AGE 34, PRONOUNS he/him, JOB shrug
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Post by Emilio Ota on Sept 5, 2017 23:37:01 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]YOU CAN'T RUN[break] SO YOU MUST HIDE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]YOU WON'T MAKE IT BACK THIS TIME [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
Emilio could see still the frustration in his's body language. Unhappy still with his choice, but seemingly unwilling to take it back. Just to be safe, Emilio tucked the oreos in his basket to deter Lance from trying to snatch them back. It was probably a sense or morals that allowed Lance to give up the oreos, despite his personal desire for them. Give to the pitiful, the poor souls torn from their homes. Emilio would certainly make use of this particular pity card in the future, although he could only use it so long. Eventually people would begin to recognize him and he would have to carefully stitch together the lies he told into a coherent and believable story. It wouldn't be too difficult, though. He'd done it countless times before.[break][break]
So Lance was his name. It was good to have a name to attach to a face. It would make him a little easier to avoid in the future. After all, he didn't want any more conflicts like this. "I mean, not really." He laughed lightly, bitterly at the question, "How do you get used to an entirely new world? I suppose I will eventually, but right now I'm just trying to get by. These Oreo's were certainly help. Thanks."
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i'm so tired rn ;;
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Post by Emilio Ota on Sept 1, 2017 22:30:40 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]YOU CAN'T RUN[break] SO YOU MUST HIDE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]YOU WON'T MAKE IT BACK THIS TIME [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
And then the oreos were his. "Thank you." He sighed, a tired relief clear in each syllable. It was easy, really, lying his way to what he wanted. He'd done it for years, usually to get close to politicians to bleed them of information and, eventually, to take their lives. Now he was doing it to win a package of oreos. He firmly told himself that if he didn't use his skills where he could, then what was the point. [break][break]
"What's your name?" He had no desire to drag on the conversation, but he did want to know who the man was. It would make him a little easier to avoid him in the future. Oh, but he should give a name, too. Had he been in his home reality, he would lie, pull a name from the air, but here on this island? What was the point. At most, it might delay the police, but Lorelei wad right. They probably weren't looking for him. "I'm Emilio."
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I did this on my phone 💦💦
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AGE 34, PRONOUNS he/him, JOB shrug
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Post by Emilio Ota on Sept 1, 2017 14:09:21 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]YOU CAN'T RUN[break] SO YOU MUST HIDE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]YOU WON'T MAKE IT BACK THIS TIME [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
"Correction: We reached for them at the same time. You also haven't bought them yet, so you—" No this wasn't going to get him anywhere. He sighed and slowly, reluctantly let go of the package.. "Look, I just arrived here yesterday, okay? One minute someone is very literally trying to kill me and then suddenly I'm here with no way home. It's been a real rough past couple days and I didn't even think Oreos existed in this world." It was a lie masterfully spun, expertly executed, not a crack in the facade. He wore an appropriate amount of exhaustion and misery like a second skin. To solidify the act. A lifetime of practice and almost a decade of spy work and he was putting it to use for a package of Oreos. He almost felt ashamed, but the immense throbbing pain in his gut drowned out the feeling with a strong sense of entitlement. Who would take food from an injured person? This guy, clearly. Prick. "I just— Please. I'm sorry for being rude, but I just want these Oreos. They're the only good thing that's happened to me since I got here."
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wild shrugging
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Post by Emilio Ota on Sept 1, 2017 4:05:53 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]YOU CAN'T RUN[break] SO YOU MUST HIDE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]YOU WON'T MAKE IT BACK THIS TIME [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
Emilio was in a sour mood. Pain radiated through his body. His knuckles were still scabbed over and covered with brightly coloured bandaids, his head ached, and he had to walk awkwardly due to risk of pulling the stitches in his gut. He hated this, but Lorelei had been horribly insistent on him going to the store himself. If the police hadn't come for him yet, she said, they probably weren't going to kill him. She was right and he knew that, but anxiety stilled clawed at his chest. It'd been a week since he'd gotten into the fight with Nikki and everything had been eerily quiet. No news, no police, nothing. Like one big coverup, but why? What was the point of covering up his attempted murder? In this supposed utopia, why weren't they kicking down doors looking for him? The questions occupied his mind until his hand came in contact with another and they scattered suddenly, leaving a sharp and unhappy clarity. The last package of Oreos and someone else was trying to get them. He scowled. "It's a real damn shitty day and I'm taking these." He jumped immediately to the point, ignoring Lance's attempt at diversion. He grabbed the package tight and tugged. [break][break]
Denied his home, his revenge, and now even his fucking oreos.
