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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/16/2016
"Let me come with, will pare him together." Ezekiel critters angrily, pacing the room as Eli prepares.

"Follow me and you'll regret it." Eli doesn't take this tone lightly. He's changed from who he was. His future is a closed door. "Siobhan can't know that I'm gone. If I come back, I'll tell her. If not. It won't matter."

Ezekiel turns to look at the slumbering form, smiling happily to herself. He turns his head to Eli, who has a foot out the door. "Piece of shit."

"I know, Ezekiel." The door closes and locks itself. "I know."

The Forgotten Quarter. The slumbering countenances of long-dead figures, horrid hunts in the dead of an eternal night. Eli looks at his map. A shrine of St Joshua. Appropriate.

He steps through the archway and sees the figure before him. Thinking? Waiting? Perhaps neither.

"Passionario."
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Passionario
Passionario
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7/16/2016
The figure before Eli is a disgraceful sight. Disheveled and unkempt, reeking of stale vomit, his deacon's robes torn and stained, Passionario could easily pass for a Raggedy Man down on his luck. The reason for his state is not hard to deduce: the floor of the ruined shrine is strewn with empty wine bottles. The stacks of half-opened crates behind the dusty altar suggest that his binge has been going on for some time, and can potentially last for weeks more.

"Elias Lowe..? Well. I be damned. Ever more so, that is."

Strangely enough, his voice is not slurred or distorted; instead, it has a peculiar echoing quality to it, as though it was coming from the bottom of a well.

"Why are you here, Elias? Have you come to enact your terrible and bloody vengeance? Cut off my head and sell it to February? Plunder me for secrets before I drown them all in a bottle? Or have you simply come to laugh and gloat at my fall... and your victory?"

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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/16/2016
"Anyone looks victorious next to this." Eli gestures at the scene and steps closer. "What happened to you anyway? I expected to find you with a gun in your mouth or a neddy ambush. Not... This."

Eli draws his revolver leisurely and loads two bullets into it while he speaks.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
-S.N

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Passionario
Passionario
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7/16/2016
The fallen spymaster tilts his head at the sound of revolver clicking and nods approvingly:

"In a hurry to get this sorry business over with? Can't blame you. You have good things to get back to. People who love you for who you are and not for what they can get from you. Friends who will come to your rescue in a time of need instead of leaving you for the scavengers. A new family. A great legacy."

"Me, though? I'm a dead man walking. Like you were when you walked out of that courtroom, but seven times as worse. Every vengeful victim I've wronged, every hungry spy lusting after the secrets I've learned, every ambitious rival I've surpassed - they will all come for my ass. And the slow boat will give me neither shelter nor relief, now that the Embassy has foreclosed on my contract. No, when I die, it's the trireme for me. I'll row and row and row, until some German operative or Calendar fanatic forks over a suitcase of souls for the privilege of acquiring me for his or her torture chamber."

He picks up a bottle of cheap Greyfields and drains it in a single gulp:

"Ahhh, but I haven't answered your question, have I? The hooded bastards threw me out like a starveling alley cat. Thirteen years of faithful service, unmade in a minute. All that bloodshed, all that violence, all that misery I've caused and endured, written off because of a single mistake. A moment of weakness, a treachery of voices... AND NOW WE WILL NEVER HAVE PARIS!"

The bottle shatters against a nearby stone pillar. The anger fades from Passionario's face and voice as quickly as it came, leaving only sadness:

"So yes, the rumors were true - I'm a bloody civilian now. If you were looking to add a second Fist of the Bazaar to your list of trophies, you're out of luck today. I'm not a Fist anymore, and certainly not of the Bazaar."
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Kukapetal
Kukapetal
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7/16/2016
OOC: wow, I didn't think it was even possible to feel sorry for Passionario...but I do :P

*ducks quietly out so she doesn't spoil the moment any further*
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Catherine Raymond
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7/16/2016
It's a scary tale you're telling, Passionario...but it's being brilliantly told.

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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/16/2016
"You don't deserve this." Eli states simply. "I don't believe so."

Eli walks over and presses the barrel against Passionario's forehead. "Say the word and it ends forever. No trireme, no Calender council. You'll be where they can't reach you, in the arms of The True Death. Say the word and I'll take you there."

Say you're sorry."

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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Passionario
Passionario
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7/16/2016
"Interesting. Did you make Dear Edward the same offer, on the night the old Orphanage burned?"

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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/16/2016
"Dear Edward was an obstacle. He's not anymore. You and I still have some time to weigh the balance."

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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Passionario
Passionario
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7/16/2016
Passionario smiles weakly:

"Ah, yes. A good, sensible, professional approach. He's an obstacle. She's a target. All part of the Game."

He shakes his head, the barrel of the revolver digging painfully into the skin:

"Edward was good to me, you know. More than just a mentor. A friend I didn't deserve. He was twice the man and three times the Fist I ever was. So I'm surprised that you're willing to grant me a quick clean death, when you left him to burn alive."

He pauses momentarily:

"Speaking of burning alive, have your friends figured out how to heal that sign?"

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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/16/2016
"You cannot heal a brand. They're designed not to heal." Eli sighs. "But it doesn't trouble me any longer. Just as Edward doesn't trouble me any longer. Soon, I'll be able to say the same about you. Unless you want to go down swinging, which Id strongly discourage."

