S1E1 [dictated/accidental | action]

[asseenontv]

[In the lobby, a rather flamboyantly dressed red-head is holding up the journal at arms length in suspicion]

Why does this have my name?

[And not just the name he uses - that other name.

There's silence as he glances around, still deeply suspicious of the whole situation. Then he raises his voice, and yep, that's loud and clear over the journals. Emphasis on 'loud']

Mojo! I know this is your doing! Show yourself!

[OOC: You may shout back in person or over the journals :)]

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[persequor]

[ She may not know him exactly, but she knows his ilk. A little too well for comfort. ]

Are there treacherous tyrants everywhere?

[asseenontv]

I'm starting to believe so, though some are worse than others - Mojo rules an entire dimension. I was bred to be an arena fighter, for his entertainment, and he has never forgotten that I escaped.

[persequor]

Were you a slave?

[asseenontv]

Yes - though we were treated better than those on Earth. No point in ruining a fighter before a match.

[There's a slightly bitter edge to his voice - living on Earth is starting to make him realize how deeply fucked up his life has been]

[persequor]

Slavery's always bad.

...why is this conversation amazing

[asseenontv]

Yes. But I cannot free my people. I cannot be their Maximus.

Magic

[persequor]

Why?

[asseenontv]

I alone am not strong enough.

[persequor]

So? Slavery's wrong. Even if you're just one person, you still have a duty to act.

[asseenontv]

I tried, and barely escaped with my life. Some day, when I've gathered enough allies, I'll return and put an end to Mojo's rule.