tampered | Evil Plotting

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Current Location: The Den; Private room

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Evil Plotting

When; February 26, 2009; Sundown
Where; The Den
Characters; Major (

warconductor), Aion (

jiyuna_togabito), and Lady Basene (

akaladybasene)
Summary; Privately meeting Major at the Den to talk business.
Rating; Should be PG;;;;;

It was a perfect day to meet. The city occupied with the commotions of some trouble at the zoo, even the police wouldn't have thought some meeting were to take place this night. Slyly walking through the crowd in the streets, Aion finally made his way to the Den. He was grateful that the "Lady" was willing to help him out though he figured his guest tonight would surely spark her interest as well- The Major. A man after his own heart for destruction. It was going to be an interesting night.

Making his way towards the back of the place, he asked a worker to guide him to the reserved private room as he informed him to tell the owner that he had arrived. There he ordered his favorite drink and comfortably waited for the other to arrive.

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A light knock on the door and a vampire in civilian garb peered around the door, a gun held loosely, but competently in his right hand.

"Herr Aion?"

"Ah, good evening, I assume you must be the Major." Calmly gesturing with his hand, Aion motioned for the man to join him with a confident smirk across his lips.

"Care for a drink?"

"I'm afraid not, Herr Aion," the vampire said. He looked around, his nostrils flaring. He turned and spoke in German before opening the door and standing in a guard position next to it.

The Major was not, physically, very notable. He was fat, short, and not built for any sort of physical activity. He dressed impeccably, as a battalion commander in the Officer's Mess, with a bottle of thick amber liquid under his arm.

But it was the eyes that gave it away. Gold flashed under the reflection on his glasses, shining intelligence and ambition and... madness.

"Herr Aion, a pleasure to finally meet you."

The weave was complete and everyone was in the room. It was then that Graendal decided to use a gateway to come into the room from her office. Smiling, she nodded to them.

An extremely good-looking young woman was at her side with a tray.

Graendal's eyes noted the vampire but otherwise ignored him as she took a seat. She took a glass of wine of the tray her servant held.

"The Major. I must admit that I had not expected you would be the one coming here."

Aion carefully observed the man from head to toe. He wasn't intimidating by any mean but when his eyes directly met with his, he knew he wasn't just any ordinary man... not human at all. The sinner was pleased that he wasn't just dealing with any foolish human. He was about to answer when the owner of the Den, 'Lady Basene' entered, almost as if on cue.

He kept quiet for a moment and lightly chuckled to hear her words. "Aa I see, so you're already acquainted with the Major. Then you're both aware of how much merit the other has as well, I take it. Interesting, let us begin then. If you will, Major."

"Of course," the Major said, sitting at the table and placing a bottle on the table. "Germany's finest dark lager. But I will have whatever the lady recommends." He smirked as the light reflected off of his glasses.

Behind him, the vampire took a flanking position, watching Basane and Aion carefully.

"I don't wish to tell you what you already know. So please, enlighten me to what you do know of our... little gathering."

Graendal smiled sweetly as she studied the bottle. It wasn't something she'd heard of but no matter. "Drink what you wish. But if you desire something of mine then I can easily recommend something for any tongue."

Crossing her legs, she made herself comfortable.

"I was told that I would be...interested."

Aion didn't hesitate to state his objective for the night. The Major had once touched upon the subject in the past and if this meeting would open doors to learn more about this secret club then all was well.

"Don't mind if I do. I've simply come seeking for more of that 'history lesson' of yours. The unknown group that well picks my interest." He glanced towards Graendal with a sly smile as he had once mentioned and asked the same thing to her. "As I've mentioned before to you, Major, one of my goals is retaliation against the deities and the other..." He paused to look at the Major with a grin. "is to create a virus that can destroy a particular 'system.' The demon society itself, Pandemonium's core."

The Major smirked. "I place my trust in your hands, mein Frauline. I doubt you will steer me overwrong. But Herr Aion, that is an audacious and singular goal indeed. Not against the deities. Though audacious, it is common here. But no, you seek war. Not against the devil, but against Hell itself, though by another name. This in and of itself interests me."

He leaned back and spread his hands. "For you see, am I a man who does not himself have any goals. Or rather, I have settled on no goals to obtain my means."

"Mm...war. Whether it is of the mind or of the land, it has such a beautiful ring to it." Graendal leaned back in her chair and eyed both men. "So many hesitate to invite war. How nice to see that there are those who don't."

As if to toast that fact, she raised her glass then took a sip.

"Then allow me to entertain you with a goal. A goal that would satisfy both of our desires. I've long battled against Pandemonium, thinking of ways to defeat her complex system. However, all efforts would be for nothing unless I am able to freely come back and forth as I please. There is only one being who hold the keys to the gates of time. What better to use war as an excuse to lure those clearly in charge- the deities. Perhaps even bring them down from their high thrones and down to our feet. All things are possible to those who 'believe' and act, don't you both agree?" Aion enthusiastically spoke with a slight bow of his head towards the man.

