Out for a 'walk' [open]

[Josef "Gauron" Totschläger]

The woman's reaction to Gauron's comments was surprising. He had not been counting on a smile or any sort of agreement. The fact that she was so positive about it excited him, though. It seemed as though Area 11 would provide more entertainment than he had previously thought.

"As for fire... it always burns beautifully, no matter what it is consuming..." The woman was definitely interesting.

"That's quite true," he said as he walked after her. "I can't help but wonder how many flames you've started in your life. Is that why you're here in Area 11? To spark more?" His voice sounded disinterested, but a look in his eyes would show the truth of the matter.

The woman continued to intrigue him. Her eyes still had that same look in them from the day of the bombing in France. They were the eyes of a human that had forsaken their human weaknesses. She was the sort of person that could kill with a smile no matter who died. Such people were a rarity. It was almost saddening to think that humanity, with such an extensive history of violence, would allow itself to become so clouded by such foolish notions of right and wrong. How fortunate he was to find a person that would willingly dismiss that morality. She could be a formidable ally.

[maximillion]

OOC:( With that, I am gone from this thread. I tried to make my exit...well...intersting. I lost the original post the other day (all one thousand, five hundred words >>) when my electricity went out. So, I had to type this one up really quick in the past 30 minutes so I did not hold you guys up. I hope it turned out alright, it was rushed.)

God and the Devil walked down the very same path but on opposite sides. They were two sides of the same coin, yet not sharing one body or being even remotely similar. Their huge wills clash constantly in a struggle for dominance that would last until the end of days. The conversation brought about reminiscence of such a thing, as an invisible conflict between personalities should be viewed as a similar endeavor. When a man cast aside their fear to the point they can no longer feel, they become something else, something more grotesque and inhuman. A man who could kill children and murder hundreds of people without blinking an eye, even getting excited over the thought was the same kind of creature. Even so, here he was standing with a man who was not intimidated by him. The choice to come to this restaurant was the correct one, as what he found inside definitely proved of interest.

”Ahahahahaha.”
Maximillion burst out into laughter, almost sounding like a man who had just lost his last bit of sanity. He became consumed by his own thoughts at that point, nothing around him got through, as if time had ceased to function. By the time he snapped back into reality, he noticed that the only person still there was himself. Well, that was not entirely truthful as the presence of two others could still be felt nearby. Yes, the woman from before had yet to leave, and it seemed there was another, new arrival as well.

”How amusing. Lies born from one’s true nature, huh, interesting.. What I think of you…I…I will save that for another time, but be certain, yes, certainly, we shall meet again my new little friend.”[/b]

That was all he could stand, it could not be held back any longer. Maximillion’s true nature began to leak out, in the form of frightening bloodlust. His eyes seemed to roll back into his head, as a look of ecstasy fell over his face. Pulling a dagger from his pocket, darting toward the proprietor of the restaurant, he stabbed the unsuspecting person in the chest over a dozen times. Crimson water drained out and unto the floor, pouring away from the corpse. He stood over the body only for a moment before heading toward the door, at which he lit a match, tossing it into the building where it caught fire. Then walked out as the restaurant blazed wildly like an inferno, he himself was covered in blood from his head to his toes. No doubt due to the arterial spray of the person he had just killed.

On his way out, he could not help but notice the woman, Mana, and another man, who he did not know, seemingly talking. Although it was time for him to leave, he just had to do one last thing before he did so. At that point, it was becoming incredibly difficult to hold it in, his true nature and desire to kill something, anything. Lest those he held some interest in be killed by his hands. An all-consuming bloodlust filled the air, combined with that look plastered to Maximillion’s face. Eyes wide open as far as they could possibly go, psychotic grin across his face, and those cold, dark, eyes were like looking into an abyss of nothingness. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, and with great skill and precision, tossed it along with the bloody knife toward a wall next to the woman, Mana. The dagger pinned the piece of paper to the wall, just as he spoke, walking off in the opposite direction the man and women were standing.

”Enjoy the show I am sure you will. Do call the number on that piece of paper if you wish for someone to die, Miss. Have no hesitation in calling me, for as far as death is concerned, I have no loyalties. Whatever you do, whatever you might be wanted for in the future, I have no interest. The only thing I enjoy is watching something burn, specifically life itself, and to show no remorse for such. I could care less if you were one of the Black Knights themselves, I would still accept a job if it involved having my fun. I am a consummate professional at dealing death…after all. You are very interesting, my dear. We will meet again.”[/b]

With that said that, Maximillion left the area with haste, all the while laughing. [EXIT]

[victoria]

Mana stood still as the knife plunged to the wall next to her head. She looked unamused, her cold steel blue eyes half-closed. The edge of her lips curled into a faint smirk, "My... it's been an interesting day..." she said, snatching the piece of paper, careful not to touch the blade.
Mana turned to Gauron, taking a drag of her cigarette, letting the smoke out as she spoke, "I'm sorry... but what is your name? Or rather, what should I call you? Since I'm sure no one today has given me their true name." she folded the piece of paper neatly and placed it into her pocket.
By now Mana was a little jumpy. She didn't like to reveal aspects of herself... not an inch, and at this moment she felt a little exposed, which made her very short-tempered.
"As for flames... I don't think I fully understand what you are talking about." Mana's eyes shifted to five locations where surveillance cameras sat. Britannians were very paranoid, and they placed these infernal devices everywhere. She was relieved to know they were currently in a blind spot of said cameras.

