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Log; Complete
When; Wednesday, November 7th
Rating; G
Characters; The Major![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
warconductor and Aizen Sosuke with_no_fear
Summary; A polite discussion over a cup of tea.
Log;
Aizen had found his way to the home of the Major, not that it was a particularly difficult task to begin with, and through the front door to meet with this acquaintance for the first time face to face. He was intrigued to see who the man, behind so much disruption in a place already without order, was.
He walked down the corridor, unfazed by the screaming coming from one door and aware that, much as in his own apartment, he was being watched. Booted feet echoed off the walls, filling the silence until even they faded away when he came to a stop at the door he was looking for. He raised one hand, knocking three times, politely announcing his presence, though if the Major was the manAizen suspected, it was an unnecessary act.
"Do come in," a voice said from within. "And please, make yourself at home." On the other side of the door sat the bridge, the control room, the heart of theDeus ex Machina II. Banks of monitors covered an entire wall, displaying such things that almost overwhelmed vision. Maps, graphics, reports, readouts, the flow of the network. And, of course,Aizen himself as he entered into the room. The Major sat in a command chair, a knee over another, sipping at a cup next to a sandwich. "Can we get you anything?"
Aizen entered the room, taking in his surroundings without really looking around. It was, nonetheless, an impressive set up. "Gracious and prompt." He complimented his host, manners were more than respectable. "Just a cup of tea will do." He did not lurk in the doorway but fully entered the room, and offered a smile, though kind was not a word to describe it. "A pleasure to finally meet you."
"A pleasure as well," the Major replied. "Please, take a seat. Is there tea you would prefer? Green? Black?" He sipped at his coca. "I'm afraid we are rather low on anything particularly British."
"Green will suffice." He took the offered seat, for all appearances completely relaxed in his settings, though foreign they were. "The lack, otherwise, is understandable." He was aware of the animosity between the factions in the City, war not unfamiliar to him.
A well-dressed vampire placed a steaming cup next to Aizen and bowed before disappearing. "I should have suspected," the Major said. "British tea does not sit well with us, and we have rather lost our taste for it. But no matter. HerrAizen , I must admit, from what I can learn of your work and those who work for you, I am impressed. Although given your... predecessor here, reports are somewhat mixed."
Aizen picked up the cup, sipping from it without so much as a worry. "Excellent." It was well brewed and obviously of good quality, nice to find someone of taste. "My predecessor's reputation is quite amusing." What he had heard was ridiculous and easily dismissed. How any could claim they were the same was a mystery, even if they did look alike. "Your own work has been of note. Though I have no rumor or other with which to compare."
"No, although my own small displays have, perhaps, said something to help my reputation proceed me," the Major said. "However, I still find myself quite curious to see you live up to your own reputation."
"I do work in different ways." Aizen explained. "I've been busy arranging the pieces just right for my display."
"How wonderful," the Major said. "For an incomplete orchestra can only but produce a terrible symphony." He shifted in his chair and took a sip from his cup. "Can we help your display in any way?"
"Perhaps." Aizen set his own cup aside. "I plan a delicate piece, but not all my instruments are suited for the parts." The Arrancar were attention grabbing at worst.
"My instruments are quite... varied. And we have ways of getting those rarities that are so difficult to find easily," the Major said. "In fact, we have something of a reputation for it."
"Yes, it would seem that way. I've no doubt we could arrange for a magnificent symphony." Aizen could use him. "It's just a matter of what you want. For I require very little."
The Major grinned, a small thing that quirked his cheek. "My wants are simple. My Doctor wishes to study one of your arrancar. And I? I wish only to practice my art further."
"The first has already been agreed upon. I can send him when you wish." Aizen dismissed the issue of an Arrancar with a flick of his wrist. "The second is easily enough provided. I will set the stage and you will put on the performance? The final act must be prepared for without notice."
"The curtain must be open, but the audience must not be looking until the finale. It is not fitting for the audience to see back stage, after all." Light shimmered off the Major's glasses eerily. "What stage shall I have?"
"One of confusion and suspicion, no doubt." Aizen picked up his cup and sipped from it again, taking a moment to appreciate the flavor. "The City itself is the set, and the audience will become players."
"Excellent," the Major said. "I think this recent curse has given me just the spine for the composition. Do you have any relevant details for the finale?"
"Only that the Arrancar will be given permission to play." The more fighting the more energy would be expended. "Work with or against them at your own wishes, but I only need you to do what you do best." If their underlings didn't squabble a little it would be too obvious a foreshadowing for what was to come. "I will let you know when the concert plays."
"Of course," the Major said. "This is not the first merry dance I have led. And I look forward to leading many another. They all look at us for their monsters, for we make no secret of what we want. Let them do so, and they shall never see the truth of what is happening right behind their backs. Perhaps I shall set loose some of my fellow monsters."
"I leave it to you. However you wish to lead will be enough, I look forward to what you can do and will of course show my own hand in time. Your creativity never disappoints, and no doubt it will live up to expectation. Maybe I will be able to show you something entertaining in the end." The end, Aizen smiled, that was a good word for it.
"In that case, Herr Aizen, I ask for but one thing. When shall we start our performance?"
"Some time after the new year, I do look forward to the fireworks and wouldn't want to upstage them."
"Wunderbar, Herr Aizen, Wunderbar. Then, please, raise a glass with me to a wonderful performance."
Aizen nodded once and raised his glass. "Something to be truly anticipated."
The Major raised his glass in return. "Probst, Herr Aizen. Probst."
