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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

[umadrobin]

The 'I'm so mysterious' type.

Actually, all things considered, I don't have much room to talk.

[boughtabookstore]

There is nothing mysterious about me.

[umadrobin]

You don't know how the past-less trope works, do you?

[boughtabookstore]

Didn't say I didn't have a past. Just not a story.

Stories imply something interesting.

[umadrobin]

I'm already bored.

[boughtabookstore]

Good for you.