tampered | log; continuing

when; 08 March, evening.
rating; PG-13
characters; Lelouch Lamperouge [

lel0uch], Alexis Hargreaves [

maitre_de_carte]
summary; A strange sighting leads to an even stranger meeting.
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The evening had proven beneficial to him; the darkness had the funny effect of keeping most inside, which certainly worked to his advantage. Even if he were untouchable, as much as he himself had proven, there was always the off chance that there could be something awry. There was no room for any error in judgement, and certainly not now when he hadn't yet achieved his goal. There was always the risk, but it was more of a matter of reducing them. The evening guaranteed a low percentage, indeed.

There was always something about an evening stroll in the very late winter that calmed one's nerves, and even after a few moments it had been satisfactory enough that the puffs of smoke rising from that pipe had increased the further he had ventured. He hadn't come across any people then, and of course he had hoped it would remain that way. It didn't matter, he finally decided-- so long as the people he encountered had no malicious intent saved for him, it wouldn't matter. The reduction of risk had mandated that he bring a cleverly concealed and poisoned pin; one never knew, after all, and it saved some trouble.

Just when he had thought that he would not come across another soul, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance ahead-- another one turning the corner onto the sidewalk a few metres before even that other. They were, thankfully, unrecognisable, as the street lights showed him, yet it was no reason not to keep his guard up. After all, the unexpected could and often did occur in this city; to be off one's guard was to invite death. Even he couldn't afford that gamble,

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Lelouch was restless; already he could see the pieces of the game set before him. Only now, he truly had nothing to lose. Nunnally was safe in their world, he was dead in all sense of the word. All that was before him was a set of deities; figures of injustice, that needed to be dealt with. And he was getting to it-- people were just as dissatisfied with the way things were now. Why shouldn't they, he, step up to do something about this? Lelouch vi Britannia was born to change the world.

And these menace in front of him were nothing but useless people; drunkards who thought him to be easy picking.

He sneered at them. They had thought he would be easy prey. They thought wrong.

Sliding his hands before his eyes to active the Geass, he smiled at them. "I, Lelouch vi Britannia, order you--" he pointed towards the group of thugs, making sure to make eye-contact with each and everyone of them, "to run like dogs with your tails between your legs. If you can."

It had been a simple order - one that certainly paled in comparison to all the other orders he had issued as Emperor of Britannia - but it was satisfying nevertheless. Regardless of how this rebellion was to go, the power of the Kings, Geass, will certainly have to be utilized once more.

If the deities were going to force their desires on him, then he was going to force their, no, his desires on them.

The inevitable encounter ahead had begun, and now the one lone man was surrounded by three. It was clear that the men were in a drunken disorder, and a disgrace it was to see, truly. Such excesses had no room for pity, and Alexis could only sneer a fraction at them from the distance. They weren't really even worth that much an effort, but of course they would receive their due the next morning, if not within a short matter of time.

It wasn't going to be as simple as that, clearly, and the men seemed to take on a more malicious intent as the seconds ticked on. Truly, it was a boring sight; such crimes on the streets were penny-a-day and as commonplace as the fog in London, and this jaded attitude had carried over into, if not intensified within, this city. Quickly, Alexis planned to take the next step in the other direction; it wasn't worth his time at all to interfere.

But then a strange thing happened. With a simple command and a gesture of the hand, the three drunken men did as they were told-- fittingly, they scurried off much like the dogs they were ordered to imitate. A simple action it appeared to be; but Alexis himself knew there was more to eliminating the opposition than an imperious tone and a flourish. There was more to this situation than there appeared to be. He himself smiled faintly and approached forward, clapping his hands together a few times in deliberate fashion.

"Quite the impressive feat...."

The sound of gentle clapping had Lelouch stiffening in wariness, but only for a moment. He was soon at ease again, as if in that moment he had forgotten what power he held within him - the power of Geass - and had just recovered that important piece of knowledge again.

He was not, however, about to reveal Geass to this person, whoever he was.

"I suppose," Lelouch said with an air of nonchalance as he turned to this stranger. "But then again... you don't deal with unruly drunkards often, do you?" He smiled then; that mask of innocence put up instantly.

Edited 2009-03-10 06:30 (UTC)

"You would suspect that of me upon a first glance?" He smiled still, retaining his front of simplicity for the other as he stopped a respectable distance from the young man. Yes, young and certainly of a more regal mindset than what he had expected of someone his age. And, in all reality, the possibility of this young stranger being within the nobility was quite high.

At the least, he could be within the gentry, which, indeed, would be far better than what he had encountered before.

Alexis chuckled slightly, upholding his own innocent façade. "Appearances aren't always fact-- you understand, yes?"

"Yes," Lelouch answered easily, that smile widening just a bit, "but that is something that everyone learns at one point." His hands moved in small, but elegant gestures to emphasize his indifference to the topic. One would have to live in an extremely sheltered world to think otherwise, and Lelouch had certainly not been living like a sheltered prince.

He moved, taking a step forward and intending to walk past this well-dressed stranger. Something about the stranger was positively intimidating, but he really couldn't quite put a finger on it... yet. It was a familiar feeling. Perhaps it was the man's age. This man could have been his father, if going by age alone.

The thought was irritating, to say the least.

"Enjoying a good walk this late too?" he said simply, still keeping that friendly smile for appearances.

The young man seemed a pleasant one, but the façade could very well not have matched the inner workings of his mind. Alexis knew all too well how important keeping appearances was, and it was very possible that this man with such a regal mien knew this fact, as well. His indifferent attitude displayed well his intellect, but there was room for more.

Not only that, but there had to be further investigation into that simple prestidigitation.

For now, though, Alexis knew that sudden movement would not do. "Yes, well, I find a good stroll at certain times clears one's mind of the most troublesome things-- you understand, I'm certain," he replied nonchalantly, puffing more on his pipe while scrutinising the lad before him. Perhaps there could be some use for this young man....

Lelouch tilted his head slightly, to frown and act as if he were just the tiniest bit curious and concerned for this stranger. In truth, he wasn't, but it seemed like the best course of action at the moment.

"I suppose I can as well, but in this place, one finds trouble rather than other things," Lelouch explained calmly. "Correct?"

He waited for an answer, and while doing so, studied this stranger all the more closely. A part of him knew that the curiosity the man had displayed after seeing the results of his thoughtlessness in using Geass could be... problematic.

Troublesome.

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