A slight figure in a trench coat and fedora stepped warily into the room. He looked around. Where one would expect to see a face, there was instead a white fabric with symmetrical black markings, which shifted slowly, creating different shapes that might resemble any number of things, depending on who you asked: now a pretty butterfly, now a dead
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"Fucking CHEDDAR!!!!"
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"The last person I met who thought he could cure the world of evil died like a rabid dog," he said calmly. "He told himself he was a god but he was nothing more than a mass murderer. Your ideals seem similar, although I gather your methods are more direct."
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"No, you see, good needs evil to define itself," he pointed out. "It's like your mask. Without the black and white, it'd just be grey."
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In the back of his mind, Walter Kovacs was thinking of a little girl and dogs fighting over a human bone.
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"There aren't enough," he breathed. "People who are willing. Not in this world."
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"Mikami." He extended a hand, cautiously. "Why do you wear that?"
It seemed wrong, in someone who worked for justice. Of course, if he'd been a little more together he'd have remembered that covering one's face didn't have the same significance in this world that it did in Kira's.
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The question made him pause. He answered simply, enigmatically. "It's my face."
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Rorschach turned to look this newcomer over. He sniffed, and then made a low, rumbling noise in this throat. "Hurm... What kind of school?"
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"Magic, if you believe in such a thing." He looked down (and down, Kurama was quite a bit taller than the 'new kid') at the applicant, a half-amused expression on his face. It wasn't hard to guess at the reason for the disapproving noise Rorschach had made. "Among a few other subjects."
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