re·venge; the action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for a wrong suffered at their hands

[crouching_sin]

Characters: Naoya and Avenger
Setting: Floor 50, Tuesday at 6 P.M.
Format: Whichever works for you!
Summary: Naoya has a proposal for Avenger that will benefit them both.
Warnings: Both of them being their creepy selves?


[He'd set the gears in motion. With everything that had happened, with the trip to the administrative levels, with people being altered, with Asako breaking down, with him breaking down...]

[He needed help. Not in the traditional way. He didn't need anything like a listening ear, or a hand on his shoulder - he needed allies. Ones he could trust. And there was one free agent he could bind in such a way... at least, according to what that agent told him.]

[So he'd sent a letter to Avenger, and now leaned against the stone of the arena, waiting for the Servant to arrive.]

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[destructiveprinciple]

[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?