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genessia2017-07-21 05:24 pm
chaosvessel) wrote in genessia2017-07-21 05:24 pm
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Action @ the Bay/Genessia City
[When he first wakes, he doesn't attempt to open the coffin, instead, he spends time wondering if everything over the past five years had been just another dream...another nightmare, that that is reality. The soft interior of his coffin is strange, though, and it gets his attention. This isn't his coffin. It was far too luxurious to be the one he'd been confined to for 30 years.
The cover slides open, and the pale man inside takes a look around, frowning down at the things he's been left with before stepping out into the waters surrounding the coffin, metallic boots sliding easily enough through the pool.]
Mmm.
[The only sound he makes at first as he off-handedly pockets the bills and makes his way to the ramp and up to the street level. Crimson eyes dark as a hand moves to his hip and a very large three-barreled pistol at his him. He doesn't draw the weapon, but relaxes quickly enough, clearly seeing that the danger has passed. The holographic glow makes his face, partially obscured by the wide color of a tattered red opera cape, seem to glow in the low light of the early evening. He tilts his head to the side once the recording comes to a close, turning his gaze toward the map stand, thin eye-brows lowering as he turns toward it.]
...maps. Captives. [He lets out a quiet sigh.] What's next?
The cover slides open, and the pale man inside takes a look around, frowning down at the things he's been left with before stepping out into the waters surrounding the coffin, metallic boots sliding easily enough through the pool.]
Mmm.
[The only sound he makes at first as he off-handedly pockets the bills and makes his way to the ramp and up to the street level. Crimson eyes dark as a hand moves to his hip and a very large three-barreled pistol at his him. He doesn't draw the weapon, but relaxes quickly enough, clearly seeing that the danger has passed. The holographic glow makes his face, partially obscured by the wide color of a tattered red opera cape, seem to glow in the low light of the early evening. He tilts his head to the side once the recording comes to a close, turning his gaze toward the map stand, thin eye-brows lowering as he turns toward it.]
...maps. Captives. [He lets out a quiet sigh.] What's next?
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[Talking fixtures and furniture?]
Why were you taken prisoner?
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[He's also very unreasonable.]
In a way. He had locked my father up for picking a rose. It was supposed to be a gift for me.
I ended up taking my fathers place.
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You took your father's place.
[He turns toward her, brows lowered in confusion, even though his sentence was more of a statement than a question. He's surprised.]
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Of course. He's my father.
[She doesn't understand why this confuses people.]
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...you must have cared for him very much.
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