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Chronus Klefkin

Chronus let out a long, almost evil laugh before settling himself back down. He knew that he was the outcast amongst the outcasts but never in his life did he think they would be so blunt about it. Frustration writhed around inside of him, and he raised his hand up against Ryker glaring at the man. Chronus knew full well that he was a selfish, entitled fuck, but at least he was civil about it. He had no ill will towards anyone in the room, and he was tempted to leave just as the one man did but he did no such thing. Bringing his hand down, Chronus picked up the dropped the music and put it back into his bag once more. Grinding his clenched teeth, he suddenly grabbed Rykers’ shirt pulling the shorter man up to his level snarling at him in the most professional, ice cold, manner one could muster. ”Don’t ever touch my music again. You are the scum on my shoe and nothing more. You will never be anything more than that. I am the king of my craft, I sit atop a throne alone, one your wildest dreams could never think of.” A wicked grin spread on his pale, doll-like face as he shoved Ryker down. ”I wouldn’t even spit in your direction. How dare you think you have the authority to tell me what to do. Leave? Leave simply because you said so? I don’t take to people telling me what to do all too well. I can unlock the floors of hell you’ve never been to before and shove you right in, since I am entitled and what not. I have the money, resources and enough boredom to do so. I am the last person you want to make irritated. And me? Wearing name brand clothing? I am in a hoodie and jeans. I don’t go around flashing my money, I let my talent speak for me. Which is more than you can say at least. I don’t need to look powerful to be powerful.” His eyes locked with the older mans, the stormy grey colour empty, no emotion running through them to match his words. Tearing his gaze away from him, his twisted face returned to the ever bored state it typically looks like. 

His hollow gaze now hit Nina, her words fell out of her mouth too easily. Almost as if she was expecting something like this to happen, it all felt so scripted. Chronus knew he has a notoriously short temper, but to go so far as to be physical and twist his face like that? It was so unlike him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something like this was supposed to happen. Or perhaps he was overthinking it… But his thoughts suddenly stopped in their tracks the moment Nina said something about how his parents had gone missing. ”Haaah??? My parents are missing from Pompeii? Seriously?” It felt like time had froze around him, he couldn’t formulate sentences. He had remembered that his father sent him an email about a business trip to Pompeii and he was going to book a few of his shows while he was there. For them to go missing left him very confused, they were very important figures around the world sure but they always had security with them. Did something happen…?? More questions brewed inside him, panic and confusion once more melded into the all too familiar feeling of irritation. Yet his face...his face was fine. Once again, his outward appearance was completely neutral. Almost as if he didn’t care. He was unimpressed with Nina’s words and they most certainly did not scare him in any way. If anything they made him uncomfortable, the fact that the family bank account was frozen meant his parents truly had something happen to them. And while he figured finally having them off his back would give him some sort of relief, it did the exact opposite. He felt more stressed than ever. Chronus knew that his reasons for feeling like this were completely wrong, but he couldn’t help it through. Finally, after mulling over his thoughts and staying silent, he spoke up. ”Suspect me? I have never been close to my parents, but I never would want them to disappear. I am not worried at all to be perfectly honest. If I learned anything from those two insolent people, it’s that no matter how far I am… They are always watching me. That I can’t escape, no matter the distance.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he flipped his hair from his face. 

Strolling over to the table where the papers were, he put his arm on the counter and let his head fall in his hand. He looked over Cedar for a quick moment, she spoke very timidly yet he was curious about her photos. But the curiosity faded just as quickly, causing him to now look at Sara. She looked very annoyed over the whole spectacle, which he couldn’t blame her. Both him and Ryker were slightly out of hand but he felt no need to apologize. Chronus was provoked after all. All he was doing was trying to tell them how fishy this all was, and yet they all were blinded by the prospect of money which he had plenty of so he was the only one able to keep a straight mind about things. About how this whole project thing was very sketchy, he still had many more questions. He almost thought about calling the family lawyer to take a look at thing but that honestly seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. Chronus desperately wanted to back out, to turn around and go home, to figured out what happened to his parents. But if these people had something to do with it, then wouldn’t it make sense to stay on the inside of things? To stay informed? But were his parents really worth all the trouble they were causing right now? Chronus shook his head, knowing that he wouldn’t like the answer either way. Glancing at James figure, his legs twitched ever so slightly. But wouldn’t that mean Ryker won? The thought of losing to brat like him made him angrier than his parents going missing. He has never lost at anything. His room back home was full of glittering trophies, ribbons, and awards of all kinds, each and every single one for first place. His intelligence and talent got him everything he wanted, so to be challenged by someone who has most likely never won a damn thing in their life was unacceptable, as he has beat out everyone who HAS won at least something. His pride wouldn’t stand for it. 

Grinding his teeth, Chronus radiated an aura of irritation. He hadn’t had such an annoying internal conflict in such a long time, he didn’t really know how to deal with it. Even if outwardly, his face showed no sort of emotion, if one had a keen eye they would be able to tell that his jaw was moving ever so slightly with his teeth grinding. His next movements were elegant, his arm raised like a conductor's, he held a pen in his hand. ”I had no intention of signing today. I did not want to work for you and this sketchy organization. You expect me to not question where you found my music? You want me to just accept that you found it and to be happy with it? Had I not came here, I would’ve done just that.Sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong is my specialty, I often try not to ask too many questions because it is a bother. Everything about this was bothersome. I don’t enjoy leaving my house unless I have to. Do I honestly look like the type of person who would fare well out in the elements in abandoned places when, if I were to hurt my hands or feet in any way, my carrier would be ruined? Obviously not. You don’t even have to kid yourself with that. I am perfect at everything though, there is not a thing I cannot do but there are things I will not do because I am smart. However…” He paused, letting out a long breath, his jet black hair moving to hang in his face, ”I still have a lot of questions for you guys. I am above you and your ideals. I will figure out this places truth, I intend to know what you did to my parents. And I have a feeling you guys are hiding something. I could be wrong, paranoid even, but my intuition is telling me this is so. It’s a farce, and I may be the only person to see it right now, but that doesn’t worry me. You revealed yourself to the wrong person. I am smarter than whoever is in charge here, I will figure it all out.” His empty face didn’t change at all while he spoke. His words were cold, precise and dangerous. 

Bringing his hand down, his hand wavered over the contract. Ryker really got under his skin, it almost made him feel like he was moving his hand for him, all over putting his pride on the line. How stupid, ridiculous even, Chronus wanted to let out a pitiful laugh for himself. Had he not scuffled with him, had Rykers utter arrogance not gotten in the way he would not be here about to do something that every fiber of his being was screaming at him not to do. ”I do have one request however. When I go on tour once more, or when I have a performance, I have to be there. I won’t let this little game get in the way of my job as a professional musician. Am I understood? I will never prioritize this over my real job. If they happen to line up at any point, please do know that I will not go with this one. You will have to do this without me.” His hand didn’t move at all as he waited on her confirmation. His pride or not, he had a status to maintain.
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