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[Killas[SiN]]

You, of course.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

(But doesn't your character think I'm dead?)

[Killas[SiN]]

He is... An agent of those that we are not supposed to know.
Caino knows many, many secrets.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

I turned to face the sound of a voice, familiar to me. I saw it was none other then that bastard Caino.

"My life's already in danger and there's no such thing as a soul."

(Note: There are no greater powers who are sympathetic to humanity in this setting. That does not mean that they don't hate each other, though.)

[Killas[SiN]]

Sympathetic? Who is to say that we are not just pawns, being manipulated at their every whim?
Think 'Lucien Lachance', but farrrrr more mysterious.


I grin, slightly pleased that he recognises me.

"A soul... Can be many things. But, I have answers for your questions, which you will ask in due time when you go waltzing off to death. But... There are greater forces at play here than you and I. No need for arguing, just come with me."

I don't expect him to listen to my advice.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

I would have ignored him, and gone off to get my revenge. But I had no idea where they were now, as their previous place of residence was now nothing more then another burnt-out shell in the decaying slums of the city.

"Very well then."

So I followed him, and I watched out surrounding. The things at work here cannot be understood by mortal man, but that shall not stop me from destroying their pawns, and stopping their work.

Oh no... It's happening again.... my joints are -JANBAJFGGAGFBBLLLL*splatter*

[Jackrabbit]

Went to buy a gun. Children on the street, dancing futilely under the water of a broken fire hydrant. They'll grow up, their dreams and hopes maybe turning into reality, maybe not. They'll die leaving no lasting impression. In less than two thousand years, a blink of an eye, nobody will remember them.

Little bastards.

Come to think of it, nobody's going to remember me either. They'll come back. Resting, sleeping then waking. They'll come back. The world will die, mankind will know a new kind of pain.

One involving tentacles. At the very least.

Man wouldn't sell me a gun. Said I was shaking, looked like a ghost. Also something about a waiting period. I could be dead, devoured by eldritch abominations tomorrow. I'd hate to think I'd die without a fight, just another snack. He tried to sell me a switchblade. Better than nothing he said. No. no it isn't.

Stopped off in a diner and bought a chicken salad. Waitress said I looked pale as well. I'm headed somewhere tomorrow. I'll figure out where later. Probably England. It's not like I have a job anymore.

Huh. Kinda sounding like Rorschach there. Oh well, I'll work on it. And no, you aren't getting a name.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

(Is that in the past, or the present?)

[Jackrabbit]

Present. One thing I know about the stories is that people have the ability to write as horrible things happen to them.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Oooh dear god... my joints have gone off again. That was painful, and now I'll have to clean up all my things. Again. Why the hell did this have to happen to me? Anyway, that Caino guy disappeared, and I've gone into town. Sitting in a diner now and- wait, that's that guy from the university! He's just left, and I have to let him know that his life is in danger!

*Chester catches up to Jackrabbit's character outside the diner*

"Sir, I have something of grave importance to tell you!"

[Jackrabbit]

Being molested by a man with half a head of hair, popped eyes and something disturbing going on with his appendages. I really don't know if I should listen to him.

Hold on, he's looking at me funny. Maybe I shouldn't be writing whilst being talked to. I wish I had a gun.

"Yes? What? I don't have any change on me, I'm sorry."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

(The eye thing, as well as the hair were hallucinations, and he's wearing standard detective clothing, covering all his joints. His clothes are actually rather clean, as they have been in the care of arkham asylum.)

"Sir, are you the man who was assisting the librarian exactly one month ago today, at Arkham University? we were there to see the books that one Professor Mortimer had donated just before his death. If you were, and I am fairly certain that you are, there are many things that you have to be told."

[Jackrabbit]

Huh. The man seems sane now. I wish I had an eraser. How did I see that? Am I going insane so soon?

Wait. What did he say? Oh man, was he an inmate? Is he stalking me? Sh- he's looking at me again.

"Uh... Y-yes. Yes! I am. I am he. That is, that person. Uh. You want to tell me something? Could we talk in my office? I'm feeling exposed."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Oh no, it's happening already. Damn, those people work fast. Too fast. Soon something terrible is going to happen. He already looks pale, and weak. I'd better get him something to defend himself, like a gun, perhaps.

"That would be a pertinent course of action. Let's go."

[Jackrabbit]

((gonna sleep now, sorry))