"I always have plenty of things to share with my friends..."

[deathwarder]

Date & Time: Wednesday evening (forward dated)
Location: DEATHWING'S LAIR OF WICKED VILLAINY Prestor's lair of pimpin' awesome, also known as his room
Characters: the flawless Lord Prestor and the not so flawless Adam Jensen
Summary: A meeting of the minds and a "sharing of wisdom". Also known as feeling each other out. No, not that kind of feeling.
Warnings: This is probably going to get really creepy really fast, but nothing for now. Will update accordingly. Violence, gore, nightmares, and overall creepiness. Cthulu, eat your heart out.

[ Prestor stares down at the warm mug of murky brown tea in his hands, and waits.

There was something to be said for gaining allies in this strange world, this realm alien to Azeroth. Power he possessed in abundance, but even Death couldn't have eyes everywhere. And now, it seemed, there were suspicious eyes cast upon him from this man, from this Adam Jensen he'd done extensive research on, network availability permitting. Too many questions, too many implications in his words. Too many loose ends, as it stood.

It remained to be seen if he would be of any use. Everyone has a use. A purpose. But if not, he would meet the fate of all other loose ends—tied off and discarded for the annoyances they were.

He doesn't doubt the message has reached Adam by now, the requested meeting time and place. Now, all that was left to do was sit. And wait. And scheme.

After tens of thousands of years of doing the same, it was something that only came naturally. ]

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[neveraskedforthis]

[ Yes, he's gotten the invitation. Yes, he'll follow it despite knowing that this guy is probably bad news. No, he won't be very punctual. In fact, he'll be intentionally late, if only to not come off as too obvious/eager and teach his lordship a lesson in patience.

Oh, and to be a jackass. Like usual.

Despite that, he hasn't had much time to set his hacking device to work at some private conversations, and it would be unwise to do so before he's talked to him. If he gets detected and his hacking attempts are traced back to him, he'd screw himself over. Adam's fairly confident in himself, but even so he knows what he's capable of--and technology can be fickle, his hacking device, as advanced as it is, being no exception.

Whatever. Time to go and see what this is all about. No doubt the guy is looking to make allies, and Adam's gonna be doing his best to seem at least somewhat trustworthy and easily swayed. Having mastered the art of pokerfacing and smooth talking, at least that part shouldn't be too hard.

Truth be told, when he arrives at the transport apartment building, he's a little surprised he's even still staying here... Adam himself moved out as soon as he could--a few days after his arrival--, in dire need of some privacy and distance.

In hindsight, he probably should have insisted on a meeting place that was more public. Then again, if worse comes to worse, that probably wouldn't make much a difference.

After knocking twice, it's his turn to wait. ]