♞ 001 || The Prodigal Knight appears...

[onlymortal]

|| Accidental Video ||

[ The video clicks on as a tall, lanky man in a knee length red peacoat and a black beanie stalks into view, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders hunched, eyes toward the floor. He takes about two steps down the hallway in question before he stops and turns, looking back over his shoulder, then looking back forward, his brow furrowing in confusion. ]

What is this shit?

[ He looks off down the hall both directions, looking more and more confused. ]

Fuckin' weird dream, that's for sure. [ He takes one last look left, then right, and finally chooses right, turning and starting off in that direction, apparently intent on finding the end of the hall...if there is one. ]

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[castoredux.livejournal.com]

[He winces but keeps his eye on the guy. Distractions weren't going to get the better of him, not in a place this crazy, not right now.]

Alright, alright, talk already, but none of that shit.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Don't want to talk. Who are?

[castoredux.livejournal.com]

[He scoffs.] None of your business, mask boy.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Wrong answer. He launches himself at you. Have five feet of tackling death barreling towards your midsection!*

[castoredux.livejournal.com]

[Now would have been the perfect time for his Persona to Counter for him, but Castor wasn't paying attention either, apparently and he took the blow, rolling with it, but keeping a grip on his makeshift weapon.

He rolls to his feet and does his best to put some distance between the two of them, and reaches to his coat pocket, feeling the weight there.

Hey. He did have his evoker. Still, there were other people around here, and that meant potential casualties. The Evoker wouldn't be used if it wasn't needed.]

I'm warnin' you.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*The masked man just backs away until there's a good ten feet between them.*

Warning? Of what?

[castoredux.livejournal.com]

It ain't gotta be like this. You ain't gonna tell me who you are, or what the hell you are, whatever. I ain' tellin' you either. We go our separate ways. Deal?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Don't have a name.

*He backs off a bit more. He is perfectly okay with this deal.*

[castoredux.livejournal.com]

Mask-boy it is. [He watches him...it back off.] Shinjiro.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*See? That wasn't so hard.*

Are new? Have not seen.

[castoredux.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [Good call, creepy guy.]

Masky, making people's lives a little more surreal, one tackle at a time.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*He nods, tilts his head to study the newcomer, and then dashes away.*