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06-11-2008, 08:25 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 KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...
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