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[not_his_best]

Who: Alpha and M'stra
Where: A Thai Restaurant
When: Noon; Sunday
Warnings: Uhh, apart from the creation of a very destructive partnership? None. ^^
Summary: Alpha meets his pre-determined Omega.
Format: Para/quick-para

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[martianmonster]

She'd have picked him out of a crowd in a second, nothing could quiet that cacophony of his brain to a telepath of M'stra's sensitivity and skill. She strode up the sidewalk toward him, her heeled shoes clicking, smiling as his eyes flicked over to her, then helplessly up and down her. Good to know she hadn't whipped up such a form-fitting dress for nothing. Bright red had always suited her.

"Alpha, how nice to see you here first." She purred, reaching out to touch his cheek. She stood a few inches taller than him in her heels but that suited her just fine.

[not_his_best]

And there she was. The goddess in an assumed human form. He had to wonder just what her true form looked like -- if there even was a true form or just one she preferred over all of the others. He couldn't help but admire her, and it was written openly on his face. His eyes closing at her touch, as though the touch alone brought him the sheerest pleasure. "Well, I'm not one to be late. Perhaps, occasionally fashionably-so. But in this case, no. I wouldn't miss it by even a few seconds..." his hand came up, plucking hers from his cheek just long enough to plant a kiss atop the surface of her skin. "The honor, however, is all mine."

He straightened and pulled open the door, holding it for her, "Shall we?" Alpha was amazingly docile. His personalities were moderately quiet, all understanding one thing -- awe. They were in awe. Not overstepping any boundaries, only understanding their place. Beneath her.

[martianmonster]

M'stra strode through the open door with a coy smile, picking them out a table without waiting for a waitress to seat them and sliding into the booth with an elegant sort of grace.

She waved a hand for Alpha to feel free to seat himself and folded her hands in front of her, elbows on the table, her dainty chin cradled in a hammock of her knit fingers.

"So my dear, since I already know quite a bit about you why don't we start this conversation with you. First, what would you like to drink? Second, what do you want to know about me?

[not_his_best]

He followed after her and once she found the table that was to her liking, Alpha slid opposite her. Casually, he took the menu, answering her question without thought, "Plum wine. It appeals to my tastes at the moment." And then his eyes lifted to her, halting their search of the list of foods. Everything. What didn't he want to know, would be more of the question to ask...but even that may have taken a while for him to ask. Would she go for a guy like me? -- a guy like YOU, or all of us? -- Neither. She would go for neither. And we could not ask her to. -- why not? --Because a lover cannot choose a goddess, a goddess chooses a lover. It's simple logic. Why do you not understand? -- Why do you thrive on disappointing me?

Alpha closed his eyes for a moment, and then canted his head, "You spoke of genocide. You spoke of destruction and death and sceaming -- oh yes, the screaming -- what is your plan for this city? Obviously there are those that oppose you, but are they from your time -- former enemies that need to be destroyed so that

[martianmonster]

M'stra smiled slyly, snapping her fingers at a waiter who drifted over to her with a slightly glazed look in his eyes

[not_his_best]

"Sagittarians are ardent, sincere and straightforward in love, normally conventional and in control of their sexual natures. Yet if thwarted, they may easily allow their failure to embitter their whole lives or they may revenge themselves upon the opposite sex by becoming cynically promiscuous..." he paused, leaning forward to pluck up his glass, swishing the contents around. He gave M'stra his attention, listened to her words and her hatred for humanity. Alpha could empathize. Humans were disgusting creatures. Of course, he no longer felt he fit into that category...so this was, by no means, an insult to his own integrity.

"So you rise. The world becomes yours. Ashes, ashes and they all fall down," he sipped his drink casually before depositing the glass on the table and then leaning back, one arm draped casually back against the booth. "Is man one of Gods blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders? -- Neitzsche. Mankind blindly serves a faith because they have not been guided. They remain naive, ignorant of that which will bring

[martianmonster]

She leaned forward across the table, one hand's slender fingers sliding up to cup his chin, breathing in his last words as the spilled over his lips. It's too intimate to be friendly but a tease and nothing more, her mouth a few inches from his and her eyes commanding his gaze to meet her own

[not_his_best]

His breath hitched as though his airway had suddenly become obstructed when the touch landed itself upon his cheek. Then, Alpha leaned into it -- the trail of her hand causing a tingle to rise to his skin and the bumps that rose over the surface were not something that could be faked. She could take his life and he would have been satisfied so long as she rose. The very way he would have been satisfied if Echo had back home. But she hadn't. And none of that seemed to matter any longer.

As soon as the hand continued its journey downward, his attention lingered upon it. Well, he couldn't help but will it lower, but he didn't say as much. Instead, he looked back up at her...and in that moment, she broke the contact. The disappointment he felt was immeasurable, almost as great as the pride he took in being rewarded such contact in the first place. Alpha smirked, and with a little flourish of his hand, he bowed forward at her praise, "Then consider your goals acheived, my goddess. --Can I call you Omega?His eyes veered toward the menu,

[martianmonster]

"You're welcome to call me whatever you like. I already have many faces." she arched a brow. "Why not also many names?"

