Early Marks Appear On Walls [ OPEN ]

[magnus]

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself was undone

Aged books were something he liked; he found them a useful novelty to be read and studied. Magnus’ blue eyes wandered up towards the ceiling, taking mental inventory of the books that lined the rickety wooden shelves. These were what remained of the literary work after the apocalyptic virus. These were what remained of what they’ve left, or were forced to leave, or anything else really. Some books were in shambles, some were in passable shape, and some were lucky enough to get new leases on life and be rewritten.

The German made his way deeper and deeper into the library, though the building itself wasn’t excessively extravagant; it was how he liked it. He had grown up in a modest family, after all. He had read through his previous book and was now in search of another, as reading had always been a nice thing to him. It gave him something to think about, and though he had too much on his plate to be distracted at the moment, he liked it nonetheless.

The clicking of his boots were all he could hear as he made his way to the back section; history and biographies. What was he hoping to find? Something. Anything. The wall of books itself was less intimidating than he thought, and there were less of them than he imagined. It was too bad, really, but he selected a random one he was sure he hadn’t seen before and sat himself down at one of the various tables.

Magnus was the sort who liked his peace and quiet.

No more calling like a crow
For a boy, for a body in the garden

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;]What a simple establishment, and what a heaven sent. Dono had breezed through Regent Library in the past, and he had read all of which he found would interest him. In fact, his diary, specifically the last version of it, was filled with summaries of the books he had read. Dono was very much into the history of the world and the events of the present. Thus, he had explored the depths of the library, and understood a lot. Dono's diary had truthfully become sort of almanac, and he liked it that way. Currently, the man stood right outside of the building. Dono had gradually become used to the terrible atmosphere and unpleasant beings in the area. To him, and many others, it had become a part of normal life. There were so many things to blame, however something that Dono didn't do was use his research to blame people. He had no real straight opinions on Episect, or the underground "black market" in which others of his kind engaged in. Dono entered the library, in which he had become familiar with over time. In the past, Dono feared that if the virus were to have survived in any area, it would survive in a public area, such as this library. But, he maintained his normal state, not that he liked to brandish around the fact that he was just a normal human, whereas others had to carry about the DNA of a Pokemon and were dubbed (quite unfairly in his mind) Gijinka. Dono didn't know what he was searching for this particular day, but seeing as how he had read just about everything that peaked his interest in this library (in which Dono could quite plainly notice was growing low on resources), his true interest was just anything that would hold his attention for a while. The first thing he came to notice was a man, someone that he did not know. Magnus was this man, and without putting much thought into it, Dono plucked a book off the shelves and sat down at a table. From this spot, he could clearly watch Magnus while he put some thought into what actions he wanted to execute in this situation. This building was actually quite large in size, however at this current time there was barely anyone here. At any rate, it would remain this silent. Dono didn't get a good look at the book that Magnus was reading, however he figured that it wouldn't matter all too much. He had no reason to have his interest peaked in this man. But, today's diary entry would be looking pretty bland had Dono not found something to write about. Standing up slowly, Dono closed the book he had plucked at random and placed it at his side as he walked towards Magnus. Sitting down right in front of him, Dono placed his dusty book down on the table and looked at Magnus. He had made very little noise, however made little effort to conceal his appearance. Talking the in library really wasn't permitted, however Dono was confident in his ability to remain silent enough as to evade any intervention from authority. "Hello sir, I'm Dono Riakai." Dono whispered the Magnus.[/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 539 • FOR MAGNUS • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[magnus]

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself was undone

Books were of little use to escape from reality, as most seemed to use them for. The blond always looked at the words, the prose, the story and plot so objectively, as if it were happening somewhere else, and definitely not in his head. He had too much on his mind to let his attention “escape”, so to speak, and had too many common enemies to allow his guard down even in reading. This was possibly why he liked history books; because it was all real. This was the material he had grown up with; that Pasha and Anya had taught him. It reminded him of home, where he didn’t even know if he was welcome any longer.

