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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
He didn't remember ever hearing of psychotherapy either, but he could take a reasonable guess at what exactly it was. That made sense, too; this sort of mental Butterfly Effect of drawing out one memory making the entire process easier.... The treatment sounded so reasonable, it was hard not to believe, especially with the explanation of the amnesia provided. He didn't think he knew anything about chemistry.... But everyone else seemed to accept it as a sound explanation, too, and it really would have been a reasonable thing to put in food, if it didn't have this nasty side effect. Even the argumentative young lady was supporting that with knowledge of her own.
Shrugging a little to himself, Zetsu moved to stand closer to Xaldin, willing enough to let the black-clad official direct him to wherever they were running their treatment clinic. He, unlike Lone, wasn't too proud to admit that he needed help, and at this point could be manipulated without too much of a fuss.