machiavelli.

[reconstructs.livejournal.com]

_{{ 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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[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.]