[FancyCyclops]

Losing Saitos his way
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Today was a long day, and it all started from when I was reminded of a certain someone, one with a mask.
(I wonder what I should do with the reminder.)
At the time, the name rang no bells when it came to appearance, and when I was told of a mask, I had to go off on a limb.

Little did I know what I was about to witness.

A man who seemed awfully similar was being lead to the square by Julien, right towards Atlas, to address questionable rumors about him.
His reputation was brought up as the question of the allegedly unfounded rumors was asked, before saying to ask Ard and an Iris about it.
With it, I eventually know who it was. The fuel was there, and soon, the fire began to burn.
It all began when he began to lie.

Initially, there was a trade of verbal blows between Atlas and Julien, along with accusation that Atlas ruined his reputation.
However, the man in question, Saitos, was not forgotten, as he was still brought up when they made their points against eachother.
Whereas Julien and Atlas made their points, the alleged victim tried to make his defense, while his body prepared to go on offense.

One of his points was that Ardnaid was given shelter and a mentor by him and Iris a roof over her head.
Conveniently, she happened upon the scene. The pieces were set and all that was needed was the winning plays.

It might as well have been checkmate the moment she happened upon the scene.

She told her side of the story; one more believable than the tirade of pit water that was the pervert's excuse.
She continued, but the pervert continued to lie and deny, trying to gain pity. When she wanted lessons, she got offers of debauchery,
more and more. Among his acts, she asked for an item, he'd ask for a lapdance and a low price. When she got with Alex, he went after
him knowing it would hurt her.

Yet he continued to run and deny.
He continued to go on his tirade, wanting pity for himself, wanting to make people think he's atoning.
He exaggerated a spar, claiming that he was still marked from it. He could be lying about the scar entirely, as a way
to gain more pity, but it didn't work. As he continued to run and dodge, more entered the scene. Alex, then as it became notable, Yakin,
quickly followed by the Iris in question. His grave was being dug further and further. He was practically delusional as he rambled on.

Iris, as well, didn't take his side, as she knew better.

Julien heard enough. He decided to give the pervert a piece of advice; something that would ensure he would not get his just desserts,
"It would be in your best interest to make yourself scarce and move on from Sigrogana."
As he found himself lost, as he found himself undone, he did only what a man afraid of confronting himself could do.
Kill himself in public and pray people cry about him. All that happened was that many were traumatized, the square was made a mess,
and I [strike]had to had to had to [/strike]had to somehow regain my composure.

Check.

Chaos reigned, as flames, crystals and somewhere in-between were the words that came to mind when assessing the situation.
Somehow, the wreck was still alive. But not quite. Yakin reminded me of duty, and I walked forward to fulfill it...
...But death already claimed him. In its place, a possessed husk. What wasn't taken into account was there was at least two exorcists at the scene.

Checkmate.

He was no more. What he left behind was eventually destroyed. I took my rest. Nothing of value was lost that day.