machiavelli.

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_{{ A man in a blank, white mask and a black fedora stands statue still nearby the entrance of a hallway, the book Il Principe in hand. Just who might it be? }}

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[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[....okay, someone is kind of staring because that's an unusual outfit in this place. don't mind the splint and sling he's got his arm in.]

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

It's not polite to stare.

_{{ The words are written in pen where the man was standing (who's now conveniently very close behind to you) that you were staring at a second ago, now closing the book he was reading }}

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[blinks owlishly at the words, until he realizes the guy's still there and whips around to stare at him, hiding the wince when his arm moves too much.]

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{{ Of course, as soon as Sora whips behind to see, he's back where he is with a card in his free hand, offering it to Sora. It says: Quite an injury you've got there, Sora. Care to reminisce? }}

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[...takes it cautiously, reading it over.]

How 'bout you tell me who you are first?

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{{ My, what a question. Has the card changed? One inference, or I keep my anonymity. }}

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[...blinks down at the card. what is these words.]

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{{ Silly Sora, learn to smartass. He's just going to wait for his guess. }}

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[yeah sorry he's just going to frown at the card, then at him.]

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

<sub>{ Goodness. He shakes his head and a new card appears in its place.

How disappointing, Sora. Very well, I shall remain a stranger. }</sub>

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[FROWNING AT YOU.]

That's not fair.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

<sub>{ The man jerks his head in sarcastic curiosity. New card!

Tell me, how is it 'not fair'? }</sub>

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

You already know who I am.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

<sub>{ If a man in a mask could stare, he's staring. Another card.

Only a dull man wouldn't know your face in this place, whereas I have quite the upper hand. }</sub>

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

Still doesn't make it fair.

[the card thing is getting really creepy.]

[timewarping.livejournal.com]

[ Headtilt. A young boy is curious, toying with a die in his hand. ]

Anonymous. A pleasure.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{{ Of course. You'd best watch where that die is, boy, but the tilt of the man's head hints him as quite curious. That die might have some writing on the 1-side: Pleasure indeed. 2-side: Name? }}

[sundering-stone.livejournal.com]

[Who indeed, but Elaeus doesn't seem at all bothered by his presence.]

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{{ Ah, someone he knows. He won't bother with the time tricks on this one. }}

Eleaus. It has been a while.

[sundering-stone.livejournal.com]

Even for the man who has all the time in the world?

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

Ah, true. But to me, time is relative-- I may have all the time in the world, you certainly do not. Might you say it's been a while? _{{ Closes book. }}

It's a pity you're such a rarity to find in these parts.

[sundering-stone.livejournal.com]

I might.

As for the second matter, it's not something I can necessarily control.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

Certainly. Of course, you must have some interesting tale to tell of your time here, yes?

[sundering-stone.livejournal.com]

A few, perhaps.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{{ He shall be sitting in a chair, now, with another placed behind Eleaus. }}

Please, enlighten me.

[sundering-stone.livejournal.com]

[Elaeus will be quite glad to take the seat.]

There's a variety of worlds connected to here; I've heard some thoroughly interesting things about some of them.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

Yes, I've heard this place has been a... nexus of universes, to put shortly. But in honesty, I have little interest in places. Tell me of people.

[sundering-stone.livejournal.com]

I've heard of versions of us that lack hearts. 'Nobodies,' they seem to be called.