05-19-2014, 05:50 PM
Privilege Takeo? A quizzical expression overcame the darkness of his features. The name did not register. The last twelve hours had existed within a bubble. One that did not include titles and honorariums. Pricking that beautiful dome snapped him into more of a shock than sense of freedom.
Takeo, Privilege Takeo. Dane Gregory read the news; Dane recognized the recently appointed member of The Sphere. Yes, Privilege Takeo was Dominance-IV, young, and deadly. It was coming back to him now.
"Why would a Privilege care about you?"
Dane asked as they rounded the corner. At least there was someone they could ask. Or what's left of someone.
The body was crushed beneath a collapsed wall. There was still a man within it, too, clawing its away out from its reddish insides.
Glass crunched underfoot as Dane left Aria behind. His approach was casual, as though he had all the time in the world, and was not hesitant. In fact, he was fascinated by the sight and seemed to stroll as though leisurely exploring an art gallery.
A young man with the tell-tale black head of Japanese hair. So beautiful, Dane knelt alongside, streaming his fingers through the strands with rapt fascination. His gloves came away wet, and he wiped them dry on the ground unconcerned.
The black beads of Dane's eyes looked the boy up and down. When he shifted, his face overtook the boy's world, and Dane leaned close, unafraid and undisturbed by the grotesque and twisted thing before him.
"Why did you follow us?"
Edited by Dane Gregory, May 19 2014, 05:51 PM.
Takeo, Privilege Takeo. Dane Gregory read the news; Dane recognized the recently appointed member of The Sphere. Yes, Privilege Takeo was Dominance-IV, young, and deadly. It was coming back to him now.
"Why would a Privilege care about you?"
Dane asked as they rounded the corner. At least there was someone they could ask. Or what's left of someone.
The body was crushed beneath a collapsed wall. There was still a man within it, too, clawing its away out from its reddish insides.
Glass crunched underfoot as Dane left Aria behind. His approach was casual, as though he had all the time in the world, and was not hesitant. In fact, he was fascinated by the sight and seemed to stroll as though leisurely exploring an art gallery.
A young man with the tell-tale black head of Japanese hair. So beautiful, Dane knelt alongside, streaming his fingers through the strands with rapt fascination. His gloves came away wet, and he wiped them dry on the ground unconcerned.
The black beads of Dane's eyes looked the boy up and down. When he shifted, his face overtook the boy's world, and Dane leaned close, unafraid and undisturbed by the grotesque and twisted thing before him.
"Why did you follow us?"
Edited by Dane Gregory, May 19 2014, 05:51 PM.