[Josef "Gauron" Totschläger]

Gauron had heard the laughter and subsequent commotion from the small eatery shortly before a man with the eyes of a killer came out and set the place ablaze. ”Enjoy the show I am sure you will. Do call the number on that piece of paper if you wish for someone to die, Miss. Have no hesitation in calling me, for as far as death is concerned, I have no loyalties. Whatever you do, whatever you might be wanted for in the future, I have no interest. The only thing I enjoy is watching something burn, specifically life itself, and to show no remorse for such. I could care less if you were one of the Black Knights themselves, I would still accept a job if it involved having my fun. I am a consummate professional at dealing death…after all. You are very interesting, my dear. We will meet again.”

So many interesting people were in the Ghetto today. Gauron was quite fortunate to have come here this day. Regardless of the fact that the man had ignored him, he hoped that they would meet someday. Whether they were allies or enemies was of little consequence. As suddenly as he had murdered the proprietor of the restaurant, the man sprinted away, laughing like the madman he was.

The woman speaking brought his attention back to the here and now. "I'm sorry... but what is your name? Or rather, what should I call you? Since I'm sure no one today has given me their true name. As for flames... I don't think I fully understand what you are talking about."[/b] She seemed twitchy. Then again, most people would be if multiple murders and an act of arson had been committed so close.

He smiled before answering. "My name? It was Josef originally. That was another lifetime ago, though. You may call me Gauron." The mercenary turned towards the young woman so that he was fully facing her. "And you know the kind of flames I'm talking about. The ones that are quite like the one right over there," he said as he gestured to the building behind him, no doubt burning beautifully. "The ones that steal lives and breed hate, that keep men like me in business, and the ones that are started just to watch another part of the world burn."

[victoria]

"Fire is the universal purifier..." Mana stated coldly, starting to walk away from the flames that were engulfing the small restaurant, a faint smile visible between strands of long ebony hair as she turned, "And the world needs to be purified..."

As she walked she hoped Gauron would follow, for she continued to speak to him, "Excuse me if I am not open about my work, Mr. Gauron... but given the nature of my art I cannot speak freely of it. I do not admit or deny anything, I simply will state I am an artist. Human emotion is my paint, and war is my canvas. As you stated earlier, I am a bit of a saint... a patron of war, if you will."

Mana wasn't certain why she was being so frank to this man, whom she barely knew. The name Gauron did ring a bell... probably from one of the many conversations she had overheard in her life, or the many reports she had intercepted and read. A man who seems to ravel in her work. She could see how they could have a symbiotic relationship in their passions. Mana creates war, Gauron acts in said wars to his pleasing... but Mana wasn't the type to work with a steady partner in crime. Her human tools were always disposable... and a man like Gauron was far from disposable. If he was such a thing, he'd be dead by now. Part of the nature of misanthropy is the distrust of humanity, along with the deep hatred of it. And Mana?... Mana was the prime example of misanthropy. She didn't trust anyone outside herself. The human condition stated that every man, every woman, was fickle and easy to turn against their so-called alliances if the prize or the cause was high enough. The reason she was successful was because she didn't take chances. Gauron was a chance... and she wasn't about to pull him into her plans just yet.

[Josef "Gauron" Totschläger]

The woman spoke as she turned and walked away. "Fire is the universal purifier... And the world needs to be purified..." It seemed as though she hadn't quite reached the place that Gauron had.

He laughed as he followed after her, earning more than a few strange looks because of the act and their proximity to the burning building. "So you're something of an idealist."

"Excuse me if I am not open about my work, Mr. Gauron... but given the nature of my art I cannot speak freely of it. I do not admit or deny anything, I simply will state I am an artist. Human emotion is my paint, and war is my canvas. As you stated earlier, I am a bit of a saint... a patron of war, if you will."[/b] It was a position that he had often found himself in. Most people did not understand just how beautiful a world filled with desolation would be and so judged those who recognized the true potential for a perfect world as unsafe. It was foolish morality that kept them clinging so desperately to their notions of right and wrong.

"It's good to know that you are a fan of your own work. Such pride is rare these days." His face stretched into a vicious smile. "The next 'canvas,' as you call it, promises to be rather expansive. I wonder if you've found yourself an employer. You see, I work for a certain federation and I'm sure that they would love to have another representative here." The sarcasm in his voice was palpable. "Of course, they've not really appreciated some of my behaviors of late. I wouldn't mind being a freelancer for a time." He spoke in a way that indicated that he was thinking aloud, but he was positive that she would see through the ruse.

