Characters: Tatsu
yoraetatsu, Bridge
handy_psychic, Renae
artistic_spaz, Mirage
plottingthisDate/Time: March 28th
Location: The Fourth Floor/The City Without Shape
Rating: PG (possibly PG-13 depending on how you interpret a line or two.)
Summary: The elevator dumps the group out, and they see one of Tatsu's memories. Or do they?
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You who hear their call/Abandon yourself to fate/and surrender yourself/to all... )
Given the circumstances, observing was the most favorable option. He watched as the female human barricaded the doors and helped the man escape, the man who was different, according to the female. The question of how different this white-haired male was followed instantly, but the scene gave out no explanation. He frowned. A nuisance.
But the image (feed? projection? illusion?) before him merely concluded what he had always believed. He watched with the slightest amusement as the commotion played out before him. Humans are a conflict among themselves, and they will always be.
Unless a wave of change begins.
And suddenly the scene is gone, and he's back to his usual surroundings, and he's slightly disoriented but he shakes-forces-it away; best not to let down his guard. And when he turned to the sound beside him and saw Tatsu in a rather troubled state, the familiar smirk on his lips returned.
"He was you, you say?"
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