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paixaorpg2011-08-11 11:56 am
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Masks [Active]
Character(s): Urd, Hei
Content: Exchanging information.
Setting: Urd's relief shop, New Hope
Time: Week 34, night
Warnings: None.
The problem with masks, Urd reflected, was that you became the mask if you hid behind it long enough. A man who cultivated a persona as carefully as Hei was a man with something to hide. Where did Li end and Hei begin? What did he do or see that lead him to cling to that persona even now, dimensions away from where he came from? Could he be an ally or was he just a ticking time bomb of dissonant personalities waiting to clash?
She waited in the shop she had created to aid the other visitors after the mayor had effectively exiled them from the town's shops. It had been used before for covert meetings -- when it came to security against prying eyes, she prided herself in having the best. As she floated in the middle of the shop, one leg crossed over the other, she watched the shop window and tried to ignore the slowly burning need for vengeance that was growing inside her.
Content: Exchanging information.
Setting: Urd's relief shop, New Hope
Time: Week 34, night
Warnings: None.
The problem with masks, Urd reflected, was that you became the mask if you hid behind it long enough. A man who cultivated a persona as carefully as Hei was a man with something to hide. Where did Li end and Hei begin? What did he do or see that lead him to cling to that persona even now, dimensions away from where he came from? Could he be an ally or was he just a ticking time bomb of dissonant personalities waiting to clash?
She waited in the shop she had created to aid the other visitors after the mayor had effectively exiled them from the town's shops. It had been used before for covert meetings -- when it came to security against prying eyes, she prided herself in having the best. As she floated in the middle of the shop, one leg crossed over the other, she watched the shop window and tried to ignore the slowly burning need for vengeance that was growing inside her.
no subject
There's no mistaking it; what we're going through is a twisted game to them, us being here. This is their game, and we are their playthings... Hei's hands under the table clenched into fists. They really don't have hearts.
The Syndicate may have devoted themselves to ridding the world of powerful killers to conserve ancient old humanity through means of genocide--but Organization Thirteen seemed to only care about themselves, brimming with confidence over their overwhelming power, devious to an extreme towards everyone else to an extreme.
Now, in knowing a little more detail, he felt not just an intense hatred. The muscles in his throat tightened as his voice thickened in disgust.
"Those who are corrupt with power take it in stride and luxury to do as they please... Their means of achieving their goals through tormenting us is madness." His face started to twitch with anger. "In my opinion, they are a long way off from getting their hearts back." Through his voice and the cold intensity his eyes portrayed, it was evident that he would not hold back on taking any action against them. The Nobodies would receive no mercy from him. None.
But he still didn't know enough on what to do to hurt the bastards. In knowing this, he paused and closed his eyes. He quietly took a deep breath...and then felt it was time to get on with what else he felt he should know about. "The documents. What are they?"