Ω Empire International Ω (bankrupted)
@alexander_apex: I should blow this place up.
@kai_aurelius: Thanks
You should rock this Aquaman look lol
Waka flocka's cousin Aqua Flacka Rain.
@arquitenens: lol Zaubs you never fail to amuse me.
Waka flocka's cousin Aqua Flacka Rain.
Ha! Never noticed that till you said some'n
His broad shoulders symbolically cast a silhouette of unmitigated power. The aggrandized apex, arms folded stretching the designer fabric of his tailored suit to the brink, gazed out the 120th floor window from the executive office of Empire Int'l. "And where is he now?"he gruffly questioned. "He's currently waiting arraignment at Gothic's downtown precinct. Last tally had him at 20 felony counts. And rising. Sir, its my professional opinion that you break away from your present course of action."His assistant, slender to the point of emaciation, paused in order to adjust his bold frame glasses. Hands occupied with an illuminated clip board. Projecting a real time holographic image of Sabriel Knightfall. As he paced back and forth around the confines of his solitary cell. "Numbers show that current public opinion in correlation with your reputation, are.....unstable at best. There's no way of telling whether or not this idea of yours will backfire. Dox..." The mere mention of the internet sensation of counter-cultural intrigue had drawn a swift, and aggravated glance back over the aforementioned mentioned shoulder. "Excuse me sir but it needs to be stated. Since the emergence of this cybernetic ninja every action taken by those with powers has exponentially exploded underneath a public microscope."
Slowly and with stylish harmony, Alexander turned and folded an arm behind his back. While firmly crafting a fist with the other. "I swear Percy, on all that I have created. I will search out and destroy all the creator holds most dear. Starting with his bastard."
His broad shoulders symbolically cast a silhouette of unmitigated power. The aggrandized apex, arms folded stretching the designer fabric of his tailored suit to the brink, gazed out the 120th floor window from the executive office of Empire Int'l. "And where is he now?"he gruffly questioned. "He's currently waiting arraignment at Gothic's downtown precinct. Last tally had him at 20 felony counts. And rising. Sir, its my professional opinion that you break away from your present course of action."His assistant, slender to the point of emaciation, paused in order to adjust his bold frame glasses. Hands occupied with an illuminated clip board. Projecting a real time holographic image of Sabriel Knightfall. As he paced back and forth around the confines of his solitary cell. "Numbers show that current public opinion in correlation with your reputation, are.....unstable at best. There's no way of telling whether or not this idea of yours will backfire. Dox..." The mere mention of the internet sensation of counter-cultural intrigue had drawn a swift, and aggravated glance back over the aforementioned mentioned shoulder. "Excuse me sir but it needs to be stated. Since the emergence of this cybernetic ninja every action taken by those with powers has exponentially exploded underneath a public microscope."
Slowly and with stylish harmony, Alexander turned and folded an arm behind his back. While firmly crafting a fist with the other. "I swear Percy, on all that I have created. I will search out and destroy all the creator holds most dear. Starting with his bastard."
Seems we have a common goal.
Wait wait wait, who's Quintus's bastard? Sabriel?
Yeah
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