themagnoliaofutah
writer of angst
- louise ariadne worth, district attorney -
"Weell... An angry man dressed in red describes a few warlords I've seen in my past... Oh! And some soldiers I fought alongside. No shortage of those, given enough time. But I doubt they're the same one you know about. Mind if you tell me more? I'm a real fan of stories, you know?"
There was an intrigued look on her face, one that only grew more prominent as Fushi spoke about his plight... Involving being mistaken for a 'god'.
"He says he's an actor - or used to be one," she said, her eyes shining oddly, almost as if someone was speaking through her, or she was reciting something. "A man who cannot die, who strings puppets along from a large, dark manor. A terrifying, mocking, powerful man who thinks he's the hero of every story. A man who keeps people in the walls-"
She blinked, coming out of her trance. "I... was his prisoner for a very long time," she finally said, shaking a little. "I haven't talked to any new, real people in... a long, long time."