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Entry tags:
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- aigis,
- ange,
- anthy,
- brainiac 5,
- chekov,
- edward cullen,
- fai,
- guy,
- hanatarou,
- kairi,
- kirk,
- klavier,
- l,
- lana skye,
- mccoy,
- mele,
- mello,
- minato,
- nigredo,
- niikura,
- peter petrelli,
- ranulf,
- riku,
- rolo,
- sasuke,
- scar (tlk),
- senna,
- sora,
- spock,
- sync,
- tenzen,
- the doctor,
- usopp,
- utena,
- venom,
- von karma,
- xemnas,
- zack
Day 49: Morning - Main Street
[From here.]
Easily forgiven? Unlikely. A pair of (presumably) mental patient committing theft. No, it was highly unlikely they would be easily forgiven. Conscience-wise? It wouldn't even stain his thoughts, really. Nothing like ten years of judgemental slaughter to make your mind jaded against the simpler crimes in the world.
Either way, it could prove to be... okay, he didn't want to say fun because not much about Venom was even slightly amusing (and Edward was very much ignoring the teenage part of him that was all ready to rebel), but it could prove to be adventurous. Especially since he didn't have the agility nor the power to make the feat easy. Having Alice play the stock market wasn't exactly the most hands-on way of stealing after all. It couldn't really be called stealing, after all... it was just using her naturally-created gifts to further the family's fortune.
So his morals were a little skewed. That was okay with him.
Once he'd left the polluted bus behind him - fresh air, thank god - he smiled to see the sky completely overcast, the smallest drops of water misting through the air. He shrugged into the obnoxiously bright raincoat he'd been given, tucking the coupons and the untouched breakfast into one of the pockets, covering his face with the hood. The suit he was wearing was a little worse for wear, but the vampire wasn't exactly looking forward to marching around damp.
Waiting just off to the side for Venom, Edward surveyed what he could see of the town so far. It didn't seen very big... which was good, he supposed. That way it would be easier to navigate. Now that the first order of business had been planned, they would need to find the right outlet for their theft opportunity.
Easily forgiven? Unlikely. A pair of (presumably) mental patient committing theft. No, it was highly unlikely they would be easily forgiven. Conscience-wise? It wouldn't even stain his thoughts, really. Nothing like ten years of judgemental slaughter to make your mind jaded against the simpler crimes in the world.
Either way, it could prove to be... okay, he didn't want to say fun because not much about Venom was even slightly amusing (and Edward was very much ignoring the teenage part of him that was all ready to rebel), but it could prove to be adventurous. Especially since he didn't have the agility nor the power to make the feat easy. Having Alice play the stock market wasn't exactly the most hands-on way of stealing after all. It couldn't really be called stealing, after all... it was just using her naturally-created gifts to further the family's fortune.
So his morals were a little skewed. That was okay with him.
Once he'd left the polluted bus behind him - fresh air, thank god - he smiled to see the sky completely overcast, the smallest drops of water misting through the air. He shrugged into the obnoxiously bright raincoat he'd been given, tucking the coupons and the untouched breakfast into one of the pockets, covering his face with the hood. The suit he was wearing was a little worse for wear, but the vampire wasn't exactly looking forward to marching around damp.
Waiting just off to the side for Venom, Edward surveyed what he could see of the town so far. It didn't seen very big... which was good, he supposed. That way it would be easier to navigate. Now that the first order of business had been planned, they would need to find the right outlet for their theft opportunity.
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"On the— No, I didn't. What happened there? Did his lackeys get tired of him?" Although if it had been some sort of mutiny, it clearly hadn't worked. Who else but the patients opposed Landel, though? "I don't think it would've made a difference if we weren't," she replied. "His power still worked." And anyway, they wouldn't have known where to attack. Mele still hadn't found this third floor she thought existed, but given how little progress she'd made, that was perhaps not so surprising.
"Hopping corpses, kyonshi, the reanimated dead, zombies," Mele answered, flicking some hair out of her eyes. There were other terms for it—one of the other ones in another language was on the tip of her tongue—but the rinshis had hopped, and the ones from last week hadn't been rinshis so 'hopping corpses' they were. "They were attacking."
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His power still worked. Not so long ago, Mello had been sure he could take that power for himself. And yet here he was, damp and wearing castoff clothes, eyeing the windows of a store and wondering if there were decent chocolate in there, as if he'd forgotten that shoplifting was for amateurs. Being beaten in a fair fight would've stung, sure. But beaten by a petty tyrant, who relied on tricks and monsters to keep his victims here? That ate at his soul like acid.
One corner of his mouth twitched in what wasn't a smile, but the conclusion of a quick internal debate: Fine, I'll give this much information up. She and I are in it together. "It was Doyle. Or someone wanted people to think it was." He hadn't discarded the idea of a third person or group being involved, but he'd based that all on a gut feeling, and those, well. Tended to fuck him over. He huffed a sigh. "Someone also wanted us to think he died that night."