[it's a lot easier to determine truth from lie if you simply believe everyone's a two-faced liar in the first place. only goody-two-shoes vomit up crap they call "truth" when it's nothing more than feelings and thought they think'll make themselves feel better. surface level bullshit true only to one person. everything else is a lie waiting to happen. peace? agreement? fairness? truth? all of it corrodes into lies the moment a certain limit's reached and "self" erupts as the only star in their goddamn sky. why the hell would he believe anything someone says?
seems this bastard's got some skill. completely missing the table by vaulting clear over it. a soft grunt notes annoyance and he sweeps his hand, fingers curled around the handle o-
handle?]
Wha-?
[it's not appearing? his head jerks to his hand for a split second, stunned at something. impact right in his chest, slamming into something amazingly solid and stubborn. pain blooms across his sternum, little more than an ache, yet it's enough. wind rushes past his head before his back hits a machine behind, sending up a cacophony of lights and noise. so that happened... they really think it's over with this?
shadows pulse and leak around his body and he sinks both gloved hands straight into the slot machine. glass cracks as punches through its face, metal bending on its sides, those pretty little noises distort when he twists and pitches the entire thing overhead towards xue yang.]
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seems this bastard's got some skill. completely missing the table by vaulting clear over it. a soft grunt notes annoyance and he sweeps his hand, fingers curled around the handle o-
handle?]
Wha-?
[it's not appearing? his head jerks to his hand for a split second, stunned at something. impact right in his chest, slamming into something amazingly solid and stubborn. pain blooms across his sternum, little more than an ache, yet it's enough. wind rushes past his head before his back hits a machine behind, sending up a cacophony of lights and noise. so that happened... they really think it's over with this?
shadows pulse and leak around his body and he sinks both gloved hands straight into the slot machine. glass cracks as punches through its face, metal bending on its sides, those pretty little noises distort when he twists and pitches the entire thing overhead towards xue yang.]