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Yesterday, 09:01 PM
File 1-9 B SIDE: Masks
Perspective Switch: Despina
![[Image: Sanity%20mini.png]](http://homebrewdeviants.com/static/Masa/Sanity%20mini.png)
You've scuttled up into the alley nearby, your witchy mirror manifested against the wall.
Time was of the essence, you put your foot on the ground and now you need to switch to a lighter touch.
Reflected at you is your favorite mask, the Sorceress. How it works and why is a mystery to everyone but you, and you'd rather keep it that way.
The voice of the Fox persona from earlier doesn't seem particularly happy being dragged along, the pounding and hissing of its personal tantrum cycling through your head.
Despina: What do you want?
The Fox: You're really playing quite the gambit today.
Despina: Nothing else will get the result I want.
The Fox: Crossing the paths of a volatile rookie and a man contracted with one of the most dangerous entities recorded in history-
Despina: It's mere exaggeration, I don't sense anything.
The Fox: Deception is a powerful tool, you know that more than anything else.
Despina: And I'm calling bluff, I don't know what more you want me to tell you.
The Fox: The rabbit intercepted the delivery.
Despina: I came in to check on the situation, things turned out fine.
The Fox: Fine this, fine that. At some point you're going to run out of luck.
Despina: Never had any to begin with, making due what what I've got.
The Fox: A broken body and a pile of masks?
Despina: A method to game the system in my favor.
The Fox: You're falling apart.
Despina: I know, that's why I'm rubber ducking off a intrusive thought sequence.
The Fox: I'm plenty real in the moment.
Despina: What I'm counting on, now soundboard with me on this.
The Fox: Well I've noticed you're already quick to remove the fangs. That little sorceress of yours-
Despina: Is what I need, a softer touch. Someone more bubbly, relaxed, warm..
The Fox: Everything you're not.
Despina: Not just yet...
The Fox: Look at yourself, you're barely in touch with reality. Your mind is not your own, your flesh feels more detached than ever, god knows you're a misstep away from ascension with no fanfare.
Despina: Which is why I need you and the others right now. If I can't keep a grip on reality as myself, to cling on with my own thoughts then..
The Fox: Then you adopt another's? That of a dead entity much less? You're a idiot playing with fire.
Despina: Absolutely. That's why I'm still here. Now, whether I like to admit it or not you're the bite to my bark and I need you to behave.
The Fox: If you needed someone to play tough for you, should've ordered a spine.
You give the fox a little shrug as you finish up switching guises, as soon as the mask fully settles you feel yourself ease into the role you need.
Despina: You know, that's not a bad idea.
The Fox: Don't even humor it-
Despina: Seriously, you're pretty good at this. Maybe a little bit of a sour bean-
That Fox: That is NOT a phrase anyone uses.
Despina: It could be, consider it-
The Fox: Stop. Hate that stupid silly smile of yours...
Despina: Nope, you love it.
The Fox: Smug shithead. Get yourself together and look alert, someone's coming.
Speaking of silly smiles...
Romero: Hey! You still out here? Got a quick question about something-
Suddenly the noise of a truck's horns, thunder, cars twisting into the road and... silence.
You look over.
...All momentum stopped by a single block, a flash, a crack in the sky, and standing there Romero without a single fear in his eye.
His entity was rumored to be dangerous, capable of ending entire civilizations on a bad day. The package, a weapon said to make any brave soul into a immovable object.
The Godbreaker's Guard...
File 2-1 Proxy's Second Coming
Perspective Switch: Romero
![[Image: Another%20Parry.png]](http://homebrewdeviants.com/static/Masa/Another%20Parry.png)
You are Romero DeLagos. You just parried a truck.
Perspective Switch: Despina
You've scuttled up into the alley nearby, your witchy mirror manifested against the wall.
Time was of the essence, you put your foot on the ground and now you need to switch to a lighter touch.
Reflected at you is your favorite mask, the Sorceress. How it works and why is a mystery to everyone but you, and you'd rather keep it that way.
The voice of the Fox persona from earlier doesn't seem particularly happy being dragged along, the pounding and hissing of its personal tantrum cycling through your head.
Despina: What do you want?
The Fox: You're really playing quite the gambit today.
Despina: Nothing else will get the result I want.
The Fox: Crossing the paths of a volatile rookie and a man contracted with one of the most dangerous entities recorded in history-
Despina: It's mere exaggeration, I don't sense anything.
The Fox: Deception is a powerful tool, you know that more than anything else.
Despina: And I'm calling bluff, I don't know what more you want me to tell you.
The Fox: The rabbit intercepted the delivery.
Despina: I came in to check on the situation, things turned out fine.
The Fox: Fine this, fine that. At some point you're going to run out of luck.
Despina: Never had any to begin with, making due what what I've got.
The Fox: A broken body and a pile of masks?
Despina: A method to game the system in my favor.
The Fox: You're falling apart.
Despina: I know, that's why I'm rubber ducking off a intrusive thought sequence.
The Fox: I'm plenty real in the moment.
Despina: What I'm counting on, now soundboard with me on this.
The Fox: Well I've noticed you're already quick to remove the fangs. That little sorceress of yours-
Despina: Is what I need, a softer touch. Someone more bubbly, relaxed, warm..
The Fox: Everything you're not.
Despina: Not just yet...
The Fox: Look at yourself, you're barely in touch with reality. Your mind is not your own, your flesh feels more detached than ever, god knows you're a misstep away from ascension with no fanfare.
Despina: Which is why I need you and the others right now. If I can't keep a grip on reality as myself, to cling on with my own thoughts then..
The Fox: Then you adopt another's? That of a dead entity much less? You're a idiot playing with fire.
Despina: Absolutely. That's why I'm still here. Now, whether I like to admit it or not you're the bite to my bark and I need you to behave.
The Fox: If you needed someone to play tough for you, should've ordered a spine.
You give the fox a little shrug as you finish up switching guises, as soon as the mask fully settles you feel yourself ease into the role you need.
Despina: You know, that's not a bad idea.
The Fox: Don't even humor it-
Despina: Seriously, you're pretty good at this. Maybe a little bit of a sour bean-
That Fox: That is NOT a phrase anyone uses.
Despina: It could be, consider it-
The Fox: Stop. Hate that stupid silly smile of yours...
Despina: Nope, you love it.
The Fox: Smug shithead. Get yourself together and look alert, someone's coming.
Speaking of silly smiles...
Romero: Hey! You still out here? Got a quick question about something-
Suddenly the noise of a truck's horns, thunder, cars twisting into the road and... silence.
You look over.
...All momentum stopped by a single block, a flash, a crack in the sky, and standing there Romero without a single fear in his eye.
His entity was rumored to be dangerous, capable of ending entire civilizations on a bad day. The package, a weapon said to make any brave soul into a immovable object.
The Godbreaker's Guard...
File 2-1 Proxy's Second Coming
Perspective Switch: Romero
You are Romero DeLagos. You just parried a truck.
