Searching for an old "Friend" (Simon)

[mal]

:: After my meeting with Carmella. A weird urge to look up an old face from my first time in New York overtook me. Not really knowing why I started the search for the man who had a small influence on the beginning time of my career. A man who wasn't himself when he first meet me. A man who I still had conflicting feelings toward. I know he was under the control of some Demonic force at the time as was I, but I had full recognition of some of the atrocities that I had committed. i just had to know what he was actually like and if he even remembered me. My long search had lead me to my current location of some large training facility that was owned by xwa. after a while of searching the large facility I finally had my target in sight. I doubted he would remember me but I had to try. Walking up behind him I speak up and left my deep dark sounding voice split the relative quiet of the almost deserted gym. ::

Simon...how has the mortal life treated you?

[simon]

The voice behind him was unmistakable. He turns around and responds.

Depends on how you look at things. Some would say this life is worth nothing. That it's just a countdown until death takes hold of you. I say otherwise. I've got a few thing I need to tend to before I die, and I'll be damned if anything gets in my way before reaching that goal.

[mal]

:: The not so pleasant surprise that he remembered me hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't know how much he did remember but I would soon find out. ::

So, Simon. How much of that time do you remember?

[simon]

Hmmmph, all of it. I knew exactly what I was doing. Stopping myself was the problem. And having to live with the guilt of the blood on my hands. My own personal hell. But I've never been one to give up, in anything I do. Especially since I know there are those who would rather see me dead. Men like this Vasily Rasputin. He's a dangerous man. There's a darkness to him that's almost cerebral, the worst kind. He's set his sights on trying to match what I once was, so it's my duty to show him otherwise. From there, who knows what else will come to pass. So I continue on, day by day until I'm called into the void...

[mal]

:: So...he remembered everything that happened...that was somewhat of a surprise...but somewhat not. Thats the way it was for me as well. But unlike him I could have stopped my self I just chose not to. But looking back I wish I would have stayed by his side...and been loyal. As Simon gets to the part about this Rasputin character My interest peaks. From the sound of it He was very much like I was at one point, craving the the seductive power that the darkness provided. I still wanted that power...and it probably shown on my face to someone like Simon. ::

He sounds like a real "ANGEL"

:: As the last part of the sentence comes out of my mouth I put a heavy accent of Sarcasm in my voice. ::

[simon]

An angel is the last thing I'd associate him with. He comes from a dark place. A place dare I say I at one time tried to reach. The worst kind of evil is, is controlled evil. A man who does what he does, not because he must...but because he can. That's what Rasputin is. A blood lusting sociapath, who appears bent on me for some reason. Why? I might just have to beat it out of him to find out.

[mal]

"A blood lusting sociopath...nothing I haven't seen before. I could probably handle this guy, besides being a sociopath he don't sound that tough.