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| Ce n'est qu'un au revoir. | Started by: Meme_Lord on Jan 31, '17 15:35 |
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Anger. Sadness. Pain. Emotions. Lord had felt them. For the first time in his life. He was sitting on one of his chairs, inside one of the nice and comfy bungalows provided by the beautiful Merci. He was sitting there, hioldimg his smoking gun, wondering what he had done. The dead body of the man called Richard Shots was laying in front of him, face first in a puddle of blood. The stupid bald man had the audacity to accuse him of his father's death, telling him he wasn't there to protect him which had been a big mistake. And Lord didn't forgive easily. Why did this need to happen now? He had just made friends for the first time in his life, he had joined an awesome crew, but he just had to blow it all up. Like a fucking sentimental idiot. He always knew feelings would kill him, even thought he thought he was getting immune to them. He rested himself on his chair, sighing and losing himself in memories. Memories of his father Conn. He liked to think he was a great speaker and a charismatic man, living life to its fullest, until he got killed. Supposedly a mistake, but could the great auto proclaimed lord Fitz possibly commit such a stupid mistake? It hasn't been the same ever since that tragic war, only darkness and isolation... Good thoughts. He needed good thoughts. He thought about Camilla, who almost seemed like a second mother. A sweet, lovely and beautiful woman, who could definitely stand up for her own. He was so lucky to have known her, an angel, the light among all the darkness of this world. Dcypha. A brother from another mother. He didn't even remember why, but his father loved that man like a brother. The two where often seen together, getting drunk and having a blast. Conn only had one word describe him, a legend. WoonDa. A friend since the start. A music buddy, a smoking buddy, a life buddy. He would often overhear heated philosophical debates and explanations between him and Axel. Axel. One of the greats. A pure genius, the man had a way around words like no other. His father would often fuck around with the comedic man, as they impersonated many duos for fun. Tears started to rush down his face. All great people killed in that bloody childish war. Enough crying, it was time to go join all of them up there. He got up and walked to the Renford Properties HQ, asking to meet with Kathryn. He couldn't kill himself, he just wasn't strong enough for that. One last thing needed to be done before he went. He took of his mask, finally showing his face to the world. It was pale and frecklish and it seemed dead, dead inside. It was a perfect copy of Conn, his father. The resemblance was stunning. He just stood there, looking up to the sky, awaiting his imminent death. |
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Kathryn tugged off her gloves as she walked out from around the back of the building. Meme_Lord had been a strange man with a strange name, but she was sad to see him go. Perhaps someday, there would be another like him- or his father. |
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