He turned the page, out of the corner of his eye becoming aware of another presence. It wasn’t that uncommon to have others in the library; he wasn’t the only one who liked reading, after all. They often left him well enough alone, and that was fine enough. The man took a seat at the other end of the table, and if he didn’t bother him, that was alright as well. Really, Magnus was perfectly content to read the day away with designs of various old world tanks and firearms; a few he’d only marginally heard of before. Of course, if he were to be called away on a hunt, he’d be not too pleased.

Something in the back of his mind told him to be wary. Why? Because that man seemed to be glancing up at him every so often. Perhaps he was also wary of having somebody nearby? There was no harm in that, after all. Oh well, he’d just keep reading and get his fill and…

Wait, no, he was walking across the room to him. He was sitting down across from him, when there were so many other chairs. He was talking to him, out of all things. Was nothing sacred anymore? Magnus looked up with some distaste from his book, looking them man up and down.

”Hello.” His tone was polite, curt and almost cold. He didn’t know what the man wanted, calling him ‘sir’ and coming up to him on his own accord. ”Can I help you?”

No more calling like a crow
For a boy, for a body in the garden

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;]To say that Dono was an expert at awkward confrontations and completely random conversations would be glorifying his talents a bit more than he is used to. To the attentive person, to the person that would actually take note on Dono's behavior, it was clear that he had already hand picked a "victim" in which he wished to investigate. However, seeing as how the library was all but vacant, the only person that would take note on his abnormal movements about the library would be the victim in himself. Of course, Dono had no way of realing telling as to whether or not the victim suspected him. The only real indication of this was if eye contact between Dono and the being was made before a direct confrontation. At this point, that had not happened, and Dono had not gotten his hopes up that this would happen. The man looked pretty bland, or at least in the eyes of Dono.So, the approach was not tactical at all. In fact, it was basic and very simple. If Dono had thought this man to be any sort of dangerous, he would have been a tad more cautious in the enroachment on his quiet reading. If Dono had to come to any conclusions about who he was, he would say that he looked like a working man, relaxing. The voice of the man was quite cold, however Dono didn't act suprised by the man's coldness. Dono had picked up on being looked over by the man, however would act oblivious to the slight distaste in the man's eye. Dono's greeting was met with a simple "hello" in which Dono could not scorn, nor could he draw any conclusions from. However, as the man continued, Dono's conscience nipped at his mind. Maybe he was indeed conversing with a man that would simply not add anything interesting to his diary. Dono wasn't sure as to what he was truly expecting from the man, however the response in which he received was not anything special. The most curteous thing to do would be to give a name for a name, which is why Dono always threw his name out in the first place. However, he would overlook this. This was to be a talk, from gentleman to gentleman. A part of Dono wished that the man had just pushed him away, for even that would hold more interest than the response he received. Yet, Dono still had hope that this guy had some sort of interesting side. It had to be, or else this would be disappointing. "Uhm, yes. You could." Dono wanted to swiftly change his approach. Dono straightened himself out in the chair, sitting up straight as a smirk spread across his face. "I've seen your face before... but for the life of me I cannot place it to the person." Ugh, Dono was ashamed in himself for resorting to such an amatuer technique. However, with no edge or interest, he had to make something of this entire thing. Dono's gaze rest on the face of the man. How would he react?[/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 530 • FOR MAGNUS • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[magnus]

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself was undone

Magnus didn’t quite like the way the man was looking at him with more interest than he ever should have. He was surely not an acquaintance of some sort; dark haired and red-eyed, the latter feature being much like his partner’s. Did this mean this guy was a Gijinka? Really, he couldn’t tell because after that damned apocalyptic virus, people had changed. Thankfully, even with the introduction of new DNA, Magnus still remained fair skinned, blond haired and blue eyed. The only things that had changed were some various anatomical structures, including his teeth, spine and jaw, none of which were outwardly visible until he employed them. It was a very, very useful tactic indeed.

If the blond hadn’t liked his behaviour before, he certainly didn’t like it any more now. Dono seemed to straighten up a little more, bringing up his shoulders and that smirk was unappreciated. What the hell did he want from him? He swore the hairs on the back of his neck rose, but not for the usual reasons. He didn’t like this man who was coming dangerously close to his brain thinking he was harassing and heckling him. That never quite ended pleasantly, and this was a library; he wanted nothing too horrid to happen here.

