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Prologue
Where does the truth end and the lie begin? Most of the original cast returns as Mabase is once again turned into a nightmarish wonderland of violence, lies, and of course plenty of furi kuri.
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He glances up when he hears a commotion out in the walkway. He's at the very end of the block, as far away from the others as they can get him. Their official reason for this is that it's for his own protection, but personally he believes its the other way around. They don't want anybody attacking him because he'll win, and then their attorneys will lose all those lovely fees, and the administrators here will probably be sued. Their concerns are legitimate, of course, he doesn't generally like to get into confrontations but when he does he'll always win. At any rate he can't see who's out there and doesn't expect to, but he gets a surprise when the echoing footsteps continue all the way down that long industrial gray hall.
That perks his interest enough to get him to his feet. He walks across the small room and peers out as best he can, trying to see who is coming his way. As it turns out they walk all the way down the hall so he can get a damn good look at them. The warden, the director, and a female that has to be a high ranking official in the GSPB. It's the latter that starts him chuckling, even before they stop in front of his cell. The warden scowls at him.
"She got away." He says brightly, letting himself fall into wild laughter.
"I see this comes as no surprise to you." The GSPB chick says sharply.
He gasps in a breath. "Shouldn't come as a surprise to you, either, love."
"Hey, show some respect." The director barks.
"What're you going to do, arrest me?" He leans casually against the bars.
The Fraternity girl steps in before an altercation can start in honest. "We have a proposition for you."
"Oh, really?" He puts a spin on the tone that makes her blush in spite of herself at the choice of words. She's the one outside the bars, but he's already managed to totally take over the conversation.
"Your freedom for her capture." She might as well just put it all out on the table now.
That stops him. He peers at her quizzically, his pale eyes looking right through her. He's so odd looking, she thinks as she watches him ponder, and yet undeniably appealing. He stands almost a yard taller than she, looking down at her over the sharply hooked beak of a predatory bird, his strange winglike arms crossed carelessly over a broad chest that comes to a soft angle in the front where she supposes his ancestors must have anchored flight muscles. A series of rudders run down his long back, birdlike legs with gripping claws are crossed at the knee as he lounges against the bars. He's not by far the strangest looking creature she's ever seen, but she certainly shouldn't be attracted to him, and the devil of it is that she is. There's an electricity about him that draws her in as it must have done to countless others, a totally undeniable pull, a boundless energy and freedom and overt sexuality that crackles around him like an aura. Looking at him makes her color, and she finds herself shifting in place, suddenly very aware of what is in-between her legs.
"That seems like an awfully expensive gamble." He says after a moment. His silver eyes are still locked on hers; the world is slowly fading away at the corners.
"Yes, well...." She had though he'd make a remark like that and had an explanation prepared, but she couldn't concentrate on the script she had in her head.
"You must want her awfully badly." He's softened his voice to a low rumble and she instinctively takes a step toward him.
"Hey! Knock it off!" It's the warden who breaks in, slamming his nightstick against the bars with a clang like a temple bell.
The agent jumps slightly, blinking in embarrassed surprise; he, however, only casually tilts his head away from the movement.
"She's in violation of the Eroero laws." The GSPB agent says quickly, regaining her composure with some effort.
"Ah, and now that's an offense that you'll release me to repremand?" He should, by all logic, not be able to manage a charming smile with his physioligy, but there it is anyway. "What are you really after her for?" It's a conspiratorial remark, and the patrol agent almost answers him.
"Look, are you going to do it or not?" The director snaps.
It doesn't really take much internal debate. One of his strongest defining charicteristics, one that has gotten him in trouble more times than he can count, is a strong and insatiable curiosity. He simply has to know why they want her that badly, and the only way he's going to find out is to ask her in person.
He shrugs. "Sure. Why not. But on one condition."
"What's that?" The fraternity lady asks, not looking directly at him.
He smiles again and starts to lay out his terms.
That perks his interest enough to get him to his feet. He walks across the small room and peers out as best he can, trying to see who is coming his way. As it turns out they walk all the way down the hall so he can get a damn good look at them. The warden, the director, and a female that has to be a high ranking official in the GSPB. It's the latter that starts him chuckling, even before they stop in front of his cell. The warden scowls at him.
"She got away." He says brightly, letting himself fall into wild laughter.
"I see this comes as no surprise to you." The GSPB chick says sharply.
He gasps in a breath. "Shouldn't come as a surprise to you, either, love."
"Hey, show some respect." The director barks.
"What're you going to do, arrest me?" He leans casually against the bars.
The Fraternity girl steps in before an altercation can start in honest. "We have a proposition for you."
"Oh, really?" He puts a spin on the tone that makes her blush in spite of herself at the choice of words. She's the one outside the bars, but he's already managed to totally take over the conversation.
"Your freedom for her capture." She might as well just put it all out on the table now.
That stops him. He peers at her quizzically, his pale eyes looking right through her. He's so odd looking, she thinks as she watches him ponder, and yet undeniably appealing. He stands almost a yard taller than she, looking down at her over the sharply hooked beak of a predatory bird, his strange winglike arms crossed carelessly over a broad chest that comes to a soft angle in the front where she supposes his ancestors must have anchored flight muscles. A series of rudders run down his long back, birdlike legs with gripping claws are crossed at the knee as he lounges against the bars. He's not by far the strangest looking creature she's ever seen, but she certainly shouldn't be attracted to him, and the devil of it is that she is. There's an electricity about him that draws her in as it must have done to countless others, a totally undeniable pull, a boundless energy and freedom and overt sexuality that crackles around him like an aura. Looking at him makes her color, and she finds herself shifting in place, suddenly very aware of what is in-between her legs.
"That seems like an awfully expensive gamble." He says after a moment. His silver eyes are still locked on hers; the world is slowly fading away at the corners.
"Yes, well...." She had though he'd make a remark like that and had an explanation prepared, but she couldn't concentrate on the script she had in her head.
"You must want her awfully badly." He's softened his voice to a low rumble and she instinctively takes a step toward him.
"Hey! Knock it off!" It's the warden who breaks in, slamming his nightstick against the bars with a clang like a temple bell.
The agent jumps slightly, blinking in embarrassed surprise; he, however, only casually tilts his head away from the movement.
"She's in violation of the Eroero laws." The GSPB agent says quickly, regaining her composure with some effort.
"Ah, and now that's an offense that you'll release me to repremand?" He should, by all logic, not be able to manage a charming smile with his physioligy, but there it is anyway. "What are you really after her for?" It's a conspiratorial remark, and the patrol agent almost answers him.
"Look, are you going to do it or not?" The director snaps.
It doesn't really take much internal debate. One of his strongest defining charicteristics, one that has gotten him in trouble more times than he can count, is a strong and insatiable curiosity. He simply has to know why they want her that badly, and the only way he's going to find out is to ask her in person.
He shrugs. "Sure. Why not. But on one condition."
"What's that?" The fraternity lady asks, not looking directly at him.
He smiles again and starts to lay out his terms.
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