[ 70+ pounds of equipment on a wiry body like his: he's strong. Been seriously conditioned, in his time, and he moves as casually as if it weighed nothing at all. ]
[ Elliot, by comparison, is not nearly so impressive a physical specimen: not at first glance, at least. He carries no visible weapons or equipment; his dress is that of a citizen, not a soldier. Yet he carries himself with a confidence that belies his unassuming appearance. ]
[ He considers, weighing the appearance of this man, weighing the danger. Not that there is any fear in his eyes; on the contrary, he's simply wondering how much power to cede.
[ A private little half-smile. It takes a certain kind of personality to be the combination of loyal, cunning and patient that Bane needed, and he's proud of being the best. ]
[ Another tilt of the head, but this time it's more appraising. His tone is one of wry amusement. ]
Don't misunderstand. I had the misfortune to be born to fools who chose to make Gotham their home. When I became a man, I left. And now, I have returned, but strictly as a matter of business. Gotham's fate does not concern me.
[ A hint of a smile, again, and an incline of his head. If he has the chance, he would bring you to Bane, doctor. He's interested to see what would happen. ]
Might want to be careful about what you're wishing for. I understand wanting a way back to the boss, but these mun-types will abuse a promise like "I'll do anything."
[There were few who could claim themselves as loyal as Barsad; fewer still that Bane would place any amount of trust in. To see that he would take such lengths to return to the League - to his side - was hardly surprising.
They had much to discuss, but then, their exchanges rarely involved verbal communication. There was far more loaded in Barsad's single word response than most could deliver in several sentences. Something wasn't right.]
I trust you have found your mundane... accommodating?
[ Relief and agony: two emotions certainly strong enough to send Barsad to his knees, to have him plead Bane's forgiveness. But it has been a long time since Bane has needed Barsad to beg. Once, it was how Barsad could prove loyalty: by showing weakness, not strength, but only showing it to Bane. ]
My end -- but perhaps not by death. [ They do not kill here, after all. They just re-educate. He has no doubt that he can survive many of these attempts, but eventually everyone falls. ]
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And futile.
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Fanatics, maybe.
[ He'll take that title. ]
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And who is this man or group that commands your loyalty so completely?
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[ 70+ pounds of equipment on a wiry body like his: he's strong. Been seriously conditioned, in his time, and he moves as casually as if it weighed nothing at all. ]
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I would have the name of this shepherd of yours.
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Finally: ] Bane.
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I've heard the name. The masked mercenary, isn't he? A curious sort of visitor to this city.
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Where is Bane? You cannot be too far from your master's side.
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He is dead.
I'm informed that the dead tend not to stay that way in places like this.
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[ A shadow falls across his features, there and gone again just as quickly. ]
You would be wise to be wary, however. It is not merely one's allies that cheat death in this place.
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Though the most dangerous, of course, lived on. ]
I'm not an incautious man.
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I cannot imagine you would be, if you truly serve the likes of Bane.
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And who are you, stranger?
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Dr. Thomas Elliot, at your service.
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I see.
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Don't misunderstand. I had the misfortune to be born to fools who chose to make Gotham their home. When I became a man, I left. And now, I have returned, but strictly as a matter of business. Gotham's fate does not concern me.
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Still judging.
He's a judge-y guy. ]
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Because, really, he stopped caring what anyone thought of him a long time ago.]
Do you believe you will find your master in a place like this?
this god damn internet that I am on. sorry for the double-comment.
[ Cause that's how this all began, for him. Now that he's dead -- time to begin again. ]
no worries
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Not many survive meeting him.
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I am not one of the many. And should he choose to kill me, so be it.
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Zealously devoted right hand men for the win?
One of my favorite kinds of characters c:
[ He believes this utterly. He was willing to debase himself utterly for Bane. What could she imagine, truly, that would be any different? ]
/fistbump
[He's familiar with this concept. Seb's had to do a lot of things for a lot of different people.]
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[ He has. It's a time in his life he will never let himself forget. ]
omg let me love you.
:D only if you let Barsad love Bane though
Brother.
Of course!
They had much to discuss, but then, their exchanges rarely involved verbal communication. There was far more loaded in Barsad's single word response than most could deliver in several sentences. Something wasn't right.]
I trust you have found your mundane... accommodating?
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She gave me what I wanted. [ Another chance. ]
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[ No matter what she asks of him, he's done worse, and for lesser causes. ]
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Though Gotham is beyond the reach of the League of Shadows in this current circumstance, there may yet be other opportunities for it.
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There is one -- she sends me there, without thought.
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For what crimes will this destination be held accountable for?
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I have not words of fire like you, brother, but I may kindle a small flame, and it may grow.
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The wonderful thing about fires, brother, is that it only takes one incendiary spark to spur an inferno.
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