”You probably haven’t. I’m sort of new to the area.” The city was a big place, crumbling at the edges and vanishing into nothing at the ends. He had spent the majority of his time at the ends, and he’d only been here for a year at most.

By this time, Magnus’ book was half closed, focusing his attention on the strange man who kept harassing him about his personal things and not just leaving him be to read. He didn’t offer any more information than what answered the question, and was necessary, including a name.

No more calling like a crow
For a boy, for a body in the garden

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;]Dono's eyes did not waver as his gaze rested on the man's face. Believe it or not, in these sort of situations it wasn't Dono who thought he was weird, but it he thought that Magnus was quite peculiar. Of course, he had reasoning for this, however his reasoning was in no way concrete or capable of being backed up thoroughly. However, in Dono's mind he had a million and one reasons to be the way he was being, and Magnus had very little explanation for any of his acts. It was completely one sided in the mind of Dono, however his mind in itself was one sided. His view on the world was twisted and lopsided, and whether or not Magnus would contribute positively or negatively was still up in the air. Actually, as it seemed at the present time, very little information could be squeezed from Magnus. Yet, Dono could detect that perhaps this man was against letting go any information to him. Dono's initial approach had been flawed enough that it indeed showed much reason for Magnus to have withdrawn any information he may have given to say, a damsel in distress. However, being a very uninteresting man himself, he admitted to using his "cute" appearance to gain the positive outlook of women (however he had yet to have any luck with charming men, not that he looked to do so, anyway). Magnus' response was, once more, not desirable of Dono. If it was some information that he wanted, what would he have to do? Hold him at knife point in the middle of a library? Not that Dono considered this much, but he did think of how impractical the idea was for just a brief moment. Interesting enough, the man's book had gradually closed before him. Ah, so even if his words were "rejecting" Dono's attempt at conversation (so to speak), he foresaw that Dono was not going to quit this attempt. Surely Dono made no reasoning for his acts apparent, but maybe Magnus had already picked up on the fact that he was here targeting Magnus. Whatever that implicated to Magnus was beyond Dono, however at this point he sort of wanted to figure that out. Things like this made a person tick, and if Magnus had any sort of breaking point that Dono could reach without putting himself into any definite harm (oh-so little did he know about Magnus being a Gijinka). Dono's eyes shifted from the man's face as they his gaze went over to the shelves. He scanned them swiftly, even taking a brief look at the librarian that Dono had noticed here before. Relatively quiet, she did nothing to disturb them, and seemed to care not that they were speaking in the library. With this, Dono's gaze shifted back to Magnus, where his smirk began to fade lightly as he spoke, "Are you positive?" With very little opportunity presenting itself, and all Dono having had concluded was that this man was not willing to give him any information, he had to create opportunity for himself. It wasn't the best way to go about this, but it would be fruitful, any of the fruit it bared were bitter. "I've been around quite a bit. Are you, perhaps..." Dono acted as if he was hesitant. He wasn't actually hesitant at all, however he had to act as if this was something a little embarrassing to admit to. To a normal person, if they really did think that Magnus held this title, and it turned out they were wrong, they would probably be overwhelmed with embarrassment. "Are you my.... dealer?" Now, what the man assumed that Dono thought he was dealing was completely up to Magnus. Heh.[/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 623 • FOR MAGNUS • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[magnus]

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself was undone

Magnus was perhaps a little more irritated than he had reason to be up to this point. The poor guy had just come up to him, started a conversation, thinking he was a familiar face. Nothing was too strange about that, other than the way he was practically scanning him for details. Magnus himself definitely didn’t like that part, but he let it pass. He was giving him the benefit of the doubt, which was more than what he usually gave at all.

”I’m positive.” And Magnus was very close to pulling his book back open and start reading again when Dono dropped one of the most ridiculous and stupid questions he had possibly heard all day and maybe even all month. He stared at the man as if he were daft and quite frankly, now his patience was beginning to run thin. ”No. Absolutely not.”

Why did he think Magnus was his dealer, anyway? If it were his dealer, he’d have to know what he looked like well, and possibly seen him a few more times and interacted. Dealer of what, anyway? As far as he was concerned, the only things of real value to be dealed around these parts were Pokemon DNA.

