Strange Meetings [Training - Open]

[Aramis]

Aramis whistled a jaunty tune as he headed back to East City, curious despite himself. He had been trapped in bottle here about four hundred years ago.

Once he saw what had once been his jail he whistled appreciatively.

Well this was a sight. Just one long row of destruction. Houses knocked and flattened never to be raised again, giant edifices crumbling, the stench of rot and sewage and ash and smoke. Humanity, burnt out and burnt down. Almost poetic, in a suitably ironic way. Aramis smiled. So this was why humans adored justice so. He could get used to the feeling.

Mmm, and the pain. So rich, so concentrated! It was almost depraved how much nutrition he could get from this one place alone. Maybe he'd set his roots down and never leave. Who cared about Hypnos? Here was where the action was at.

As he actually entered the place he began to feel bloated, feeding voraciously on the pain and suffering. Not that he'd stop, oh no. Such an exquisite buffet!

Oh how fun the Earth had become since it was conquered. How marvelous! And look, the the stench of hope, what was this? Why, it looked like some foolish group of humans were trying to build an orphanage! Perhaps he should help them. Sabotage them. Something.

It'd be fun, after all.