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[b]Transgressions of the Past Chapter 2[/b] [spoiler]Chapter 1: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/227434214?sort=0&page=0&path=1 [/spoiler] [b]”Every day I am reminded how I failed to be a hero. Especially hers.”[/b] [b]From the pages of Cylus’ log.[/b] [b]Dates and Locations have been changed for discretion.[/b] I didn’t realize that I was screaming until Vector kicked the back of my head. “[i]Shutup![/i]” he demanded as he rubbed his hands together. “It’s time to unveil the man behind the mask. The man that has caused me so much damn trouble! I have to give it to ya, it’s been fun to have this little rivalry. But all good things must come to an end..” he said with a grin. I struggled against the ropes, trying to get at him, but they were too tight. I only had one choice. To submit. When Vector watched as I settled down, he kneeled before me. “No more fight, huh? I’ve killed your friends, your family, and now your girl. You surely want to kill me, don’t you?” he said, grabbing me by the jaw and looking into my visor. He reached under my hood to the back of my neck and found the lock, switching it and unhinging my helmet. Removing it slowly, he stared into my eyes. “Impressive stuff you’ve got here. Some of my men claim to have shot you square in the head with no effect. How?” He asks, taking a closer look at the helmet. All I could do was chuckle. He had no idea that he had walked into my trap. I jerked my head forward as to let my hood cover it, and activated my failsafe. Little did Vector know, I literally carried a timebomb on my head. If any mission went South and it was the only choice, I carried enough explosives in my helmet to end it all, as well as take down anyone within the immediate vicinity. I shut my eyes and waited for detonation. … All I heard were the noises of the explosion and Vector’s deafening scream. In the chaos and confusion, I removed a concealed blade from the bottom of my boot and cut myself free, diving to Rachel’s body. Removing the bag from her head, I began sobbing as I saw the single gunshot wound in her temple. Clenching her hair in my fists, I held her body close, burying my face in her shoulders. And then I heard him. [b][i]“KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!” [/i][/b] … That’s when I snapped. The blast didn’t kill Vector, but it was enough to mortally wound him. I looked up and saw him clutching the right side of his face, barking orders to his men as he rushed to his car.  Coward. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was the first time my bloodlust ever consumed me. When Vector’s second in command stood behind me, aiming his gun at my head, I made my move. I spun around, catching him off guard and grabbing the barrel of his gun. Pulling it away from him, I turned his weapon on himself and delivered a single punch to his jaw. Feeling it shatter on contact, I still wasn’t satisfied. Holding the pistol in hand, I shot two rounds into his forehead, and then turned to his men surrounding me. In a blur, they had all fallen, and I dropped the gun from my hand. Vector had already escaped, so I stood there alone, surrounded by bodies. And at my feet was Rachel’s, the last person I had ever loved. And now Vector had taken her from me. He would pay. ... Cylus took a breath and stopped writing. He had written his portion for the day and was needed elsewhere. Standing up, he stretched and put his log on the back of his belt. Walking outside, he picked up the pace to meet his friend for drinks, and didn’t even see the person right in front of him until he had nearly knocked them over. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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  • He had bumped into Nyxon, who didn't seem to have noticed being bumped into, as he didn't move when Cylus walked into him. He had his back turned to him, his Argonian features obscured by a hood he had up. He stood at around 6 foot two with wide shoulders. He wore brown mage robes with ebony plating sown into more vital areas underneath the enchanted fabrics. The only giveaway from Cylus' perspective that Nyxon wasnt human was the reptilian tail sprouting from a hole in the back of the robes.

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  • Cylus stepped back a bit, looking at the behemoth of a man before him. "My apologies... sir." he says awkwardly, looking at the large tail protruding from the man's robes.

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  • Nyxon turned around, his face becoming more apparent despite the hood. He looked like any normal argonian ( 4th era, northern Tamriel) except his face was a bit smoother. His jaw and his nose seemed to equeally dominate his snout, his nostrils protuding up ever so slightly, in the way a dragon's would. He seemed to be perfectly calm, holding a small leather-bound book. He tucked it away as he began to speak. "It's quite allright, didn't even notice ya 'til you spoke." he replied, politely nodding once.

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  • "Ah, well hate to bother you sir. But I'll be off then." Cylus says, nodding before he departs. Where he stood was a black leather clad book that he had dropped in the collision. It was his log, and he hadn't even realized that he dropped it. [spoiler]Pick it up, you may read it. (Plot kind of revolves around this book)[/spoiler]

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  • Nyxon took notice of it, immediately thinking it belonged to Cylus. He bent over to pick it up, examining the cover and the bindings. He though of it as a journal of some sort and understood the importance of respecting another man's privacy. He looked around for Cylus, hoping he hadn't gone far or out of sight.