”What exactly, pray tell, do you want from me?” There was a hint of irritation in his voice, and Magnus just hoped Dono would get it and leave him alone. Unlikely though.

No more calling like a crow
For a boy, for a body in the garden

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;]If the only available outcome that would interest Dono was simply to get on this man's nerves and make him angry. This man seemed to observe the annoying behavior of Dono, however his lack of acts towards this were quite questionable. What bold move would Dono have to pull to finally get this man to react to some high degree. As of now, Dono had simply spouted out increasingly difficult to answer phrases, starting with a simple greeting then moving to suggesting that Magnus was into some sort of shady business. Of course, the patience of the other man seemed to be running dangerously thin, however Dono was not the kind to tread carefully. The man's initial response, to the question of "Are you positive?" in which was meant with the straight forward answer, "I'm positive". Typically, Dono would think that people would see this as a rhetorical question, however Magnus didn't hesitate. He was growing annoyed, as Dono expected he would. Then, in response to Dono's more... odd question, the man replied with denial. The answer he gave could not be worked with all too much, sadly. It stood a chance that this man could have oh-so swiftly denied because he was indeed within the trade of DNA selling, or whatever drugs it may have been. Or, this man could have simply acted this way at the bizarre nature of the question. Hmph. Dono was quite bored by the nature of this conversation and where it had been going thus far, and Magnus truly did seem to be an uninteresting being. However, he had to have some sort of secrets or whatever. Some sort of personality quirks and anger pent up that he would, hopefully, release (Dono truly had no idea as to what the nature of who he was conversing with truly was) Ah, and then a question in response came out. It was basically repetition of the question "can I help you?" but spoken in a much more irritated way. If Dono were to guess, the question was proposed simply so that Dono would say 'nothing' and walk away. But, the man couldn't possibly be expecting Dono to act in that manner. Dono wanted to just be flat out obvious here, because the flat out obvious was actually something that would probably annoy Magnus. But hey, that's good fun. Dono leaned forward a little bit, his back leaving the back of the chair. His glance once more shifted around the room, and instead of returning to the face of Magnus they went to the table, where Dono's hands were now clasped on top of his closed book. Eh, whats a little (or a lot) of dust going to do to him. "Honestly, I don't know exactly what I want from you. What I do know is simple, that I am bored at the moment and seeing as how you looked a little... er... strange, I decided I'd put my focus on you." Dono unclasped his hands and put them in his lap, where Magnus couldn't see them, as the table obstructed that view. "However, even if I know you have more than you are telling me... you have yet to share anything vital with me. If I'm correct, you even intentionally left out your name, no?" [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 558 • FOR MAGNUS • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[magnus]

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself was undone

Usually, when Magnus felt uncomfortable in a situation, he fought it. When it came to fight, flight or freeze, he was a big fighter. However, this was a very exceptional case, as they were in a library. Magnus had quite a bit of respect for libraries, so he was more hesitant to start a fight here. On top of that, he didn’t know exactly what Dono was. If he were only a human, there was little danger in him doing anything. If he were a Gijinka, then he’d have to evaluate the situation a little more. He ground his teeth and bide for time.

But his jaw clenched as soon as the kid spoke again. What was he, some experiment to be monitored and poked at? He wasn’t some display, as Dono was so bluntly framing him as. He was no person of interest unless the kid wanted to get someone killed off, and for that, he’d need a hefty chunk of change, some information and a good way of asking. So far, Magnus didn’t like him at all, so it was unlikely he’d do anything for him.

Magnus stood up, placing his book, now closed, on the table. ”I am not here for your entertainment.” Ah, so a bad day was getting worse. He wanted to come to the library for some peace and quiet, and now he was being watched like some freaky animal. ”If you have no real business with me, then let me be.” On top of being irritated, he was wary now too. He didn’t know the intentions of this man, other than what he said of watching him because he was bored.

