You brat. How dare you issue such an ultimatum to me.
[ He bares his teeth, immediately. What kind of a bargain is that? To have to discuss the individual who's existence could make or break Set's loyalties themselves with someone he'd only just met? It would be insanity of the highest calibre, especially not knowing if D will remain Meridian or be corrupted to Zenith, the way others had been in the last Oracle fight. Of the originals who he had offered Anubis's existence to, to keep him shackled to his chosen faction, two Meridian remained and the one Zenite and he were,
well,
~*soulmates*~. ]
Get over here.
[ And he hauls on D, out of the public space and into one of the quieter ( darker, shaded ) alleyways where there is less foot traffic and more space for him to shove his mind into D's without so much as a by-your-leave. Within Communion, he does the equivalent of holding up a wanted poster, an artists sketch, several wallet-sized portraits of a child. A child with dark eyes and dark hair and a vibrantly haunted quality.
And that child becomes a man, cold-eyed and disgusted ( I know who my father is. ) — practically the mirror image of D, except the haunted quality of his being has been honed into a weapon, a blade that is to be held at Set's throat. ]
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You brat. How dare you issue such an ultimatum to me.
[ He bares his teeth, immediately. What kind of a bargain is that? To have to discuss the individual who's existence could make or break Set's loyalties themselves with someone he'd only just met? It would be insanity of the highest calibre, especially not knowing if D will remain Meridian or be corrupted to Zenith, the way others had been in the last Oracle fight. Of the originals who he had offered Anubis's existence to, to keep him shackled to his chosen faction, two Meridian remained and the one Zenite and he were,
well,
~*soulmates*~. ]
Get over here.
[ And he hauls on D, out of the public space and into one of the quieter ( darker, shaded ) alleyways where there is less foot traffic and more space for him to shove his mind into D's without so much as a by-your-leave. Within Communion, he does the equivalent of holding up a wanted poster, an artists sketch, several wallet-sized portraits of a child. A child with dark eyes and dark hair and a vibrantly haunted quality.
And that child becomes a man, cold-eyed and disgusted ( I know who my father is. ) — practically the mirror image of D, except the haunted quality of his being has been honed into a weapon, a blade that is to be held at Set's throat. ]
Is that enough for you?