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genessia2016-02-14 04:04 am
maybeitsmaybelline) wrote in genessia2016-02-14 04:04 am
Re-intro: Action/Video
Action
He's drowning.
His body jerks into action before his mind can catch up, limbs thrashing in search of something to hold onto, and suddenly he's falling. The bay's icy water hardly registers over the fire in his lungs, but he manages to push himself up on his hands and knees before the coughing sets in. It shakes his body and echoes off the walls, punctuated by desperate gasps for air before his breath catches again and he chokes up more of the thick black blood that fills his airways.
It's not until the fit passes that he realizes where he is and remembers what's happened.
The fight. Neo's gasp as she was ripped away from him. He can't remember Red's words but he remembers the blackout rage, remembers her cowering and the shocks that ran back up his cane when he hit her. The flapping of giant wings, sudden darkness, searing heat pressing against him from all sides.
She took Neo. She took Neo, and she killed him before he could do a damn thing about it. She took Neo and Neo would never know what happened, never find out that he didn't want to leave her. She took Neo and he was here alone, separated by worlds and the distance between life and death.
Video
[Roman is usually striking because of his dashing good looks and impeccable style, but last night robbed him of those so he's had to improvise. First prop: gore. Patches of black blood stain his white coat, splashes of fresh red pop against the unhealthy pallor of his skin. He's still not sure what Grimm are made of, but he's covered in their guts and he revels in it.
His second prop is the smoldering remains of Weiss' welcoming hologram beside him. It produces the occasional flash of a smile or garbled words, but most of it is lost to sparks and smoke.
He gives the camera a smile full of teeth.]
Hello again, Genessia. Did you miss me?
[It sounds like he's swallowed glass, but his voice is steady. He pauses to light a cigar from the hologram's embers.]
It's been a while, hasn't it? I've had some time to look at my life. Really think about the choices I've made, and you-- [Something in the hologram explodes. He waits for the noise to die down. The smile never falters.] You know what I've been missing? Focus. Try to do ten things at once and you'll half-ass all of them. So here's my resolution: pick one goal and see it through till the end.
[He leans in close to the camera, all wide eyes and bloodstained smile.]
I'll be seeing you around, Little Red.
[The video cuts off.]
Re: [Private]
Everglade's probably your best bet for a hiding ground. There's a little law there, right now: If a human is out at night, they're at the mercy of the monsters.
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I think I've had enough of working under other people, thanks. Self employment is the way to go.
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The reasons I can't really get going on too much, that path would ill-suit me, sadly.
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You shouldn't bring things up if you're not going to explain them. It'd be a shame if someone took matters into their own hands and began snooping around.
[He doesn't care that much to be honest, because he's already jumped to the conclusion that she's just too weak-minded to make her own plans. But his point still stands.]
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[Not entirely wrong, on a few levels.]
You impress, on a level. Definitely someone I could work for, for the right price. Pity this is over video, or I'd pass a card.
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Don't worry, sweetheart, I don't need a card. I'll find you when we're ready to do business.
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