Just like that the allegience of A.M.R.O's hounds shifted, a mutually benefitial agreement, the rationality of which stemmed from an Asylum's understanding of the ultimate truth. Loyalty is an abstract concept, a rational and cognitive being cannot pledge undying fidelity to a human, a frail host of self contradiction. Instead this sense of loyalty subconciously attaches itself to a trait or quality. Placing one's faith in an idea is far more assuring than gambling it on a Man, for an idea does not die nor can it deceive. Asylum's are conditioned to disregard faith in humanity and instead be loyal to but one irrefutable truth, power. When a soldier obeys a Captain, he does not salute the man but the title. Power is the governing force in A.M.R.O hence for an Asylum to shift allegience is no act of trechory, it is the adherence to power.
"Unanimous it is then?" XIII crowed as he clapped smugly, his sarcastic demeanour rather vibrant at this most fortuitous event. Even with all his foresight, Angel hadn't expected teams of such calibre to drop in, an early Christmas present as if it were. "I suppose I will let my partner debrief you all, she has a way with words..." With that said the Crimson Asylum silently took a seat, amusing himself by tapping the frame of his spectacles once more.
"Your arrival and forecasted death was A.M.R.O's contingency plan for 'code zero'." Rin's head slowly tilted towards the Asylums, her mismatched pupils darting between them. From the movement of her lips to her monotonic voice, every aspect appeared to be mechanical, void of expresion. "In the unlikely event that A.M.R.O's security is compromised, all witnesses have to ber terminated including those participating in the termination process. The probability of intrusion in the system is currently 62 percent, as such the contingency plan has been put in effect. A.M.R.O is privy to the failure of the objective, the situation authorizes mobilization of a Chrono. The estimated time for their interception... one week. Probability of evasion.....0 percent. Alternative.....location of primary threat. Source material......forbidden alchemy, disclosure of classified information. Conclusion.....primary threat unknown. Alternate conclusion.....redirect focus on Cirque du Folie and uncover the primary link. First objective.....prevention. Second objective......intrusion. Third objective.....extraction. Final objective.....elimination." With that said, the Chrono consluded her debriefing by merely tilting her head back into an upright position, her gaze calmly settling onto her partner.
"There you have it, your best course of action......is our course of action," Angel casually picked up from where his partner concluded, his fingertips continuing to tap against the side of his spectacles, a ticking sound that often creeped most Asylums that were unfortunate enough to be partnered with the Gemellie. "The first objective that my partner spoke of, prevention, is for us to eliminate the Forsaken Kings, they are an unwanted complication. A few years ago the Circus had a civil revolt and quite a few of their members were exiled, not a surprise they would join the Forsaken Kings and even less so the fact that they hate the Circus. We cannot allow the Circus to face opposition and risk them retreating. How fortunate that I have located their base of operations, I am sure you all can't wait to get started!" Angel continued, feigning excitment, yet his expression betrayed the enthusiasm in his tone. A silent and grim expression which served not to intimidate but remind the Asylums to make their peace now.
"What say we have that ice-cream I promised you all?" Angel finally concluded with a snap, as if on que several waiters slowly entered carrying extravagantly decored ice-cream. With the neccessary threats and warnings declared all that was left was to enjoy some divine gellato.
It seemed almost comical how the teams which were just recently trying to assassinate each other were now sharing ice-cream, a prodigal cuisine on a wrecked table with most of the bunker in shambles. The sheer ludicrosity of this scenario almost succeeded in bringing a sincere smile on XIII's face, a humane side which very few ever acknowled.
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Time: Approx Midnight
Location: Forsaken King's hide out
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When the Asylums arrived at their destination, every factor had been considered. No more than a single team travelled together, each team took a different route when approaching the destination and minimum pedestrian contact was maintained. The King's often employed strategies in which they would disguise themselves as every day citizens in order to better safe guard their proximity. However for a trained Asylum avoiding such obstacles in child's play, each and every Asylum is required to be well versed in all forms of covert strategies and tactics. Throughout history most of the greatest espionage has been done at the hand's of an Asylum. John F kennedy's assassination, the space shuttle 'challenger' disaster, the 1982 logic bomb.
It would have taken the Asylums a matter of seconds to surround the compound, the Gemellie being the one's to knock at the front door. Though from the very start a strange nagging sensation appeared to gnaw at XIII, this entire operation appeared far too easy and the fact that they had yet to encounter a single hiccup did not bode well. It almost seemed as if the King's had invited the Asylums over and with each second the horrid truth slowly continued to sink in.