This made things much easier than he had expected. Without conflicting goals, as long as the Major was well entertained, everything would work in his favor. As for Graendal, he wasn't as sure though pleased that she wasn't taken by the idea. The demon slightly raised his glass to acknowledge the lady before taking a swig himself.

"An interesting proposal, mein Herr. It would certainly require a greater deal of intelligence than we currently have. Indeed, I would not be at all surprised to learn that they know of our conversation even as we speak it. But that, I think, makes it an even greater challenge, and thus a more worthy opponent. For I have learned an important truth."

He produced a pair of USB thumb drives. "There is no such thing as immortal, unbeatable, or impossible. These concepts are meaningless in the chaos of war, the river of death. As for the group... think of it as a simple social club. We come together and commiserate. We help each other when in great need. And as every upstanding club must, we host a great event every once in a while."

"I do agree that all things are possible with belief and action." That said, her eyes strayed to study the thumb drives with interest. It would be difficult to do otherwise. "I must also agree with your truth, Major. And, also add that the events of the club are quite excellent. I cannot help but to give my approval."

A mysterious little smile crosses her face. As if she knows many more things than she's letting on.

"No need to add concern to where it's not needed, Major. Though I must agree that I do enjoy a good challenge myself." Aion confidently eyed the man with a light chuckle to follow it. He wasn't aware of just how strong these deities were but a small precaution had been taken just in case. It was guaranteed that their conversations were at least shielded from the public if anyone thanks to Graendal.

The sinner carefully listened on as he glanced at the drives himself with little knowledge of what they were. Whatever it was, it was bound to be the type of technology that he needed to succeed. He adjusted his glasses before adding on with a snap of his finger and a grin across his lips. "OK. Then agreed. Consider myself a part of that so called 'social club.'" The demon raised his arm to the side as his gaze went back and forth between the Major and Graendal. "I shall think of you, both, as one of my own. A 'family' of sort. Allow me to lend a hand to a 'brother' as I will expect the same respect and favor in return. What do you say?"

"Allies, then? Very good." He raised his glass. "Those contain the proper codes for your communicator to our... secure channels. Forgive us, but some of our members prefer the protection of anonymity. So please, select a name and introduce yourselves."

The shine from the light above circled around his glasses, seemingly of its own accord. "For myself, I chose Woden, Norse god of Wisdom and War. Most appropriate, don't you think?"

"I can agree to allies and a family of sorts. And your name Major. It is perfection. The name suits you well." Reaching out, she took one of the drives. She studied it carefully then smiled her approval.

"I do believe I have just the name in mind too." Graendal's smile become coy as she set her glass on the tray her servant held. The girl only blushed that her mistress would show her attentions of any kind.

"Excellent! I'm glad to hear we've all come to an agreement. Woden, you say? Easy enough considering how befitting it is. As for you, satisfy my curiosity. What name will you choose Lady Basene?" Aion casually asked. The Major was openly giving himself away and he already knew of her name. Gaining each other's trust was the first important step when working as one. So he did the same.

"As for an alias myself..." Aion placed his hand over his glasses as he thought for a second before continuing. "Consider mine as the 'Crusader'." He proclaimed with a laugh. Such play on words. How fitting it was for a man who was the symbolic figure of one religion yet not have one himself; though the act was similar. This was a war to regain his own freedom, his place to live.

"Most believe me involved in everything that hurts them in this city in some way, so why abuse them of that notion? Crusader... how interesting and... familiar."

He held open his hands. "It's been too long since our little club spoke together. This really must be fixed, I believe."

"Crusader. I do like that one. I shall go with the 'Souvra'. It is a word in an ancient tongue in my world." Graendal laughs lightly at both the men. This was working in her favor.

"It would be nice to speak to others of like minds."

"Indeed." The sinner agreed as he pondered about the latter. Familiar? To whom, he wondered. Either way, Woden and Souvra were noted. He went on to wondering who the other members were for a minute before dropping it for another time. It wasn't as if the Major would reveal such confidential information even if he knew.

Aion raised his glass for a toast as he glanced at both of his now 'comrades'. "Then a toast, to a new beginning and partnership."

The Major raised his glass. "Prost."

Graendal raised her own glass. "I will happily drink to that."

Laughing softly, she brought it to her lips.

A deal sealed.

[ooc: Is this a good place to stop or should we have them discuss something else as well? Let me know I'm up for anything! And thank you so much to both of you, for logging with me~<333]

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After you tag me the order is going to be: Basene, Aion, Major y/y?

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