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Dear Reader,

What I am about to tell you, is classified. It may or may not reach you, but the world needs to know the truth, you need to know the truth.

What if I told you there is more to the world than what an ordinary bystander can perceive?

What if I told you there are forces in this world kept at bay so you may enjoy your tranquil life of ignorance and bliss?

What if there is an organization that has overseen humanity for centuries, rewriting truth, reshaping history and institutionalizing you to revere logic and reasoning all so as to dull your senses?

Surely you would think me insane, but let me tell you something. In a world of madness, sanity is for the foolish.

I am sure you are wondering, who am I? I am one of the soldiers of this organization, trained to maintain order in a world tainted with madness. All those tales of magic and sorcery, well in my world those aren't stories you tell children and in my world we call it Alchemy. It is a force which enables us to bring change and break the chains of limitation but at a price. There is always a price for such things.

Alchemy is like a drug, the more you use it the more you crave it. It is an addiction that slowly strips you of your humanity and I mean that quite literally. Within my organization we have a name for it, we call it insannadiction. The use of alchemy comes at the price of your soul, of your sanity and those that abuse this curse slowly find themselves to be but a husk of their former selves fueled by base and carnal desires of destruction. The world almost fell to these vile monstrosities, that is until the Alchemy Management and Restraint Organization (A.M.R.O) surfaced to combat the malice of Alchemy. Their rational for this war was quite simple, 'to fight monsters we shall use monsters'. I am an Alchemist sworn to battle madness, to stop insanity, within my organization we are called by a different name, we are known as Asylums and we are everywhere.

I cannot give you the entire history but I can tell you of the events that have led to this point, they are in within the attachment below. I have also managed to hack my organization's data base so you maybe able to read up on additional information. I shall paste the link below the attachment.

Regards,

Forgotten.

Attachment

Where should I start? Maybe I should tell you all about the impending Bloodline wars, no I think we need to go back to the source, to the prelude of madness.

Eight years ago a disaster occurred within A.M.R.O's training grounds, the ripples of which never really subsided and I fear the tide that is yet to come.

Within an undisclosed location, titled innocence, several alchemists were brought as mere infants and trained into becoming Asylums and carry the cruel fate that came with it. It is here I learned that my organization is not a great savior but an evil that seeks to thwart other evils. Never in my wildest dream could I imagine that under this little Island, where children trained to protect mankind, would be a prison housing four of the deadliest criminals in A.M.R.O's history. Maybe my organization grew content with the abundance of power it held; maybe it felt those prisoners would never break through the impenetrable seals. It is a pity they never foresaw treason, in hindsight I suppose I can understand why Joux did what he did, yes he was one of the most respected instructors present at innocence but he was also a witness to A.M.R.O's darkness.

Would you pity those prisoners if I told you A.M.R.O held them captive since they were but wee little lads; that they were experimented upon, tortured all in the quest to obtain power. The ability to manipulate alchemy is not equal, some are weak at it where as other are strong and then there are the prodigies. This had been the norm since the dawn of Alchemy's origin, however a few decades ago an anomaly was observed, something that shook the very foundation of belief and understanding of the art. When an Alchemist goes insane there is no point of return, it is an impossibility which had remained consistent for millenniums. When this happened, there was not a single record of it ever happening before. Someone went insane and then regained his sanity, it was a breakthrough and that individual came to possess a power that even the Gods would envy. So there is no surprise that A.M.R.O wished to artificially replicate this event which was dubbed a singularity.

Those four children grew up knowing only darkness, despair and pain but A.M.R.O could hardly care for they succeeded. Two year prior to the fall of Innocence (A.M.R.O's training ground), the experimentation succeeded. However before A.M.R.O could study which of the four subjects became the artificial singularity, an accident occurred which destroyed all data and only after sacrificing a multitude of Asylums were those four prisoner brought under control and locked away. If it were me, I would have killed those four but I suppose A.M.R.O could not afford to dispose of such valuable assets.