"Probability of intrusion within A.M.R.O.....is now 71 percent," Rin whispered coldly, her calculative gaze scrutinizing the surroundings.
"What are the chances we might have been discovered by their scouts?" Angel replied, his fingers pressed against his temple. The situation was escalating rapidly and the Crimson Asylum personally detested situations which would have him work hard-er.
"0.0072, the margin of openings were minute to inconsequential. Comparing the skills of the Asylums against the scarce resources of the Kings, mission failure should not have been possible." Rin brushed aside her partner's claims of incompetency, the calculations performed by the Prodigy were considered to have a 97 percent success rate hence the reason for her title, 'A.M.R.O's little Princess'.
"Abort the mission, someone has been hearing in on u--" before Angel could manage to finish his telepathic communication the ground beneath the Gemellie's feet caved in, in all their caution the two had failed to anaylse the structure of the soil on top of which they stood, as a consquence both found themselves tumbling underground.
~ The Demon and the Viking~
Groans echoed in the darkness which enveloped the Crimson Angel, his disoriented vision slowly regained it's focus allowing him to better evaluate the mess they were in. Once the evalutation concluded Angel found himself franticaly looking about, a worried expression which gradually regained its casual composure.
"This is strange, it seems telepathic communication has been cut off.....wait that isn't all...." Angel thought to himself, his palm stretched out with the intension to illuminate the surroundings with alchemy, however something appeared to be interferying with the cast. [i]"I believe A.M.R.O was designing a technology that would interfere with an Alchemists concentration levels, in theory that could make casting alchemy very difficult. It seems like A.M.R.O made their prototype....and it got leaked...splendid. I should find my partner before she brings this place down." Angel couldn't help but shiver at the thought of the paper work that would stack if Reri were to lose control.
It didn't take long for XIII to deduce where he was, the damp surroundings and the smell were indicators enough that he was in the tunnel's that run beneath Vegas, even so he couldn't help but heave a weary sigh. These tunnels stretched on for miles and without alchemy the infamous Blood Draped Angel was simply lost. For the most part all this weary Lost Number wished to do was take a long nap, however this wasn't the time or.....the...place for that, coming to terms with the harsh reality the next few hours were spent scavaging supplies for a flame torch.
"Hey you still alive?" XIII questioned callously as he waved his torch across the unconcious body of Thora, his spectacles shimmering crimson.
"Unanimous it is then?" XIII crowed as he clapped smugly, his sarcastic demeanour rather vibrant at this most fortuitous event. Even with all his foresight, Angel hadn't expected teams of such calibre to drop in, an early Christmas present as if it were. "I suppose I will let my partner debrief you all, she has a way with words..." With that said the Crimson Asylum silently took a seat, amusing himself by tapping the frame of his spectacles once more.
"Your arrival and forecasted death was A.M.R.O's contingency plan for 'code zero'." Rin's head slowly tilted towards the Asylums, her mismatched pupils darting between them. From the movement of her lips to her monotonic voice, every aspect appeared to be mechanical, void of expresion. "In the unlikely event that A.M.R.O's security is compromised, all witnesses have to ber terminated including those participating in the termination process. The probability of intrusion in the system is currently 62 percent, as such the contingency plan has been put in effect. A.M.R.O is privy to the failure of the objective, the situation authorizes mobilization of a Chrono. The estimated time for their interception... one week. Probability of evasion.....0 percent. Alternative.....location of primary threat. Source material......forbidden alchemy, disclosure of classified information. Conclusion.....primary threat unknown. Alternate conclusion.....redirect focus on Cirque du Folie and uncover the primary link. First objective.....prevention. Second objective......intrusion. Third objective.....extraction. Final objective.....elimination." With that said, the Chrono consluded her debriefing by merely tilting her head back into an upright position, her gaze calmly settling onto her partner.
