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[banquetofjustice]

[ it's the depths of night and he's wandering--searching--hunting when the starlight goes stale.

he has to stop, briefly; turn, survey his surroundings, try to decipher why all the shadows are so washed out and why the road under his feet isn't the same one he was walking on not a moment before.

(his first thought, before he can stop it: it's dead max's fault)

(recalling hiding behind the same hero identity back when he wasn't robin but then again it feels so much more real now) ]

Where--?

[ half a demand question posed to the sparse few silhouettes parading past him and falling on deaf ears--nobody doing so much as casting a glance at the boy in the cape and the mask.

(and he gets the feeling that they're all brainwashed, and maybe he's been put here for a reason) ]

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[banquetofjustice]

[ he bristles at that--at weak, at the clear provocation that he's in far too deep to ignore. the numbers seal pulses aquamarine on the back of his hand and that first feminine voice is screaming.

(no no no he's wrong your mother galaxy queen is far from weak and you have to show him that) ]

Servant of darkness! Minion of Dead Max! I'll make you rue the day you crossed paths with ESPer Robin!

[ and he believes it, truly and wholeheartedly; losing is inconceivable and certainly not permitted because that's something fuuya would do and he is fuuya no longer.

(does not ever want to have to be fuuya again, but that's a different matter)

his duel disk folds out and he smiles (and he's a child how can he possibly manage to look so dangerous)

(fixes his gaze on the other and waits because the first move is not his to make) ]