02-12-2009, 06:21 PM
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He watched as she slowly took an inhale from the cigarette and the smoke curled out into the open air. The scent of the chemical-laced tobacco took him back to one of the first large inhabited cities he had gone to. The streets were always busy and bustling, luperci crowded shoulder to shoulder. Smoking had been common there. It had also been one of the biggest cesspools he had ever set foot in. The masked man had spent a good amount of his life there, preying on the criminals that lurked in the alleyways and dark places. By the time he had decided to move on from there the crime rate had been substantially slashed. They had learned to fear him completely. "Hrm. Madmen deserve no graves." They only deserved to be killed and forgotten. Either that or strung up for all the other madmen to see and be deterred by. Onus had done such on a few occasions. It worked quite well, depending on the criminals in the area. Depended on how mad they really were. He would fight them all though. A costume? He had heard his clothes referred to as such before, but the word was strange in his ears. To him the coat and hat were as much a part of him as his ears or tail. "It's who I am," was the most direct and simple answer he could give her.  |