[There is an Anotsu floating above the City atop a board of tatami mats, his arms crossed as he peers down at the surroundings. He is undisturbed by the other things floating around, his object to inspect the City from above as a strategist. Points of weakness, strongholds, et cetera. All in a day's work for the leader of the Itto-ryu.]Hmm. How ( Read more... )

Does this box really work? . . .

Fine.

Who brought us here? Show yourself!

I don't want to return, but I have to . . . and this girl wants to.

Show yourself, and take us back!

[Anotsu is standing atop his apartment building, watching the City beneath him. It is alive with activity, but he is a picture of stillness, separate from the madness below.]

[His slitted eyes are dark with thought, wrought in his own world, before he finally turns away from the edge.]

Hmm.

[Another idle day ( Read more... )

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[The camera flicks on to show Anotsu's face. He is pale in the darkness of the Underground, slitted eyes gleaming faintly by the light of the screen. Blood streaks across his face and his clothes, some of it dried, the rest still fresh and metallic . . . however, none of it is his.]The search was not futile . . . not that I would have let it be ( Read more... )

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Truth, is it?

The truth is whatever works.

Think of that which is real to you.

That which suits you.

That which you believe.

That then becomes your truth, does it not?

Heh.

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