No more calling like a crow
For a boy, for a body in the garden

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;]Hah, so coming out with the truth really wasn't an appropriate response? Who would have guessed that identifying people as an experimentation... a specimen, was inappropriate? Dono expected this, but really was unsure if this was something that would be positive in the end. Confronting a man in a library in itself gave him an atmospheric edge. People wouldn't fight in the library, or so Dono hoped, even if hand-to-hand combat would be quite exciting (even if Dono was a twig). He also weighed in the possibility that this made had Gijinka DNA in which was quite probable, seeing as how the Gijinka race was becoming very common in certain areas, and they were quite threatening people. As far as Dono had understood, it was near impossible to tell apart a Gijinka from a human, unless of course you witnessed the transformation. Knowing this, you would think that perhaps Dono would be a little afraid to continue this confrontation with the man. He had a bit to right about, about how he failed. But, he wasn't satisfied with the failure that came along with just walking away now. If anyone around him were to look at this situation, they would probably urge Dono to walk away. Seeing as how weak Dono was, he was sure that any man (and possibly women as well), including Magnus, could destroy him. However, he wouldn't neglect the fact that he had Pokemon at his side in case he needed to use his two Pokemon. He didn't have any too destructive Pokemon, which was good. He wouldn't want to be dubbed as an arsenist just because his Pokemon set a few shelves on fire. As the man spoke, Dono knew that he was correct. Of course, no one exists purely for entertainment, nonetheless for Dono's. What the man seemed to not realize is that Dono did not have a grasp on normal boundaries and restrictions. As long as he wasn't about to die, he had very little boundaries on what he would do. In this situation, he didn't think he was in any grave danger. If this battle did indeed commence, he was sure that he could at least escape before losing. But, Magnus did not seem all too willing to fight, even with Dono poking at the man with his words. So, perhaps this would just end with Magnus having a bad image of Dono, but walking out of the library. That outcome was alright, but there was room for so much more. "Let you be?" Dono chuckled lightly, looking at the man that now stood. Dono slouched down in his chair, his right hand scratching the back of his head. "As my moral contract states quite clearly... once a victim is chosen, it cannot be changed. Victims can only be nullified if Dono, the contract holder, gives up on them." (Dono glorified the idea of everyone in the world holding a "social contract" in which consisted of moral codes that everyone followed, without written law) Dono pulled out his diary from his jacket pocket. This diary was his very first, one that he used as a guidebook for the following. He placed the diary on the table, turning it around for Magnus to read. Highlighted in pink, in the middle of the page the words resided, "Once a victim is chosen, it cannot be changed. Victims can only be nullified if Dono, the contract holder, gives up on them." Surrounding these words were other guidelines for Dono and how he conducted himself towards his victims. Dono could only wonder how the man would react. [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 609 • FOR MAGNUS • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[magnus]

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself was undone

Magnus supposed that this was why Epispect advised him to get a Pokemon sooner or later. Though the blond was one of those few legal Gijinka, it didn’t give him a free pass to poison fang and flamethrower everything. Having a Pokemon to do that for you was always so much better, and got himself in less trouble, theoretically. However, he had little interest in gaining a liability like that. He already had his whiny partner, Ludwig, to care for as a babysitter would (though that arrangement admittedly had better perks). Perhaps he could just give him a call and he could get over here…

Magnus felt his jaw clench as he glared holes into the man sitting across from him. This was really becoming too much as he prattled on about his own moral values. There was definitely something wrong with this kid and, whether he wanted to or not, Magnus needed to deal with him. Dono seemed to pull a small book out of his jacket pocket, showing him the first page or so highlighted in pink, surrounded by other scrawls that he sincerely didn’t care for. If anything, he just wanted this kid out of his sight before anybody got hurt or he set fire to the city.

His hands balled up into fists on the table, leather gloves making their usual scratching sound. Lingering was just incredibly stupid, and since he had nothing else to do or say, and he most definitely had information for work to process, he decided stepping out would be the best option, just short of killing this kid where he sat.

A small tip of his hat for politeness, though he really didn’t know of Dono deserved it or not. ”Good day to you.” His tone had gone back to being polite, curt and distant as he picked up his briefcase and began to walk away. He needed some fresh air.

