WHO:
coldbeansnsugar,
sable_cloak, [open]
WHERE: Somewhere on the streets of the city
WHEN: September 26th, late evening//night
WARNINGS: Rorschach of all people spamming his goddamn thoughts right into other people's heads? ...guess that does require a warning... Also: Rambling, wordiness, one silly theory and... eh... Bad punctuation? ...and my brain just jumped down the
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At the moment that Rorschach walked by, projecting his thoughts in what the telepathically endowed Shadow felt constituted a shout, he turned his head with everyone else around him and tried to locate the source. He handed the vendor some cash for the newspaper in his hand and casually started a stroll in the direction that he thought the thoughts had gone. If he could catch up, he might be able to determine if this was an intended assault on citizen psyche, or unintentional. Either way, he wanted to know who the unknown individual was that displayed such a use of thought projection.
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Once more, he snorted to himself /Still can't trust instincts. Doesn't work. Credulous individuals everywhere, suspecting nothing, yet posing hindrance. Hell could arise every moment and they would know not better than to grovel in submission, blindly accepting their fate. Typical./
He stopped, if only for a moment or two, before heading down into a nearby alley. If he indeed was being followed, and it wasn't just the overall crowdiness of the city that perked his suspicion, he would find out that way.
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When Rorschach stopped and then turned down an alley, it put The Shadow into a bottleneck of sorts. To follow would give away his position, to find a way around might mean to lose the man. It was time to play his hand as a less-than-adept man trying to follow Rorschach. He walked by the end of the alley, then stopped, backtracking as if something had caught his attention. Turning down the alley, he continued his casual stroll, throwing an occasional glance over his shoulder as if he feared something to jump out from behind him at any time.
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The man stepping into the alley, though, was mostly inconspicuous, aside from the obvious fact that he, indeed, walked right into the alley. And by doing so straight into Rorschach's circle of suspicion.
/Hiding something./ was the one conclusion Rorschach quickly latched into half a moment before he dropped down onto the ground once more, blocking the stranger's way out and pointing his grappling gun straight at him, growling §Who are you?"
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When Rorschach landed before him, he stopped dead in his tracks, but the look on his face was one of boredom, rather than fear or surprise. The grappling gun is unexpected, however. His face retains the same expression, almost mask-like in its lack of change as his eyes wander to the hook, then back to the man's face.
"Lamont Cranston. Who are you?"
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"Been following me. Why?" he asked next, his voice sharp and the tension in his body raising a bit further as he focused his attention on the other man's body language, but also keep an eye on their surroundings just in case this Lamont was in for a sudden assault. The alley offered enough possibilities for an escape. But also many ways to inflict damage to a human body.
/Garbage can, drain pipe, fire escape. Shouldn't waste hook. Focus on minor wounds, possible dislocation. Might hold valuable information./
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Indeed there are many ways to inflict damage on the human body, The Shadow has spent years studying them, but he prepares mentally to dodge an attack should it come. He does not want a fight tonight, only answers.
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/Right. Underneath uncaring demeanor, groveling mankind has only grown more paranoid than ever. Just hiding it as they fail to hide their sins. Fitting./
A snort. And with a halfway tilted head, he asks "Problem with face? Might want to get used to it."
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"Your face is hardly the issue." Though it was a point of interest. "The people here have seen enough variety in the beings brought by the Porter machine. I'm talking about what you're doing to their minds."
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"Hrrn." he finally settled for a reply "Minds. Not doing anything to them!" Rorschach claimed and at least lowered his grappling gun. Mostly because the mere idea of this accusation seemed kind of absurd to him /Might be making people go mad. Need to investigate./
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/Impossible!/
"What are you talking about?!"
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/Not true. Not possible. Just some kind of trick!/
"Who send you?! Why?"
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He gives an annoyed sigh.
"There are no tricks, and the machine that brought us here is in fact capable of such feats. I have nothing to gain by tricking you, and no one sent me." He eyes the raised weapon warily. Threatened, the man may very well use it. "It's important that you find a way to shut off the projection of your thoughts. Not only would people appreciate it, it's for your own safety. An open mind can be easily manipulated, and attacked."
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Behind his mask, Rorschach snarled and took another half step backwards "No proof. Why should I believe you?"
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