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12/31/2015 6:07:31 AM
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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]
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"Hmm." [i] Lance stands by as Damien searches the room.[/i]
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[i]"He doesn't leave much to the imagination. Well, I thirst... I'll return to this after a drink. Bourbon sounds blissful..."[/i] [b]He picks up his coat and puts it back on. It hangs loose, as if it was meant for someone with much more body mass. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and turns to Lance.[/b] [i]"So, Ronin... Ever wash away your sins in drunkenness?"[/i]