Rating; G
Characters; The Major
warconductor and Aizen Sosuke with_no_fearSummary; A polite discussion over a cup of tea.
Log;
Aizen had found his way to the home of the Major, not that it was a particularly difficult task to begin with, and through the front door to meet with this acquaintance for the first time face to face. He was intrigued to see who the man, behind so much disruption in a place already without order, was.
He walked down the corridor, unfazed by the screaming coming from one door and aware that, much as in his own apartment, he was being watched. Booted feet echoed off the walls, filling the silence until even they faded away when he came to a stop at the door he was looking for. He raised one hand, knocking three times, politely announcing his presence, though if the Major was the manAizen suspected, it was an unnecessary act.
"Do come in," a voice said from within. "And please, make yourself at home." On the other side of the door sat the bridge, the control room, the heart of theDeus ex Machina II. Banks of monitors covered an entire wall, displaying such things that almost overwhelmed vision. Maps, graphics, reports, readouts, the flow of the network. And, of course,Aizen himself as he entered into the room. The Major sat in a command chair, a knee over another, sipping at a cup next to a sandwich. "Can we get you anything?"
Aizen entered the room, taking in his surroundings without really looking around. It was, nonetheless, an impressive set up. "Gracious and prompt." He complimented his host, manners were more than respectable. "Just a cup of tea will do." He did not lurk in the doorway but fully entered the room, and offered a smile, though kind was not a word to describe it. "A pleasure to finally meet you."
"A pleasure as well," the Major replied. "Please, take a seat. Is there tea you would prefer? Green? Black?" He sipped at his coca. "I'm afraid we are rather low on anything particularly British."
"Green will suffice." He took the offered seat, for all appearances completely relaxed in his settings, though foreign they were. "The lack, otherwise, is understandable." He was aware of the animosity between the factions in the City, war not unfamiliar to him.
A well-dressed vampire placed a steaming cup next to Aizen and bowed before disappearing. "I should have suspected," the Major said. "British tea does not sit well with us, and we have rather lost our taste for it. But no matter. HerrAizen , I must admit, from what I can learn of your work and those who work for you, I am impressed. Although given your... predecessor here, reports are somewhat mixed."
Aizen picked up the cup, sipping from it without so much as a worry. "Excellent." It was well brewed and obviously of good quality, nice to find someone of taste. "My predecessor's reputation is quite amusing." What he had heard was ridiculous and easily dismissed. How any could claim they were the same was a mystery, even if they did look alike. "Your own work has been of note. Though I have no rumor or other with which to compare."
"No, although my own small displays have, perhaps, said something to help my reputation proceed me," the Major said. "However, I still find myself quite curious to see you live up to your own reputation."
"I do work in different ways." Aizen explained. "I've been busy arranging the pieces just right for my display."
"How wonderful," the Major said. "For an incomplete orchestra can only but produce a terrible symphony." He shifted in his chair and took a sip from his cup. "Can we help your display in any way?"
"Perhaps." Aizen set his own cup aside. "I plan a delicate piece, but not all my instruments are suited for the parts." The Arrancar were attention grabbing at worst.
"My instruments are quite... varied. And we have ways of getting those rarities that are so difficult to find easily," the Major said. "In fact, we have something of a reputation for it."
"Yes, it would seem that way. I've no doubt we could arrange for a magnificent symphony." Aizen could use him. "It's just a matter of what you want. For I require very little."
The Major grinned, a small thing that quirked his cheek. "My wants are simple. My Doctor wishes to study one of your arrancar. And I? I wish only to practice my art further."
"The first has already been agreed upon. I can send him when you wish." Aizen dismissed the issue of an Arrancar with a flick of his wrist. "The second is easily enough provided. I will set the stage and you will put on the performance? The final act must be prepared for without notice."
"The curtain must be open, but the audience must not be looking until the finale. It is not fitting for the audience to see back stage, after all." Light shimmered off the Major's glasses eerily. "What stage shall I have?"
"One of confusion and suspicion, no doubt." Aizen picked up his cup and sipped from it again, taking a moment to appreciate the flavor. "The City itself is the set, and the audience will become players."
"Excellent," the Major said. "I think this recent curse has given me just the spine for the composition. Do you have any relevant details for the finale?"
"Only that the Arrancar will be given permission to play." The more fighting the more energy would be expended. "Work with or against them at your own wishes, but I only need you to do what you do best." If their underlings didn't squabble a little it would be too obvious a foreshadowing for what was to come. "I will let you know when the concert plays."
"Of course," the Major said. "This is not the first merry dance I have led. And I look forward to leading many another. They all look at us for their monsters, for we make no secret of what we want. Let them do so, and they shall never see the truth of what is happening right behind their backs. Perhaps I shall set loose some of my fellow monsters."
"I leave it to you. However you wish to lead will be enough, I look forward to what you can do and will of course show my own hand in time. Your creativity never disappoints, and no doubt it will live up to expectation. Maybe I will be able to show you something entertaining in the end." The end, Aizen smiled, that was a good word for it.
"In that case, Herr Aizen, I ask for but one thing. When shall we start our performance?"
"Some time after the new year, I do look forward to the fireworks and wouldn't want to upstage them."
"Wunderbar, Herr Aizen, Wunderbar. Then, please, raise a glass with me to a wonderful performance."
Aizen nodded once and raised his glass. "Something to be truly anticipated."
The Major raised his glass in return. "Probst, Herr Aizen. Probst."