[Visual] and [Location: Central] Here I am, an old man in a dry month

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"Hello Taxon." A thing shaped like a man (a heavily-scarred man) is sitting at a cafe in Central, and he greets you all with a whisery hiss. The Sanctuary where everyone arrives is visible over his shoulder.

"The man in the moon, here. The Brucolac, for those who do not yet know me. I've been watching over you all, and have noticed a lot of scurrying about. This has lead me to wonder, to concern myself with you and your well-being. How are you? Are you lost? Adrift? Dissatisfied? Content? Successful? How goes the vampire situation?"

And yes, he delivers that last with a smile, just a small one, and a flicker of his forked tongue.

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Judith thinks for a short span of time, and then squares her shoulders, with an expression that all of Taxon is probably getting gradually familiar with: determined responsibility.

"Yeah, I can. We're going to need new ones, right, we can't borrow from human laws, or vampire laws, or even werewolf laws completely, since we've got examples of every fucking thing under the sun, so--yeah, we need an idea of what we accept and what we don't, so when the heads start going up on spikes we can say why." Heads on spikes being a very real possibility, in her mind. "I'll do that, see what I come up with. I guess you're probably asking other people too? Fuck, you'd better be, if you leave it up to me people are going to have curfews."

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He shakes his head and smiles. "No, moon-sister, I am asking you. Speak with others as you wish, feel them out until you feel certain in yourself again, but your good sense and keen eye are my bedrock in this. All of our bedrock, and we'll build on it as need to. Spikes and safe houses both."

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Judith takes a slightly deeper breath than the ones before or after it, and wonders if she can really be trusted to do this on her own, with her history of rule-breaking--and some defiant, quiet thing in the base of her chest says that yes, she can, and if she does it she can make sure it's right, and fair.

"More of the second thing, I hope." She smiles back, nodding firmly. "I'll honor this."

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Who better to have a sense of which rules are worth keeping? "Thank you, Judith."