I am sure my organization regrets its decision, to think it took only two year and those four managed to break out of their bindings and wreak havoc upon innocence. Not only did those four prisoners manage to escape but it was at the cost of the lives of several hundred children as well as one of A.M.R.O's greatest soldiers. It was indeed a momentous loss for my organization, one that will haunt it to this day and times to come.

I guess this brings us to what has been going on currently, I suppose one of the notable incidents would be the threat of all out war between the Bloodlines. Ah, you probably do not know what those are huh? A.M.R.O and Asylums are but one side of the picture; surely you are aware there must be other Alchemists in the world too. Most of these ordinary alchemists are referred to as rogues, a derogatory term, within the eyes of Asylums they are less than filth. An exception to this rule would be the Bloodlines, who I suppose you could consider TO BE royalty among the filth.

Within the world it is extremely rare for Alchemy to transfer through blood and that too consistently; within the 16th century A.M.R.O enlisted the help of several families which were prospects for becoming Bloodlines. A.M.R.O ensured their survival and in exchange these Bloodlines ensure a steady supply of soldiers. As times passed these Bloodlines rose to power, several becoming industrial giants and amassing immense wealth. It is no secret that feuds existed among the various Bloodlines, however never had it come to a point of an all out war that threatened the very balance which A.M.R.O had striven to maintain.

However I fear war maybe inevitable. Situations of small scale skirmishes have been known to occur among Bloodlines however never has a Bloodline mysteriously been annihilated. This event changes the very dynamics of Bloodline relations as well as weakens their deference to A.M.R.O. Even now I hear rumors of paranoia spreading across various Bloodlines and the preparations for war has already begun. It is true to assume that all the Bloodlines are currently balancing themselves on a very fragile line, which if break would lead to catastrophic consequences. However what A.M.R.O fears even more is the possibility that one of the prisoners of innocence have a hand in this.

The only ones who can stop an all out blood bath are the Asylums who will be sent to moderate a meeting between these Bloodlines to find a peaceful solution. A meeting that happens once a century, 'The Meeting of Crests'.

Link to A.M.R.O's database: Confidential - Password required

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. This RP while located in the advanced section has high casual standards and as such we do not promote a ridiculous amount of text, instead we focus on character building, world building and quality experience. Anyone that is interested can view the OOC given in the link above and then you are more than welcome to approach me regarding any queries you may have.

. Currently we have roughly three spots open.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

“So, who’s leading the way and does anyone have a plan?”

Geko hadn't even registered Samad's question, all his senses were a groggy messy haze. The old Lost Number was the opposite to Angel in regards to means of transportation, he despised teleportation. It always seemed so unnatural to him and that coupled with the fact it made him want to empty his stomachs was enough a reason to avoid porting.

"Damn I hate porting..." Geko voiced his annoyance, his voice slightly muffled due to the hand that cupped his mouth, hoping to prevent a gag reflex. "What did you say Sama…" Even as the Lost Number spoke his eyes slowly widened, his mouth left ajar as he followed Yin's gaze, off to the west. Sweat beaded down their temples as both Lost Numbers simply stared without uttering a single word, it almost seemed as if the two had stopped breathing even.

"I...don't think this was a good idea..." Yin finally spoke up in a raspy voice, as if her throat had gone dry.

"That child is....frightening..." Geko replied, regaining composure slightly slower than his comrade. "Do you not feel it?" He spoke, turning to face the Asylums. "Her alchemic drive.....is everywhere....its suffocating." He continued and after a short pause, pointed towards where Yin still seemed to be looking. "It is concentrated in that direction, it seems either Reri wants A.M.R.O to find her....or she is telling us what will happen if A.M.R.O finds her."

"We have our orders, the Ante Mortem must be brought to heel. Even they wouldn't want to face the wrath of A.M.R.O, apparent from the fact they didn't kill any Asylum that was sent to retrieve them. Lucky for us we have the Reaper's....friends....with us....oh and an Overseer. Smooth sailing from here." Yin replied, her tone thick in sarcasm.

Right behind all of them was the diminutive and easily forgotten figure of Andrew, A.M.R.O's alchemic research scientist. Though his invisibility eventually faded once the man ended up rushing towards a trashcan and vomiting in it once more.