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quiet yelling
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 29, 2017 3:14:30 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]YOU CAN'T RUN[break] SO YOU MUST HIDE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]YOU WON'T MAKE IT BACK THIS TIME [attr="class","manalishilpost"] Oh.[break][break] Oh.[break][break] The loud crack of gunfire left a ringing in Emilio Ota's ears, but he didn't notice. And while hands were quick to grope at the searing wound in his gut, Emilio spared it only a glance, keeping his eyes on Nikki for as long as possible. " You actually shot me." A gunshot wouldn't stop him. He could still fight. He wasn't done yet. " But if you— If you—" Oh, his legs crumbled beneath him and he groaned as he hit the ground. Blood soaked his clothes, the hands trying to slow it. His mind ran in circles. You couldn't train to be shot. The body did what it wanted when so much blood was being lost so fast and Emilio was familiar with this. He hated it. The lack of control, his body's unwillingness to listen, he despised it all. He wanted to chase Nikki down even if it killed him. He wanted to beat the life out of him, but his body betrayed him with other plans. He laid on the concrete, angry and writhing and heaving as Nikki retreated. He stopped, though, and Emilio's wrath suddenly sprang anew.[break][break] " You're not my enemy."[break][break] Disgusting. [break] " And I shouldn't be yours." [break][break] He wanted to laugh. [break] " We both want the same thing." [break][break] No, not at all. [break] " Hell, we still do."[break][break] Wrong, wrong, wrong. [break] " But, you're not gonna get it if you're stuck working with him." [break][break] Don't talk about him with that tone! [break] ( Doctor X is the closest thing he has to a father. ) [break][break] " You are my enemy." Screamed words warped in a blood soaked mouth, " I hate you and so you are my enemy. I hate you and I will kill you if you don't kill me first." A final threat, a taunt, the worn blood lust still strong, but Nikki refused the bait and took his retreat. " I'll fucking kill you." Quieter now than before, tired and heavy, mumbled to the silence. He rolled over and heaved a sigh. He had to get up. He had to get home. There he could fix this. He could go after him again.[break][break] Ah, he couldn't see anymore. That's okay, though. He knew this feeling. The weight, the cold, the slowly slipping away. He didn't have the energy to be angry, but he was disappointed to see this old friend again knowing Nikki wasn't. He wondered if this time it will take him.[break][break] ( It doesn't. It never does. )[break][break] Emilio Ota wakes with IVs in his arms and a sore ache through his body. The ceiling is unfamiliar, but the smell of antiseptic burns his nose. He knows where he is. The air is occupied only by the humming of machinery and the sound of a heartbeat made digital. He stares a moment out the window. The silhouettes of bushes decorate the bottom of the window. The ground floor, then. How foolish, how stupid, they should've put him on the tenth. (It wouldn't have stopped him, though.) He pulls out the IVs, the wires and the machinery lets out a loud flat drone. Quickly now— Ah, no, that hurt. Legs crumple as he attempts to throw himself out of the bed, but after desperate gasps and near screams, he draggs himself back up. He has to get out. He can't stay here. Won't stay here just waiting for the police to come question him. The window wis easy to open, even with the stitches in his gut and the searing pain that threatens to steal his breath. Getting through the bushes is more difficult, but he manages. He takes a breath once outside, a moment to cope with the pain. The darkness is a blessing because it gives him a precious advantage to his escape. So he hides and then moves and hides again. Slowly, painfully, he makes his escape.[break][break] He hates the light of the halls. Bright fluorescent lights that made his eyes ache the moment he entered. He hated how visible he was and so quickly he knocked on the door of the apartment. Answer, answer. Please— " Lorelei." He nearly gasps her name as she opens the door. He's leaning against the door frame, blood soaking through the hospital shirt. " Let me in, do me this one favor and I'll do whatever you want." And she complies. The opened wound is closed again and cleaned and he's given clothes to wear that don't feel like paper against his skin. He is grateful.