"There you have it, your best course of action......is our course of action," Angel casually picked up from where his partner concluded, his fingertips continuing to tap against the side of his spectacles, a ticking sound that often creeped most Asylums that were unfortunate enough to be partnered with the Gemellie. "The first objective that my partner spoke of, prevention, is for us to eliminate the Forsaken Kings, they are an unwanted complication. A few years ago the Circus had a civil revolt and quite a few of their members were exiled, not a surprise they would join the Forsaken Kings and even less so the fact that they hate the Circus. We cannot allow the Circus to face opposition and risk them retreating. How fortunate that I have located their base of operations, I am sure you all can't wait to get started!" Angel continued, feigning excitment, yet his expression betrayed the enthusiasm in his tone. A silent and grim expression which served not to intimidate but remind the Asylums to make their peace now.
"What say we have that ice-cream I promised you all?" Angel finally concluded with a snap, as if on que several waiters slowly entered carrying extravagantly decored ice-cream. With the neccessary threats and warnings declared all that was left was to enjoy some divine gellato.
It seemed almost comical how the teams which were just recently trying to assassinate each other were now sharing ice-cream, a prodigal cuisine on a wrecked table with most of the bunker in shambles. The sheer ludicrosity of this scenario almost succeeded in bringing a sincere smile on XIII's face, a humane side which very few ever acknowled.
----------------Xx---------xX-----------------
Time: Approx Midnight
Location: Forsaken King's hide out
----------------Xx----------xX-----------------
When the Asylums arrived at their destination, every factor had been considered. No more than a single team travelled together, each team took a different route when approaching the destination and minimum pedestrian contact was maintained. The King's often employed strategies in which they would disguise themselves as every day citizens in order to better safe guard their proximity. However for a trained Asylum avoiding such obstacles in child's play, each and every Asylum is required to be well versed in all forms of covert strategies and tactics. Throughout history most of the greatest espionage has been done at the hand's of an Asylum. John F kennedy's assassination, the space shuttle 'challenger' disaster, the 1982 logic bomb.
It would have taken the Asylums a matter of seconds to surround the compound, the Gemellie being the one's to knock at the front door. Though from the very start a strange nagging sensation appeared to gnaw at XIII, this entire operation appeared far too easy and the fact that they had yet to encounter a single hiccup did not bode well. It almost seemed as if the King's had invited the Asylums over and with each second the horrid truth slowly continued to sink in.
"Probability of intrusion within A.M.R.O.....is now 71 percent," Rin whispered coldly, her calculative gaze scrutinizing the surroundings.
"What are the chances we might have been discovered by their scouts?" Angel replied, his fingers pressed against his temple. The situation was escalating rapidly and the Crimson Asylum personally detested situations which would have him work hard-er.
"0.0072, the margin of openings were minute to inconsequential. Comparing the skills of the Asylums against the scarce resources of the Kings, mission failure should not have been possible." Rin brushed aside her partner's claims of incompetency, the calculations performed by the Prodigy were considered to have a 97 percent success rate hence the reason for her title, 'A.M.R.O's little Princess'.
"Abort the mission, someone has been hearing in on u--" before Angel could manage to finish his telepathic communication the ground beneath the Gemellie's feet caved in, in all their caution the two had failed to anaylse the structure of the soil on top of which they stood, as a consquence both found themselves tumbling underground.
~ The Demon and the Viking~
Groans echoed in the darkness which enveloped the Crimson Angel, his disoriented vision slowly regained it's focus allowing him to better evaluate the mess they were in. Once the evalutation concluded Angel found himself franticaly looking about, a worried expression which gradually regained its casual composure.
"This is strange, it seems telepathic communication has been cut off.....wait that isn't all...." Angel thought to himself, his palm stretched out with the intension to illuminate the surroundings with alchemy, however something appeared to be interferying with the cast. [i]"I believe A.M.R.O was designing a technology that would interfere with an Alchemists concentration levels, in theory that could make casting alchemy very difficult. It seems like A.M.R.O made their prototype....and it got leaked...splendid. I should find my partner before she brings this place down." Angel couldn't help but shiver at the thought of the paper work that would stack if Reri were to lose control.
It didn't take long for XIII to deduce where he was, the damp surroundings and the smell were indicators enough that he was in the tunnel's that run beneath Vegas, even so he couldn't help but heave a weary sigh. These tunnels stretched on for miles and without alchemy the infamous Blood Draped Angel was simply lost. For the most part all this weary Lost Number wished to do was take a long nap, however this wasn't the time or.....the...place for that, coming to terms with the harsh reality the next few hours were spent scavaging supplies for a flame torch.
"Hey you still alive?" XIII questioned callously as he waved his torch across the unconcious body of Thora, his spectacles shimmering crimson.