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[i] Among the loud clamor and voices of the patrons, a new figure enters the bar of the Bloodwrath.
He is about 6'2", clad in slim, form fitting black armor. A yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits on the breastplate, partially obscured by a long black cloak that falls over his shoulders.
At his hip, are three katanas in clear view.
The first is a vibrant white and gold, a stark contrast to the black of his outfit.
The second is a non-descript, dull olive green, with an oriental dragon head for the hilt.
The third blade, matches his armor more fittingly than the first. Handle, wrappings, sheath, all in a complete and utter black. No, not black..something darker. Squid ink at midnight couldn't be more black.
There were two defining things about the man: the first, was where his face should be, is a black demon mask, twisted snarl and fangs. The second, was his mere presence. Anyone with power knew the feeling. It was the vibe that made innocent onlookers turn their gaze back to their drinks and conversations.
The man walked with lithe grace and power, like the living embodiment of death. Almost as if his figure was a simple vessel for unrestricted power.
The man walked to the corner of the bar's room and has a seat at an empty table. It seemed like a normal action, but anyone with common sense knew that it was because he wanted to see the whole room, patrons, entrances, and exits.
The [b]Bloodwrath[/b] was in for a treat. The [b]Ronin[/b] had arrived.[/i]
(OPEN.)
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"Mmhm. I get it." [i] Lance says, resting his hands on the bar. [/i]
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[i]"Sister of your own, Ronin?"[/i] [b]Masq eyes merely glance at Lance, but quickly return to their state into his drink.[/b]
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"Yeah. I thought she was dead for 10 years of her life."
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[i]"Hmmm. Did you ever meet her?"[/i] [b]Masq finally turns his full attention to Ronin, his purple eyes seemingly sad and broken, yet patient and wistful.[/b] [i]"If you don't mind me asking..."[/i]
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"Yes. she was 6 when I thought she died. 10 years later, I found her."
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[i]"Je vois... What is her name?"[/i] [b]Masq seemed very interested in Lance's sister. It was the only common ground he shared with him. It was nice to know someone else could understand part of what he was feeling, even if Masq didn't entirely trust Ronin.[/b]
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"Lilah." [i]Lance says, his mask retracting and showing his angular and hard face. A lock of hair falls over his face, between his icy blue cold eyes that don't match the younger face he carried. How old was Lance anyways? Lance didn't entirely trust Masq either, but it was whatever. [/i] http://m.imgur.com/NHsLIWJ.jpg
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[i]"A beautiful name, no? Heh..."[/i] [b]Masq turns to look at those that converse around them, taking in their joyous laughter, heated arguments, their meaningless stares.[/b] [i]"No one understands us like we do. Brothers united by entropy."[/i]
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"Yeah..something like that." [i]Lance mutters.[/i]
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[b]The sound of heavy boots approach them from behind then quickly stop. Masq either doesn't hear or doesn't care, seemingly lost in his drink.[/b]
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[i] Lance throws an uncaring glance over his shoulder at the person behind them.[/i]
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[b]The man with Masq from before stands, his eyes cold and harsh staring at him. He taps Masq on the shoulder.[/b] [i]"Hmm... What?"[/i] [i]"I bumped into a man. Spilled his drink. He's angry. I need a sedative."[/i]
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[i] Lance eyes the man carefully. He was pretty sure he knew who it was, but even so.. [/i]
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[b]Masq rolls his eyes and throws Ronin a look as if saying 'See what I have to deal with?'. He grunts in vexation and turns to his tall friend.[/b] [i]"You don't talk to me for two weeks, and now you ask me for drugs? What the hell is wrong with you?"[/i] [i]"Something powerful, to keep someone asleep for a few days."[/i] [b]Masq sighs, quickly finishing his drink and pulling a playing card from his pocket handing it to the man.[/b] [i]"Dormeur lament. Enough to keep an elephant asleep for a few days. Don't hit the spine. Don't use it like a knife."[/i] [b]The man in the coat, snatches the card and and pads slowly to a man that seems to be yelling over something stupid.[/b] [i]"You bring any... 'Company'?"[/i]
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"No. I travel alone." [i] Lance says rather sourly.[/i]
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[i]"You wish you did?"[/i] [b]Masq throws him a sideways glance before throwing his hood back over his head and setting his stone covering on his face once more.[/b]
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"Solitude gets a tad lonely after a while, but there's no sense in endangering anyone who travels with me."
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[i]"I would be the same way... But that man insists on following me. Comme un chiot perdu."[/i] [b]He shakes his head in frustration.[/b] [i]"So what's endangering you?"[/i]
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"Nothing at the moment. But with my luck, something will eventually." [i] Lance says with a wry smile.[/i]
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[i]"Well, something vile is afoot in this place. Now it's just a matter of time."[/i] [b]The sound of heavy boots approaches once more, this time taking seat next to Masq. Though he doesn't seem to say much, and Masq keeps his attention on Lance.[/b] [i]"You have any ideas yet?"[/i]
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"Well first I'm going to start with the 17 foot tall Chaos demon who tried to eat my soul." [i] Lance says with an eye roll.[/i]
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[i]"Ahh... That seems like an interesting start."[/i] [b]Masq looks around the bar, eyeing people warily.[/b]
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"And you?" [i] Lance raises his eyebrows.[/i]
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[i]"Not really, but I can see in the way some of these men move that we are being watched by undercover guards. Speaking of which..."[/i] [b]Masq turns to his companion, his eyes turning back to their light blue.[/b] [i]"What did you do with the man?"[/i] [i]"Threw him down a garbage chute."[/i] [i]"Is it safe?"[/i] [i]"If it isn't, he won't notice."[/i] [b]The tall man seems to remain focused on the light fixtures above them. Masq snorts in annoyance and motions to Ronin.[/b] [i]"I've seen little resistance here. I think some of us came by choice."[/i]
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"And some of us didn't. I do know that a lot of these guys here are forces of Chaos, and some are Primarchs."
