The Initiate Fraysong ♑ (Young GHB) (
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thecapitol2015-03-07 05:29 pm
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So I set out across that way to strike them down, to make them pay
Who| Initiate + Sam & Tony. Initiate + Signless & Psiioniic.
What| The Initiate has gained some information. It's time to bring plans to fruition. But first he needs people.
Where| A capitol alley bindspot.
When| After speaking with Sigma, post-arena.
WARNINGS| Language.
He walked out the tower that morning, face bright, hopeful. He walked with body loose, mind mulling over idle simple things, only the barest trace of nerves underneath. He returns different.
When he comes back his spine is straight, shoulders back, wild hair still long and so cascading down. Each step is measured and his chin is lifted. He looks calm, right up until his fists curled tight and the ways his eyes blaze red.
He reaches them separate, calling them to meet him at different times. There is murder on his face and not a smile to be seen, until he says with all teeth, "He'd like us getting a meet on. MAYBE GET OUR MOTHERFUCKING CHILL REAL NICELIKE. Think as he and we could be about getting better knowing this motherfucking way. PLACE OUTERWAYS WHAT TO BE AT, BROTHER. He'd not be motherfucking late, were he you." He gives the time, and a tense goodbye, all without single chance of speakings otherwise. He would not be placated.
Sam would bring Tony. Signless would bring the Psiioniic. Two separate meetings. Two fail safes. At least one of them would offer what all he needs. He waits in alley, with graffiti painted bright as to mark their security there. His back is to the wall as he waits for his arrivals, hands opening and closing in want of clubs. Or maybe an enemy. It's been long since he felt like this
What| The Initiate has gained some information. It's time to bring plans to fruition. But first he needs people.
Where| A capitol alley bindspot.
When| After speaking with Sigma, post-arena.
WARNINGS| Language.
He walked out the tower that morning, face bright, hopeful. He walked with body loose, mind mulling over idle simple things, only the barest trace of nerves underneath. He returns different.
When he comes back his spine is straight, shoulders back, wild hair still long and so cascading down. Each step is measured and his chin is lifted. He looks calm, right up until his fists curled tight and the ways his eyes blaze red.
He reaches them separate, calling them to meet him at different times. There is murder on his face and not a smile to be seen, until he says with all teeth, "He'd like us getting a meet on. MAYBE GET OUR MOTHERFUCKING CHILL REAL NICELIKE. Think as he and we could be about getting better knowing this motherfucking way. PLACE OUTERWAYS WHAT TO BE AT, BROTHER. He'd not be motherfucking late, were he you." He gives the time, and a tense goodbye, all without single chance of speakings otherwise. He would not be placated.
Sam would bring Tony. Signless would bring the Psiioniic. Two separate meetings. Two fail safes. At least one of them would offer what all he needs. He waits in alley, with graffiti painted bright as to mark their security there. His back is to the wall as he waits for his arrivals, hands opening and closing in want of clubs. Or maybe an enemy. It's been long since he felt like this
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He nods along with Tony's terms. This was progress, finally motherfucking getting somewhere. His grin is sure with knowing that soon it all be working on out.
The terms however, Tony's price, surprise him almost as much as they do Sam. He finds no qualm however, even in this state, which surprises him in some distant way.
"He ain't do nothing half assed. GOT ALL MOTHERFUCKING RIGHT AND REASON TO SEE THEM BY. Ain't none of them is getting their heads to roll if he can be helping. JUST HAVE TO PLAY THAT GAME ON WITH SOME OTHER SORRY SOULS." Sam was one of his. Barnes too he had some fondness for. Their deaths won't help to make those up in charge pay. There will be no blurring of bloods for he will pick the hues apart from the red and red and fucking red endless.
"Seems we got an accord all then and fuckin now to us."
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After a quick nod he turns to Sam to get around to answering his question.
"Well I have a stencil. Once I can convince Steve to get it. What with me actually owning part of his existence." He points to Sam, not giving him a chance to challenge the statement. "Dad helped on the project, instrumental really. at least 40% of him is mine. But yeah after him, you can be next."
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"It's a little weird that you've thought about it that much," Sam comments, raising an eyebrow at Tony. "You can stencil it on our uniforms, make you feel better?"
He nods again. "Yeah, all right, accords all around."
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But there's not no time for this flirting or what all ever the fuck. He lets them get their laughs up and on out, then moves to the point.
"WHEN OUGHT HE EXPECT LISTINGS TOLD OF? All getting a wonder on for when such things is getting to being done. UNIFORM STENCILLING UP MIGHT GET BEING BEST IN TIMES MOTHERFUCKING ALTERNATE."
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Tony replies before turning to Sam.
"Really, this is all easy to understand to you? Also, yeah I could easily get it on uniforms. I'll talk to my stylist." The last part he adds with a sarcastic edge, but he knows that if encouraged he'd do it without a thought.