Fandaniel (Amon)

Loud.

remotely.

Especially since they are not where they /should/ be, it shouldn't be difficult to pose simple questions to them about why they are not where they should be.

into whatever situation demands, and we can go from there. Or... no. That would not work.

Amon, I would like for you to keep an eye on things there, remain hidden as much as able. I assume you are capable of such a feat with little trouble. In the mean time, I will attempt communication+

We need to be strategic. Especially if Sanson is involved. He can be quite....emotionally volatile if given the chance from observations and second hand information I've garnered.

[He's gone silent to ponder again.]

Likely not. However, perhaps you or I could somehow ingratiate ourselves+

it was gone.]

Nothing else, then? Very well. I will do all in my power to ensure their safety and yours, over mine.

[Perhaps when they were finally dead he could do something useful.]

grimaced. Maybe this is what his test subjects had felt like back in Allag.

He never considered.

Never cared for more than the split second the thought crossed his mind. Oh. Oh he did not like this.

Yet that thought quickly vanished as pain lanced through his skull. Just as quickly,+

[His eye twitched at the new feelings being instilled into him. He did not overly care for his will and feelings being messed with, but he was in /no/ position to fuss over it.

And so, he sighed, stretching his arms to ignore the feeling, to ignore being in such a state of being. He+

[silence again. Longer this time. The crashing had stopped, for a mercy.]

Termination proposal rejected and redirected to the clones.

[He dragged his hand down his face, staring at a monitor within the lab.]

I assume you know more, you will tell me all.

[There's an uncomfortably long pause. Silence on the other end of the line. A quiet rage building, and then... shouting]

And you elected not to MENTION THAT FIRST? HOW STUPID AND DENSE ARE YOU, AMON?

[Silence again, then crashing could be heard as Amon went through his lab]

WHERE. DID. THEY. GO.

Strange. To what end I wonder. The assistants are not one to allow force when it comes to doing things.

[he’s quiet, thinking]

I am in agreement to watch this unfold for now, they could be plotting to do something malicious to the Warrior of Light.

Regrettable that it must come to this. I am, this cannot be allowed to continue.

Spoilsport.

[Long, drawn out sigh]

Dreadful. Are we moving for termination?

Hoho, to what do I own the pleasure? I’ll have you know I am excruciatingly busy, many irons in the fire and all that.

[He opened a rift for them, then gestured to it]

Since you wish to build your own, with your own designs, you will have to take quite a large step in getting your own hands dirty. I do hope you like manual labor.

[He smiled, then quickly stepped into the portal]

This is Garlean technology, with only a modicum of Allagan aetherology. Zenos had a heavy hand in its design, and it was the Garleans who built it.

Think of it as learning from them, while I am merely your guide.

How noble.

[He considers, thinking for a long moment.]

Very well, I will teach you the mechanics of this teleporter. Come, you are far better suited to learning in the workshop than you are here.

Ah-ah. Not so fast.

[he wagged his finger at them.]

What are you plotting?

I am thrilled, however if you wished to understand the workings of this teleporter, surely you could have asked to see the plans for it?

No. He suffered no ill effects, just as the rest of the Garleans who have since used the teleporter.

[He stares at them]

Izumi.

The seal was successfully broken on the moon itself. This was merely the device used to get myself and Zenos to the moon.

[He watched, eyes squinting as Izumi messed with the controls.]

>Very well.

[It's not long before he's gathered up some things and arriving in Garlemald.]

[staring at his tome like it bit him on the ass]

>What, and where is it?

Well, now, this should be interesting...

"Threatening us with a good time, are you?"

He smiles, getting onto the bed to begin undressing for the extraction of Izumi's excess aether.

"No pressure, right?"

"We really do not have the time to debate if it is morally correct or wrong to engage in intercourse while in the headquarters of the people you once tried to actively murder, maim, and otherwise hurt."

Amon leveled a stare at Asahi, then at Izumi.

He didn't take Asahi's hand, but he did nod in agreement with him. He was more preoccupied with Izumi and their condition than wanting to hold hands.

"Since Asahi does not wish to draw your blood, and I am disinclined to wait a 'few weeks' for you to draw the circle, we have no alternative."

find quite amusing, entails Asahi and I sucking the aether out of you like little vampires~" He wiggled his fingers for fun, leaning in as his tone switched smoothly from clinical to flirty and silly.

He even bared his teeth, all of them too blunt to do any real damage other than leaving marks.

"You know that if that were true, I would not be here, and neither would Asahi." He had implied the update to his 'terms' Izumi set for him some time ago.

He glanced down at Asahi, helping him back up onto the bed with Izumi. "As a matter of fact, I have a few ideas. One of which, I'm sure you'll+

Asahi to press his hand against Izumi’s forehead.

“Rest is what you need, that much is plain. Perhaps an alleviation of whatever it is that ails you is in order after you rest, mm?”

“Your actions and deeds speak louder than words, more often than not, dear Izumi.” His voice was low and quiet as he teleported into the room.

“I did not want to spoil the surprise by outright telling you that I no longer have disdain and contempt for you.”

He knelt by the bed, reaching over+