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[Dripping with sand, Ryotarou stumbles onto the Plane. He stays still for a moment, glancing around in guarded confusion. His eyes narrow slightly before he straightens and starts to brush the sand off his clothes, muttering to himself while he does.]

Very funny. Tch, why did I have to get Zeronos? Not fair! Once he wakes up, all the fun will be gone. [A pause to adjust the sunglasses that have mysteriously made an appearance since the last time anyone saw him. This Imagin apparently likes to talk to itself, because it continues.] Oh, well. No matter. I can just destroy this place instead. ... need a form for that, though. Which means a wish. Which means... he's got to wake up.

Dammit.

[He finishes brushing off the remainder of the sand and glances around. Definitely not Kansas anymore.]

(ooc: SO. YES. In order to write around a plot hole of epic proportions, Ryotarou has been possessed by an evil Imagin! No, it's not actually Ryuutaros. As always, the icons lie. To regular people, he'll look and sound exactly the same (although acting differently is always noticeable), and to the singularity point/Time Lords, it will look as though he's suddenly gained a pair of shades and a fondness for hair gel + slicking his hair back.)

Comments

[contract_star]

Fall into a sand pit this time?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[flkdsnflkdsnl PERSON. Eyes Hei for a moment, then smirks and shrugs.] Something like that.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[...He's watching you right now, not!Ryotarou. Watching you closely.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Have not!Ryotarou watching you back.]

... Problem?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Not answering you yet. Still just vested in watching you closely. And maybe getting a second opinion on the matter]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Gets closer, his gait smooth and sly, expression now unamused.]

I said, 'Problem'?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Blinks once, before shoving his hands in his pockets.]

I heard you. I just didn't feel like answering.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

That isn't very polite.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

Deal with it.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

What if I don't want to?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Now he's smirking.]

Then do something about it.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Smirking, too, as he takes Jackie's lapel and lifts him a little off the ground.]

Okay.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Oh goody. And that smirk just sharpens like a knife before his skin begins to crust over and turn a bloody shade of red, his features becoming distinctly skeletal in nature. And his eyes are a burning shade of amber.

And then there are the two demon serpents (http://files.playstatic.com/ps3/the-darkness/the-darkness-review-2.jpg) snapping at your face, barely an inch away. When he speaks, his voice is clearly distorted, warping it into something much darker and, frankly, much more evil than before]

Good boy.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[His eyes go wide.] Another Imagin..?! [And he pushes Jackie away, doing some roundhouse kicking hax to knock the serpent heads away and make some space to get into a fighting position.]

What are you doing?!

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Don't kick the serpents please, as they let out a warped and twisted screech in fury at being attacked.]

No. You first. I insist.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... Tch. [Straightens a bit and fixes his sunglasses.] Why should I explain myself?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[And the demon serpents snap their jaws shut, turning to glare at Jackie before letting out a slow, rumbling growl. They want blood.]

You come here. You pick a fight. You make a mess of things. So you get to explain yourself.

And if I were you, I'd start explaining. Now.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

But I'm not the one with the problem. You asked for all those other things, remember?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[He's dealt with worse, kid. Come on, you can do better than that]

You brought yourself into my territory. My domain. People show up here, I keep tabs on them. And then you decided to make yourself the problem. Way I see it, my problem ought to solve itself.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Makes a bit of a sweeping gesture.] Then all you have to do is direct me to the exit, right? I don't see why we can't just get along. We're Imagin after all... [bit of a pointed glance here] ... aren't we?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

...And now you're doubting what I am. [Ever seen a blood red skull with amber eyes glare? Well, you are now] You know what they say about holes and digging, right?

You want out, I'll show you out. But I want answers first. Call it fair trade.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I can't smell you. I'd say the doubt is warranted here.

[Crosses his arms and tilts his head back in thought. After a moment, he tilts it back down.] Answers?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

You got a better explanation? I'd love to hear it.

Answers. Like, who are you, where are you supposed to be, what are you supposed to be doing. The ones worth my attention.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... You're not an Imagin. Right?

Who am I? [Shrugs.] Where am I supposed to be? Not here. What am I supposed to be doing? Furthering our goal. [And here, he smirks.]

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