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the matrix (da) twin one

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[One is standing.

His posture is immaculate as ever, but there is a contradictory feel to his body that hints at both the casual and the tense, a taut equilibrium that adds the slightest hint of individuality to an otherwise uniform manner. It could be observed that in his right hand he is holding, loosely, a straight razor. His head is tilted every so slightly, as if he is intensely focused on a sound inaudible to anyone else.

One is standing, and has been since the very second that the day turned. He has made no movement in all that time, except for one: every hour, on the hour, the straight razor's blade slides out and is then smartly clicked back into the handle.]

(ooc: backdated to the 20th!!)

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[enter, Ray, sometime in the late afternoon, early evening (at least by his time). hello, One]

Well, don't you look the part of the statue.

We believe you have something for us.

You must be mistaken. [smirk] Haven't got a thing.

[razor click]

Is that so?

You heard me.

[And there's the cold tip of a gun making Ray's scalp chilly.]

Sorry, you'll have to repeat yourself.

[One takes a long step forward as Two comes on to the scene.]

[Ray goes immediately stiff as soon as he feels the gun at the back of his head, though he says nothing - which could either be defiance or fear]

[There's a quiet pause for a moment. Spoken in that slow, cold, smooth Matrixy way,]

Well?

[looms]

I don't- I don't have it. I can't get it. [he's keeping himself as even as possible, and distinctly detached. fuck he wishes he could just kill the both of them right now]

[Two sounds vaguely sympathetic in a very put-on, dark, dripping-with-sarcasm kind of way.]

Oh, that won't do, will it?

[One, on the other hand, is all detached chill, with an ominous undercurrent. There is a notable pause between each word, and he moves to put the blade of the razor just under Ray's jawline, pushing the flat to make him push his head back or get cut.]

Not one bit.

[he tightens one hand into a fist as he's more or less forced to expose his throat] Nothin' I can do 'bout it.

Is that your final answer?

Think carefully.

[pushes slightly harder and leans forward, his slight breath on Ray's throat]

[he grits his teeth] I said there's nothin' I can do 'bout it.

[Two reaffirms his grip on the gun, readying, and says nothing.]

[One cocks his head to the side in hilariously (maybe only to them) fake disbelief and sighs gently, as if this is very boring.]

[and his breath quickens just a bit] Doin' this ain't- ain't gonna get it back. [he's now trying to find a way not to get shot in the head, now. because he's quite certain there'll be no one around to talk them out of it]

[Two leans in, voice dropping.]

And what will?

[Ray's quickened breath serves to sharpen One's focus, though he remains motionless]

Just wait. I can't get it now, I said. Might... might be able to when things clear up.

[Two eases the gun back slightly, but his voice is more harsh.]
When?

[One, on the other hand, presses a little harder, though their voices are matched.]

Might?

[damnit] Another week or two. Gotta let things clear up... and the might is dependin' on if I get caught.

[Two raises an eyebrow at One over Ray's shoulder. He sounds mildly amused.]

What do we think?

[The corner of One's mouth twitches]

He has already had essentially a week.

A week in which I couldn't do a fuckin' thing!

Your inadequacy is not our concern.

Nor are your insubstantial excuses.

Ain't my fault neither of you wanna listen to the truth! 'sides, like I said, shoot me, and you ain't ever gonna get it back.

[Two stays silent for a moment, weighing his options. He doesn't really care about the knife; he just hates being told no. He pushes the gun against Ray's head slightly.]

Do you enjoy being alive?

[One obligingly presses just a little bit on the knife- though, considering, by this point Ray probably can hardly move his head back further.]

's a stupid question.

[Two cocks the gun. :|]

[ :| ]

[and again his breath quickens. he doesn't say a thing, because right now, he's more focused on keeping what composure he can]

[Two takes that as a 'yes.' He rather abruptly lowers the gun, but puts a hand firmly on Ray's shoulder and speaks into the opposite ear.]

One more week.

[And lets go.]

[The second Two finishes his sentence, One leans in obnoxiously close and drags the razor down and in- definitely to cut Ray, but not so much to cause real injury; he attempts a sucker punch for good measure before phasing through him and turn sharply, he and his twin side by side.]

[he's cut and punched, but after One phases through him, Ray gets the hell away from them and makes a very quick exit by dropping from the Plane]

[Two's head turns slightly, slowly, to kind of almost face his twin at an angle, and the smallest of smiles breaks the usual stoicism of his expression.]

[One, for his part, tilts his chin up slightly, which in Twinspeak is probably comparable to an Herbal Essences commercial.]

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