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[umadrobin]

[ There's a new face in Exsilium today. Or at least, a new mask. A black mask with a prominent white skull, with a red X in the center with its right leg extending over an eye, seems to be juggling a black and red knife in one hand. ]

Y'know...

[ The obviously young man begins. ]

First, I wasn't happy about being brought here in the middle of ripping off the mayor's reelection campaign funds. But this?

[ He says, flinging the knife into a nearby wall. It lands perfectly, with obviously practiced precision into a small slit in the wall where this same knife had been thrown before... only to disappear in a flash of smoke and reappear back into the same hand he threw it with. ]

This I can get used to. Especially if I'm gonna get paid to do the same shit I've always been doing. Gotta ask, though.

[ The masked face gets way up into the camera, leaning into it. ]

Don't tell me these little freedom-fighters brought me, but not the Titans.

Comments

[flightlessbird]

Yes! Kill things with it.

[umadrobin]

[ Killing? He raises an eyebrow about that. But... he is going to have to fight evil armies, isn't he? ]

There's that.

[ There. Neither yes, nor no. ]

[flightlessbird]

I have a gun. I am not sure what it does, or how to use it, but I have it.

[umadrobin]

You don't know how a gun works? You're kidding, right?

[flightlessbird]

[ brightly: ] I know it kills people.

[umadrobin]

You point it at someone and pull the trigger. And then hope they're not like anyone from my world.

[flightlessbird]

Why? Do people not die in your world?

[umadrobin]

Oh, they do. Some much, much easier than others.