[break][break] Lorelei goes back to sleep. He lays down and he listens. Is there anyone out there in the hall? Anyone outside the window? There is nothing, though. No footsteps, no quiet clicking of equipment. He tells himself that that makes sense. This isn't home. He'd run on impulse, on instinct. Home, he had to run. If he was caught, they would kill him. Traitor. Terrorist. How would they label him? Here it is different, he knows that, but he isn't going to risk it. In the calm, the adrenaline eases away and tears bloom in his eyes. He doesn't have the energy to cry, but still they form and so they silently trace paths down his cheeks. He hates this. He wants to go home, but he can't, and so he wants to die, but he can't do that either. Not without Nikki. He won't go alone. He'll kill him before all else. [attr="class","manalishirnote"] [attr="class","manalishirnote1"]EXTRA NOTES [attr="class","manalishirnote2"] [attr="class","manalishirnote3"] [attr="class","manalishirnote4"] [attr="class","manalishirnote5"]
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 28, 2017 16:56:36 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]YOU CAN'T RUN[break] SO YOU MUST HIDE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]YOU WON'T MAKE IT BACK THIS TIME [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
Mary, Mary, at the end of it all it was only about her, wasn't it. Emilio never knew her, never knew of her, but Doctor X said she had to die and her death broke Nikki. He didn't know the details, really. A liability, she'd been labeled, but he hadn't cared to dig any further than that. Emilio suspected she and Nikki had become too close and rather than risk an information leak, Doctor X labeled her for death. Emilio understood. Nikki didn't. He couldn't see the big picture, so hung up on heartbreak. It was his own fault. He did this to her. Maybe he wasn't the one who pulled the trigger, but by getting so close to her, he brought her to her fate. Guilt weighed on him so heavily yet he still couldn't take responsibility. [break][break]
"Man, sometimes I think I'm fucking stupid, but you? You take idiocy to an entirely new level. You can't see the bigger picture of anything,
now can you?" He took a step to the side, then another, slowly circling him. His body ached, this fight already dragging out longer than he'd intended, too many minutes wasted on screaming at each other. A weight had settled in his body and he could feel each thud of his heart in his chest, his neck, his knuckles that bled and swelled. But while energy was becpming short supply, his chest still vibrated with anger that he thought might tear him apart from the inside. He hated this back and forth argument where neither got nowhere. There wasn't any hope of one convincing the other. Nikki couldn't make Emilio see the truth and Emilio couldn't make Nikki admit he was wrong. Emilio's fanatic loyalty and Nikki's fanatic hatred. An unstoppable force and an unmovable object.[break][break]
Oh. And he paused only for a moment before continuing to trace a circle around Nikki. He had a gun. How come he got a gun? They'd taken Emilio's when he'd come to the island and he'd scoured the island for an underground market, but there just wasn't one. No one was making or distributing illegal weapons, so where did Nikki get his? More importantly: Why hadn't he used it yet? Oh, but then again, he hadn't put up any sort of counterattack, had he. While Emilio put the force of blood thirst into the weight of each punch, the only thing Nikki had done was shout and scream and knock him off his feet. Attacks were dealt with by nimbly moving out of their way or parries and once he started trying to lecture him again he didn't even try to defend himself. Why was that? "Oh, look at you, yelling at me, trying to scare me, but still offering to do me such a nice favor." He laughed bitterly, "Can you even do it? Shoot a poor man manipulated and deluded by the evil Doctor X? Would I count as an innocent then, or do you think I'm too far gone? Let's find out." He didn't know. He had absolutely no idea what Nikki would do and it excited him. He couldn't really lose in this situation. Either he died or Nikki died and he was perfectly okay with either of those outcomes. And so he leapt forward, hands balled into fists again, eager to have Nikki's blood on them.
