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[berserkpoint]

Who: Yuri and his old pal lastmessiah
When: Couple days after they arrive
Where: Neutral ground, wherever. Only place I have in mind is Planet's Core.
What: Old arch-nemesis-turned-sort-of-friends meet.
Type: Whichever
Notes: Log may be open to others cuz Yuri just sort of caused a big bang with a stone platform to call Albert's attention... I just ask for

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[lastmessiah]

At first, Albert had no intentions of meeting with the youth. It wasn’t that he wasn’t thrilled to see his rival alive and well, but rather because Albert didn’t wish to speak further regarding their past and the future. Had his plans been successful, the world would have been reborn anew without anyone jeopardizing it yet again. Instead, he was supposedly defeated along with the Meta-God he summoned from the heavens. He knew the Sapientes Gladio shifted their attention to Yuri after the battle, but Albert wondered what exactly happened to Yuri. The boy said that Jovis died for his sake, a grievous truth that Albert wasn’t very prepared to handle. However, Yuri hadn’t spoken as of why Bishop Jovis would do such

[berserkpoint]

Oh, well what do you know, it worked~ Amon's heightened senses feel the rip in the dimension just as Albert makes an appearance and Yuri is smirking within the demon form. What did he expect him to do to guide him here? Amon's majestic form glides down to face his previous master, eyes narrowing and arms crossed powerfully over his chest and Yuri feels a stirring of vengeance in the demon's spirit as it faces his previous master, previous enemy. He wasn't called the God of War for nothing and it didn't hold undying love for those that had mastered his will - Yuri included.

Yuri isn't having any of that, though, as he wasn't interested in having Amon rip the old man apart now that he was somehow alive again so he just lands heavily on one of the platforms, Amon's form glowing before it dissolves back into the leather-clad young man. He works the kinks on his neck, holding both his gauntlets with his free hand as he greets Albert with a casual 'Hey', smirking.

[lastmessiah]

Keeping his gaze upon the beast as he came near, Albert kept with his affable façade even if he was truly on edge now. Amon was a difficult fiend to tame and he truly possessed no fond memories of the beast when it was merged within his soul. He honestly detests the creature, hating it for its hellishly chaotic aura, but the warlock didn’t bother to show his dislike in the form of a frown. Instead, that charismatic smirk remained unhindered by his dislike for the God of War. As the harmonixer landed upon the platform below, Albert decided to follow suit.

“I take it I haven’t kept you waiting for long.” Albert said with a faint chuckle. As if walking down an invisible staircase, the magician walked towards the platform with relative ease. “I know how impatient you can be, young man.”

[berserkpoint]

He snorts at that and shrugs "Figured it was quicker to attract attention this way than try to figure out how this place works..." He says, keeping an eye on the swirly streams of magic "And it worked, heh?" He finishes, diverting his gaze over at him. He really seemed...alive. He wonders. If the old man isn't pulling his leg - though that would be uncharacteristic of him and why would he lie? - could the dead...really appear here? Could Alice- he immediately crushes that thought and sends it to the deep recesses of his mind, where not even Seraphic Radiance could reach, a haunted look flashing over his eyes. He was done with having false hopes.