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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
-S.N

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Passionario
Passionario
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7/16/2016
"Can't be done? Many would agree, even some of my former colleagues, despite erasing messages for a living. 'Common wounds can be healed with F.F. Gerbrandt's concoctions, permanent tattoos can be unmade with irrigo ink, even weeping scars can be removed with Rubbery slime, but Truth-That-Burns? Impossible!'"

A corner of his mouth twists in a half-smile:

"They're not entirely wrong... but they're not entirely right, either. Truth cannot be erased, but it can be learned and passed on. If you carry the brand on your flesh for seventy-seven days and then inflict it on another, your own scar will heal swiftly thereafter. Like so."

Passionario lifts his right hand and pulls down the sleeve of the robe, exposing the forearm. It is marked with a shape that, apart from the healthy pale pink color, is identical to the one burned into Eli's stomach.

"I've answered your questions to the best of my ability, but you still haven't answered mine. Why are you here, Elias? Do you want peace of mind for yourself, so that you can sleep soundly without worrying about me lurking in the night? Do you seek to protect your people from my predations? Or do you believe that even I can be redeemed at the eleventh hour?"

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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/16/2016
"You can absolutely be redeemed, but that's not what I'm here for." Eli shakes his head solemnly. "You were always unpredictable in your machinations, but now you're completely untethered. I need to ensure that you won't come back from this place you are in. And I don't believe in half-measures."

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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
-S.N

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Passionario
Passionario
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7/16/2016
"Which is why you brought not one, but two bullets." Passionario's voice is a mixture of resignation and skepticism. "Still a gamble, especially here. There's too much of that accursed violet light inside this eyeless skull of mine. Forgotten Quarter is sensitive to it; St. Joshua's shrines doubly so. Too much of me could escape. I might become another hungry spirit lurking in the darkness, preying on unwary explorers and driving them to madness. I think I'd rather prefer the triremes."

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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/16/2016
"I don't care what you prefer. This isn't about you." Eli lowers the gun and retrieves a small velvet pouch. "Where is your soul, Passionario?"

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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
-S.N

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Passionario
Passionario
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7/17/2016
"I don't know. The voices said that it's 'in the hands of my enemy'. Which narrows it down to about half of the world."

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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/17/2016
"That's okay. You can have mine." Eli shakes the velvet pouch and a small bottle falls into his palm. He holds it out to Passionario with one hand, while the other retrieves a small pocket-watch from his coat. "See, I almost went insane from all the things that happened to me on the surface. Not like, Neath insane. The real deal. But a kindly devil made me an offer and suddenly, I could cope. He told me that he would keep this off the market, as if it were, for whatever reason, put into the body of another... That emotional trauma could carry over to the new host."

Eli doesn't smile. He doesn't move. He just watches Passionario. "I want you to see yourself the way I see you. The way we all see you. Then maybe, you'll understand."

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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
-S.N

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Passionario
Passionario
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7/22/2016
Without a comment or gesture, moving like an automaton, Passionario reaches out, takes the soul bottle with his left hand, and unstoppers it. The glowing mote within rises up, but before it can escape, Passionario grabs it with his right hand and clenches it tight. The moment he presses the fist against his forehead, a single tortured moan escapes from his throat.

As seconds pass, becoming minutes, Passionario's rapid shallow breathing becomes deep, labored and gasping. Streaks of blood ooze down from his nostrils and ears. He falls to one knee and his head slumps down, yet his fist is still pressed against his sweat-drenched face. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he manages to utter two words in a barely recognizeable rattle: "Not all."

Another minute passes before he speaks again, his trance-like voice barely a whisper: "You said that you all see me this way... but she did not. The only one who didn't. She looked past all the cruelty, all the monstrousness, all the terror... and saw something beautiful. And I saw the beauty in her: past the secrets, past the intrigues, past the madness. We saw it where it could not be seen, because... because true love is always blind. How could I have forgotten this? How could I have forgotten her? How could I have forgotten us?!"

With a scream, Passionario slams the glowing mote back into the bottle, which he swiftly stoppers. He rises to his feet and stares at Eli with tear-filled, bloodshot, but undeniably present eyes.



After a few seconds of silence, he digs out a pocket-watch - very much like Eli's own - from the inner pocket of his ragged vest. With the other hand, he hands the soul bottle, now coruscating with violet light, to Eli:

"To the rightful owner. As it should be."

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The Absurd Rogue
The Absurd Rogue
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7/22/2016
Eli reverently takes the soul bottle in his hands and places it in the velvet pouch.

"I knew that I'd be able to look you in the eyes one day." Eli removes his spectacles, able to see well enough in the dimness of the shrine without them. Two eyes like cracked, red embers glare at Passionario.

"Tell me. What do you see?"

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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
-S.N

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Passionario
Passionario
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7/23/2016
Passionario meets Eli's glare with a level, almost contemplative look:

"I see exactly the kind of man that London and her people both need and deserve. I will die slightly easier knowing that I've left them in your capable hands."

He turns away and rummages through one of the crates. "Speaking on which..." He digs up something and turns back to Eli:

"You've shown remarkably good judgment so far - certainly better than I have - and so I have no choice but to trust it. You've seen me both proud and humbled, victorious and defeated, as the hunter and as the one being hunted. I can think of no better man to decide how much of a chance I still deserve, if any."

He holds out his palm, which has four revolver bullets in it.

"Fill as many chambers as you want. Leave as many empty as you see fit. Give the drum a good spin." He points between his newly restored eyes. "Then give me your best shot."
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