"Just how much can one man puke?" Yin asked the Asylums in front of her, apparently everyone staring at the man who was emptying his stomach one moment that sprawled on the ground, unconscious, the other.

"Our chances keep improving," Geko replied adding to Yin's previous sarcastic remark.

"Everyone take half an hour to prep, this may go either ways so make sure you are ready. Also can someone please wake Mister Andrew and possibly make sure he does not die?" With that said Yin casually walked towards a plain wall, pressed a hand on it and instantly several compartments opened up with weapons and ammunition.

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Location: A mansion near a semi-rural area towards the West of London

"Shit..." was the only word uttered by Geko as the Asylums finally stood behind the massive metal gate to Ante Mortem's mansion. The alchemic drive emanating from within the mansion was almost painful. The Lost Number could taste it, feel it on his skin, a blistering, singing sensation.

"Any one seen 'Monster House'?" Yin joked which elicited a small whimper from Andrew who at this point was the furthest from the group, conveniently situated behind Alistair.

"Who wants to ring the bell?" Geko asked, his humor still present albeit lacking the usual flair.

"Just get it over with!" Yin shouted, charging towards the bell and ringing it once. When there was no response she rang it again and then decided it would be wise to keep ringing the bell. After perhaps the twentieth ring someone finally shouted from far off.

"I am on my way!" A rather elderly fellow slowly approached at a pace that may have taken him an eternity to reach them if he hadn't almost instantly appeared in front of the gate, traversing an ungodly distance at an ungodly speed.

"How can I help you Asylums?" The man spoke, his attire and expression revealing his profession to be a kin to a sweet old butler. The only thing that betrayed this persona was the sharp needle like blades that protruded from his fingers.

"Why can't I feel any alchemic drive from him?" Andrew finally spoke up, his curiosity over-shadowing his dread. "How fascinating, what are you?"

"The Butler," the old man replied in a respectful tone. "How may I be of assistance?"

"We are friend's of Ante Mortem and wanted to have a cup of tea with them?" Geko replied with a nervous smile and a shrug.

"Right this way Master Asylums," the old man replied with a nod, the sturdy gate slowly opening allowing the Asylums to pass inside.

"That was easy," Yin whispered to the Asylums as they cautiously approached the second entrance.

"You will fins the Master inside, please avoid unnecessary damage to the property and if possible do not bleed over the Persian Rugs, they were just washed." With that the Butler gently opened the wooden door and ushered the Asylums inside and then the door closed.

"Shit" Geko and Yin spoke in tandem as they saw the young Chrono standing right in front of them.

"Ice-cream?" Rena replied after a few seconds of deathly uncomfortable silence, right after that Andrew passed out again.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

A sole hunched figure lounged on a rather ornate throne, upon closer inspection you would see the smaller silhouette of a child in a gown sitting atop a coffin, her legs swaying back and forth. Despite the darkness that filled the hollow room, beams of light trickled through the cracks in the windows, revealing it to be day and giving enough of a hint to show the crouched man staring ahead at a giant painting. It seemed far too dark to make out even the slightest vestige of what the art depicted and yet the man gazed fervently.

"How many left?" The voice traced back to the silhouette of the girl, her twin tails swaying as she tilted her head to regard her partner.

"They are closed, each and every Red Door," the larger of the two replied, his tone weary.

"Then why are we still lingering here?" The girl responded except in another's voice, spoken in a callous monotone.

"Because I desire it so and so it shall be!" The hunched figure scoffed while sharply turning to regard the one who spoke with such audacity to one such as he. Even in this darkness his spectacles shimmered an eerie silver, reflecting the light from the fleeting rays of light. His expression eventually became one of shock, highlighted by his raised brow as he gazed upon the hurt that lay hidden behind his partner's face. He couldn't recall a time where he had ever behaved in such a way, at least not with her.

