<color=darkred> Cirque was a wake with a start. He tried wiping the water from his, he discovered his arms were tied. It took him a bit longer, however, to realize his mask was gone. He was instantly alert, scanning the room thoroughly, to no avail. The only other presence in the room was a fit looking woman, probablu in her mid-twenties, holding a bucket he assumed the water came from.
Darn, was the only thought he could muster. That thing cost me a fortune....
Then, another thought hit him. Well, I might as well ask...
"Ah, miss prosecutor!" He said, his mouth now taking over the thought process. "Before we begin, I have a request. It appears as though you've taken my face. Would you be so kind as to give it back?"
<spoiler=OOC> It had to be done. There are waaay too few mutilated Watchmen references in this RP.