[OPEN] A Very Serious Political Party

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Doubling down on his giant fuck you to the witches and the vampires and anyone else who pisses him off, Party's done sitting on his tail with the politics around here. There's only one logical person he wants to see in charge right now and that's Yasmine Merad.

Party might be sloppy, but he's not stupid, and leading up to the election, he's keeping his bright hair and tattered clothes clean. He might even smell kind of nice as he makes the rounds handing out posters he's made up and making sure everyone knows that Yasmine has the best interests of the community at heart. He's focusing his activities around his pack and areas where he knows he'll find sympathetic voters, avoiding vampire- and witch-dense areas in favor of hitting up everyone else who can vote.

His flyers have a cleaned up version of his signature bright art style with sayings like "A vote for Yasmine Merad is a vote for us" and "Community first".


[ OOC: Even if someone's not in a group Party would target doesn't mean he wouldn't cram a poster in their face. Come at me! ]

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Well, he really needs to start getting used to various denizens of the city seeing him. He keeps running into people who can see him without him manifesting. Without missing a beat, Rorschach holds up one finger. Hush, you brightly-colored pup, he's reading one of those flyers.

After he finishes, he looks up at Party, taking in the hair, clothing, and rest of him with a tilt of the head that manages to be both appraising and somehow disapproving. He doesn't say anything, which should give Party time to realize there's no shadow being cast by the man, nor does he have a scent that werewolf senses should be able to pick up on. He's simply there, the blotches of his mask slowly moving around his face, splitting right down the middle before hovering over his cheeks.

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Party does sniff at him a little and he's not entirely subtle about it, either. He's finally gotten pretty good at scents and what they say about people and he's not entirely sure what this says about the guy, but his face is pretty freaky, so for all Party knows, he's some crazy actual monster, but he does seem somewhat calm and polite-ish.

"Uh... you a votin' kinda guy or what?"

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Is he being sniffed? Hmmm, yes, definitely being sniffed. Well, that narrows down what kind of supernatural being this is. Wolf or shifter is most likely. Rorschach doesn't approve of either, but then, he doesn't really approve of most supernatural beings in this city.

Rorschach looks up at Party before he shrugs. When he speaks, his voice is both deep and raspy, like a car engine that runs off of nails and broken pieces of glass. "Dead. Can't vote."

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"Well... that ain't fair." He frowns. "I mean, if you're stickin' 'round gettin' influenced by policies, you oughta have some say. Just 'cause you're different don't mean you don't count."

Of course, it makes sense that actual dead and gone people can't vote, but it seems to Party that this guy's just as real as he is.

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Rorschach's mask is the only thing about him that moves, the blobs spread out in a diagonal pattern until they resemble a pretty butterfly. He's not all that bothered by it. "Doesn't matter. Politics never change. Just different faces making the same decisions."

He's always been mistrustful of how any organized government can run things. Corruption ran deep into things, rotting them from the inside out. It had been that way in life and it sure wasn't changing now that he was dead.