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  • Despite his efforts to find him, Cylus seems to have disappeared. [spoiler]Maybe the first page shall contain Cylus' contact info and address[/spoiler]

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  • (Bruh, i get the hint) Nyxon shrugged and opened the black book, opening to the first page, examining whatever was there.

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  • Edited by BondyMilk: 6/6/2017 2:43:52 AM
    It simply read [i]If you happen to be reading this, this log belongs to none other than Cylus, and its pages contain his story. My story. From vigilante to literal dead man walking, here I am to tell the tale. My only wish is that these words can be seen beyond my own eyes, and my tale be told when I am long gone. But for now, I am here, writing in this small leather book, waiting... Waiting for the day that my name is remembered, and I will know I have done something greater than myself. -The one and only Cylus.[/i] With nothing else on the page, there is nothing to do other than read on. [spoiler]The first two entries are chapter 1 and 2, which are both above [/spoiler]

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  • Nyxon read the words, peeking at the first two chapters to see how much of the booklet was filled in. He closed the book again, looking around once more. Not seeing Cylus anywhere, he heads over to a bench, sitting down on it as he opened the book again and began to read.

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  • [spoiler]The contents of this entry and the previous are above[/spoiler] Despite the inviting first page of the book, the log seems to have a personal element to it. Something you'd have to feel to understand. The vivid descriptions of the unfolding events are enough to make one question how Cylus still stands, and the deeper you delve, the larger his enigma grows.

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  • "You really need to watch where you're going buddy." Marker said with a chuckle, quickly regaining his balance

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  • "Ah, my apologies Marker. How have you been?" Cylus asks, greeting his friend.

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  • "Same as usual, can't complain. Can't compliment." Marker laughed a little bit solemnly, looking down for a slight moment

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  • Edited by BondyMilk: 6/6/2017 2:12:35 AM
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  • "Ah, well we should catch up once again. I haven't heard from Carly since we went to the Station." Cylus says. "But, I'll be brief, as my friend is waiting." He pats Marker on the back and turns around to leave, never realizing that his log had fallen from his belt. The leather clad black book laid on the floor at Marker's feet. Before Marker could do anything, Cylus was already gone. [spoiler]pick it up[/spoiler]

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  • Marker shook his head and knelt down, picking up Cylus' log. He didn't read it, simply stood back up and went in the general direction of Cylus

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  • [spoiler]Maybe the first page of the log would contain Cylus' address for Marker to drop it off. [/spoiler]

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  • [spoiler]Yeah. Sure. That works [/spoiler] Marker took a quick glance at Cylus' log, skimming through to find an address

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  • It simply read [i]If you happen to be reading this, this log belongs to none other than Cylus, and its pages contain his story. My story. From vigilante to literal dead man walking, here I am to tell the tale. My only wish is that these words can be seen beyond my own eyes, and my tale be told when I am long gone. But for now, I am here, writing in this small leather book, waiting... Waiting for the day that my name is remembered, and I will know I have done something greater than myself. -The one and only Cylus.[/i] With nothing else on the page, there is nothing to do other than read on. [spoiler]The first two entries are chapter 1 and 2, which are both above [/spoiler]

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  • [spoiler]Got ya[/spoiler] Marker sighed to himself, taking a seat on one of the benches in the courtyard and beginning to read

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  • Edited by BondyMilk: 6/6/2017 2:11:06 AM
    Despite his efforts, Cylus was no where in sight. But as Marker held the book, a single black string dangled from its pages, inviting him to open it. After all, Cylus [i]had[/i] said that he wanted his story to be known. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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  • [spoiler]Feels dirty [/spoiler] Marker opened the journal to the stringed our page, reading whatever its contents were

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  • [spoiler]lel[/spoiler] [spoiler]The contents of this entry are above[/spoiler] Despite the inviting first page of the book, the log seems to have a personal element to it. Something you'd have to feel to understand. The vivid descriptions of the unfolding events are enough to make one question how Cylus still stands, and the deeper you delve, the larger his enigma grows.

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  • Marker didn't think too much into anything he read. He couldn't. This was personal to Cylus. Marker was only reading through it to find an address

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  • Edited by BondyMilk: 6/11/2017 1:20:47 AM
    At the bottom of the page, Marker found a footnote. ... And he would pay. ___ [b]Report: [/b] The log seems to be working, and I write small entries each day to limit myself. I have found it easier to move on with this... Because somehow, it gives me a sense of closure. But as for now, this will be it for today, as I have friends waiting for me. Better be worth it, they're making me crawl out of bed for this one. Despite it being in the back of an armory, my home here is ... well, comfortable. I'll be sure to write again tomorrow. -Cylus [spoiler]The nearest armory was only a hundred feet or so around the corner. Marker could walk there in less than five minutes.[/spoiler]

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