The costume is pretty much the same, tight fitted leotard, bunny ears, long swooping cape, tights. Mask, ect but i got various tool belts with weapons and pockets in my coat that contain materials and stuff. “Useful” i say after putting on the costume (minus the mask) indigo gives me a weird look and says “well of course, you need weapons and materials obvy” indigo is the type of guy who knows everyone and everything. He can do anything, I've helped some friends of his in the past when they got in a pickle or something. “So, you reviewed my hitlist?” I said leaning on a table” he sits up and goes and pulls out a board with string and lines and photos and just cute stickers like a teenage detective. I say something super mature and thoughtful under my breath (uh huh or maybe right, i can't remember) when he presents the board he magically conjured from the organized clutter of his house. “So? What do you think” he looks at me expectantly “it’s nice. What exactly is it?” he frowns and I frown back “it’s the plan, it's got different jobs lined up and how to execute them” how much free time does this guy have “i made a couple” no seriously. “So our first target is… that guy” I point to some fancy annoying greedy politician, i won't bore you with the details of what he does and how messed up he is. “Yes, we gotta kill him then make a spectacle that’ll spark up conspiracy theorists. Without being seen. After the job after this one we’ll- by which i mean you’ll make a public appearance, leave messages around the city, i don't know if people will be on your side but it doesn't matter, eventually they’ll elect some good politicians we can let live. Kill people here and there, burn some bad buildings and eventually things will happen, and it all starts… with this job” this is weird, i knew this was the plan but it seems more like villainy with a motive “won't that be labeled as villainy” i said as i looked up to meet indigo’s icy eyes.
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“Yes, it is likely, but you’ll literally have to kill people olive. People will die and innocent people may likely die too, you know this” i mean I DID know this, it was fate. My morals are low, nobody really believes murder is inherently wrong, that’s just stupid. People die. All. the. Time. it’s clear and just the way things are, if a few innocent people die for my cause i couldn't care less, i’d kill anyone who got in my way and burn the city down if this plan doesn't work. That may seem messed up but that’s just life, tragedies happen and the world moves on, no sense beating yourself up about it. My issue is about people not getting the message…. Well I guess that’s what the symbols and messages are for, plus eventually it’ll get good enough and they’ll see it. Even if I have to scream it in their faces.
“Okay, our first job is next weekend?” indigo glances to his board and studies it for a moment, i slide off the table and join him. “Yes, next weekend is good.”