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maskormenace2014-08-13 10:12 am
vengefulshades) wrote in maskormenace2014-08-13 10:12 am
Entry tags:
- † annie leonhart | n/a,
- † benton fraser | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † fillmore press | madder red,
- † greed | n/a,
- † hajime ichinose | n/a,
- † ira gamagori | n/a,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † light yagami | n/a,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- † olivier armstrong | ice queen,
- † robbie baldwin | speedball,
- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † satsuki kiryuin | n/a,
- † shiki ryougi | n/a,
- † shinjiro aragaki | n/a,
- † yomiel | the manipulator,
- † yuri petrov | lunatic,
- † zoe hange | n/a
6th Trick - Text
[Oh, great. It's everybody's favorite nihilistic dead jerk of a villain. Just in case anyone forgot he was still on the lam.]
I know some of you have been dead before. Some of you have even died in this place.
So tell me. What does it feel like to die?
I imagine it feels like falling asleep. That last moment of consciousness when you can feel yourself falling, but you don't suddenly realize it and awaken. You just drift off.
It must be peaceful. Restful. Like falling asleep after a long day of work.
Is there anything afterward? Some people think so. They say there's another world after this one. Some kind of afterlife, or a world for spirits. Some people even think it's a paradise. People you've lost are already there to meet you.
Or perhaps it's a place of punishment, like hell. A place where people are tormented for their sins.
It must be nice. All of it. Any of it.
So what's the point of this? Nothing, really. Just some thoughts. But I wanted to issue a warning to everyone.
I'm coming back to Heropa, soon. I'm going to set my plans into motion once more. I won't go into details on how or what I'm doing, but I want everyone to be aware. I'll be there. And I'll be working again.
And if you see me, I want you to come and stop me. If you believe so strongly in your stupid justice, I want you to bring me to justice. Confront me. Make me pay. Kill me and put a stop to me once and for all.
Why? Because I'm a villain. And you're all supposed to be heroes. So do something about it.
If you don't, you may be the next person I take over. I can make you do whatever I want you to, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. I can control anyone I like. I could make you commit more crimes. Another murder. Maybe a real one this time.
Don't like it? Good. Then come and get me.
[All replies from "The Manipulator" will come from audio or text only.
NOTE: Further content warning in some of the comments, discussions of bloodless healing-factorish suicide attempts.]
I know some of you have been dead before. Some of you have even died in this place.
So tell me. What does it feel like to die?
I imagine it feels like falling asleep. That last moment of consciousness when you can feel yourself falling, but you don't suddenly realize it and awaken. You just drift off.
It must be peaceful. Restful. Like falling asleep after a long day of work.
Is there anything afterward? Some people think so. They say there's another world after this one. Some kind of afterlife, or a world for spirits. Some people even think it's a paradise. People you've lost are already there to meet you.
Or perhaps it's a place of punishment, like hell. A place where people are tormented for their sins.
It must be nice. All of it. Any of it.
So what's the point of this? Nothing, really. Just some thoughts. But I wanted to issue a warning to everyone.
I'm coming back to Heropa, soon. I'm going to set my plans into motion once more. I won't go into details on how or what I'm doing, but I want everyone to be aware. I'll be there. And I'll be working again.
And if you see me, I want you to come and stop me. If you believe so strongly in your stupid justice, I want you to bring me to justice. Confront me. Make me pay. Kill me and put a stop to me once and for all.
Why? Because I'm a villain. And you're all supposed to be heroes. So do something about it.
If you don't, you may be the next person I take over. I can make you do whatever I want you to, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. I can control anyone I like. I could make you commit more crimes. Another murder. Maybe a real one this time.
Don't like it? Good. Then come and get me.
[All replies from "The Manipulator" will come from audio or text only.
NOTE: Further content warning in some of the comments, discussions of bloodless healing-factorish suicide attempts.]
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If you have a deathwish, then seek your death.
Do not hide it behind the guise of demanding the rest of us mete out a false justice.
It is cowardly and unbecoming.
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The fact I happen to want it doesn't change that.
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That is all that he seeks, ma'am. He cannot die, and all his actions to this point have been in the pursuit of death.
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totally hacked.
:')
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It stung like a bitch and I woke up here. [Maybe there's a bit of grumpiness in that comment, but it fades quickly enough.] The actual 'dying' part was kinda hidden under the shredded lung and bleeding out.
So I guess this place is my afterlife.
[A pause.]
You gonna do that whole possessed murder spree thing again?
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[... he's actually a little embarrassed to have Shinji read this. For all his posturing and yelling and half-crazed motivations, Yomiel feels like Shinjiro actually understands him, somewhat.
And he still doesn't judge. What a good guy.]
Did the pain stop? How long did it hurt for?
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FOREVER PRIVATE
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text and soforth
What do you get out of being stopped?
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Peace.
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Uh... soon. I don't have an itinerary.
[And he wouldn't tell you anyway because hello, wanted fugitive.]
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voice;
And here we are again.
[Unimpressed and a little irritated-- but mostly exasperated. Regardless, Light will be stalking the hell out of this post in general, as mention of plans require as much.]
