Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25686329-20150513231506

((Also, I like Jane's bit of deduction above there. Really well written.))

The Yankee took a step towards Greed, slowly, deliberately. It resonated force, seriousness, slight anger. A step truly befitting the original Yankee.

His voice was low.

"... are you implying you know someone... else has the footage?" His gaze was blank, but smoldered subtly with disgust, hate, apathy for humanity. It was the same glazed look his 'father' had when he gunned down the knights, blew up the Tower, spoke of chivalry... and rumor had it, when he returned to his own time period.

He was under the impression that he was the digital kingpin, that he knew the servers and proxies and ran them, that nothing electronic got past his twisted vigil.

He needed more to go on. "Who......." his voice ebbed and flowed with sheer  harm.