"I apologize little one," the figure returned to his hunched position, a hand shielding his face from the shame. "You should have stayed at A.M.R.O. as I am now....I am nothing more than a mons-"

"Do not presume to tell me where I should be," The girl interrupted, her tone still cold and yet possessing a diminutive quiver. "And do not presume to tell me what you are, you are Angel." The girl concluded, a strange duality present in her tone as she spoke as if two people spoke the same sentence, their voices overlapping each other.

Angel merely responded with a sigh followed by a weary groan as the towering Lost Number stood to face the Chrono, his expression a blank mask followed by a smile. "Ever since you were little you used to climb and sit there and then pretend to be too scared to get down. It took me a considerable time to finally realize it was just your coy way of getting a piggyback. Far too clever. Come now, I am sure Mr. Butler has returned with the panda cub I was intending to surprise you with, it should serve as a less dreary company for the mean time."

As Angel turned to walk away he felt the familiar arms of the tiny little girl that would pretend to cry while sitting on top of his coffin and beam with a bright smile when she would see him walking towards her, his hands often busy with one or the other chores required when raising a child hence always offering his back for the child to cling onto. And so the two made their way through the door leaving it wide open so the light could finally shine on the painting. A tall handsome man standing next to a white haired fragile looking woman with a child of four in their arms.

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Briefing room

By the time Geko and Yin and entered the large room and taken a seat at the enormous round table, it was quite evident they were running a bit tardy.

"I told you the meeting time was 2 pm and not 3,” the woman scoffed at the older of the two."

From her features it was quite easy to place her ethnicity as Asian, leaning towards Chinese which was further stressed upon by her choice of cultural dressing. Her long hair bundled in a bun with a few loose strands shaping her face, an assortment of accessories and brooches adorning her hair. In regards to her clothing, she wore a red Cheongsam dress with gold embroidery that fell to her calves, a slit ensuring comfortable movement along with simple combat boots.

"What are you talking about kiddo, I was the one that said 2 and you said we have an hour so you went off to fix your hair, which if I may say is extremely impractical, it is attractive though." The older of the two replied his tone fluctuating from what began as defensive, then accusing and finally inviting, his leering gaze gifting him a firm kick to the shin.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ying Laofeng and this old pervert is." She seemed to ponder his name until final clasping her hands at the remembrance. "Geko, I would warn the ladies here. He can be a nuisance." Despite Yin's insults, Geko remained silent aside from slight whimpering as he massaged his bruised shin. The old Lost Number appeared well above forty though anyone who had heard of the name Geko knew of his rather legendary status as the longest living Lost Number in A.M.R.O history, a man who had eliminated a Chrono that had bordered on going insane and finally the only Lost Number to operate without being partner to a Chrono, the thirteenth Lost Number.

"At least I ain't no virgin, girl. Never going to find yourself a decent man if you this violent." The old fellow commented, barely looking as the female Lost Number turned crimson and her gaze bordered on shame and murderous intent.

"Ummm this is the briefing room, yes? I was...umm...told to attend....and well...I...umm...this is the place?....I am sorry for being late...I got lost....would it be possible to...umm...start from the beginning? All I know is we are going to find…. someone?" The diminutive looking man that stood before the Asylums and Lost Numbers only seemed to shrink under their gaze.

"We are to locate Ante Mortem," Yin replied in a matter of fact-ly tone.

The frail looking fellow only gazed at the Lost Number, a look of gradual shock spreading as his gaze shifted to the banshees, the experimental team and SenDep. The look of shock turning to horror as he remembered all the rumors. The Banshees: blood crazed lunatics that slaughter at the command of Ante Mortem seeking to summon their Celtic Goddess of death who would become Angel’s bride, SenDep: Survivors of a demon cult that seek to bring ruin under Ante Mortem and resurrect their cult of demon worshippers. And finally the Experimental Team: Asylums that went insane, died and were resurrected by Ante Mortem hence immune to death alchemy such as the Death Drive. They had garnered a title known as the Devil's Horsemen.

"Oh..we are going with ‘them' to locate Ante Mortem?" The frail man replied with a hysterical smile and then vomited over the floor.

