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poly_chromatic2013-07-06 03:31 am
mortemscintilla) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-07-06 03:31 am
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♦ ♦ 26th Contract
[ 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. ]
[ Options For Run-Ins: ]
[ ∰ 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 ]
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. ]
[ Options For Run-Ins: ]
[ ∰ 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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While I'm here... at least I don't have to re-cross it. Not unless it's necessary.
[ The City is a prison. But it also grants Hei something he doesn't have back home. Freedom to choose. It's why he can afford to be lenient with Pavel. Why he can indulge in picnics and trips to stargaze, for no reason but because. (Although he rarely does so. He might've shaken off the Syndicate's chains. But it's still an effort to remember that words like Easy and Open don't always lie parallel with Ambush. ]
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[Man or monster? It's an honest question, again asked with nothing but curiosity.]
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[ Pavel has come dangerously close to prodding enough sensitive spots for one day. ]
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He lets the silence following the dismissal hang.]
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[ In the long beat that follows, Hei's psyche goes from knotted up to just vaguely creased again. Pavel's expression, slightly subdued, reminds him of the minefield this conversation treads on, but also that Hei's own abruptness can cut as sharply as any mental shrapnel. He doesn't apologize for it. That's not his way. But he does reach out, after a pause, to put a wrapped sandwich in Pavel's hand. Not an invitation to continue the conversation -- if anything, it's a firm fullstop. ]
[ But the fact that he doesn't order Pavel to get lost is telling. ]
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The offered sandwich is something of a surprise and as good as an apology (not that Pavel expected or particularly wanted one). Pavel takes it with a smile, unwraps it, and looks back to the stars as he eats.]