Manufactured Destruction [Open]

[lastmessiah]

Who: Cardinal Albert Simon & Members of the Chaos Fraction
When: Here & Now
Where: The Chaos Shrine
What: After a surprising revelation, further talks are necessary.
Type: Log
Notes/Warnings: PG-13. Some Chaos members are more violent than the next!

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[ebonize]

The place was in desperate need of renovation, Yazoo noted, as twin slits of iced jade widened to sweep over the fallen columns and heaps of rubble littering the floor of the Old Chaos Shrine. This was to be the backdrop to their meeting? ... Fitting, he supposed. The desolate halls reeked of power long gone and power soon to be; a suitable starting point for the rag-tag band of villains and shamed anti-heroes that made up the Chaos faction.

The Remnant was in no hurry to arrive on time. He sauntered through the ruined temple with the leisurely gait of one who owned the place, Velvet Nightmare held comfortably in one hand, just incase he happened to encounter any nasties on the way. An unnecessary precaution, it seemed, as he slipped into the open-roofed throne room without so much as a whiff of trouble, and he took a moment to absorb its barren grandeur before nimbly hopping up onto a piece of broken column. Perhaps not the best seat in the house, but it would do. With that in mind he leaned back onto one hand, bent a leg up at the knee-actions as controlled and effortless as would be expected of any predator-and slowly rolled a little tension out of his left shoulder as he haughtily observed his supposed allies.

[lastmessiah]

Noticing the silver haired gunner nearby, Albert decided to introduce himself. He doubted that he spoke with the silver haired youth before, especially since the fellow seemed quite different unlike other people. Those odd feline-like eyes gave that away quite easily. "Welcome, welcome!" The magician greeted with an amiable smile.

"I hadn't expected anyone to come here too soon, but it seems my comrades are just as eager as I to start this little meeting." Knowing that some members of the Chaos fraction are less than sane, Albert had to wonder if this young man was just as loony as some of the others. Albert hoped not, he wasn't very fond of speaking with crazies all thanks to Rasputin.

"Tell me, sir." Albert addressed the young man with formality out of habit. "What are your goals? Everyone needs a goal or two in life, therefore what are yours?"

I am a failure. Sorry it's so late, sweets. ♥

[ebonize]

Yazoo had been watching the man's approach from the corner of his eye; it was habit, really, to keep half an eye on his surroundings in any given situation, and not one he planned on giving up any time soon. Still, the Remnant waited until he spoke before finally sliding his gaze to the elderly gentleman, offering him little more than a disinterested raise of an eyebrow as he looked down at him from his perch.

"That's a very intimate question," he said lightly, after feigning a moment of consideration. Yazoo cocked his head; "Why should I tell you?"