an unlikely meetup (cas/alex rp)
“A-Ah…" the albino chap uncertainly sighed… He was in a dilemma, but he could only rub the back of his head and smile to ease the anxiety. He opened his eyes and peeked around to the barren landscape. Emore was hidden inside of a gathering of trees where hopefully no one could see him… Good, no one there. This is good because the man’s pure white body was completely bare as he was changing into his fighting suit, which enhanced his mind and fighting abilities. This man was named Emore Marc, an albino-type immortal who was on a mission. Emore is on a top private mission to find anything in relation to Jance - king of the immortals who is cursing mortals with never ending, miserable lives. And Emore has a time limit, for he himself was cursed to die. Nevertheless, Emore pushed himself, and he has found himself here - a distant land with a castle. The castle had circuitry, an amusing sight. In his hundreds of years of life, Emore has never seen a castle like this. Humans have certainly evolved, if they’re placing technology on a sight as grand and old as a castle. It is extremely beautiful to Emore, but he knew why he was here. Emore zipped up his skin-tight suit with its own technological twist - buttons, screens, and protective padding. It was designed to make Emore a better fighter in his mission to stop Jance once and for all. Finally, the added touch. Emore put on his helmet which also concealed his identity from any onlookers. He knew that his face has been around for hundreds of years, and anybody who knows it could mean trouble. Emore felt the surge of energy he felt upon beginning missions. Biting his pale, tan-tinted lips, he left the safety of the tree gathering. Hand upon a knife, he advanced towards the fanciful technological fortress.
A twisted castle, chaos's throne. That was the home of Viral. Once a man, and once a virus, two now melded into one chaotic being that was of neither. A real...chaotic mess. A smirk curved across blackened lips, parting to reveal broken teeth. Some metal, some still bone. A bloody mess, was he. Care? He did not. A laugh escaped him, echoing in the black throne room, which illuminated blue with his amusement. The outside glow of the castle changed to blue, the color Viral associated with his amusement. A monitor was descended in front of him, the castle warning him of an incoming visitor. Viral's amusement changed to a curiosity. The glow changed to yellow, the color he associated with curiosity. "It appears I have a guest." Viral's sharpened metal fingers of his right hand drummed on the arm rest of the twisted black metal throne. What to do, what to do.
Viral reached out with his left hand, which was much more human and flicked across the screen, granting him the better view he sought. The technologically imbued man leaned back, stroking his chin with his left hand. What to do indeed. A sickly grin crossed his face. "I shall entertain today, yes indeed I shall." he stood up, flicking out his tattered coat behind him as he pushed the monitor out of his way and descended the steps from his throne. His footsteps echoed in the empty throne room. A blue glow was cast upon him in the otherwise pitch black room. He threw open the doors to the corridor. "Initiate Protocol 27. We will provide entertainment for our most beloved guest!" he yelled out, pausing and grinning as his voice echoed back at him. Ah, indeed he felt like entertaining. He had not in so long. And none of the staff had been killed yet, so he had no need for a new body to imbue with technology to become yet another servant. He turned and made his way down the hall as behind him the large doors to the throne room shut with an ominous bang that echoed through the halls, much like his laughter
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Outside the castle one of the elder servants stood, in a tattered outfit stitched together horridly to resemble that of a butler. There was skin on his face, but it was rotting and falling away to show muscle and bits of circuitry. He was a mess, hair falling out of his head, one eye robotic, one human. His sclera was near full red, presumably from blood. He looked as though he had been tortured, but nothing about him presented the fact that he was aware. In fact he seemed highly complacent. Such would be the observations available to Emore to make upon reaching the castle. Upon noticing the approach, the butler would speak.
"Ho, my guest! You have reached my Lord's castle and he wishes to entertain you." the butler bowed. "I am Elder Seven. I will be your guide through my Lord's castle." his voice was robotic, monotone. "Please, follow me. Do not stray from behind me. My Lord would not like that." with that he was off at a good pace, not even checking to see if he was followed, simply assuming it would be done.