Her hand played across her mouth as he spoke about the reprogramming, the backs of her fingers and soft pad of her thumb trailing over her lips - slightly parted in fascination - and her breath coming a little shorter at his words.

She didn't bother sparing a glance to the menu, sure already of what she wanted.

"That's incredible. Is technology here on par with what you need for this? I mean, would it be long in development." Her voice was thick with excitement but she let the show of hunger slide. If he could do what he said he could, and nothing about him smelled of a lie, the possibilities it opened to her were nothing short of incredible.

[not_his_best]

"I don't need much. So even if it wasn't, I would be able to reassemble it," he clicked his teeth, mimicking a gun with his pointer and thumb and flicking it up once. "Less is more. Eco-friendly, as well. I'm sure eliminating humanity would do wonders for the earth itself. She would redecorate. The birds would sing and animals would live in the trees that sprout from their decomposing bodies. It's all poetic, wouldn't you say, my Omega?"

The corner of his jaw clenched before a moment, and then he leaned forward, "But let's be frank. You seem to possess an ability all your own." He nodded to the waiter who seemed to have been put under M'stra's control. "Is this of your own power or what was bestowed to you upon your arrival? I mean, wouldn't you know? I just learned last night that we are given powers. Us..." he laughed at the prospect. "I guess the machinery must be short-circuiting if it thinks we're heroes. -- I wonder if I could tinker with that to pull more like-minded people over -- regardless, I have yet to awaken mine."

[martianmonster]

Her eyes go a little wide then

[not_his_best]

Alpha regarded M'stra after her outburst, the words were not all that hurtful. It was her anger that was. She shouldn't have to be displeased. Not with anything. He couldn't help himself. Alpha rose from his seat and made his way over to her, kneeling on the ground and clutching her hand. To the unknowing onlooker, it would have been like he was proposing. "No, no, no. You're not less. You're not worse. You're perfect. What you had once before can be yours once again." Alpha rose, still holding her hand. "We can override the system. Lift the limitations. There has to be a way if it had the power to strip it from you in the first place."

His fingers moved forward, gently stroking her pale cheek, "But you! You are above every single existing creature here and it to my fortune that you allow me to even breathe the same air. -- If you build it up, you can't tear it down." He hissed, palm lifting to rest against his forehead speaking at the waiter but not removing his eyes from M'stra. "Tofu Satay." Alpha stepped back from the alien --

[martianmonster]

She startled a little at his response, the bended knee was... well okay, she'd missed the dramatics of truly being worshipped more than a little. She just watched him, letting a small smile at his theatrics creep across her face until he sat down again finally.

"I'm sure you've been given something fitting for your ambition and loyalty, Alpha." She soothed him, reaching across the table to pat his hands and leveling a rush of calming thoughts across his mind. He got himself so worked up.

"Any assistance in bringing back my missing strengths is much appreciated. But you're right, I shouldn't be so upset when finding out how to restore it all is just a matter of time."

[not_his_best]

His eyes drifted toward the hand, and even more specifically he noted the change. The soothing effect she had over his personalities -- good lord, no one had ever been able to calm them and silence their screaming. If anything, it just made him all the more loyal. A faint smirk crossed his lips as he flickered his gaze toward her, "And patient too. Is there any virtue you do not possess?"

The glass was snatched up and knocked back. Down the hatch, as they say, and he glanced toward their waiter...circling his hand for a refill. "So let's focus on the more immediate now. The long-term plans are just that. Long-term. Is there anyone you need dead? Anything you need stolen or hacked? While you, m'dear, are capable...why not turn some of the heat off of yourself and direct it to your ever-so-devoted follower?" There was a confidence about his voice. A confidence that he wouldn't be caught. And even if he was caught, he could work with the situation

[martianmonster]

"There's a team - the X-Men - some of their members were involved in killing me the first time. Cyclops, Archangel, a number of others. They are willing to kill but moreover they know my weakness, how to hurt me. I need them either dead, or altered to force them to forget how to hurt me. I'd PREFER their deaths, but they have angered me so quite honestly I need them to suffer first."

She swirled her drink in it's glass before sipping again.

"I want to know everything you can find out about them. Who they're close to, how to hurt them, whatever you can dig up that I can use to make them suffer until I get to kill them."

"Then there's my protection. I have a peice of property where I'm staying with my chala. We need better security - cameras in the house, that sort of thing - and to change all the locks on the house. It's owners won't be coming back but I haven't bothered to see if they had family in the area who might drop by

[not_his_best]

Alpha had to smirk. The thought of torture was always a nice one, filled him with warmth on the inside -- a wonderous, murderous warmth. "Pit them against each other, turn them into their own enemy. I could arrange quite the spectacular stage show for you, my Omega..." But finding out the information she wanted would be a simple matter. The ones who weren't up to par with their encryption could be hacked and information stolen. He could use others as bait to obtain what he wanted. There were unlimited ways -- he just needed to finish his tech first