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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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[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.

"I will warn you in advance that there is a slight hiccup from my world. A girl -- Whiskey. She touched me and stole....pieces."

[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."

She sets her glass down, eyebrows raised at his comments about 'Whiskey'.

"...stole pieces? Like, of your mind?"

[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.

"Revamping your security if doable. By the time I'm done, no one would be able to get through to you. All I need to know is whether you prefer severed limbs or impaled bodies before I go about rigging it," he smiled over at her as casually as if he was speaking about some good television program he'd watched the other night. Alpha turned to his drink once again, raising it before tilting it back to swallow the contents down. Back to Whiskey, his expression darkened for a moment.

"Yes. I don't know what. I can't remember. But I think that's because that's what she stole. Of course, this begs the question -- how much of me can she take before she goes mad? How much of anyone can she take before she goes mad?" He thought for a moment. "You know, we should work with that."

[martianmonster]

"Well, such a question surely begs an answer. You find her and I'll do what I can to deal with her, Alpha. Sorting out her weak little human mind should be of no consequence. Memory snatchers don't tend to fare well against telepaths."

She raised her glass, nodding toward him. "Alright then, I would say we have an arrangement don't we? A toast then. To our success."

[not_his_best]

Alpha smirked. Oh, he loved the way M'stra's mind worked. Then again, he loved every part of her. It was actually safe to say that he was in love with her. He dreamt of the day when he would make a goddess to stand by his side, little did he realize that she didn't have to be made. And as a matter of fact, she could never stand by his side...but only above. As she proposed the toast, he lifted his glass to clink hers.

"To your success and my aid in such. I will never be the one to take the glory from your accomplishments, my Omega..."