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secret heart, why so mysterious | [semi-open 8) | incomplete ]

Oct 19, 2008 21:57

WHO: Tom Marvolo Riddle, Usopp
WHAT: Discussing his options.
WHERE: MONACERRO TERRITORY. A vaguely classy bar.
WHEN: d160.

( this very secret that you're trying to conceal (is the very same one you're dying to reveal) )

usopp, tom marvolo riddle

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longnosedliar October 20 2008, 05:07:06 UTC

Usopp walked into the bar, a hand slipped easily into his pocket. He had noticed something around him, lately. Now, Usopp was paranoid at the best of times, and was able to imagine the greatest dangers lurking behind the most innocent of trash cans (or at least as innocent as they got, around here) but this time, he was positive. There was somebody following him, and he didn't know who, or... why, even. Usopp was a bland figure to most, a lanky kid who seemed to be permanently stained with grease and paint ( ... )

stillnamed October 20 2008, 05:20:51 UTC

A gun. A gun would've done little against him, really. He had fast reflexes, but a faster mouth; the gun would've been on the floor of his own volition before the thought to pull the trigger had even passed the young man's mind. Of his own abilities, Tom was overly confident -- not much had changed since his school days.

The boy was sharp, he was convinced of it. He was one of many to come, of which Tom was also convinced. So many young, scared, confused children looking for guidance. And who better to protect them? To help them grow? After all, they were part of the future, just as Tom was. Their destinies were all thoroughly intertwined, in the long run.

"My name is T. Riddle, Mr. Usopp," Tom said with restrained elation. This was the beginning. On his face sat a smile -- it wasn't happy, however. It was greedy.

"I believe I can help you become something great."

longnosedliar October 20 2008, 05:39:16 UTC

As engaged in thought as he was, Usopp jolted when the man next to him spoke. Almost immediately after, he assumed that this was the man following him. What else would explain the fearsome glint in his eye, the humorless smile upon his face? Usopp fought his primal instincts to look as if he was halfway brave, and he turned to face Riddle slowly, his hand fisting around the mug to stop it from shaking.

"H-hello--" damn, a stutter, "--Mr. Riddle."

He paused, releasing the mug immediately. What if it was poisoned? A million what-ifs crossed his mind, but thankfully, his tongue wagged of its own accord. Asking how he knew his name? Stupid. Usopp's name was one given freely. "What are you talking about?" Not much better, but it was, by some.

This was terrifying.

stillnamed October 21 2008, 05:44:29 UTC

Tom brought his own glass to his lips, peering at Usopp over the rim. He watched the boy carefully, registering the fear and the careful cover blankly; that didn't concern him now.

"What do you know of the name Monacello?" asked Tom slowly, fingers curling around his glass, eyes alight with possibility.

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