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Bill

"When I say 'hold the onions' I mean 'get them the fuck out of my food'."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Dan-Nal-Khali

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The Yellow Captain, and leader of the medical division of the military; his power is electrical, and he turns it towards maintaining the body.

So begins...

Bill's Story

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Bill enters, dressed in his yellow Captains' robes, a hummingbird moth pearched on his right eyebrow.

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Bill enters, a tall, blond young man with a hummingbird moth attatched to his left eyebrow.

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Small Path 2

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Bill appears, as if my magic, looks around some, then appears to grow bored and vanishes again.

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Bill observed the door to the establishment with oddly mismatched eyes, having little or no desire to enter at the presetnt ime.

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Bill observed the door to the establishment with oddly mismatched eyes, having little or no desire to enter at the present time. He had removed his mask, though he was unsure why; torn between showing the self-inflicted scoring on his face and letting his glowing blue eye see. His forked blade was hidden not too far away, as was his gaudy costume; he had no stomach for such things tonight.

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He heard her before her saw her, he wasn't looking, had no mind to look and didn't care to find the attention needed; his mind was in the clouds, making them boil, making them dark and filled with static. Her words drew him away from his thoughts of lightning and made him scowl; who was she?

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Bill turned to observe her with a sparking eye, half his face in shadow so that he seemed to be his old, hansom self. Deliver us from evil? Salvation and damnation were written on his face, side by side, though damnation currently stood in shadow. He knew her, what she was, the second she passed him, and he followed her, watching her through the window.

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Bill smiled, the expression dark, and continued to watch her. Overhead, as storm was welling in the clouds, sapping the light of the sun and casting shadows over his face. The creature of prayer, he knew her kind.

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Bill could hear her through the open window, her distracted babbling making perfect sense to him. He decided in that moment that he would kill her, not because of what she was, though her kind must die, they all must die for offering him such false salvation, but because she made sense to him. He couldn't stand it, he had to be alone.

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Bill spoke quietly, though she would probably hear him; her kind had sharp ears. "He doesn't listen. The Lord, so arrogant on his throne of skulls, would never listen to those who think to call for him. The Lord embraces the unworthy and curses the damned, he exists to mock, not to save."

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Bill laughed, but it was far from a pleasant sound, and the was no mirth in it. "He sacrificed his son, and all the sons in Egypt. The Lord, the child killer; he does it for his pleasure, kills children in his anger. Worship the killer of innocents, worship the deity that kills children to punish those he classes as evil. Dictator-Lord, capital rule and guerilla warfare in the truest sense."

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Bill was certain now that he would kill her, the one who made too much sense to live. Was she Goldilocks, the thief? Lancelot... no, Lancelot was Goldilocks and stole his porridge. "Goldilocks, Lancelot," he cooed, voice light and strange and laughing. Hysteria, lightning's edge in his sing-song tone; he had said that line before and loved it, he used it again now. "For stealing my porridge. The Lord doesn't love you, the Lord loves devotion, he doesn't reward, only punishes those who refuse to follow him, and others in example. Glory onto the Lord, for we know what he will do if we displease him."

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Bill longed to feel her break, wanted her to hurt as he could not afford to hurt; he broke vicariously through the destruction of others, expelling his anguish through their tortured wailing. He could not (would not) die, but he could drive them to the death he longed for.

"The Lord exists to make examples, shows the bound and the dictated what happens when they fail to worship the so called higher power. The Lord is Genocide, a murderer of children. Devotion to a deity is hysteria and Stockholm syndrome not faith."

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Bill remained exactly where he was, the side of his face that painted the image of salvation turned towards the window, so that if she saw him she would see only a man. "I speak to you, I see your thoughts, I am more of a Lord than He has ever been. He never answers, He never cares."

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Bill twitched his lips into a fierce smile, not looking directly at her; in the odd reflective light coming from the bright inside, his blue eye seemed to spark and glow. "He never listens. He never answers."

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Bill noted her rapture, her obedience that was close to worship... she was like his Guinevere... He called himself Arthur, but he knew in his heart that he was Lancelot. Lancelot who loved and lost and was dealt a terrible punishment. Lancelot who turned away from his brothers at a table that was round- clock faces and rainbow colours, everybody fell as time dissolved and colour died into monochrome.

"You do not order me, you do not order me for you would never order the Lord." He smiled again, still keeping her bathed in the light of his salvation. "I know your mind."

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He was no more than she was? Foolish, but amusing all the same. Her ignorance was pitiful and it made him smile. To her, he was as good as the Lord, for he would bring to her judgement... damnation on the hidden side of his face. Lure her out with the pretence of a saviour then destroy her with his avenging lightning.

"I am, and have always been so much more than you are. You are nothing but a baby."

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Bill twitched his lips into a tight smile once again, his sharp, sparking blue eye watching her with nameless intent. The glass was so much like the barrier that separated them; the thin, easily shattered line between her place and his own. How hard would it be to turn her into a creature such as himself? His smile grew.

"You are a child in all senses of the word, newly blooded, newly changed, you eyes just opened to the sins of your so-called God."

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Bill tilted his head just a fraction to one side, the very beginnings of the scarring across his nose just visible in the light spilling from the window. She wanted to learn from him? He had never had such a response before, and was unsure how to answer. She reminded him of his Princess, his lost little Princess... he didn't answer her.

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Bill was confused by her pleading, for she was pleading for something that he didn't quite understand; it was not her life she asked for, she didn't beg for him to spare her... "I could kill you where you stand..." His confusion tainted his voice, leaking into his words and the slight, continued tilting of his head.

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Bill was... fascinated. He turned to face her fully, the damned side of his face scored by multiple, ragged lines, some of which were still open and raw. The eye nestled amongst those scars was blue, as blue as his other, but its gaze was odd; there was something very wrong with that eye.

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Bill stared at her for a long moment; it had been a long time since someone had asked him to speak... "What do you see when you look upon me?" He was curious; he had been unable to self-examine since the beginning of his new life, and he was curious to see himself through her eyes.

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Bill looks around the door, almost as if to confirm to himself that the bar was actually there.

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Bill slipped into the room, as quiet and inconspicuous as possible this time around; there was no Lancelot here today, he told himself, so no need for the dramatic. Now was the time for secrecy. Stabbing the knight in the back would have to happen in darkness, where hoods covered his bleeding eyes and the electricity in his soul was caged.

"Information is such a valuable thing..." He spoke almost to himself, but he spoke also for the girl; he couldn't read her thoughts, but they were oddly in tune this night.

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Bill slid into a seat, because it wasn't an order; an order would have ended in her destruction, for even his Princess didn't give him orders. "Tell me, what do you know, and what do you want for it?"