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?"
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!