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[A certain someone is back in Wankerville. Not that he knows he's 'back' just yet. Much has happened since the last time he was here, if one could even say he was here at all. He was a different person then. He's a different person now. About a year and a half have passed, but it feels like a lifetime. He's Lex Luster Jr., though he no longer has a passport to prove it. The only identity he legally has is Sam-Sara Bardo's, because Interpol takes the protection program very seriously and so should he. Not that he's wearing Sam-Sara's mask or even his clothing. His appearance, from the thick woolen sweater with long sleeves to his favorite scarf, is very much Lex.

The memories from before are so vague that they don't reach him through the initial panic.

The first thought that strikes him is that he's not supposed to be here. Not out in the open. Not like this. He doesn't have anything to cover his face- what if someone recognizes him- what if they think he broke his house arrest agreement again? He didn't mean to! He doesn't know why he's here at all, or how. What if this was the last straw? What if they decide to overturn the penal committee's suggestion for real this time? What if they lock him away for good, or finally subject him to that long overdue execution? That's so unfair! He didn't choose to leave the house! He didn't choose to leave Benny-

-Benny. Shit shit shit. Is he okay? Does he know what happened? Did someone attack him in order to move Lex from the house? Why go through so much trouble and then leave him in some abandoned village in the first place? Is he even near L.A. anymore? What is going on?-

His immediate reaction to the reeling train of thought that he can't control or make sense of is to hide. To find somewhere safe and regain his composure there. Phantom or no Phantom, hiding is his first answer to everything. Hiding is that one instinct he's had since childhood that never left- not once. Hide and then wait to be found by someone trustworthy, no matter how long it takes. No matter how agonizing it is to feel alone and abandoned.

Once he can actually get his feet to move, he sprints towards the nearest house to yank the door open. Somehow, the fact that it's unlocked doesn't strike him as odd at all. It seems almost natural for it to be open to anyone. He darts inside and slams the door shut behind himself again, then allows his knees to buckle. He hits the ground with a thud. After all the training Benny's been putting him through, he'd been doing so well with controlling his emotional instability. He'd made such great progress. With the way he's hyperventilating into his hands, all that progress sure feels insignificant.]

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[...Oh. So there's a psychopath on the loose. One who hasn't been seen for a while, apparently, but a psychopath nonetheless. That is not helping his anxiety any. Nor is the notion that Tori would try to step between himself and said psychopath. Benny would do the same, because of course he would.]

Oh, no, I don't want you to...- I mean... I can take care of myself. [Except that he can't. Ever since the Phantom 'died', he's been spectacularly useless when cornered.]

[She wants to argue it more than she's prepared to, but she'll just sigh softly and keep it brief.]

Let's compromise, then. You take care of yourself by getting the hell out of there and leave any fighting the bastard to me, okay? I have a score to settle with him anyway~

[That and she imagines that she's... far more durable against the psychotic Yuan than Lex is. Even if Lex were still the Phantom. ...when did she begin to think that human beings were weak? Ugh, that's no good...]

[... That's not... That doesn't really... Um.]

I'd much prefer neither of us resort to fighting him and get the hell out instead. [Is that even an option, though? He knows how tenacious murderous assholes can get once they've made someone their target.]

[She turns to face him completely.]

Fine, fine~ you win. If everyone can actually escape, then that's what I'll do, but if not... well, he'll just force my hand, you know?

[As she says that last part, she summons the smallest of shadowy wisps to pat him on the shoulder, gently, before dissipating completely. She hopes it doesn't freak him out, because it's supposed to be both a gesture of comfort and proof that she can at the very least handle herself to an extent. It looks like she has at least a little more control over that part of her magic, too--enough to know that Lex isn't at risk if she uses it. She wouldn't risk it if it meant hurting him. Never him.]

But enough about that asshole! Come on, let's get you something to eat, okay~?

[And with that she turns around, once again leading him to the kitchen.]

Edited (mild wording tweak) 2015-08-08 22:59 (UTC)

[Yeah no that is not an answer he's satisfied with. Those shadowy tentacly things don't exactly soothe his nerves in regards to the matter, either. Sure, it's weird powerful magic, but their opponent would still be a dude with no regard for life. As for being tapped on the shoulder, he's not going to freak out about it but hot damn is that unsettling.

Let's just... focus on food. It's so much easier to focus on that.]

... Right. Yes. [He'll follow her to the kitchen, still in a bit of a stupor.]

[They likely won't come to a conclusion both of them are satisfied with. The opponent would be a man with no regard for life, but... honestly, Tori has no regard for that Yuan's life, either. Years ago, it would be difficult. It was difficult, back then. But now, with her state of mind... he's just an imposter with Yuan's face, an imposter who almost killed her father. Tori would love to eliminate him if given the chance. However, that's not something she's going to say aloud. Lex doesn't need to know about what she can be really be like.]

Here we are! [She states this cheerfully as they step into the kitchen, immediately looking from her cabinets.] Let's see... what do I have~?

[Thaaat is a question he can't answer, nor does he particularly want to butt in. He'll take what he can get, at this point. That's why he'll stand back and allow Tori to do her searching in peace.

Yup, he'll just... lean back against this wall and focus on keeping his breathing steady. And try to keep his mind off of psychopath murderers and animatronics and God knows what else kind of threats might pop up here.]

How do you feel about cereal?

[She holds a box of offbrand Frosted Flakes up over her head. The name of the offbrand? ...Frosted Flakes. Yo, somebody owe Tony some motherfuckin' money.]

Cereal will do.

[Benny would scold him for using cereal as a substitute for an actual meal, but at this point it's more about getting something into his stomach and less about it being nutritious.]

All right, then! [She claps her hands together and grins.] I'll get you a bowl and some milk, then. Come on, come on! Sit yourself right down at the table, okay?

[One has to wonder how long she's been living alone to be this eager to serve guests like this... or maybe Lex is just a special exception.]

[He's a little taken aback by her enthusiasm, but after a few seconds of pause, he goes to sit himself down anyway. ... This feels kind of weird.]

You... eat more than just cereal yourself, right? [With how bad her cooking is, he wouldn't put it past her to survive on a cereal diet.]

[She'll just get that milk and a bowl, pouring the cereal into the bowl and topping it with milk. After she quickly grabs a spoon, she'll go to the table and put the whole thing down in front of Lex. ...and then she answers his question.]

Eh? Hey, of course I do! Why wouldn't I? [Though it isn't much else. She has soup, strawberries and the like, but it's not even in a big quantity. Her immortality has made it so she can survive and not have to eat as much, but she still needs to eat to some extent. ...an extent she often doesn't reach. And her diet isn't a healthy one regardless. Lex would probably still have grounds for concern if he knew.]

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