Michael was sat on the wall in front of Cross' house, arms resting on his knees, as he waited for his ride to show up. He never expected this to happen, but truth be told, he was curious about this Zechs guy - especially since he happened to be Tyki's fiancé - and this looked like the best way to get information.
Heh. And yeah, he had his knives on him.
Heh. And yeah, he had his knives on him.
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Date: 2009-06-05 05:25 am (UTC)From:Interesting. An average machine head, or something more? Zechs shifted again, and the car lurched with additional speed as it began to transition between two realities.
If Zechs considered Michael one of the enemy - and the jury was out on that - getting to know him was one of the wiser moves he could make. In his opinion, the more intelligence one could gather, the better he would be. And, unlike an individual such as Cross, he hadn't yet gotten the urge to strangle Michael with his own hair ... though, indeed, the night was still young.
They had arrived in a busy Austrian metropolis, still within the year 2009, but within quite a different reality. Zechs was growing quite familiar with Dark Mousey's world.