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Emilio? Stop? Naaaah
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 27, 2017 3:55:34 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]YOU CAN'T RUN[break] SO YOU MUST HIDE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]YOU WON'T MAKE IT BACK THIS TIME [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
Ah— That was a mistake. The thought shot through his mind as Nikki dropped down and lunged and suddenly Emilio saw the crisp blue sky above and he hated it. The same colour blue, it felt like it was lying to him. Not his sky, not his world, not his home. He knew not a face. Even this Nikki was different. All alone in this world and there was no going home. Stuck in a fake world with a fake Nikki where even though he was hurting him his anger didn't abate. It swelled stronger and stronger in bitterness until it choked him. He wanted to cry, he was so angry, and as his head slammed against the pavement, tears did bloom briefly in his eyes. But he blinked them away as hos body moved on its own, following instructions carved deep into his bones. Action without thought, while he tried to blink the black dancing spots from his vision, he smacked at Nikki. As his head cleared, the attacks became sharper and more accurate, the intent to maim and kill in every thudding hit.[break][break]
"He was fixing everything." The first words out of his mouth were delivered in a razor sharp shout, "I saw it, Nikki, because I replaced you. The people I killed valued their own money over the humanity of others, over the humanity of people like me. My people, that's who I was fighting for and Doctor X was carving for us a place where we didn't have to wonder if we were going to fucking eat that night. I saw it Nikki. I helped fucking make it. You left everyone to die when you left! Too much of a fucking coward to cut out the cancer killing the country." He kicked at him, punched until he could get free. "But I'm not fucking interested in converting you, though, I'm interested in killing you. So cut the talk and fight me."[break][break]
He hated what Nikki was shouting. Not because he believed his words applied to his own iteration of Doctor X, but because Nikki so believed them. Did they truly apply to Nikki's own Doctor X. It was possible, certainly, and it ached in his chest that a version of Doctor X could do something so senselessly cruel. To be used by the type you so despised without even knowing? How horrible. But his Doctor X, Alexander Wayne, the man who, in a weird way, was the closest thing to a father Emilio had? He wasn't like that. He wasn't the person who this Nikki hated with such passion. He delivered on his promises. And no one went to war like theirs for money. They weren't big enough, a strong enough force to profit from the civil war they ignited. There was nothing Nikki could say to convince him that his own Doctor X was using them all for his own profit. Absolutely nothing.
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 24, 2017 22:03:11 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]YOU CAN'T RUN[break] SO YOU MUST HIDE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]YOU WON'T MAKE IT BACK THIS TIME [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
It felt good. His hands ached and his heart thudded in his chest, but god, he felt alive. When was the last time he'd been in a fist fight? His entire specialty was taking targets out from a distance and so he'd almost forgotten the thrill, the high of a good fist fight. He couldn't help the smile, the bitter laughter. This could all go so very wrong, he knew that, but he was having fun with this. The feeling of Nikki's nose breaking, of bloodied knuckles. He wanted to etch it into his memory. He never wanted to forget these sensations.[break][break]
It was only a matter of time before Nikki reacted, but it was still over too soon. Emilio quickly retreated back a few steps as Nikki twisted away from him. The expected counter attack did not come and instead of fists, he was attacked with disgusted words. Still, he didn't let his guard down as he caught his breath. "Maybe yours was different, but the Doctor X I know? Didn't need to brainwash anyone. Why the fuck would he? The country's falling apart and he's the only one who's trying to fix it!" He spat, "We got so far, even without you, or rather our Nikki, I suppose. Got the entire west half of the U.S. We were so close, so fucking close and I'm suddenly stuck here with a fuck like you. I'm gonna make the most of it, though."[break][break]
Emilio Ota had started death in the face a number of times in his life. He'd danced that dance and memorized the steps. He wasn't scared, but it didn't make him reckless, because he knew he was better alive than dead. His familiarity with death only sharpened the edge of his fury. And so he skirted around and jumped forward again, fists at the ready and taking every opportunity presented. He wasn't interested in talk, only action. He wasn't there to convince Nikki he was wrong. He was there to hurt him. Nothing more and nothing less. Revenge, some ease to his aching soul. He may not be able to go home, but perhaps he could get some measure of justice. Justice for the way he hurt the good doctor, for how he turned his back on the cause, of everything that was good and just. [Break][break]
Ah, if only Nikki would just die already.
