[Log] Clash of Titans

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Characters: Famfrit, Rufus, Adrammelech
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Famfrit wants the stone Rufus is in possession of, Rufus is having none of it. In the middle of their clash of wills, something wakes.
Location: Rufus's estate, Lindblum Theater district
Date: Forward dated to several hours after Rufus is aware of Tseng's arrival. (Thus a good 2-3 days from now)
Warnings: Violence, language, possible gore, will lock afterward if so.



Leaving the Fang to guard the foyer of the estate since there were no Turks currently present to tend to that task, Rufus settled into the chair behind the desk he'd chosen to work behind for the time being. He had plans to consider and work on and details which needed to be gone over once again to make certain that his plans would succeed, even if a certain foul-mouthed pilot tried to interfere with them via bad mouthing him.

And there was the small addition of new-promised power to take into consideration, as well as just how to properly access and use it. Just grabbing it outright was tempting but while rising to power quickly was pleasant to think of, he knew that such a thing would just lead to an even quicker downfall. Best to take ones time and proceed cautiously as one could in obtaining such a position. Let it be to late for anyone to sabotage his ascent and there would be nothing they could do about it but watch.

As for the fool threatening to remove the so-called "holy stone" from his possession, Rufus would deal with him should the man show his face. Let him face the Fang, four Turks as well as himself and he would quickly wish he'd left well enough alone. Even without his Turks, he was not to be underestimated; he could damn well defend himself without them. If things did get too heated, he thought himself perfectly able to inflict some kind of handicap on anyone foolish enough to attack him so that he could put distance between them and himself long enough for him to call in one or more of his Turks.

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Patience? Who needs patience?

Only a mere hume is required to have patience for their bodies are too feeble to produce what they desire. However, a Lucavi has no need for such a virtue for they are not weak or feeble. This was Famfrit's logic as he strolled towards the elaborate mansion ahead. It was the dead of night, not a single mouse stirred on these desolate cobblestone streets. Many of the citizens of Lindblum were too faint of heart to brave the nights anymore. They feared the unknown, they feared the darkness. After the Sorceress' brutal reign, many of Lindblum citizens found themselves within feverish paranoia. All the better for this ardent criminal as he stalked the streets like a panther on the prowl.

Blanketed by the towering shadows, Dr. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa made his grand entrance. This estate was once home to the Marquis of Bhujerba, but he has long vacated from this estate to spend his days at Sky Sea. Little did the Marquis realize that he left one of the sacred stones behind. Grinning to himself as he approached the main entrance of the lavish mansion, the doctor's haggard facade literally fazed through the door like a mere ghost. Famfrit was a being of despair and insanity, but his magick was second to none. It may have been flashier to simply break down the doors with his power, but Famfrit is no brute.

Whistling softly to himself he meandered along the dark foyers, the demon came to a halt once the Stone of Aquarius began to glow. "" He muttered softly. "" While he truly possessed no fondness for the Wroth, he knew that he could not succeed in his mission without. The twelve of them were now down to eleven, all thanks to those heroic fools who killed their brethren. In a bold attempt to gather the stones, Famfrit hoped to find a suitable host for the Wroth and others.