Death seems to be a popular subject as of late.
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Hello, Mr. Yagami. [Like they're old bros or something.]
How's the saying go? Only two things are certain-- death and taxes.
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I think it wholly depends on how you die. Of the brushes I've had with death, only one has resembled falling asleep, and even then I experienced more overwhelmingly the grip of paralyzing fear. I was trapped in a snowstorm at the time; the story of how I came to be there is a long and intimate one, but irregardless I was dying, and I knew it. My hands were numb with cold, my extremities long past sore, and the body beside me so cold and still I thought surely that she must be dead.
I had the luxury of thinking back on my life and wondering how it came to be that I would die on a mountainside in the worst blizzard for twenty years. Was this what I deserved? Had I somehow earned this fate? No; indeed I was there out of duty, the woman beside me was a bank robber, and it was my responsibility to bring her in, but it was ultimately my choices rather than my duty which had led me to that plane crash, then down the mountainside, following her tracks through the snow.
I thought about all the things I hadn't done with my life, but as the chill sank deeper into me even the melancholy of a life unlived sank away from me. I struggled to continue to think, I tried to focus on anything, because if I could focus on a single thing then I was still alive, so I listened to her breathing, and she began to recite a poem, the words of which I could barely make out. I was afraid that if she stopped there would be nothing left but silence and death. Fear of death - it seemed to me - was the only thing keeping me alive.
Sleep, on the other hand, is a wonderful thing; few of us go to it every night with the expectation of never waking again. We expect to wake. We have no such expectations of death. It's a grip around your throat closing with terrifying inevitability, fear in its purest form; the fear of ceasing to be for no purpose at all, and never being able to complete the thought: If I could do it all again--.
We get one chance at life, one series of choices to make. Hero or villain. Life or death. Do or do not. Ultimately those decisions are yours.
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Where does he even begin.]
That's a nice sentiment. But it's naive.
It's not always about your choices. Others make choices too. And what happens when innocent people end up destroyed by the stupid pride and thoughtlessness of others?
And as far as fear of death goes, I'm long past that point. I was afraid at first, but that was a long, long time ago.
[Just wait until he finds out Benton is in law enforcement.]
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I welcome that Lunatic guy to come give it his best shot. At least he's actually willing to try.
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He does have the flashy costume, but given my particular handicap, I should be excused for not being able to follow through on that one.
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Besides, there's a difference. Lunatic threatens to murder criminals, whereas I am a criminal.
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The man onscreen is well-dressed and seated behind an office desk, his hands folded before him, his expression calm, though the subtle arch to his eyebrows hints at his curiosity.]
I fail to understand why you feel the need to antagonize people in order to achieve your goals. If it is a long awaited end you seek, would it not be preferential to make peaceful arrangements?
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People don't like the idea of killing someone peaceful, you see.
But criminals, antagonists like me? They're all too happy to deal with them. And then they get to call themselves heroes. It makes everybody happier.
Besides. I'm already well-known to be a criminal here. If I asked nicely, I'd still get a dozen people excited to put me down.
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Death is nothingness.
Because you may exist now, but that only means you have a certain end at some point.
[Reassurance? Either way, it's an answer.]
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Heaven, hell, or something else, I don't care.
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[He could yell, reprimand, threaten that he would come after him, but- after catching some of what's been said here, that which isn't under a private setting anyway, he can't help but wonder what sort of punishment this man really deserves.]
[A cry for death, how he goes about it. Gamagori has been close to that edge, ready to die, though for entirely different reasons, under entirely different circumstances. All of this feels more childish than it appeared at first. A odd cry for attention, or help. It's silly to harm others along with it though, and while that sparks anger in him, yelling at this man really
doesn't seem like it will work.]
[He's loud and proud, obnoxious at times, not the smartest bulb, but not stupid. He knows what things like honor when he sees them. Knows the look of a man who has lost something.]
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Yeah. Pretty much.
That, and random crime sprees for a laugh.
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It hurts like a motherfucker.
Now why the fuck are you so hung up on this villain shit?
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I remember it hurting. But only very briefly. After that, I couldn't feel anything at all.
Still can't, for that matter.
And it's simple, Mr. Hundred. I'm happy to play the role that our fellow citizens have decided to cast me in. If being willing to do what I must makes me a villain, then so be it.
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➥ AUDIO | PRIVATE
[Familiar sound of scotch swirling in a glass? Oh, you bet.]
Didn't think you'd be heading out this soon. Find something?
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Well. I may have exaggerated a bit in saying I was heading back. Gotta keep these people on their toes, you know.
My body's staying put in my room, for now. But the computer's coming along nicely. It's time I do a little poking into the network surrounding the Porters.
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1/2
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...There's gotta be somebody around here who's got a power that'll fix whatever's wrong with you.
[Words easily misinterpreted, but his tone is pretty solemn. He's not aiming to throw insults.]
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One of these self-righteous do-gooders should be able to finish the job, don't you think?
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audio | private
[the words strike a little close to home for her, considering her own suicide but she'll answer his question after she hears from him]
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That's quite a request.
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[By being a massive asshole.]
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