The_Merovingian

So, we find a plot in the guise of chaos surrounding the stolen program. Seraph claimed to know only the beginning, but the disturbance and disruption that facilitated his escape would seem to put the lie to his ignorance, n'est-ce pas? It...

It is unfortunate that Monsieur Carlyne did not stay for cake. But we have seen, mes amis, that he was pressed for time. Quel dommage; stress cannot be good for one in his condition.

Discretion, my friends, is our stock in trade. If you wish to know what took place at this delightful party thrown by Les Enfants, you must pay the price .

Hm... A mountainous region avoided by Sentinel patrols. Then there is something on the face of the Earth upon which even the mighty Machines fear to intrude...

The girl...

It was an...unusual party, but he did not seem displeased by the result. Merci, mes amis. The Merovingian

The crime E Pluribus Neo has perpetuated demands a special form of retribution--something carefully crafted for the occasion. An eye for an eye will not suffice; like naughty children, they must be dealt with severely in order to curb thei...

J'espère, mes amis, that the party was as stimulating for you as it was for me. The cake was positively to die for. In these troubled times, we must savor such moments, non?

The mannequin's story is strangely incomplete. If it is a lie, it is hardly a good one. And if it is not... Well, we shall see.

Fear, mes amis, is quite a persuasive agent, n'est-ce pas? Just one of the many uses of this new "war." The Merovingian

Mes amis, Despite the outbreak of the Machines' much-vaunted "war" against the cave-dwellers, our power base remains as strong as ever. Our many allies realize that while man and machine have proven unreliable, our own organization continu...

Let us drink, mes amis, to this new war. As the coffins of the rival parties pile high, so shall our coffers. The Merovingian

There is an art to sowing chaos. You cannot simply smash random elements together and hope to generate a spark. You must give them what they want to believe, while keeping it under your own control. A very useful skill...

I have heard many thoughtless tongues accuse my dear ally and confederate, the General, of irrational behavior, of blatant stupidity, of a tragic overabundance of--eh, what is that charming phrase--"pig-headedness." To those who say such u...

It is most unfortunate that the enemy learned of the Apothecary's attempt to leave the Matrix; yes, quite a shame. I understand her commando escort was wiped out to a man, and she, herself, chased through the decaying streets, to be gunned...

What do you say about a successful party, mes amis, except to ask: when is the next? And so in such a pleasant way do we fill out the year's calendar. Bonne nuit, The Merovingian

Fickle are the ways of a woman, eh? But let us not judge our dear Agent too harshly; after all, she was subjected to a very potent code indeed. It is pleasing to see that our little knock on her head had such a resounding effect. The kill-...

The kill code is coming along nicely, as I think you will see. I would not have chosen the same target as the General did, but, eh, one was as good as another for this little test, and it is amusing to indulge the foibles of those who work...

Salut, mes amis. I am sure you are all as happy as I to see the success of our effort to bring the peerless Apothecary to safety. She has generously agreed to do some highly specialized work for us that I believe will reap a bountiful harv...

My old acquaintance the Trainman has fallen on hard times. Reduced to skulking through the Abandoned Subway in order to access his private construct--such a thing should not happen in our modern world, mes amis . We must succor this lost l...

Mes amis, The cheat codes have been quite troublesome in the past, in the hands of children and fools. We will put this one that we have acquired to a much more proper use, non? The Merovingian Archived image unavailable: 012.jpg Archived...

Mes amis, Le Général has begun to hold up his end of our agreement--or so it would seem. Truthfully, I tire of the silly cheat codes the Machines allowed to be slopped around the city; however, if in fact one may be put to this very good u...

My friends, I am glad so many of you were able to be there for our little memorial service. It is only proper that a solemn rite should mark the passing of a great man. Let us shed a tear for the departed, eh? Ah, but take heart! Great thi...

So, it was Anti M. I think we will soon have this pesky affair behind us, mes amis . Those who have betrayed me will receive their just desserts. Archived image unavailable: 001.jpg Archived image unavailable: 002.jpg Archived image unavai...

That putain , Salera, is dead, and we have at least regained two of our cheat codes. Apologies for my vituperation, mes amis . But the actions of our ex-liaison officer angered me very much. I go to great trouble to earn my resources. I do...

But the night has just begun, ma chère . Why should you go so soon? Come, stay at least for the pousse-café . "Sorry, little cabbage. I've got to get to work." Pah , work! Why should you work? You know that if you came back-- "I like being...

I find that humans are easily distracted. More often than not, this can be turned to one's advantage. However, when it comes to my own employees, sometimes a few reminders of the truly important things are necessary. What matters is power-...

Mes amis , the hubris of the Machines has been in need of some moderation. Ever overconfident, ever full of false pride, perhaps their recent success against that fool, the General, led them to the erroneous conclusion that they had become...

My operatives wished to hold a party in my club. Could I permit such a thing? Eh, well, it had been a year since their last one, so perhaps I could see my way to indulging them. And after all, I simply could not allow all the lovely women...

Mon dieu! Ah, my friends, what a fight we gave them outside Club Succubus! How delicious to hear the cries of our enemies as they fell before us like so much grain before the scythe. That, mes amis, is what reminds a man that he is alive!...

Mes chéris, It was a true pleasure to meet our delightful new liaison officer, Banshae. Beautiful and talented, she arranged a very tasteful meeting at the Sphinx, where we unfortunately had to discuss this rather distasteful "Sleepwalker"...

Mes amis, Bonjour. We know what must be done, and we will do it. These boring Sleepwalkers must be watched at all eight of their concert sites. They will soon make their move, and fall into our trap. They think to surprise us, but we shall...