No more calling like a crow
For a boy, for a body in the garden

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;]This is it. This is where the line would have to be drawn, the line between safety and danger. A line that Dono would cross, but would only take so many strides over. Getting to this point had been far faster than he expected, the man he was talking to had very little tolerance for him, even if he did try to hide behind curtesy. Dono was unsure as to what sort of man he was talking to, however he did indeed have a leash on his emotions. The man had not acted harshly, which was quite impressive. Bringing out his diary, quoting it nonetheless, had to bring anger into the man's brain. However, Dono did indeed notice the signs of his anger. His glare was so sharp and hurtful, and Dono could feel the tension. The unecessary tension seemed to freeze Dono in his spot, only his eyes moved as he looked at the man's hand clenching into a fist on the table. What acts would he resort to in order to stop Dono now? Did he consider just walking away, trying to keep dignity that people like Dono (by that I mean the people without any dignity to lose, the people that can then spread the lack of dignity willingly). Not that Dono would let this be successful. "Hm?" Dono was surprised. A tip of his hat. What? Was Dono being played in his own game of changing personalities and confusing people. Dono's facial expression didn't express any sort of surprise that he had from seeing this man doing this. The man went from clenching his fist, as if he were going to start a fist fight with Dono, to... tipping his hat. Maybe he thought that this would end this entire thing? Even if, internally, Dono was sort of confused by this, he had to continue. Perhaps it was his falsified idea of glory and consistency with his victims... his own idealogy of dignity. Like judgment, this was something that was different for each person, and Dono's version was more or less distorted by lying to himself and changing his ideas from person to person... to satisfy his hunger for information. As the man began to walk away, taking his briefcase with him, Dono stood up. His hands immediately fell to his sides. What did this man think he was doing? Walking away from a conversation? He really must have had all he could take. However, Dono couldn't let him. At this point, he already had devised a plan. A somewhat dangerous plan, however he questioned the danger of how Magnus would react. It was all dependant on how the man acted, and it had been since the beginning. "What if I told you that I was an illegal Gijinka, perfect for genocide. What if I told you that being a 'victim' of mine is simply my way of identifying you as the next person I have targeted to kill. Wouldn't that be entertaining, sir?" Dono tried to speak in a low manner, but loud enough that the man could at least hear him. Everything he spoke was a lie, however at the same time the hypothetical manner in which he spoke made it not but a lie, but suggesting a lie. It would be obvious, or so Dono hoped, that the 'what ifs' were just a clever way to strike fear into Magnus before he killed him with this "perfect for genocide gijinka' Dono's smile returned, and he placed his diary into his jacket. [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 591 • FOR MAGNUS • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[magnus]

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself was undone

The library was supposed to be a quiet place; a good place to stay and find sanctuary when the outside world proved too much. It was the place he was supposed to go when he was feeling too stressed, or that people were pushing him too hard, or if he was overworked. If he worried for Johan and Konrad, this was where he’d go to even out his plans again. If he needed a break from Ludwig, this was one of two of the surefire locations you’d find Magnus. If he needed to be alone, the library was the place he’d be found without fail.

But of course, this Dono kid had to come along and kill that. Now he supposed he’d be going to La Repose most times, since he’d yet to have a bad incident there. He was unsure of giving up the library though… maybe for a temporary basis. At least until it didn’t seem that this person was coming much anymore. For now though, he’d have to deal with it, even if that meant walking away from a perfectly viable fight.

He heard the scrape of the chair behind him, like Dono was getting up off his seat and he better not freaking touch him or else he’d end up with a broken nose. Library or not, Magnus detested being touched in any manner. There was not much of a reason for it, aside from his brain sending signals that touching was a bad thing, and therefore he shouldn’t do it. Magnus felt the muscles in his back and shoulders tense, as if he was expecting him to grab him or touch him or stab him or something that would cause him to retaliate.

Magnus paused mid-step as Dono spoke out into the open library, growing more irritated every second he was here. ”If that really were the case,” He tossed his words over his shoulder as if he didn’t care whatsoever. In truth, it was just pestering. ”You wouldn’t be telling me, now would you?”

