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12/31/2015 5:58:52 AM
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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]
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"It's Chaos metal." [i] Lance smiles. [/i] "You won't find that anywhere else in the universe, except for one place."
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[i]"Deus ex Machina... Or perhaps Deja Vu... I assume only you can get to it?"[/i] [b]Damien's unblinking stare carefully soaks in everything it meets.[/b] [i]"Do you like bagels...?"[/i]
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"Something like that." [i] Lance's eyebrows raise.[/i] "Bagels? Yeah, why?"
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[i]"I like them too."[/i] [b]Damien stretches his long slender arm. He looks around at the mess he's made.[/b] [i]"I will eventually fix this entropy..."[/i]
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[i] Lance chuckles at the absurdity of the statement.[/i] "What exactly are you looking for?"
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[i]"Identity information... Clues per-say."[/i] [b]Damien throws open another draw, tossing aside medical equipment and clips of ammo. He finally rests a hand on what appears to be a flute. He quickly pockets it and looks around the shelves hanging over the bed.[/b] [i]"It appears my brother saw this coming more than I did... He was always a prodigy of thought... Though he fights of low caliber..."[/i]
