Post by Simon Amante on Jun 14, 2019 5:05:48 GMT
| How did he become such a failure? How could he have let so many things get out of control, slip through his fingers? What was his, what he had worked his whole life for had been torn away from him by cowards and thieves. The universe had decided to punish him for all his wicked deeds. |
Break the man in both body and mind until there was nothing left but a shell of what he once was but the universe should have killed him. As the body can be healed the mind can be restored and what would come from this rebirth would be anger.
What was taken would be regained and those who wronged him would pay and they did. Once he had thought everything was right and there was only one last debt to be repaid he learned more of what had been taken.
It would be something precious to him, something that had been hidden, the universe’s cruelest punishment, or rather someone that must be found. And here he was so close to what he had been searching for, oh so close, and his hands were shaking. Anxiousness, he hadn’t felt this feeling in quite some time.
Slateport, that’s where the masked man would find who he was looking for. He’d arrange for a meeting in one of the city’s many vacant buildings, the message being framed as an urgent one, the meeting being of the utmost of importance.
One of the plus sides of rocket’s new ownership of the city was the weird sense of safety it provided given their current allegiance. There was little actual safety among liars and thieves but it would have to do for now and the man always took too many precautions to prevent anything from going wrong and nothing could go wrong today. He had been much too meticulous for there to be any sort of surprises.
OOC: evelyn silph