[victoria]

"Employer?" Mana said with a laugh, "Doing such would mean that I am following the will of another... and that, Mr. Gauron, is something I'd never do. It would go against all my work."
Mana began to make her way down an alley, as the sound of sirens were heard in the distance. "And yes, I suppose I am a bit of an idealist, though not like those religious fundamentalist scum in the middle east, or the idiotic whiny rebels... I am merely following my calling, just like a baker makes bakeries, and an engineer builds and fixes things."

Mana turned suddenly, stopping her walk, her eyes darting all around the alley up to the rooftops, before returning to focus on Gauron, "Sounds like you are bored with your current work. Have you ever thought that maybe being a gun for hire is not the best use of your skills? You sound like a smart man, Mr Gauron. It would seem you still do what you wish to, given how you mentioned your employer isn't happy with you... and by what I've heard in the past, that seems to be a trend. Wouldn't you rather fulfill your destiny on your own? Be free of the will of others?" Mana smiled at him, "Contrary to what politicians may say, freedom IS free. It is our devil-given right."

[Josef "Gauron" Totschläger]

Gauron followed silently as she led the way down an alley. The sirens were starting to get louder and there was no doubt that the two would be suspects. The woman acted accordingly and took them off the beaten path and out of the view of prying eyes. He halted when she spun to face him after a quick check of the area.

"Sounds like you are bored with your current work. Have you ever thought that maybe being a gun for hire is not the best use of your skills? You sound like a smart man, Mr Gauron. It would seem you still do what you wish to, given how you mentioned your employer isn't happy with you... and by what I've heard in the past, that seems to be a trend."[/b]

Gauron held his arms out in a show of acceptance. He was used to people knowing his reputation and this woman having knowledge of it came as no shock.

"Wouldn't you rather fulfill your destiny on your own? Be free of the will of others? Contrary to what politicians may say, freedom IS free. It is our devil-given right."[/b] She was smiling. It wasn't the sort of smile that many people would find pleasant, but to Gauron it represented something more. Something dark and wonderful. This woman that was so young and vibrant was filled to the brim with a loathing for humanity. He wondered how beautiful she would be when she eventually died.

"Money makes the world go 'round. It makes no difference to me who's pocket it comes out of as long as I get paid. I may work for certain interests, but their objectives mean nothing to me, and they know it. What better way to use the abilities I've gained in my life than to further my own agenda? And if the devil does exist, then he takes notes from me."

[victoria]

Mana's smile faded as she heard Gauron's answer. She let out a light sigh, throwing her cigarette away, "Money... I see. I apologize for the boring lecture, Mr Gauron. It seems I am speaking to the wind..."
Mana gave a small bow, "I'll be on my way, Mr Gauron. I do hope we meet again..."

Mana broke into a run, leaping onto a dumpster and kicking off a wall, holding onto a fire escape and lifting herself up to the fire escape platform. She looked down at Gauron, "Do think about this, Mr Gauron: when there are no more humans left in this world... what good will your money be? Who will you buy from with paper and digital numbers?" she smiled, "Until next time, Mr Gauron."
Mana ran up the next set of stairs and leaped off the ledge, grabbing onto a windowsill and leaping into an apartment hallway through said window. She was gone.
[exit]

[Josef "Gauron" Totschläger]

The woman's smile disappeared from her face. It seemed she placed less faith in humanity's ability to put a price on anything - from weapons to information to life itself - than he did. With a short apology, she sprinted off and up, showing surprising speed and agility for a smoker. "Do think about this, Mr Gauron: when there are no more humans left in this world... what good will your money be? Who will you buy from with paper and digital numbers? Until next time, Mr Gauron."[/b] Then she disappeared.

Such a boring little ghetto and yet it was filled with so many interesting people. In spite of the fact that the conversation had decidedly not gone the way he had intended, today was indeed eventful. "Not to worry. We will meet again." Of that, Gauron had no doubt.

His "superiors" would label the day a waste. No information had been gleaned, no targets of opportunity lay in a pool of their own blood. He hadn't even obtained the woman's name. They would talk down to him and berate him for failure, but only if they were comfortably hidden out of his reach. Of course, they had no idea just how far his influence could extend. They had no way of knowing which of the Devicers that he trained would, with little more than a few words, turn on their country and come to the mercenary's aid. Unfortunately, he was still bored and the day was still young.

He took one last look at the window that the agile young misanthrope had vanished through before turning around. The sirens were all around, but he was unconcerned. Anyone who wished to question him could easily be bought off or scared into releasing him. Besides, another location was beckoning to him. With purpose in his stride, he walked away from the ghetto and went to one of the many monuments to the so-called horrors of war: the Tokyo Memorial.
EXIT

[Sylvana Li Britannia]

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