as possible in order to spend his days in the city.]

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Written- anonymously

[wilder]

[Written in the center of the page, in an anonymous fashion]

People who take up an entire page for a single question.

written

[ex_garroter234]

It is a magic book with unending pages. Your pain must seep from you like a wound if it causes you to needlessly complain so.

written

[wilder]

Yep. My life is suffering.

Dictated forever

[onlyanapple]

Well, someone's trying to win the creepiest journal entry of the year.

written forever!

[ex_garroter234]

It is a simple question.

Micheletto

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia nominates this as ugliest handwriting in history. ]

Is there purpose behind your question?

Lucrezia

[ex_garroter234]

Curiosity. Though it appears not many are willing to humour me.

written anonymously

[assassino]

[a pause, then long and looping handwriting. Ezio seldom writes.]

I want too much.

written forever!

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto, on the other hand, writes all the damn time. Dictating is for chumps (or, as it were, people whose mistresses dictate all the time).]

Do you want that which you cannot have?

Written!

[selfless]

[she considers this question for a moment]

I think, knowing that other people are always suffering. [but she's not sure that exactly conveys what she wants to say]

forever!

[ex_garroter234]

This is true; the world suffers. But what do you do about your own suffering?

written!

[willrememberthat]

[In the unsteady, rounded letters of a 9 year old:]

You mean feelings?

forever!

[ex_garroter234]

There are many ways to inflict great physical pain, but I am not interested in that. So yes, I mean to ask about feelings.

[Not interested because he knows the ways to inflict physical pain already................]

written forever;

[scinlae]

[ What indeed, she could list of so many things ─ ]

Betrayal.

[ex_garroter234]

There is little in this world, or in any other world I think, that is crueler than this.

[This is the best answer so far >:T]

Written; filtered to this man

[bronwe]

[ Even then Frodo isn't sure if his filter will hold up. His writing is neat, curled and ornamented. ]

Desiring that which I must destroy.

written and filtered forever

[ex_garroter234]

Take it and then destroy it. There is still sin in greed, but if that which you desire must be destroyed, then you must destroy it.

/written

[theabjectauthor]

A sugar bowl.

forever

[ex_garroter234]

[not... sure if mocking...]

My sense of humour may not be sharp enough to understand you.

[whistles_the_blues]

Faulty construction.

[ex_garroter234]

You are an artist or an artisan?

written - anonymously;

[storiestotell]

Having no memories of my mother and father.

written forever

[ex_garroter234]

This is the price you paid to live in this place, or is this a hypothetical fear?

[ofhope]

[ Not much is off limits, though the mansion itself is expansive and could take a whole day to explore. Certain rooms are locked, including the cellar, the rest generally furnished. There are no shortage of sofas, for certain, and the library is a respectable size.

A few rooms have damage, either regarding holes in the walls or broken objects strewn about. Things have become more straightened up since Joshua hired back two of Zelman's old maids from the city, who Micheletto may find wandering about at any time, but something is clearly 'off' about the mansion, and there's little to fix it. It's housed nothing but the worst of humanity, really. Along with animals... There's the kitten Lucrezia got, the pokémon Aron and Cyndaquil, a beer-loving penguin buddying with a white tiger in any given room, and who knows what else.

Joshua follows at first, keeping a good distance until the manservant happens upon an upstairs suite door that's been locked. At that, the 'teenager' is quick to appear, stepping up behind Micheletto and shaking his head. At least he can joke. ]

If you're trying to find a bath, I think you passed about fifty.

[ex_garroter234]

[That's not much of a joke at all! Bullying isn't funny, Joshua.

No, Micheletto doesn't really care. He glances over his shoulder, mouth set in a thin, unimpressed line; he'd been aware that someone had been following him for quite some time, but as far as he knew, only his mistress and his mistress's... whatever this boy was to her were the only permanent residents. So he wasn't that worried about it.]

Does it concern you that I should like to be familiar with my new home?