WIP[]
A branch of the Xaositects.
Head: Factor Kalvistalk
Description: Oi, cutter! D'you have things? D'you wanna put those things in places where they ain't right now? Well good news for you, 'cos some genius decided to put the Xaosmen in charge of the bloody post, and the worst part is that they're taking a good stab at it.
Role in the Cage[]
Someone, somewhere, thought up the bright idea of giving Xaosers control of the City's postal service, and the Dabus found it funny enough that they went and made it happen, or so the story goes, but nobody predicted it'd actually work. The Sigil Postal Service, as run by the Xaoicitste, is a chaotic, messy, chronically breaking-down, incompetent, idiotic system, and it's in the best state the City's ever seen. Messenger birds bearing miniature Xosaiteci badges flap about the skies of the Cage, with mail-runners darting through the streets and the sewers to get your mail to an approximately correct destination in a sort-of-alright timespan, relatively speaking.
Philosophy[]
Some bashers outside the faction ask silly questions like, "Are the birds real Factioneers?" "Why are we letting the Xaosmen run something this important?" "Where's my rustin' post, you little blek?" What they don't appreciate is that the Xoasitsic thrive in chaos, making them exactly the sort of cutters best suited to running the post office.