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⌈ 03 ⌋ ✘ ⌊ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ⌉

[The underworld of Marutia Falls isn't for the feint of heart. A lesson he knows well which is why when their less upstanding citizens move to attack him Locus is ready for them, yes, but not the sniper in the dark. He should have seen it coming when he started moving into their territory with his own bodyguards but to go this far? There was something else going on, but this wasn't the time for it.

The bullet hits his shoulder and he grunts in pain as he falls back a step or two. Seeing him at a disadvantage the local muscle move to take him out, but he wasn't the best mercenary money could buy if he couldn't handle surprises like this. He kicks his first assailant into a wall and he's out for the count. Seeing this, the rest of the group attack him all at once. He parries their blows and throws his own mindful to keep out of the sniper's shot but with one good arm they grapple at him and manage to dislodge the slotted compartment in his armor where he keeps his communicator.

The device rolls on the ground and comes to a stop five away showing Locus in full armor. A loud shot his heard in the distance but this time he's ready for it and he's out of position before it can tear through him again. Unfortunately, it hits the tail end of his gun and with his main weapon effectively out of commission, Locus instinctively grabs for the handle safely clipped to his leg holster and without preamble turns on the energy sword. For those familiar with a certain aqua soldier and his weapon of choice, the sword will look almost identical to his. Still, he doesn't stay still for long and up ahead there's a commotion from the other men before Locus moves out of the recording's focus to launch his counterattack. Cries are heard in the distance but the recording times out seconds later before it reaches its conclusion.]

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[Yeah this looks like shit, someone probably just bumped the button on their com-]

[what]

[Oh holy fuck what the shit is this.]

Uh what the hell is this?!

[After taking care of his enemies, Locus notices a missing item. His communicator. Not wanting to leave any evidence behind, he returns to the scene of the crime and soon finds his device on the ground.

Unaware of the post it loaded, the first message he reads from a Lavernius Tucker strike him as odd.]

.........

[He didn't expect to hear from the sim trooper after their last encounter. Breaking off their deal should have expunged him from any and all communication with the Freelancers and their sim trooper counterparts so why was he receiving a message now?]

We no longer have a truce.

[His tone is clipped and to the point. He doesn't have time for this.]

What do you want?

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[He's been quietly freaking out on his end trying to figure out how the fuck this is possible but if anyone's got answers, it's this asshole.]

I wanna know how the fuck you got my sword.

[He goes still. How did he--]

How did you know---

[He instantly cuts himself off. His mind already backtracking, trying to figure out how how he could have figured it out! He made sure to keep it under wraps so how did he know about the sword?! It didn't make sense!]

You posted a damn video of you using it, you dipshit!

[It's not long before he checks the network and there, posted with his name.....]

...............

[He swallows thickly and straightens his shoulders with his next resolve.]

Video

[The audio switches to video showing Locus in full armor, his helmet hiding his every expression, and when he speaks, his voice holds the same confidant timbre as usual.]

It's not your sword.

It's mine.

Bullshit.

[Yeah, he's not playing around. He's frustrated enough that he's forgetting he should probably be wary, all he can think is the only way this could happen is if he dies in the future - and Locus is ahead of him.]

How'd you get it.

From it's previous owner.

[He gives no further details. No explanation. Just an answer and nothing else.]

[ just leaving a loving message here for you, Locus. ]

Well, quite the wild animal you are. Ferocious, unpredictable.

A true killer at heart.

[Pan. This mercenary doesn't swear but with you, I'd think he'd make an exception.]

...............

[By this point, Locus knows about the video. He saw it, and is currently trying to figure out how to spin this in his favor, but he's not Felix. Lies and deception aren't his forte, so he quickly gives up on that end. He's accepted that his secret is out, but this. You! He should feel like strangling you, but Pan is like Felix. He knows how to choose his words and these are deadly. He wasn't supposed to be a killer anymore! He wasn't supposed to kill anymore! He hadn't! Until you-- YOU and your island! He had kept his hands clean and now.]

.........

[Locus stares at those men. They're still there. Dead. By his hand. He.... he hadn't changed at all. Nothing had changed! He was still a killer! It didn't matter if Felix was there or not. He had killed them! He had wanted to kill them and it was so easy. And that was the hardest to thing to swallow. That this kid. A demon. Saw him for exactly what he was. What he'd always been.

A monster.]

Leave.

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[ Pan may not have his magic but the way Locus tells him off is enough information for him to go on. ]

A tortured animal from the sounds of it. But, to answer that statement I don't quite feel like it.

This is a public forum after all.

[His fingers curl into a fist. The sheer force it takes to keep still, to keep quiet taps his mental reserves.

He was wrong. He wasn't like Felix at all. Felix never goaded the monster too afraid of how he'd snap.]

[He wouldn't though. Snap. He'd spent years honing his responses, keeping his mouth shut while the world fell apart around him. He knew how to handle a battlefield. How to compartmentalize his mind to rationalize mass genocide so this. This was nothing. He wouldn't be goaded when it was so obvious it was the response he was seeking. He may have caught him off guard once but he wouldn't do it again.]

[It takes a long moment before he gets his tone under control and when he speaks it's in his usual filtered tone lacking emotion. Passion. Humanity.]

Public forums aren't for prisoners.

[ Continue to hide it all you want, Locus. Pan knows the unease, that fear is there, hidden beneath the emotionless exterior. ]

It's not like I can do much less nowadays. Besides, I'd hardly call myself a prisoner. Usually prisoners are locked up far longer than a few months.

[It was better to be the machine. To do his job without question. The sim troopers and their Freelancers agents had revealed the man underneath and Locus couldn't take it. Couldn't live in this form. He was supposed to be a soldier. It was all he'd ever been good at, proud of, but he hadn't been one in years.... but that was neither here nor there. Peter Pan. He was only looking for entertainment. What he said. They were words. Lies. He'd seen Felix spin them against their enemies for years. He wouldn't fall for them.]

You're kept under lock and key. Your movements are restricted.

You're a prisoner.

Or perhaps I'm exactly where I want to be.

After all, look who didn't get taken by the Russians.

[ Still, he has something of actual importance to do in this conversation. ]

I wonder, how much does it weigh on you? All that guilt and regret of your former life? If only all of it could just be...washed away.

[ His tone hints at something, drips with it.

Will they take the bait? ]

[Locus was one of many under his spell when he'd resurrected his island. He'd taken away his free will and turned him into an obedient soldier, altering his memories along the way. He knew what he was offering and Locus had no intention of-- ]

I won't be your puppet again.

Either you stole that or there's two. How the hell did you get it working for you?

[ Why be concerned when she can be outraged at the fact that someone else has a working energy sword. ]

[He's had some time to figure out how he's going to address this so when he see's the message from Agent Texas it doesn't come as a surprise.]

It's not stolen. It works because ~~I'm a True Warrior~~ it belongs to me.

[Tex. Are you mad he can keep it up and you can't?]

[ Slightly. ]

That can change if you're going to run around and treat it like a toy.

I assume you mean like the the sim trooper.

[Locus doesn't wave around his flashy sword every chance he gets. It's a weapon, nothing more.]

Didn't look like you were putting it to the best of uses either.

I didn't suspect you to be blind Agent Texas.

Unfortunate.

I prefer the term sensible.

That thing for sale?

[ She highly doubts it, but hey she has to try. ]

[Voice flat:] What the fuck did you do.

[You had a chance to be turn things around for yourself, Locus. Now look.]

Defend myself.

[And you had a chance to turn him around, but look at you.]

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