" who was he? "
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Ⓐ 6+ years of writing experience. two on tumblr.
Ⓐ crossover and au friendly.
Ⓐ violence and gore will be present.
" he was all of us. "
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" who was he? "
Ⓐ independent roleplay account for v, from v for vendetta.
Ⓐ 6+ years of writing experience. two on tumblr.
Ⓐ crossover and au friendly.
Ⓐ violence and gore will be present.
" he was all of us. "
The world’s in turmoil, with America having been fractured as a result of prolonged conflict, and a pandemic ravaging Europe. The UK remains the only stable country, being ruled by the Norsefire party. Under its regime, society’s oppressed, and “undesirables,” such as immigrants and homosexuals, are imprisoned in concentration camps. Evey Hammond is rescued by a masked vigilante, V, from an attempted rape. He urges the people to rise up ‘gainst their government and meet him in a year outside the Houses of Parliament, which he promises to destroy. Hammond gets captured, her head shaved, burned, and tortured for information about V. It’s revealed that her abduction’s staged by V to free her from her fears. Hammond realizes she’s a stronger person. Mortally wounded, V tells Hammond he loves her, then dies in her arms. Thousands of unarmed Londoners march towards Parliament. Without a living command structure, the military general allows the crowd to pass. Everyone witnesses anarchy. When asked who V was, Hammond replies, “He was all of us.”
V, by Austen Mengler.
❝ —— and who says i came for either? ❞
oh, she’s not particularly keen on battles of any kind. and swapping jabs with a masked stranger is decidedly not on her list of things to do today. she remains calm, however ; forever cool under the pressure of his porcelain gaze. her eyes do narrow a fraction ; watching his movements — or even the lack thereof — with a practiced gaze.
❝ words have never exactly been my strongest suit. ❞
the bow wrapped around her torso is a testament to that.
" logic, perhaps. " black eyes stare down indefinitely. not one hair out of place on his perfected visage. old fashioned cap bowed, his more gentlemanly side emerges.
" then, would you mind telling me your purpose? " a thick black robe swings back and forth, followed by the clickity-clack of leather shoes. his two blades remained concealed.
” what line would that be, a sense of realism? but i know you crossed that line years ago, asking is my profession. if i wanted to vilify you and your ‘cause’, you’d know by now. can you maybe move a little back because i’m sure you’re crossing a line of social boundaries… “
Ⓐ ;
“ a sense of personal space, and privacy. and
every effort i've made since have had nothing but
realism. their effects were certainly real. ”
[ he was always smiling. he would forever. social boundaries were no issue for he. so there he stood. perhaps, closer. ]
’ if you seek a vigilant man, i am afraid you have turned your gaze upon the wrong one. ‘
his reach may be long and his shadow tall, but he does not know this stranger, nor does he recognize the object molded over his feature.
’ yet, i am a lannister, and our ears are perked. what are you seeking? ‘
Ⓐ ;
“ i seek a young knave who roams these parts.
he was integral in a plot to destroy my records. ”
plasticine smile intact, he quietly stepped forward. leather clad boots crushed the leafs beneath their tread.
" perhaps you may know him. "
"If it wasn’t vital we wouldn’t be meeting here.”
Ⓐ ;
“ very well. speak, time is short. ”
[ Why had it been that, whenever observations are made and are most certainly precise, they’d always been taken as offence? ]
❝ Compelling. And your intention through your pursuit— to spread veracity? Concealing one’s self is enticing, I confess, but not all can sport guises. ❞
Ⓐ ;
“ only those willing to be vilified by those who
don't know are capable of masking themselves.
it is truth that i am here to spread. truth and justice. ”
❝ —— As sagacious as your little riddles may be, the comment is not a p p r e c i a t e d. ❞
Ⓐ ;
“ unappreciated as it may be, it is the only
truth being displayed in this room so far. ”
❝ and how am i supposed to know you’re not the villain ?
they are known for their love of disguises. ❞
a dry smirk gracing her lips, weapon lowered slowly as nimble fingers drew the arrow back into its quiver.
❝ lucky for you, i know better. ❞
the real villains no longer cowered behind masks. they hid in plain sight.
Ⓐ ;
" and so you see the truth. villainy is no longer blind .
and neither are you. "
lanky and rather slow for now, the man takes one step forward, permanent grin affixed to his plastic lips.
" the real villains hold the strings. you must know me. "
black leather crunches the leafs below, doll-like expression still fixated on her own. she's not normal. but, neither is he.
making a v for vendetta verse. try & stop me.
Ⓐ ;
“ oh, i do hope you don't intend to kill me
with that. such visceral display should
be reserved for the villains only. and,
despite all of my vitriol, a villain i am not. ”
v for vendetta. (◡‿◡✿)
”More so than the ordinary… A face, regardless of possible authenticity, or rather that of an emblem, holds capability beyond comprehension.
Most hardly find themselves aware of the potential influence it may have upon hundreds or even that of thousands.”
Ⓐ ;
“ on the contrary. i am more than aware.
in fact, said influence is the rock upon
which i built my new world. many authors
chose to play such things off. but it is only
behind a mask where the truest truth is told. ”
Ⓐ ;
“ what you say is less than important.
the valor you possess, while impressive,
does not threaten. nor does your mind.
if you've come to validate your strength
( or lack thereof ), you come to the wrong man.
or, perhaps you've come for a battle of wit. ”
Ⓐ ;
“ if only it were that simple. i am no vagrant,
this face i keep is simply a symbol. the pale
visage upon which i float my ideology. you
of all should understand the importance of
ideology, after all. ”
Ⓐ ;
“ i advise you step back, for you are now crossing
a line. should you continue your vast collection of
questions, or continue your attempts to vilify me
and my cause, i will not be so kind as i have been. ”