No more calling like a crow
For a boy, for a body in the garden

[dono]

[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/iwhjjs.jpg][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 15px;] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HEY, MAYBE I CAN BREAK YOUR HEART SMASH IT UNDER MY HEEL AND WATCH IT FADE TO DUST [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: justify; width: 450px; padding: 9px;]To predict this man's next move was quite difficult for Dono. Unlike the simplistic minds of the innocents that he picked on, this man was a bit more difficult than that. Of course, not even Dono could predict every action of the innocents. This man, whomever he was, was different than that. Having to had approached the man in an impassive manner had nullified a lot of what Dono's courses of action. Dono had completely put himself into harms way using a serious of hypothetical questions that simply, if taken the way Dono wished them to be, would simply confirm that Dono was indeed a villain. However, all Dono knew at this point was that the man hesitated, or what looked like hesitating. He stopped mid step for whatever reason he had, probably absorbing the lies that Dono spouted out towards the man. Maybe he was capable of seeing through Dono's lies, however it was unlikely. Possibly the man had simply not taken his hypothetical words the way that the man had expected him to have. Perhaps him stopping would lead to Dono getting his skull based in. Whatever resulted ended from this, Dono would be just fine at this point. However, what the man spoke was, yet again, not something that Dono liked. What was up with this guy? He was unaware he was speaking with the king of buzzkill and the most boring man alive. However, it was simply not believable. Something about the man, there was much more to him. Perhaps he had a Pokemon state like so many did. Dono had already thought of that possibility and considered it quite a bit. Dono was surprised that this little conversation that they were having had yet to attract any uneeded attention. How would this man react to that? Would he utilize it to get away, or would he have defend his innocence? Seeing as how had yet to learn much about what this guy was or what he did, he was unsure of what sort of reputation he had around. Dono knew quite a bit around the people of this area, and had never seen this man. Perhaps his name would shed some light on whom he was, but maybe not. Maybe he was just some random man that had moved to inner city, last year as he spoke. But that wouldn't seem.. right. He couldn't be normal. Not in this city. Dono really wouldn't enjoy shooting down what Magnus had just said, for he was sure it wouldn't really effect the man, seeing as how making him angry only made him flee quicker. With nothing else to do, he might as well at this point. Dono slunk back into the chair, making an obnoxious noise as it scooted backwards. Letting out a sigh, Dono spoke once more to the man, "I like to have fun with my prey, if they didn't know what I was or what I planned to do before I killed them... where would be the fun in that? Besides, are you suggesting that my methods thus far have been orthodox? Its almost characteristic of me to give you my personal information before killin' you." Dono's eyes shifted to the table as his right hand's fingers tapped the table boredly. [(Sorry for the wait on this...)] [/style] [style=background-color: #333333; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 10px; color: #C5C5C5; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]WORD COUNT 550 • FOR MAGNUS • MADE BY SCOTT OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[magnus]

No more dreaming of the dead
As if death itself was undone

Magnus wasn’t sure why he was even paying attention to this kid; it appealed to him as the bantering of some person trying to get a bit of attention. He didn’t even know why he was indulging Dono in such antics, but he figured it was something new and something to occupy his time… only he could’ve been spending that time watching for Johan or Konrad. Really, it was all about seeking that balance and striking the right cords, all at once and all the right way. He could give up a little time for this Dono kid to entertain himself, if it didn’t mean subtracting or distracting from other things.

With a continued disinterested stare, he turned on his heels just as Dono flopped back down onto his seat, glaring down his nose at the boy. He was small, sort of scrawny with dark hair and almost red eyes that could’ve meant he was a Gijinka, or could’ve just been a side effect of a mutated virus. He had no way of telling and quite frankly, he didn’t care. If he wasn’t being paid to kill a specific illegal, then he wasn’t wasting his bullets and energy.

The blond outwardly showed distaste, rolling his eyes a bit at the thought of this Dono person laying a finger on him, let alone killing him. If it did happen, it wasn’t like Magnus had any severe qualms with shooting him dead. He’d bear with it for just a little longer though, tilting his head a fraction. ”Go ahead.”

Ah, and there was the old Magnus; noble and proud and unafraid. His shoulders had squared out a fraction more, staring down at Dono as if he were a mere plaything. He’d pretty much had it with the boy, and if he continued to push, the outcome would not be in his favour. ”If you wish to kill me, then I’d invite you to try.”

No more calling like a crow
For a boy, for a body in the garden