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Post by V on Apr 8, 2006 18:48:49 GMT -5
V couldn't help to laugh to himself at such a silly question being thrown at a smiling Mask. What a question to ask, especially for the lad being who he was. Perhaps time had worked away some of his old assertiveness. V would change that.
"Who? Who is but the form following the function of what... and what I am is a man in a mask."
He tipped is head down, the hat shielding the eye holes of the mask, blocking the wind.
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Post by Spider-Man on Apr 9, 2006 7:28:10 GMT -5
"Well obviously," Peter sneered.
He was so tired, and couldn't keep down his own disguise. He pulled the webbed mask from his head and looked at V with cold, dead like eyes.
"but whose is the face behind the mask?"
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Post by V on Apr 9, 2006 11:15:41 GMT -5
He raised his finger in a scolded and tip his head to the right. The hair of the wig moved slighty infront of the mask.
"That is no question. But prehaps I'll satisfy your uncertainty in a way." He uttered like a lecturing parent.
"We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask." *** Quoted V.
V saw that his answer struck Spider-man unsatisfactory.
"Come now. You, of all people, know the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. But, I will answer your intital question further on who I am." He said to try to please the younger man and went into a dramatic stance.
"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." He took off his hat and bowed.
***We Wear the Mask--Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Post by Spider-Man on Apr 9, 2006 11:26:52 GMT -5
An odd silence cast upon the rooftop, each adventurer stood listening to the whistling wind. It swooped around Spider-Man's torso before blowing over and raising V's cape.
Peter smirked, he liked this guy. He seemed very intelligent. Not the same sort of scientific intelligence as himself, or Tony Stark or Reed Richards, but a mind bursting with artistic and dramatic notions.
"Ok... call me Spider-Man." Peter introduced himself, pulling his mask back on and standing with more confidence as his trust for the stranger grew.
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Post by V on Apr 9, 2006 11:38:03 GMT -5
"I know." He said plainly. "I must admit I'm surprized to see that one of America's greatest champions still lives and breaths. But if it were impossible to survive the great horrors of our time, then I wouldn't be here."
A brief silence between them, the wind providing the sound for the pondering of the two of them.
As if he were intuned with the Grand clock, Big Ben, he suddenly burst with a proposition.
"I'm very late for my date with Lady Justice. Would you mind if we continue our disscussion there. You see, this is not a chance meeting and I require somthing of you." He gestured forward with his hand in the direction of the statue of Lady Justice, not within seeing distance, a few blocks away.
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Post by Spider-Man on Apr 9, 2006 11:41:41 GMT -5
Peter's exhaustion and hunger were growing stronger, he needed rest. Maybe this man would provide shelter, God knows he had a better chance with him rather than the authorities who sooner shot him than saved him.
"Sure." Spider-Man answered, following the cloaked man.
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Post by redraptor on Sept 4, 2006 16:53:28 GMT -5
Nightblade knew very well who he was. He landed silently between the two and enjoyed the look of surprise on the Americans face. " I hope it would not be too much to ask that I joined you?" Nightblade prided himself on the construction of his new costume. All black, except for the carmine of his face mask, taking the form of an onis' jaw, leaving a slot for his eyes.
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