Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190325170412/@comment-32932951-20190327123116

Valentine raised an eyebrow and looked Akechi straight in the eyes, his eyes were that of an intense yet sympathetic gaze.

"Upholder of justice? You have no idea who your talking to, cleary. I know your type. Someone who claims whatever their doing is righteous and for the greater good, but lies about it. Wicked "people" like that are deserving of capital punishment. Do you know how many people your spitting in the face of? Your spitting in the face of all of those who have layed down their life down for their country, notable soldiers. Leaving your family, your friends, your life, is one of the hardest things to do, espically when faced with possible death in the near future. But doing that with honor and risking your life for your country with no second thoughts about it without hesitation? Risking one's life for pride in their country, while at the same time thinking of it as protecting one's family is a nobility of humanity."

Valentine took a fancy napkin out of his coat pocket, he held it with both of his hands very delicately, as if any amount of pressure on it would ruin it. Across the handkerchief there was a date engraved into it that read "20 SEP 1847".

"That last line I said, I borrowed it from a close friend of my father...You see, when I was only seven years old, he told me of what had happened to my father in war. My father was in the war, but he had ran into bad luck. He was captured by the enemy and became a prisoner of war, meaning he was intensley tortured. Every single day for weeks, they would ask him questions that demanded senstive information about our country which would help out the enemy and possibly win them the war. My father didn't answer any of it, so they kept torturing him again and again. Not once, did he ever answer them. His mind was almost broken by the sheer amount of pain he had been put through. My father kept that same napkin that im holding right now with my birthday on it, it was deeply important to him as it is with me. Memories were in this napkin that could never fade away."

Valentine tugged the napkin and held it close to his beating heart.

"My father would protect that napkin with all he had, it was the only thing left reminding him of his family and his country. This napkin was the only thing that kept him intact. But he realized, if he didn't hide it, the enemy would take it away from him. My father never let that happen. Where did he hide it? He couldn't hide it anywhere in the prison, it was far too throughly checked. None of the holes in his body were a safe place either, not his ears, not his mouth, not his nose, everything. The enemy checked those to. So, where did he hide it? His left eye was already blinded, so he gouged it out and hid the napkin balled up in that eye cavity. Later that day, he died. After his body was retrieved, his best friend discovered the napkin and knew what it meant to him, my father had told him about it after all. His friend came to my house, and told me the very same story I just told you."

Valentine tucked away the napkin back away in his coat pocket.

"My father sparked what was truly the fire of righteousnesss that burned inside of me. As soon as I was of age I joined the military. By some sick cruel twisted sense of humor fate had, I to was captured by the enemy and tortured...But unlike my father I survived with everything, and had gained a gift from god. The ability I gained after the desert, was truly a calling from above. A sign. That signed proved to be solid evidence as to why I am now the 23rd president of the United States of America, bless the stars and stripes, coupled with my natural charisma and intellect. My election was nothing short of a mircale, I had 97% in the popular vote. It is my sword duty and passion to protect America and it's people. I have solved almost every problem their is for the country and continue to make it a better place."

Valentine continued to maintain that look on Akechi. He really hoped that convinced him. If not he'd still be relativley happy seeing he most likely stirred up instense feelings of patorism.

"Being the generous person I am, I'll give a chance. Will you join my true path of righteousness? I won't let the people who are arguing with you hurt you if you join our cause, and stop this evil twisted man."