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12/31/2015 5:33:21 AM
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"Hmm." [i]Lance's icy blue eyes hold his gaze.[/i] "I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or creeped out." [i] A small grin plays at his lips.[/i]
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[b]Damien holds out a hand for a shake, but notices the dagger still dug deep in his palm. His eyes wrinkle in frustration but the large grin poised on his cheeks don't consent to the same emotion. He quickly pulls it out and offers his other hand.[/b] [i]"I'm generally harmless..."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 12/31/2015 5:41:35 AM"Yeah, harmless. I believe that." [i] Lance chuckles and shakes his hand.[/i]
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[b]Damien turns to the hole in the wall.[/b] [i]"That was not me..."[/i] [b]He gives a sheepish look and plops down on the floor.[/b] [i][u]"You are a terrible liar..."[/u][/i] [b]Anumi has picked up his strange mask. She throws it to Damien. He catches it and puts it back on his face. It obscures his feature once more but his bright yellow eyes are easily visible through the slits.[/b] [i]"So... Lance... Or Ronin... Whichever you prefer... What makes you tick exponentially?"[/i]
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"I'm a smart guy Damien, but I'm gonna politely ask you to speak English, and not like your teaching my high school physics class." [i] He says with a grin, sitting down on the bed.[/i]
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[b]Anumi pipes up.[/b] [i][u]"He can't... I've tried... "[/u][/i] [i]"It's not terribly dynamic... I'll admit... My speech patterns don't parallel normal talk... But..."[/i] [b]He pushes his wavy locks back over his head.[/b] [i]"It's my eternal curse..."[/i]
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[i] Lance grins, shaking his head.[/i] "Alright, what do you mean by "tick exponentially?"
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[i]"You are as illusory as they come... Given you have a good heart as well... In terms... Why Anumi and Lucien? You didn't know them... And your motives are shady... The way I see it... You want pawns in a game of allocated chess."[/i] [i][u]"Damien... Be nice..."[/u][/i] [b]Damien waves her off.[/b] [i]"Right now... My brother and Anumi are my prioritized lives. I will not have anything harming them..."[/i] [b]Something tells Lance that Damien is no longer grinning under his mask.[/b]
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[i] Lance stops smiling and stands up.[/i] "Yes Damien, because I saved Anumi's life, only to harm her. My motives are my own Damien, but I assure you, they aren't pawns."
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 12/31/2015 9:56:58 PM[b]Damien's eyes are only barely through his mask. How he sees out of it himself...well it's hard to tell. They keep a constant unblinking stare.[/b] [i][u]"Damien just needs time to warm up to things around here..."[/u][/i] [i]"Perhaps so... Now... I must go make a formulation on how to retrieve my brother..."[/i] [i][u]"Can't Lucien handle himself...?"[/u][/i] [b]Her words are full of false hope.[/b] [i]"No."[/i] [b]Damien passes out of the room. His footsteps are silent and looks like a cloud of pale skin descending through the hall. Anumi remains in the room but leans against the wall.[/b] [i][u]"He's usually less... Hostile... Though, buy him something shiny and he will easily be your friend..."[/u][/i] [b]She chuckles at her own words.[/b]
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"Hmm." [i] Lance's eyes follow Damien out of the room, as he turns his attention to Anumi with a smile.[/i] "Good to see you're doing better."
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[b]She gives a nod in agreement. He was right, she did feel better.[/b] [b]Meanwhile, Damien has pulled the door of his brother's room of its frame and tossed it aside.[/b] [i]"Dearest twin... Where have you gone?"[/i] [b]He steps inside the tidy room. It's spotless.[/b] [i]"Old habits still grow strong..."[/i]
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"So he's Lucien's brother?"
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[i][u]"Twins... They had a sister... But she's younger..."[/u][/i] [b]Anumi watches Damien through the door.[/b] [i][u]"Damien's about as strange as they come... He has lost everything, yet he helps others all the time... I think it's out of desire though... He told me long ago that he did for himself... But now..."[/u][/i]
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"Yes, he's an....interesting one. To say the least." [i] A small smirk appears on his face, standing up.[/i] "You aren't a pawn either Anumi."
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[i][u]"I figured. But he's been used so much. Don't take it to heart... He means well."[/u][/i] [b]She adjusts her gloves and puts on her top hat.[/b] [i]"He's the one that saves me from my race... Many years ago..."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 12/31/2015 6:35:42 AM"If I took anything to heart, I wouldn't be here." [i] He smiles, standing up, his hand coming to a natural rest on his three katanas.[/i] "He's probably not all that bad then, what was that bit about something shiny?"
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[b]She raises an eyebrow.[/b] [u][i]"He's into lockets... He uses them to store his past... Or so he says..."[/i][/u] [b]Meanwhile, security has enter Lucien's room as well, trying to arrest Damien. They are quickly tossed from the room. Anumi giggles.[/b] [i][u]"Oh... And don't mention his sister... He's... Sensitive about it at the moment."[/u][/i]
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"Hmm." [i] Lance says thoughtfully.[/i] "I didn't plan on it." [i] Lance reaches into his pocket, and while Anumi can't see it, the air inside of his pocket ripples and his hand dissapears, his hand coming out with a black locket, the chain simple black with a rectangle at the end of the chain, also black. But to Anumi, it seemed as if he pulled it out of his jeans.[/i] "Something like this?" [i] He holds the necklace up.[/i]
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[u][i]"That would be perfect... He's really into this stuff."[/i][/u] [b]She seems giddy at the thought of the gift.[/b]
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"Would you like to give it to him?" [i] He says with a smile.[/i]
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[b]She seems exasperated at the thought.[/b] [i][u]"It would be better if you did it... Besides I've given him plenty of those things."[/u][/i]
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[i]He shrugs, walking over to Damien and tapping him on the shoulder.[/i] "Having fun ransacking the place?"
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 12/31/2015 6:56:37 AM[b]Damien has tossed his large fur coat to the side. Drawers and cabinets are thrown open and items are skewed everywhere. Damien still has a light layer of armor on but his muscles ripple with each movement despite his thin frame.[/b] [i]"Can't say I am..."[/i]
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"Hm." [i] Lance walks over to the front of him, staring him in the eyes from his 6'2" height.[/i] "Call it a gift." [i] He holds the all black locket up by the chain, around one finger.[/i]
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[b]Damien takes it from his finger and looks at it. He opens up the locket and pulls a small photo from a pocket in his pants. He inserts the photo and stuffs the locket in the same pocket, the sound of clanging metal shuffles from its descent into a pool of even more lockets.[/b] [i][u]"My gratitude... I haven't seen one quite so unique..."[/u][/i]