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 24, 2017 1:06:08 GMT
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 22, 2017 14:20:35 GMT
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It was funny and Emilio was giddy under his lies. He'd noticed how the pace had changed and he knew he held his full attention. This wasn't mere curiosity from Nikki, though, it was familiarity. "How did the revolution there go?" He could almost hear it on Nikki's lips. And his comments, of never winning against the operation, what was all Emilio really needed for proof. That was enough to know that he'd betrayed the cause and, more importantly, he'd betrayed Doctor X. The lingering questions of what did he do after that were tucked neatly away. While his Nikki eventually tried to rally a counter force against the revolution, it just didn't matter. The betrayal was all that mattered because that alone merited a strong punishment. Even with his answer, though, he kept going. He wanted to dig into Nikki's wounds and open them up again. Mary was the reason for it all. If she'd never been there, if Nikki'd never fallen for her, maybe he never would've betrayed them. Ah, but no, that wasn't right, was it? While Emilio had never worked with Nikki and rarely saw him, he could understand the changes when he did. What excitement he'd once had had turned dull. It had only been a matter of time before he'd want out. It was easy to blame Mary, though, it was easy to use her against him.[break][break]
Mary, Mary, oh he so delighted in the way that grabbed his attention. At the mere mention of her life, of some sort of happy ending, Nikki moved to grab onto his shoulders, as if to assure that this was real. Emilio danced quickly back and out of Nikki's reach. The look on Nikki's face. The disbelief, the way he yelled her name. It was just so funny. This was Nikki? This was pathetic.
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"It would be nice if you that was true, right? And maybe in some backwater reality, it is." Emilio laughed, because he had his answer and he couldn't keep this game up anymore. Admiration and cheer fell to wrath and malice, mask dropped in an instant. "I still can't imagine any Nikki doing anything other than betraying the only man who ever loved his worthless addict self. Don't get me wrong, though, I know that you're not the Nikki I know, but I can't just walk away from this. This is personal." He spit the words and he jumped forward. He had to have the upper hand, because he'd never actually seen Nikki fight, so he punched first and hard one after another. He had to beat him down while he could, because Nikki was bigger and an unknown and he'd never been in a fight so blind before. The fear rushed through him and he smiled, giddy at the mere prospect of ruining some part of Nikki. Giddy off the threat, the danger, the challenge. His anger overrode his excitement, though, and only his wrath radiated so clearly from him.
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"He loved you, Nikki, you were like a son to him and you— you threw it all away for a fucking girl? Do you know how broken he was after you hurt him like that?" He shouted through his attacks, "How could you do that to him?"
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 21, 2017 11:08:28 GMT
Emilio beamed, delighted in his agreement, and it didn't falter even as Nikki took off to a quick start. Emilio kept up easily enough, slipping through the crowd where Nikki decided to push. It wasn't a surprise, Nikki's urgency. This sort of game had never been one for him, after all. Borderline paranoia drove Nikki away from social interaction, he wanted out of this, and the only reason he'd agreed to this was because Emilio covered the easy way out. He did wonder, though, why Nikki simply hadn't said no, but he supposed it was there in the urgency with which he walked. And Nikki wasn't known for his intelligence, anyway.
"Well, you look like Nikki and where I'm from, Nikki's a hero." It almost hurt to say the words, but he forced the admiration in his voice, "He stopped a rebellion, an entire civil war. In the beginning, he was part of the rebellion. He admitted to assassinating several of the groups enemies, but he forced to do it by the group's leader. Eventually, he was able to break free and take them down. There was a big award ceremony and everything, all over national television. His girlfriend was there, too. Mary, I think?" Emilio liked to think he was good at digging his fingers into people, but Nikki wasn't exactly his usual target. He'd had minimal interactions with him before and what he knew now was simply what he'd heard from rumors and Doctor X. Surely, though, this would be enough. If he truly knew nothing or was offended by the idea of betraying the group, then Emilio would be in his way.
This wasn't his Nikki, though. He knew that much, because even he could realize that the chance of that happening was so astronomically low. It wasn't enough to deter him, though, or make him second guess his decisions. This was dangerous and this could very well end with Nikki standing over his corpse, but really, what did he have to lose? He couldn't go home and if he was going to die on this god forsaken island, better it be fighting someone he so despised.
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 20, 2017 0:50:38 GMT
The sunlight ached in Emilio's eyes, still freshly opened and half asleep. He'd trudged through the morning with no sense of urgency. While within the revolution, he'd been quick to rise, quick to work, now that he was here and working in retail of all things, that sense of urgency had faded. There was no one to fight, no government he was working to overthrow. He didn't even know anything about the government here aside from the basics, despite the effort he'd put into finding out. He'd decided to put off finding out more about the government and focus on getting by in the god forsaken island. At the moment, that meant coffee.
