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A figure -- a shadow -- lurks in the darkness beyond the visible region of sight. He stands rather close to the body in question, definitely within range of being seen if he hadn't possessed the abilities that so cleverly disguise him as nothing more but a speck in the corner of the eye of the paranoid mind.
You see him when he wants to be seen, when he allows himself to be perceived; however for now he is merely a ghost, undetectable to the untrained eye and even then, damn near impossible to pinpoint regardless.
He allows himself to drop the veil of dark translucence that shields him from the unsuspecting mind and take a step out of the shadows that once encompassed him.
“Long time no see,” says the masked man with an invisible smirk at his own clever pun, the very being that was itching at your subconscious like a bug crawling up the back of your neck -- like that feeling you get when you feel like someone is watching you, but no matter how many times you double take, just to check, just to make sure, there's never anyone there. But this time... there is.
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“That, believe it or not, was not my fault.”
Attention is briefly drawn away from the wine, slender eyebrow raising, lips curving into a smirk. Ah, he was at it again.
” You’d do well not to forget that. “
“No, see, that's the part where you're supposed to comfort and reassure the pitiful, ever-so-loving husband who just sustained a self inflicted, dignity crushing blow for the sake of his beautiful wife's ego.
“-- But then again, sympathy never really was your style.”
Perhaps it's the back and forth that gets him, or maybe it's just to see the look on her face, however there's no denying it's one thing for sure: the thrill of the chase. He masks the additional advancement within his babble, features cunning with a clear ulterior motive beneath his charm.
"Any other way is simply too boring and not nearly as satisfying.” She knows, and she plays along just.for him.
He takes a small, leisurely sway-like step forward. “Must've slipped my mind, I forgot that I exist solely for your satisfaction.” He's testing his boundaries; she possesses all the tools to make him melt in her palm.
“Now is that any way to treat your husband?” Of course, he jests; it's all a part of his charm.
Death is a debt we all must pay. - Euripides
A figure lurks in the shadows. An afterthought. A ghost. He sees but others do not see him. Perception is a thing easily manipulated, and all it takes is someone a little bit smarter than you to do it. Of course, it doesn't help that the very same shadow's intelligence probably outdoes your own fivefold. But hey, this is all a game, isn't it? However, now, he steps out of his position in the back of your mind, the corner of your eye, and into reality in which he allows your mind to register him; clad in armor from head to toe and holding a stature that oozes a sort of laid back confidence as a voice speaks from within.
“I wouldn't of done that if I were you,” says the shadow, sudden and as though he had just materialized from thin air behind the troops. He speaks in reference to the carcass on the ground -- a B.O.W., and a new species at that. And he personally knew that particular line of DNA doesn't go quietly, and sure as hell not that easily -- a few bullets in its chest and, well, you've just pissed him off.
“They tend not to like it when ya do that.”