”No.” Maeve said flatly, distastefully eyeing the vomit. ”Not just no. Fuck no. I’m not going to go running after Angel and Reri when they’re in a mood like this. Gods only know what they’d try to do to us. In case you’ve forgotten, Kiara and I are the longest team to survive being sent on missions with them, and everyone else in the room represents the second longest teams. They’ve handily killed or injured, either through accidents or intention, everyone else. And you want to send us after them when they’re in a violent ‘leave us alone’ mood, with this guy to back us up? Fuck that, I like living. Send another Chrono team after them.”

Kiara sighed quietly, shaking her head. ”While crude, Maeve brings up a good point. Why are we being sent after them. We’re no stronger than the other teams that failed to retrieve them, and I’m sure Randoul and Terra would be delighted to go get Ante Mortem themselves. We’re just going to end up getting hurt or worse.”

”And that’s exactly the reason why we are being sent after them.” Lawrence set the now solved megaminx puzzle down on the table. He glanced over at the man who had just vomited on the floor. ”Well, that, and” he gestured towards the man.

”We ‘survived’ working alongside Ante Mortem longer than anyone else, and we’ve gained the rumors that come with it. Rumors that, regardless of the scale of truth behind them, have tainted our image amongst A.M.R.O. I think over time, we might start being blamed for things like what happened in Nep-”

”We don’t know that for certain.” Oliva interjected. She sang a melody under her breath and the vomit lifted itself off the ground and flew into the trashcan in the corner of the room. Better there than on the floor.

”It could be because we among anyone else have a closer connection to them. It could also be that they’re wanted back alive, and there’s less of a chance that we would kill them after working, and surviving, with them”.

Lawrence shrugged and picked up his puzzle again. He mixed up the pieces and went back to solving it.

Samad scoffed. He rose from his seat, his palms pressed into the table’s surface and his weight leaned into them. Usually, he rather remained silent in this situation, but his eyes glanced at Cade. It was enough to point out one cold, hard fact they knew existed. His eyes turned to glare at Alistair before he spoke his mind.
“I’m not eager about it either. The last encounter has left some of us in worse condition than others, leaving scars on all of us that I’m certain haven’t fully healed.”

He lowered himself back to this seat and asked the question he had managed the courage for, “Has someone high up in ARMO ordered us on this mission?”

“Yes,” Alistair confirmed in a serious tone.

It seemed the man was almost -if not more- patience as Samad himself. Samad sighed when he glanced once more at Cade. His partner sat at the table looking small as possible. There hadn’t even been a reaction to the discovery they would be going after Ante Mortem.

“Then it’s obvious we don’t really have a choice about accepting, so there’s no point in pretending we do. Unless someone wants to see what happens to Asylums that fight a superior’s decisions… I personally do not.”

He looked at the four others to note their reaction. He doubted they were willing to risk angering someone high on command’s food chain, unless they were stupid.

“The only ones that have a choice in this matter are Laofeng and Geko, the rest of us assigned do not.”

“Why is that you don’t have a choice? You’re an overseer, aren’t you?”

Samad’s voice asked in a suspicious tone, noting a fact that Alistair hadn’t made public yet.

The man inhaled softly then replied in an even tone.

“I see you’ve noticed Zak and me talking,” Alistair continued without waiting for an answer, “Yes, I’m an overseer. However, I’ve decided to join the mission regardless of the danger to ensure the rest of you make it back alive and in a decent condition.”

Alistair looked at Maeve then commented on her backing down from a challenge, “I’ll admit when I read your profile, I didn’t expect your last answer. Of course, reading is much different than actually meeting you in person.”

”I like a fight. I also like living. Reri’s nearly killed us before because she was in a bad mood or throwing a tantrum. I don’t want to find out what her actually trying to murder us would be like.”

He took a sip of coffee nearby before he continued to address each comment in order.

“Ante Mortem’s Reri critically wounded Terra’s partner, the Lost Number Silverfield. He attempted to intercept and prevent them from leaving. Any revival teams have been seriously wounded and barely managed to make it back so I understand your concern.”

”Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.” Maeve muttered, earning an elbow from Kiara.

