Grinning at the others words, she nods.
"You have my word, I will not purposely seek you out in the immediate future."
Standing up, still bowing to the other, she nods.
"Pleasure knowing you, Katana."
She turns heel, and leaves, allowing the other to chase their prey.
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To not state his name, or she does already know it .
Who knows .
' Before we depart, it would be quite unfair for me to not tell you who I am-
Katana . Incase that information was unknown . '
Feels a bit silly, can he go now . ?
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-undertones of propaganda, constantly whispering to you to join the cult, follow the Herald, assuming one was to read it of course.
"Free of charge of course."
Still looking down, she shakes her head, and speaks.
"No, no attempts at deceit are to be found here, we offer you asylum, escape from that hell you call home, a chance at rest and peace. We offer you self determination."
Every fiber of her vocal cords strain to produce the +
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The same Blackrock symbol too, surely it didn't always look like that. Appearance altered to fit the same uniform look that place loves .
Looking down . What is he thinking , without a doubt .
' You can go and bother someone else with that nonsense . '
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-teachings, if not to liberate yourself, then to better yourself."
The book contains criticisms of the factions, the SWOTH, notable figures past and their present systems, a long with tips on self betterment, through mental health and physical health, all with +
ones that she conveys her full commitment to. Hopeful to at least plant a seed of doubt in the other, to join her and her family and embrace the Change.
'Listening' to the others words, she knows a hook, line, and sinker is slowly being fed to the other in front of her. Allowing them to finish signing, she offers a warm smile.
"I shall answer two questions in one, I am The Herald of Change, Lustrina. I know what all seek for +
-words that your owners feed you? Surely you'd rather change than stagnate, and thus rot? I can give you so much better, we, can bring you into the light, to the blessings of the higher powers. Free of corruption, free of regrets."
Her speech spouts promises, eager ones, +
-her to fall, if she deemed the situation, perhaps necessary.
"I am rather sorry, perhaps I could offer reimbursement through hunting them for you, or assisting you?"
That sickeningly sweet voice once again is dripping with hope, and reassurance.
"Wouldn't wish to disappoint."
Smiling at the other she taps a digit against her jaw. Pretending to think, still wearing a bright smile.
"Handler, yes, unless someone was nice enough to give you a voice synthesizer. Or perhaps, not a handler, but a prisoner in less physical terms?"
Her eyes move quickly +
A grin creeps from her smile, quickly taking over once more.
"Lies are punishable under your banner, creed, and ideals, no? You desire change, you just don't know it yet."
All but a few of her muscles used to keep her standing upright have gone lax, ready to relax, allowing +
In a blink and you'd miss it moment, her hand is pointing at the Black rock symbol on the others sleeve.
"I pity thee."
Concern once again entering her voice, she frowns.
"Don't you, and your handler desire something different? Something to change?"
Smiling at the voice, she stands unnaturally still, straight, almost like she is attempting to appear as an imposing figure over the other.
"My my, full of tricks are we, that isn't your voice, perhaps it is a handler? Tsk tsk."
Eyes moving faster than she can see, she needs +
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An interesting thing on how Katana ended up in such a cold bitter place .
The slight tremble of limbs , not from any current injury . Perhaps from something long ago .
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-time to be able to use her blessings properly, oh well, the slight migraine from the excessive optical intake is manageable for now, she can shut the pain up if she thinks about it enough.
"Ah so you are here on bloody business, it is good to not wish to waste life."
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