[Log] It's all about the game, and how you play it...

[xuejungou]

What: Plotting and planning
Who: Aizen, Sasori, Kuronue, Ulquiorra, and Gin, Zabuza, Lust, and Naraku if their interested
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Aizen's Condo
Rating: PG-13 - R
Open/Closed To: Those listed above (Sasori, Kuronue, Ulquiorra, Zabuza, Gin, Lust, Naraku

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[snow_and_ashes]

The old Camaro's engine practically seized as Zabuza shut it off, leaving the steel monster silent and unmoving, a stark contrast to the low rumble and constant vibration even while idling. He managed to have no problem ignoring the afterfire note gunning out from his exhaust pipes, but the gunshot-like pop earned him more than a few stares from the ritzy pedestrians milling about. The condo's resident valet looked bewildered as he caught the jingling cluster tossed at him, shocked that such a car was to be expected to be placed among the others. "If you scratch it, I will find you." There was no humor in Zabuza's voice despite there being almost no clean paint left to scratch on the American muscle car

[xuejungou]

Of all the people Aizen had chosen to surround himself with only Zabuza was actually allowed to enter his house and any other place Aizen was at without knocking. As his bodyguard, Aizen did actually trust the perennially shaded one to watch his back.

The main reason for Zabuza to be here was so that Aizen could inform him of the upcoming plans. It simply wouldn't do to have things blown up without informing the person who got paid to make sure these things didn't happen.

"Ah, Zabuza! Welcome. I don't believe you've met the assembled? Gin is the taller gent with the silver-white hair, Sasori is the redhead on the couch, and Kuronue is on the floor. We're making arrangements. Oh, that reminds me - prior to Friday I may need help getting anything valuable out of my condo. Can I count on your assistance?"

[snow_and_ashes]

Zabuza kept a mental tally of the guests, sizing up each as they were introduced. "Nice to meet everyone." Knowing their names didn't put him at ease, but at least he didn't need to toss anyone through an unopened window.

"Arrangements? Sounds... interesting. Any details as of yet?" While bodyguarding paid well, arrangements tended to be more entertaining. "Moving stuff? Not the most enjoyable activity, but of course you can. So what's going on by Friday?"

[xuejungou]

If it was just Aizen, Gin, and Zabuza the descriptions identifying the other attendees might have been slightly different. He knew Zabuza and Gin had both most likely made their own assumptions, but everyone was here for a certain reason. All of them had skills Aizen respected but would never do himself.

"Well, I'm working on a way to make myself appear less of a threat to ShinRa. That Tseng, the boy-president's bodyguard insinuated that I was involved in the situation there. I want to allay suspicions." Aizen smirked, knowing full well Tseng was smarter than he looked. "Friday, this condo will be subject to a rather flashy display of pyrotechnics. I'd rather not see good furniture and antiques ruined."

[scorpionidart]

After a long silence in which Sasori observed the newcomers quietly, he spoke up, eyes wide, eager to get his point across. He leaned forward, arms dangling past the edge of the sofa, and spoke.

"He arises suspicion if he removes himself from the game so swiftly after distrust," the redhead started, stumbling over the difficult words with his accent. "He would do well to wait a little longer. Wait until after the hime is shot. Wait the same amount of time. Make it systematic."

[xuejungou]

Listening to Sasori, Aizen considered his words. He was actually interested in making this seem as realistic as possible, and truly like an actual threat on his life. Still, he wanted to make it better and more vicious than what happened to Rufus.

"I was intending to use the condo explosion as a way for you to take your time on the attack on my office, considering that there are many influential people living here and if triggered right the explosion could take out a few floors." He glanced at Kuronue, wondering if he had any insight. "This way, the cops will be sent running in a whole new direction."

[scorpionidart]

Sasori paused, computing this, eyes blank, mouth slightly open, before springing back into animated talk. Somehow, he could manage to be animated without actually moving his hands.

"The king draws attention from his subjects." How Aizen reacted to being addressed as "king" in the Quirky Dictionary Of Sasori's Vocabulary was up in the air. "The king should consider a threat on the city, to be overcome by him and improve his image, give him a leg up." Then Sasori laughed, a truly vicious laugh. "There is a psychotic in the king's city..."

It may have been hard to understand, but Sasori was suggesting an enemy on the entire city, not just ShinRa. The attacks could be used to put ShinRa in it's place, and also benefit Aizen's image as a politician. The thought made Sasori murmur "Good, good, good, good boy..." again to himself.

[xuejungou]

Aizen puzzled through what Sasori suggested, smirking at the insinuation that he could be a king. He enjoyed the ring of that. He was also of the impression that Sasori had many ideas worth exploring.

"Interesting...so perhaps instead of blowing up my condo it would be better to go for a different structure? Something more...important or known to the city? You raise a good point."

There were a few different place Aizen could think of that might look better exploded. An idea struck him, and he began to speak in that slow tone that indicated he was thinking out loud. "Perhaps one of the dorm buildings, and also this one but not my place specifically...?"

[scorpionidart]

Sasori nodded his head rapidly up and down, pleased he was communicating his point properly.

"Important places. Important things. Police officer. Maes." His voice escalated to a ragged growl at the officer's name. He had not yet given up the intention of doing Maes Hughes some damage, whether directly or through connections. "Cut it, break it, demolish it, rebuild it, make it better, better, better..." he went on in that same voice, before pausing and looking over to Aizen again.

"He's been a good boy. Good, good, good, good boy. Yes?"

[xuejungou]

It wasn't difficult to understand Sasori, at least as far as Aizen was concerned.

"I know you want to bring down that police officer but we need to make anything concerning that seem accidental. If he were to receive a tip though, in regards to a Mishima University dorm building where a bomb was discovered and the bomb was triggered at just the right moment..." Aizen let his voice trail off, hoping Sasori understood.

"Yes, he has been good, very good." The input he provided was quite helpful.

[scorpionidart]

Sasori looked pleased with this and lay back on the sofa, stretching out like a corpse with his hands folded on his stomach. He closed his eyes and grew perfectly still, except for his lips, which spoke, slowly, deliberately, under his breathe: "Shaking badly from your fear. She sweats madly. Her death is near. Time to die, your time has come. Now he's got you on the run. Hour to kill, I maim to please. He will drive you to your knees."

He opened an eye and peered at Aizen. "He maims to please. Good, good, good, good boy."

Then he closed his eyes again. It didn't matter much to him where Aizen directed him, as long as he had his fun and didn't wind up in the funny farm again.