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tushanshu_logs2015-04-15 10:59 pm
highprofilerichkid) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-04-15 10:59 pm
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Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed
Characters: CLOSED to Callaghan and Tony
Date: April 13
Location: Callaghan's apartment
Situation: Tony confronts Callaghan about his suspicions
Warnings/Rating: None yet
The bit about "shapeshifting" had thrown him off for a while.
Like a lot of other people, Tony had assumed that meant the mysterious mugger had to be a kedan. But then metal had been mentioned, and a mask had started to seep into the rumors... and, well, it wasn't hard for Tony to connect the dots after that.
He'd wasted half a week trying to track down the nighttime menace and catch him in the act. He's still not sure if he'd been looking for proof, or hoping to be proven wrong, but either way, he'd always been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he hadn't managed to track his target down. And, finally, he forces himself to face the truth.
He knows who the mugger is.
He hates to admit it, hates the all-too-familiar feeling of betrayal and bitterness and disappointment that the admission brings, but one of the things he's learned the hard way here in Keeliai is: the longer you lie to yourself, the more trouble you're in when the truth finally catches up to you. No one else has come forward and the attacks haven't stopped, and Tony can't avoid his responsibility anymore. If anyone's going to put a stop to this, it's going to be him.
So, wearing the armor backpack and a carefully blank expression, he makes his way to Callaghan's apartment, and knocks.
Date: April 13
Location: Callaghan's apartment
Situation: Tony confronts Callaghan about his suspicions
Warnings/Rating: None yet
The bit about "shapeshifting" had thrown him off for a while.
Like a lot of other people, Tony had assumed that meant the mysterious mugger had to be a kedan. But then metal had been mentioned, and a mask had started to seep into the rumors... and, well, it wasn't hard for Tony to connect the dots after that.
He'd wasted half a week trying to track down the nighttime menace and catch him in the act. He's still not sure if he'd been looking for proof, or hoping to be proven wrong, but either way, he'd always been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he hadn't managed to track his target down. And, finally, he forces himself to face the truth.
He knows who the mugger is.
He hates to admit it, hates the all-too-familiar feeling of betrayal and bitterness and disappointment that the admission brings, but one of the things he's learned the hard way here in Keeliai is: the longer you lie to yourself, the more trouble you're in when the truth finally catches up to you. No one else has come forward and the attacks haven't stopped, and Tony can't avoid his responsibility anymore. If anyone's going to put a stop to this, it's going to be him.
So, wearing the armor backpack and a carefully blank expression, he makes his way to Callaghan's apartment, and knocks.