"We have work to do."

This time it was David who awoke Mystica. Embodied, the more abrasive personality opened his eyes to the sight of David standing before him, a halo of light from the broken windows surrounding his shadowed figure. In David's wounded hand he held a plain manilla envelope, which was thin, revealing the sheer lack of true depth in what message may be contained therein. Sitting up from his lying position atop a pile of rags on the wooden floor, Mystica stared in tired wonder at his much more healthy-looking twin. David was not aloft with joy, but nor was he downtrodden in misery. There was merely the look of a somewhat bored determination upon his face. It was odd to see him in such a plain mood -- so different than his usual awkward silent face. Mystica reached up with his good hand and snatched the envelope from David.

"What's all this?" the darker one asked, opening the top of the envelope and pulling out a single sheet of paper.

"An assignment," David replied with eagerness, his eyes growing wide in their sockets. "We've been contacted by an indie magazine promotion."

"To do bloody what?" Mystica asked, clearly annoyed that David had interrupted his pre-Warfare nap.

"Cover the wedding tonight," David answered. "Like an insider scoop."

"Seems unethical," Mystica grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"So right up your alley, no?"

Mystica shrugged, not really caring one way or the other. All he wanted was to fight and sleep. At this point, it was all he really needed. David's petty concerns over work, love, and friendship had tired the sleeping god's unconscious mind, and there was nothing left to earn. Mystica had everything he needed, and so did David. But why, then, did the hunger still lurk in their stomachs, eating away at their contentedness?

"Roight," David mumbled, running his fingers along his lips in thought. "So I figure we can offer up some insight after the fact. Would it be worth doing a pre-draft of our expectations, like something of a rough draft or comparison tool?"

"Listen," Mystica interrupted, sounding exasperated. "I don't rightly care what you do. Just let me get my fill of violence and let up. I've grown weak from your insistence upon the charity of social etiquette."

David narrowed his eyes, clearly becoming equally frustrated with Mystica. The great slumbering one would have his fill for the night, and hopefully, ever hopefully, return the reigns of control to David thereafter. Why Mystica could not commiserate was no surprise, but what caught David off-guard was the dark one's lack of tact toward David's passions. Sharing a head with him had become almost like a living situation: roommates of the mind, with Mystica as the boorish foil to David's eager, sometimes overbearing righteousness. They walked a fine line, and with proper balance, coudl easily traverse the trapeze wire over the cliff of instability. But this was a strong wind against their collective back, and David was beginning to wonder if Mystica truly had any control whatsoever. In fact, it was slowly dawning on David that Mystica, if anyone, was the reliant one in the relationship. David was his vessel. And Mystica was just holding on for lack of a better option.

For once in his life, David felt utterly empowered.

Achievements

• 1x Tag Team Champion
  
• August 2013 Superstar of the Month (Thank you all so much!)
  
• 1x US Champion
  
• 1x X-treme Champion