His words were smoothly linked with genuine empathy when he turned to Olivia and Lawrence.

“ARMO hasn’t any issue with any of you. Someone felt having familiar faces approach the pair would increase chances of success,” He then pointed to Maeve, this time to address something she had said prior.

“As you kindly pointed out, you’re the longest surviving team followed by the rest of you. I’m not a strong believer in outrageous luck, but you all either have it or one of them placed value on your lives. According to Angel’s personality profile, he doesn’t strike me as a Lost Number that wastes his time on people he’s indifferent to. Reri views everyone of lesser power as a bug, while her other side idolizes her older ‘brother’.”

His hand reached for a folder sitting next to him.

“By the way, I’m just as ‘thrilled’ about this as you all are. Especially since I’m missing pieces of the puzzle. I feel you all could fill me in on what happened and explain their behavior, allowing us to remain safe.”

As Maeve descended into quiet sulking, Kiara spoke up. [color=darkgeen]”Since we have no choice in this matter, next question, what’s he doing with us.”[/color] She pointed at the man who had recently vomited, and still looked afraid of them. ”He looks like he’s almost as afraid of us as he is the Ante Mortem.”

“Mr. Andrew Dwight is more of a scientist when it comes to cases and will be assisting in the second part of the assignment.”

Alistair held up the folder then opened it, verbally informing them about the mission.

“If Ante Mortem comes along or not, we’ll be heading to investigate an island town off the coast of England. There’s some odd alchemy readings over the two weeks. Several investigation teams have been sent, but none have returned. Our goal is get in, collect whatever information or samples we can, and leave alive. We are going to be the last team sent in before they decide to remove the possible threat.”

Andrew who by now had stopped heaving stood pale and in silent observation, his downcast gaze stealing peeks at the individual members and ultimately resting on Alistair whom he viewed as the least intimidating and or murderous individual in the room. Overseers were largely viewed as passive bystanders by many and a nuisance by most. They were a loophole in the system which the Chrono Tabion had capitalized on. It is widely understood that A.M.R.O’s politics is governed by the twelve Chronos, each who has dominance over a region in the world, each possessing a personal army as well as the perk known as ‘Parle’. Parle was originally designed as a haven personally belonging to said Chrono and as such all had to respect it. If the parle is ever broken it would bring the wrath of all Chronos upon he who breaks it. The infamous club, Ourosboros is but one of the Parle locations and while there include many others Tabion was the single Chrono who deemed his Overseers as Parle and as such no Asylum, Lost Number or Chrono can kill an Overseer. This single attribute has made the Overseers a nuisance which is heightened only further by their purpose, to monitor the activities of other Chronos and Lost Numbers. The position however is anything but envious as several Overseers tend to find themselves the victim of unforeseen “accidents”.

“I...am..um..an alchemic researcher actually,” Andrew finally replied in a passive whisper. “As Mister Alistair pointed out...umm...there are strange alchemic drive patterns being observed. Normally we would dismiss it….but….but the initial data shows it to be spreading then entering a state of dormancy and then becoming active….so one could surmise...” The Asylum continued, shrinking under the gaze of his audience.

“Basically A.M.R.O fears the minute possibility it could be an Alchemic pandemic,” Yin interrupted while stifling a yawn. Her accent rich with her Chinese heritage.

“Angel isn’t the most reliable fellow,” Geko continued unable to resist a cough, trying to tactfully describe the Silver Reaper was quite the taxing task. “But we can’t dispute his Knowledge or the capabilities of little Reri. Now normally Ante Mortem would not behave the way the did, they avoid unwanted attention.” As Geko spoke his gaze flickered across the team of Asylums present, scrutinizing them as if contemplating the possibility they had a part to play. “We have to assume something happened and to avoid future casualties Yin and I will be accompanying you lot.”

“Really old man?” Yin scoffed, a grin spread across her face. “You were rambling on how this was not what you signed on for, did you change your mind because you realized there are four beautiful women on board?”

“I count three beautiful women and a child, why don’t you grow in the right places then we can add you to that list eh?” The old Lost Number crowed as he turned to face Yin who once again had turned red, whether from embarrassment or anger was debatable.

