[The letter he had received, and the invitation for an alliance between them, a mutual meeting of interests, it had contained—were intriguing, Angra had finally decided. It held enough potential that he was fine with discussing it as suggested. Barring that mess with Archer, he had avoided any damage from the current events and so, nothing hampered him from attending the meeting Naoya had requested he come to.
His approach was once again in spiritual mode, mainly assumed out of a habitual wariness of an ambush, shoeless feet silent as they brushed over cold, barren stone. This is a floor of all hard, polished edges and annoyingly bright lights. A good place for games, was his idle thought, fountains of gore and death.
Angra slips into visibility a length of a couple feet away from Naoya, calling out a greeting into the otherwise silent, empty room.] Hey, didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?
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His approach was once again in spiritual mode, mainly assumed out of a habitual wariness of an ambush, shoeless feet silent as they brushed over cold, barren stone. This is a floor of all hard, polished edges and annoyingly bright lights. A good place for games, was his idle thought, fountains of gore and death.
Angra slips into visibility a length of a couple feet away from Naoya, calling out a greeting into the otherwise silent, empty room.] Hey, didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?