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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 24, 2018 16:03:53 GMT -8
No name?
Had that bastard stolen her name as well? Considering how he seems to treat others, he can only guess that's where her injuries came from too.
"in that case, I'll call you Scarlet."
"Horus" stands up, dusting off his clothes. She has an offer, to take him to "the home". It sounds like a probably abuse filled trap, but it's at least somewhere different.
"I can accept that. Lead the way." He then smiles with his teeth showing. Still used to an excuse for a mouth that could never close...
"Horus" prepares to follow behind her, but not before looking around to check for any dangers.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 26, 2018 11:54:34 GMT -8
"Horus" follows behind Scarlet. It seems to look safe around here... but he can't let his guard down. "Chronos" could be hiding anywhere, waiting to kick his teeth in.
Thankfully, the walk is uneventful and neither of them got jumped. a slight relief, but as anyone knows, sometimes the greatest threats are within the walls of your own home.
He gazes up at the house. where has he seen this place before...
"So this is the place. Let's go inside."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 27, 2018 0:25:27 GMT -8
"Horus" looks about at the rather curious assortment of furniture.
Clearly whomever runs the place has some very vocal interests, that which if were contested, would likely cause a scene, at very least.
"That is... quite the collection." He tries to keep his remarks neutral, to avoid repercussions in potentially unsafe territory.
"Horus" finds a place to sit down, and notices the selection of pictures. Where has he seen them before...
...wait, she was the one he remembered just a short while ago! But that top-hatted one...
...he decides not to stare at the photos any longer.
"So... what is the chain of command in this residence? Who is in charge, must I ask?"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 28, 2018 0:49:50 GMT -8
...She?!
The one he had practically slaughtered long ago? Then again, it could be someone else of their group, right? The photos could be of the previous owners, right?
Regardless, if they find out he killed, or almost killed the girl in the photos, who knows what they might do to him.
...fuck, what if "Chronos" already knows...
"Horus" tries to relax, but he can't. Not with so much possible danger. He clearly looks nervous sitting there on the couch.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 30, 2018 7:59:05 GMT -8
"Horus" flinches.
...it's her.
She's here.
Maybe she won't recognize him. Yeah, sure. He doesn't exactly look like he did back then, right?
He can only hope for the best.
(Fat chance on that though.)
"Horus" sits nervously on the couch, avoiding any eye contact whatsoever. He dare not say anything, least his voice somehow give him away.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 31, 2018 7:57:16 GMT -8
She... doesn't recognize him?
...perfect.
He addresses her with a skillfully applied appearance of concern.
"...oh thank goodness you are awake, my dear. there's, been a bit of a problem." He stands up.
"I am afraid, my identity has been stolen. an assailant of similar appearance made me look this way, and took my name. I, cannot even say it anymore. I've been on the run as he's been threatening me, not even using the name I once had. I've been going by the name "Horus" since then. Please tell me you can help me get my old identity back..."
Sometimes the best lies are the ones sprinkled in a very loose truth seasoning and served on the most elegant of platters...
If this works, he might just be able to get further in his mission.
"Another thing... the girl in red... the one who is cooking right now... what she had seen may have not been entirely accurate. The one who turned me like this had... done a lot of things to dissuade others from recognizing me for who I truly am."
That should do it. Gotta make sure his story is airtight. One weak link and it'll be back to the dumpster for him...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 2, 2018 16:22:02 GMT -8
Phew. She bought it. "Horus" will need to stick to that story for a while.
Only one problem though:
Scarlet. Or should he say, Ruby.
He'll need to figure out how to fully work with the factor of the bandaged girl with the red dress.
For now though, he stays in place, watching and waiting.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 3, 2018 20:20:35 GMT -8
"Horus" flinches in shock from the voice. He's used to occasional voices, but the cutting edge to this one seems... stronger.
Of course, it's just like Ruby's voice... but she's clearly not speaking. at least, not directly.
Unfortunately, she knows.
With the request, it seems he has been shunted into the role of "Hypnos", as it would appear. No matter, at least he has one less anxiety at his back.
He can still pursue the bitch who took his identity undercover. it's just a matter of being prepared to fight for his life once he reaches that readiness point... whenever that may be.
But in the meantime, it appears "Horus" is going to have to get used to wearing a top hat for a while...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 4, 2018 0:09:56 GMT -8
"Horus" holds the diary in his hands. Memories buried in the back of his mind let themselves be known. Still with glaring holes in them, but rushing back nevertheless.
It takes him back to a previous life...
...when he was still Thoren.
To believe... this diary, which he had given to his younger self in that dark timeline, had made its way back to his hands...
