♦ ♦ 26th Contract

[mortemscintilla]

[ Anonymous Text/Unhackable ]

Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.

[ It reads like total gibberish. But it's a code -- recognizable to any soldier from his team in Heaven's War. If old faces (Amber, Pai, Carime) are here, at least they'll get the message. I'm here where you are. ]

Here we go again. It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. And the tourists are scattered out like maggots with half the brains. Even under 'new management', the City never changes.

As for me, I have time to kill. A ton of it. The City's a waiting room, and life here's a waiting game, but I'm getting good at it. Who would have imagined? Probably not those I knew before. But if they're not about to confirm or deny, I guess you'll have to take my word for it.

[ Come on, guys. Take the bait. Let him know you're here. ]

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[ ∰ Xanadu (Li): It's late evening, and the first stars twinkle in the sky. He's found a good spot on a grassy hill. A telescope rests on its stand beside him, a few small books and tools scattered nearby, along with the remains of a picnic on a checkered cloth under 'Li's reclining form: scraps of bread and cheese, a few tumbled apples, a thermos mostly empty of tea. Just an ordinary young man, out for a night of stargazing. ]

[ Come join him, why don't you? The skies couldn't be clearer. ]

[ ∰ Underground (Reaper): His clash with the six tusked demons has ended. The final monster has dropped -- decapitated, oozing blood. Masked and armed, Hei lies sprawled on the grime-slippery ground, not too far off, a blade still in his hand. The hilt feels hot, and molded to his gloved fingers. But it's quiet now, and that has to be good. He has a few scrapes and bruises that ache from the brawl, but it's nothing serious. The rest of his muscles are singing, the high-pitched song of the battle well-ended. ]

[ If you recognize the masked man, step forward -- carefully. If you don't? Keep your distance. ]

[OOC: Have at him, one and all. Just please be aware tags will be slow, so backtagging is mightily encouraged<33 ]

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Once she's done, and the bill's been paid, Hei slips out of the booth. He wants to say something. But it's as if fear is airborne and spreads through the spoken word. Admitting it, Hei feels, will enlarge it. He and Pai have fought in a war, hedged in by shrieks and explosions and gunfire every hour, to at least appreciate a moment of simple silence, and everything it can convey. ]

[ Gliding two steps ahead of her, his hand trails behind instinctively, the fingers opening in the empty air before catching hold of hers -- an old habit that's still imprinted in his muscle-memory. The mirrored door throws a bright ellipse of sunlight as he swings it open. Blinking the spots from his eyes, he scans the street before leading Pai out. ]

[ (When the Visitor Weekend ends, and she's gone, walking past this teashop will be hard. The street-corner will be a little easier. By the time Hei gets to his apartment, pulls up the welcome mat and locks the door, he'll know the worst is over. ]

[ (And a voice will speak up inside him, quiet and factual. So is the best.) ]