Emilio mechanically went through the motions. He waited patiently in line and scrolled through social media on his phone as he waited his turn. Unfortunately, he didn't follow many people. He couldn't even access most of his old social media and really it was a wonder his phone worked at all in this reality. It saddened him to see the apps on his phone that only produced error screens when opened. The island provided its own variety of social media, but Emilio simply didn't know the right people to properly establish a feed he found interesting. As he dug his hands into the underbelly of this place, though, he would find them.
"A large cold brew." He paused to think for just a moment, "Actually, two, please." Coffee would surely make the morning easier for both him and Lorelei and the longer they stayed in good moods, the less exhausted they would be. Lying as a spy had been fun enough and tiring, sure, but having to lie to customers? The fake smiles and fake understanding as customers yell and run him in circles in an attempt to bend him to their will? It was just so exhausting. Being a little late to work because of coffee would be fine.
"Number eight!" A barista called out, then a moment later, "Number nine!" And he stepped forward, but he hasn't been paying enough attention and so he and Number Eight collided. Hot coffee quickly soaked through his shirt and burned at his skin, but suddenly he didn't care. He knew that voice. He knew that face. A wrath suddenly crashed over him and his hands itched, aching for the familiar feeling of his handgun in his grip or the handle of a knife. He had neither of those things, though, as he looked straight into the eyes of Nikolai Strauss and perhaps this was for the best. Given he'd had either of those weapons, he'd have been on him already, but the tragic lack of them gave him the seconds to consider the situation. Although this man surely wore the same face as dear old Nikki, he really had no idea who he was. Emilio wasn't all that familiar with the details, but he knew well enough the basics: an infinite number of universes with an infinite number of possibilities. This Nikki could be a completely different person. Maybe in his reality, he never betrayed Doctor X. Maybe he never met him or maybe he hadn't ever been born. He didn't know, but he knew that undue attention would only hurt him so he stilled his hands.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where i was going. What did you have?" Emilio played nice. He hid away his thoughts and with expertise he played the apologetic innocent. He knew nothing. Nikki was just an unfortunate stranger. " I'll get you a new one." While he waited for them to pour another black coffee, he attempted to dab at the coffee that stained his shirt. He made a little progress before the barista quickly handed it to him. Emilio picked it up and then thrust it into Nikki's hands. Ah, but now how did he keep this going? He needed to know if he was going to get into a fight today.
"I uh okay so this might be weird, but you look like someone I used to know before I woke up on this island." Sheepish, embarrassed, played with an acceptable amount of looks away, shifts in weight, and anxious hand gestures, "I mean I don't think you're from where I am, because you don't recognize me, but is it okay if we talk for a moment? Not here, though, unless you want to. You look likd you've got a place to be. Walk and talk?" Take the bait, Emilio silently begged, fall for the act and fall into his hands. The nikki he knew hadn't been too bright, he prayed this one was just the same.
If this worked out, he was going to be terribly late for work and maybe Lorelei would chew him out, but for this it would surely be worth it. For some semblance of revenge, on this godforsaken island he would die happy. Surely she would understand. They were, after all, of similar nature.
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Post by Emilio Ota on Aug 14, 2017 14:22:23 GMT
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Emilio Ota was a spy and primary hitman for a radical revolutionist group aiming to overthrow the United States government. By the time they declared independence from the United States, they had successfully taken over the entirety of the west and southwest regions. He personally was working through a list of people who needed to be taken out before all out war broke out when he suddenly awoke on Tomodachi Island with no way home.
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PROFESSIONAL SPY
Emilio has had extensive training in being a spy and can live a full double life with little difficulty. He excels at lying and keeping his identities separate and while this is not a particularly useful skill on Tomodachi Island, it means that almost no one knows of his previous life.
ASSASSIN
He is trained in both bolt action and semi-automatic sniper rifles, hand guns, and knives. He specializes in long distance kills or surprise attacks with minimal combat. He is decent enough at close combat should the situation call for it and he strikes fast and hard, because he's unsuited for prolonged fights.
