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paixaorpg2007-06-05 12:27 am
dark-dealer.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2007-06-05 12:27 am
Stranger Lies [Active]
Character(s): The Lone Power, Zetsu, Xaldin, V and Rozalin
Content: Two amnesiac villains meet a rather...exotic crowd and have no idea what the hell's going on.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: mid-to-late morning
Warnings: two amnesiacs, an organization member, and god knows what else? Who knows. Possible: swearing, violence(?), and mind games
You can call it a bad morning when you wake up outside and spend the first few hours of it with a hangover with no known source and no idea where you are nor who you are and wander around in circles. The Lone Power glared at the gates. He was back at the same gates for the second or third time in the past couple hours. At least now the hangover was going away…or maybe that was just his frustration wiping it out. The Lone Power sat down near the gate and glared at the electronic device in his hands before banging on the keys in frustration, a determined scowl at it as he set about trying to figure out what to do with it. The only thing on his mind was that he was going to get it to work on his own without help. There was no way in hell he was asking for help.
The Lone Power focused intently on the journal in front of him, pushing away the feelings of intense discomfort at the city as a whole... This place had him feeling trapped, though he couldn't exactly tell completely why.
Content: Two amnesiac villains meet a rather...exotic crowd and have no idea what the hell's going on.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: mid-to-late morning
Warnings: two amnesiacs, an organization member, and god knows what else? Who knows. Possible: swearing, violence(?), and mind games
You can call it a bad morning when you wake up outside and spend the first few hours of it with a hangover with no known source and no idea where you are nor who you are and wander around in circles. The Lone Power glared at the gates. He was back at the same gates for the second or third time in the past couple hours. At least now the hangover was going away…or maybe that was just his frustration wiping it out. The Lone Power sat down near the gate and glared at the electronic device in his hands before banging on the keys in frustration, a determined scowl at it as he set about trying to figure out what to do with it. The only thing on his mind was that he was going to get it to work on his own without help. There was no way in hell he was asking for help.
The Lone Power focused intently on the journal in front of him, pushing away the feelings of intense discomfort at the city as a whole... This place had him feeling trapped, though he couldn't exactly tell completely why.
no subject
Shortly there after another person came by asking for pardon for some reason...
Finally, a female who asked if they were challenging her father. The Lone Power had a brief flash of confusion, but quite as soon as it had happened, there was a carefully placed serious expression on his face, "Not that I know of. You are looking for someone else." The sentiment surrounding it was quite naturally laced in the vaguest bending of the truth. It was true that he didn't know of any summonings, but it also was untrue that someone else had summoned the girl. He didn't remember the events prior to when he had woken up. Something about saying it, though, made him relax a little.
After all, even if he didn't know it, he was the king of lies. Any little loopholes were perfect for him because they got him out of a tight spot. Though only time would tell if the one loophole was enough.