[He snarls through gritted teeth as the scene around him begins to change into something else entirely. Gone are the humans, replaced with a tall woman with long, white hair. Oddly, her appearance is quite reminiscent of Malice's; sharp features, yellow eyes, and a lanky build, though she holds herself properly and does not smile. Her expression is ice cold as she looks down at...
Well, Malice is kind of in the way. He backs up to join Day, eye narrowed.]
You're about to find out.
[Illusionary Malice is there again, pinned down by two guards. He tries to struggle, but he's not making it very far and the woman speaks up. "So the reports were right. Interesting."
"The hell does that mean?"
The woman turns her attention to the guards. "Release him. He is one of mine."
Both guards step back and free Malice, and he stumbles to his feet, gripping his damaged prosthetic arm. It doesn't look like it's in any condition to fight, and for once Malice seems to have the foresight to recognize that jumping straight to the fight option would probably be a bad idea. "Whaddya mean 'one of yours'?"
"Can't you tell?" She asks, extending a hand. Malice flinches away from it. "You are the son I thought lost to me."
Though the illusionary Malice looks on with surprise and something akin to wonder, the real Malice folds his arms and scoffs.
The woman continues, "I'll offer you a choice: remain here with me and become one of Annihilation Eclipse... or return to your life with the rebels. I will consider you an enemy, should you deny me. I will treat you as much child, if you accept."
It probably isn't surprising that Malice doesn't take long to consider it. "I'll stay. I'll stay with you - an'... an' I'll even give you the location of the rebels! So you know how serious I am 'bout this! I'll work for you, I'll do whatever you want, I just..."
That Malice looks desperate, and when he reaches out for her hand, it's not to shake it - to finalize their deal. It's to cling on, with the look of a man drowning, searching for salvation. Salvation he apparently won't find, given the real Malice's clear disgust with the whole scene. Slowly, the figures fade out, leaving Malice for last.]
So I sold 'em out. The friends I'd made, the people I'd come to care for... for a chance at family. At wealth. At power. So I could have a better life.
[His posture is tense and tightly-wound as if he's preparing to fight something - but it's not like Malice can fight his own past, now is it?]
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Well, Malice is kind of in the way. He backs up to join Day, eye narrowed.]
You're about to find out.
[Illusionary Malice is there again, pinned down by two guards. He tries to struggle, but he's not making it very far and the woman speaks up. "So the reports were right. Interesting."
"The hell does that mean?"
The woman turns her attention to the guards. "Release him. He is one of mine."
Both guards step back and free Malice, and he stumbles to his feet, gripping his damaged prosthetic arm. It doesn't look like it's in any condition to fight, and for once Malice seems to have the foresight to recognize that jumping straight to the fight option would probably be a bad idea. "Whaddya mean 'one of yours'?"
"Can't you tell?" She asks, extending a hand. Malice flinches away from it. "You are the son I thought lost to me."
Though the illusionary Malice looks on with surprise and something akin to wonder, the real Malice folds his arms and scoffs.
The woman continues, "I'll offer you a choice: remain here with me and become one of Annihilation Eclipse... or return to your life with the rebels. I will consider you an enemy, should you deny me. I will treat you as much child, if you accept."
It probably isn't surprising that Malice doesn't take long to consider it. "I'll stay. I'll stay with you - an'... an' I'll even give you the location of the rebels! So you know how serious I am 'bout this! I'll work for you, I'll do whatever you want, I just..."
That Malice looks desperate, and when he reaches out for her hand, it's not to shake it - to finalize their deal. It's to cling on, with the look of a man drowning, searching for salvation. Salvation he apparently won't find, given the real Malice's clear disgust with the whole scene. Slowly, the figures fade out, leaving Malice for last.]
So I sold 'em out. The friends I'd made, the people I'd come to care for... for a chance at family. At wealth. At power. So I could have a better life.
[His posture is tense and tightly-wound as if he's preparing to fight something - but it's not like Malice can fight his own past, now is it?]