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paixaorpg2007-06-05 12:27 am
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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.
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Zetsu turned at the sound of another voice, leaves pricking up attentively. "Pardon what?" It took the plant-nin several disconcerted moments to realize that he was not, in fact, looking someone in the face, but staring at a mask. A nicely-crafted mask, but one that was obviously--or at least, it seemed obvious, after a good look--stylized and fake. Why was he masked? What did he want pardon for? Maybe they knew each other. Or maybe he knew the man trying to figure out how his contraption worked. He eyed the masked man, glowing yellow eyes pulsing briefly brighter in curiosity; instinctively, he leaned forward a bit to take a deep breath, intuiting that he could probably learn more from scent than from looking at a man covered from head to toe in things that were plainly artificial.
Monster. Beast. Was he one of these? He wasn't, couldn't be sure. After all, what did it mean to be a monster or beast, and what did it mean to be a human? How could you tell? It wasn't like some kind of knowledge you were born with, otherwise he would know right away....
Loud, angry female voice--very strong scent of impatience, exasperation, hostility.... Zetsu took a step back immediately, leaves quivering in mild alarm. Why was she yelling at them? They hadn't done anything wrong--he'd never even seen her before! Had one of the other two? Maybe. Maybe-maybe-maybe.... If anyone, it had to be the man with his contraption. He looked so serious and self-assured saying those words, he probably did know what they were talking about.... Who was she looking for, and why would anyone challenge her father's rule? Did her father rule this city?