He hears them mention going to church.
"Horus" hasn't stepped foot in a place of worship like that since... well, since he was back in Idaho, still a child. Then again, it's hard for him to accept those memories as his own, due to it being before he received the virus that allowed him to manifest completely. He was merely a dark corner of a child's troubled mind before those days.
Despite that, he can't help but be somewhat repulsed about the idea of going to church, let alone just for an errend. Goes against his style. Who knows how many idiots will try to kick him out for practically being a demon or whatever probably.
The girl's question snaps him out of his reverie. He scrambles to regain his focus.
"...I am getting to it. I'll need some time for this."
He opens up to a random page near the back, arriving at the page with a sonic oc drawn on it. Who the fuck drew that in there anyways?
"If we'll be going out, I will need to wear something more... suitable, correct? I don't suppose my spare nice outfit is where I left it?"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 4, 2018 16:48:20 GMT -8
"Horus" is stunned by the bloodstained messages on those pages. Something about that accusation of false love... it hurts for an unknown reason. whomever wrote those, they're pissed at him.
with a closer look, considering the doodles, it appears that the lady of the house was the other one involved... Yet another reason for him to be attacked once she finds out.
He looks up from his reading again, a hint of fear in his voice, just barely covered by an almost posh facade.
"...I was just making sure they did not get moved while I was gone. I'll be right back."
He scoots past, diary in hand. Considering there's an upstairs, it's likely Hypnos's room is up there too, right?
"Horus" begins to climb the stairs, towards what is likely the room he's looking for.
Not having prying eyes on him for a moment would be appreciated.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 4, 2018 23:35:36 GMT -8
"Horus" enters Hypnos's room, and breathes a sigh of relief. A moment of respite, he hopes. The diary still in his hand still haunts him with its bloodstained messages of contempt. Unfortunately, he still needs to examine it the rest of the way through, and likely give a comprehensive analysis of the contents in a way that only someone like this "Hypnos" fellow could. Something involving medicine perhaps? Nah, that makes no sense.
In the event of there being none watching him, he takes a moment before walking over to the closet or a more obvious place with Hypnos's trademark attire present, and tries putting it on. Hopefully his horns fit under that hat...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 5, 2018 22:52:53 GMT -8
"Horus" puts on Hypnos's outfit. It seems odd how nicely everything fits, but that seems to be the least of his problems for now. Soon he'll have to face the trials of going back downstairs and... going to church. All that while studying a diary and concocting a set of lies regarding his analysis for the sake of believability. He's got his work cut out for him, that's for sure.
The photo piques his interest. "Horus" walks over to look at it, planning on leaving the room soon after.
He can't stay in here forever, as much as he'd almost want to right now.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 6, 2018 7:30:17 GMT -8
"Horus" stumbles back in shock. There's that same accusation again. It strikes him deeply, and it hurts.
He stands there, unable to move for the longest moment. Tears roll down his cheeks, trajectories only altered by his constant jittering.
He... did love her, right? They have to be wrong! He wouldn't try to hurt her... would he?
"Horus" is unsure if he even wants to try and remember more...
It might take him a minute or two at least to return to his senses.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 6, 2018 22:54:06 GMT -8
Medicine...
What is this Medicine meant to cure anyways?
What sort of remedy... is this because he's part virus?
Wait, viruses can't be eradicated by mere medicine, he's fine.
But then why does it hurt so much... Why do mere words against him cause so much pain...
The knock at the door interrupts his thoughts.
"...I'll, I'll be out soon, be patient!" His voice stammers slightly, though he scrambles to put the mask back on upon his disposition.
The real Hypnos wouldn't be seen reacting like this, now would he?
"Horus" takes a moment to try and clear his mind long enough to return to business.
A couple deep breaths and a sleeve's worth of tears later, he seems at least ready to be seen. He "calmly" walks to the door, diary in hand. He opens it and shows himself to whomever waits on the other side.
"I am ready now. Shall we get going?"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 7, 2018 11:23:06 GMT -8
"Horus" nods and follows behind, with that fake-ass grin. His troubles and tormented thoughts sit blazing at the back burner, unseen to most.
She looks so uncannily similar to the pale girl... this, "medicine", he assumes. What does that make her, cough syrup?
...Nah, she's more like a handful of candy. A cinnamon roll perhaps...
...it's going to hurt when he has to take off that mask to pummel the asshole who took his identity...
She's going to be hurt...
..."Horus" doesn't want to think about things like that right now.
Maybe he'll just try to enjoy what he's got in the moment... if he can...
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