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Doctor X loads the revolver with a single bullet and spins the barrel. He puts it to his head and he looks at you and ( he doesn't hesitate. Why doesn't he hesitate? ) he pulls and— ( god! )[break][break] click[break][break] ( You can breathe again. You feel your heart start beating again. )[break][break] The gun is heavy in your hands. It's why you don't like them. Once, you tried rope, but your roommate cut you down. Once you tried water, but the hospital brought you back. What did you have to lose? ( Answer: Nothing. ) You look Doctor X in the eyes and your hands shake, but you're not scared.[break][break] You've been here before.[break][break] click[break][break] ( IV. Operation: Mindcrime )You know your name, but the people around you don't. You make sure they don't find out. [break][break] You are Emilio Ota, a spy for the Revolution. No one knows who you are, but with a fake name, a fake history, and a whole lot of money, you slide right into the rich and lavish lifestyle of politicians. You don't see Seattle for months as you live among people who make your gut twist, but it's okay because you're doing the good work. You document the lines across which money flows and whose pockets they settle into. Who deals, who takes, and what it's all used for. [break][break] Your information helps him compile a list of who to kill. Those who stand in the way of the revolution.[break][break] Nikki takes care of the rest.[break][break] ( V. Betrayal )Nikki, Nikki. An addict kept on a leash only as long as the wick of the candle he uses to melt his heroin. He's the company hitman and you remember when he reveled in what he did. Playing Death seemed to make him almost as happy as the drugs did, but the high fades and falls apart, because poor stupid Nikki throws it all away for a girl. [break][break] Doctor X assures you she won't be a problem anymore.[break][break] ( You hear them fighting. It's not the first time. )[break][break] ( You don't stick around. Nothing ever happens, after all. )[break][break] " Nikki's gone." [break][break] What?[break][break] ( You were wrong. Maybe if you'd intervened— )[break][break] ( VI. Grief )Grief grows like a mold. It digs in deep, through every crack and crevice, but you only see a fraction. Doctor X cuts at the fuzz, the visible symptoms, but he can't cut away the sickness growing within. [break][break] You set a cup of coffee on his desk and you wait. One, two, three, and you stop counting. You don't want to know how long it takes for him to realize you're there. Sometimes you tell yourself that his reaction is slow because he trusts you and because of that his subconscious decides to not tell him of your existence. Other times, you decide that he's just getting his thoughts in order and he's known you've been there for the past three minutes.[break][break] ( The others don't see it, but you do. The reactions that take a few seconds longer than before. The way he stares off into space. )[break][break] " The documents you wanted, sir." You set the folder in front of him, " And I brought you coffee." You bring his attention to it. He thanks you and you frown. He can't go on like this. Not even because the cause will suffer, but because he can't continue to grieve for someone who'd rather him dead.[break][break] ( Nikki's betrayal cuts him to the bone. It's not a matter of pride, it's a matter of family. )[break][break] You can't do much. You're not his friend, you're his employee. It's not your place to comfort him and you respect the boundaries laid when you two met. He'd know everything about you. You'd know nothing about him. You do what little can and you turn to leave.[break][break] "Emilio." He is the one to cross the boundaries you both so carefully placed, "Have you ever killed a man?"[break][break] ( VII. Hatred )You hate Nikki. You hate him in a way you never hated anyone before. It stews in you until it burns like acid and the fact that he's been caught and awaits trial by the government is only a cold comfort. You want to kill him yourself for how he hurt him. You want to scream at him the truth he won't see as you choke the life out of him. [break][break] Hatred drives you forward. You won't be like Nikki. You won't hurt him the way he did.[break][break] It's cold on top of the eight story building, both the air and the concrete you're laying on, but the wind's light and you're grateful because it makes your work so much easier. The sniper rifle you hold feels no different from the rest of your body and you wield it with precision. At your side is your neighbor Morgan and he runs the calculations for the distance and wind and you adjust as necessary. He has a semi-auto in his hands and he's ready to move. He covers your back as your rifle jumps and blood paints broken glass. [break][break] You're out of the building and away from the scene in five. Once you're clear, you're laughing.[break][break] ( VIII. Breaking News )"The Western region of the United States declared independence earlier this morning. They're calling themselves the—" You flick the television off. You don't need the news to tell you what's happening because you're working at the heart of it. It's been hit after hit after hit since Doctor X announced the revolution. Your assignment? Take down as many of the competition as possible before all out war breaks out. So far, you're halfway through your list. [break][break] You love the way they cower. 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