Stranger Lies [Active]

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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.

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"I don't wish to be interrupting, but must ask if either of you would happen to know just how one arrives here." Much less in such a state... V folded his hands and tilted his head just slightly, the very picture of polite curiousity---expressive enough for the fixed smile, all things considered. That curiousity was first and foremost; while he was confused and disoriented, he was comfortable enough standing where he was, and intrigue outweighed other emotions. This was a far cry from England; he wouldn't have any enemies made, at the moment.

Granted, that might not last long... V turned at the exclamation, an eyebrow raised although it couldn't be seen. "No, miss." Not at all; that would require knowing who her father was. Even if the others knew, the masked man didn't, and that ruled out the three of them.

Xaldin's glance was returned without comment.