06-11-2008, 09:25 PM
Alvin sat down as well, declining Okeam's offer of sherry with a scowl.
"I suppose you know why you're all here." S - a man in his late fifties, maybe, wearing a black suit - walked along the side of the table, his arms crossed behind his back. "The Malus have attacked America, Brazil, Mexico, Italy, and Africa, each time posing as that country's rival."
"What would they get out of this?" Okeam yawned.
"Profit of course; the Malus is using old technology, true, but it's advanced in a way no modern technology can create. It uses the Fantom's designs."
"... You mean the Fantom of the Opera House?" Okeam started laughing. "Oh god, you dragged us here to chase a ghost?"
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?