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? }}

flickering mirror

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[sometimes... sometimes he wonders if it's wise to continue exploring when bored. today is one of those times. he's standing in a white room that may feel familiar to some, even though besides being white there aren't any similarities to Castle Oblivion. the only thing inside the room is a large but simple fountain. the oddity here can be spotted quite easily; instead of water, there is blood running through the fountain. and no, it's not fake.

he finds himself staring down at the blood with more curiosity than horror- that is, until a reflection suddenly shimmers into existence where he's staring. and he immediately stumbles backwards, wide-eyed, wondering why the haunted eyes of a child he hasn't seen in well over a year had been peering up at him in familiar betrayal.]



(ooc: Okay so here's the deal. It's obviously not your regular fountain o' blood: if your character looks into it, and have killed someone at any point in their life, whether on purpose or by accident, they'll end up seeing the reflection of that person or even possibly hearing that dead/once dead character's voice echoing in their ears. If they've killed more than once, the choice is up to you who they see, but it'd probably be the one they most regret killing.)

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[mightypete.livejournal.com]

Geh heh heh.

With all these people here it'd be a cinch to build me up an army of heartless.

[Says Pete, who's slinking around in the hall]

All I've gotta do is make 'em snap, and then they'll be eatin' outta the palm of my hand.