Andrew on the other hand was now clutching what appeared to be a tribal talisman, one akin to warding evil, while cautiously glancing between Maeve, Kiara, Olivia, Lawrence, Cade and Samad.

“You guys never really answered the Leech?” Yin finally replied, her anger subsiding to a simmering rage and her use of the derogatory term for the Overseers revealing what she thought of them. “What exactly caused Ante Mortem to….leave?”
”Our link disturbance coupled with our month’s stay on the Pods. I believe that Angel was attempting to take Samad and Cade to the void to work some things out, but he ended up bringing Reri, us, and Bean Sidhes into the void with them.”

Lawrence leaned forward in his chair. ”The extra people called to the void must have destabilized it. We each had to face our Red Door to escape, with the exception of Reri. Angel had given her a way out. I lingered to see how Angel faced his Door.”

Lawrence shifted in his seat. ”I wasn’t expecting the number of Doors he had to deal with. Our Doors were either a source of insight, something we already knew, or something scarring.” He glanced between Olivia, Samad, Maeve, and Cade as he spoke.

He looked back at Yin. “I couldn’t imagine what enough doors to surround someone would do to a person like Angel..

Politely, Alistair let the Lost Number and Chrono exchange insults during their conversation. His attention zoned in on Yin’s sudden anger followed by her insisting on the others answering the question. During the insult, he retained a cool and indifferent expression. In fact, it appeared this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for him.

Samad looked away from Lawrence when the elder man mentioned them. His arms crossed over his chest while he settled back into his chair, his legs straighten out underneath the table.

“Nothing good. We all have our own demons we rather forget and I’m sure he has a ton in his closet. It does explain what caused Ante Mortem’s bizarre behavior. This has become much more difficult than I wanted it to be,” Alistair sighed then projected his thoughts to Samad in private.

“I suppose you’re not going to share why Angel took it onto himself to take you both into the void?”

Samad just glared at him. That was an obvious no from him. It was the answer Alistair expected and simply took a breath, “I thought not, but I was hoping your profile might’ve been exaggerated Samad.”

“If any of you have additional questions, now is the time to ask them. Afterward, we’ll be heading out.”

The silence in the room seemed to say enough, all the Asylums knew what needed doing regardless of their opinions. A chaotic alchemic drive had been observed emanating from a village, the alchemic energy behaving in a manner akin to a virus and or epidemic. That alone was reason enough to realize the importance of this mission. Once an alchemic epidemic spreads and becomes fully active, the only means of stopping it via destroying every last source of it. Geko knew all this and also knew why they were ordered to find Ante Mortem. Reri’s destructive capabilities were widely known, almost as much as the horde of knowledge at Angel’s disposal.

“Well I suppose we might as well get going, porting to London will be taxing so I hope you lovely ladies haven’t eaten anything,” The oldest of the Lost Numbers chuckled as he casually walked up to Alistair’s earshot.

“I am assuming Angel has never shared the void with you, there are few who have seen it.” The man spoke, his gaze far off as if in recollection of an event. “He once told me that the mind is often synonymous to the soul and they are all indirectly connected via the void. He said that the Void is endless possibility for it represents the soul and or mind’s potential. It is all very confusing but I know Angel disliked going there and he never stayed there for long. We need to be careful, especially of Reri…..” With that Geko dropped his serious demeanour and quickly joined Kiara, Maeve and Olivia as they headed to the Teleportation Circle. “So ladies who wants to know the secret behind my handsome looks?”

Alistair said nothing. His eyes shifted to follow Geko, declining to show his surprise at the more friendly interaction. Already he had collected enough data for rough personality sketches of each individual. Enough to make this mission easier for all of them, including who to avoid. Silently he followed the group heading to the Teleportation Circle.

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Bumpity bump.

Looking for two players or so.

-closed-

Bump, a few more spots have opened up for chapter 3.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

@Rtron I know you are there <.<

Don't make me create potential lesbian partners for Maeve to lure you in damn it!

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Sums up your average day working for A.M.R.O =p