Madness? Present! [Closed]

[OMEGA]

Centaurea. Here was a place that had its share of sad and depressing history. The memories of people considered heroes by the general population and the World Government, though mostly the latter, were put on stone here. People who had done their part in history, and people whose lives will live on in memory. Death was never really the passing of life. That was the literal meaning, but that was not the meaning that Omega believed in, no. The Cyborg thought someone's death, to be the time where his part in history has been completely forgotten, where not a single heart nor mind ever knows his name, or even his existence. To be lost in the river of time. That was true death.

The Cyborg stopped in his tracks, as he raised his right hand. Pressing his index finger against the center of his shades, he pushed it higher up his nose bridge, the sun's rays reflecting off its lenses. He let out a soft scoff, as his glimmering red eyes peered through his shades, down onto the prone figure of his mark. And then, he placed both of his hands before him. Clenching both of them, he allowed the leather of his gloves to screech as they were stretched, before releasing them. This was a fun chase, but his mark was a little bit too slow.

And he had caught up easy enough.

He bent down, picking the back of the man's collar with his right hand, lifting up his lifeless body. It was a small bounty, but Omega had found himself rather bored as of late. No interesting marks, no orders from the Dragons, no developments to be aware of. So, Omega decided to dig deeper into the bounty book, and simply went after the closest bounty to him.

It was minimal, insignificant, but it did provide entertainment where Omega had none. And out of the house, Omega dragged the corpse out of, obviously not one for being subtle when it came to hunting. Still dragging the man with his right hand, he reached into his overcoat with his left, pulling out his bounty book. Now, where was he supposed to claim this man's prize again?

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[OMEGA]

It took just two steps for the Cyborg to realise that he was not alone within the immediate area. He would halt in his tracks, his boots digging into the soil to allow such a reaction as he slowly raised his chin. Who could it be, he wondered? Could it be a strangler, a lost wanderer, who had accidentally stumbled upon Omega's hunt? If so, then the man would truly be unfortunate. Omage cared little about collateral damage. Anyone and everyone, both enemies and allies, were seen as expendable. And Omega would carry no qualm in killing a passer-by if it offered him entertainment in this otherwise mundane day.

He turned his head slowly, his mechanical eyes peering through the lenses of his black shades and coming upon a rather familiar individual. Arthur S. Xanthias, the man known as the Dragon of the Frozen Lotus. One of the nine dragons and evidently someone who was as the mediator of the council. True, everyone within the Nine Dragons held an equal share of influence and power, but this man was a bit different. Omega could care little, of course. The Nine Dragons was no ultimate power.

It was a mere stepping stone.

He allowed a wide smirk to come upon his matured face, as he turned on the heels of his boots to face the man. He dropped his bounty, the man's corpse coming upon the dirt ground with a soft thud, kicking up a soft cloud of dirt and dust. Placing both hands in front of him, he proceeded to rub his left wrist with his gloved right hand, as he tilted his head softly, the sun's light reflecting off his shades.

And then, with a voice ever so charming and alluring, yet at the same time menacing and deceptive, he spoke.

"Well, look who it is. The one and only Frozen Lotus. Fancy meeting one such as you here."

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[OMEGA]

As always, and as expected, the man stayed silent, never saying a word, not even the softest of whispers. Not a single reaction. Nothing. And as always, Omega found it both infuriating and amusing. Infuriating in the fact that he had failed to receive the desired reaction from the man. Amused in the fact that he had actually failed to receive the said desired reaction. Arthur was simply an enigma that intrigued Omega to no end, and the Cyborg certainly had dreams of tearing the man's mental willpower apart. All that silence, all that strength, all that self-control.

Yes, Omega dreamed of the day he made Arthur weep and cry for mercy.

The other Dragon would proceed to jerk his head towards the direction of town, and Omega would scoff, allowing a wide smirk to come upon his face. He bent his knees, hand reaching forward to grab onto the bounty's collar, and once again, picking him up from the floor. Without another word, Omega continued on, dragging the lifeless body across the dirt path, the wounds the man had received being sealed in rock and dirt.

Whether it was fortunate or not was unknown, but it seemed that the pair were headed towards the same direction. Omega initially figured that Arthur simply sought to watch Omega at work, but thinking back on the times that the two had spent together, he doubted it was even close to that.

"These small fries are boring. When is someone exciting going to come along, hmm?"

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[OMEGA]

"You are aware of the upcoming meeting. There has been no development requiring any rushed action recently."

Of course Omega was aware of the upcoming meeting. He may not be the most disciplined among the Dragons, but he considered himself the smartest among all of them. And with good reason. All these time, the other Dragons saw Omega as a wild card, someone who carried more brawn than brains, and simply hunted for the sheer pleasure of it. But no, that was not all he was. Omega was more than that. He was a genius. He was magnificent. He was God. And he is the end of everything. The Marines. World Governments. Pirates. He was Omega, in the literal sense.

And the only informant these Dragons had of Omega's true motives was time. Unfortunately for them, time was never one to reveal things until their designated timings. At the moment, every single one of the Dragons was simply being played around in Omega's hands, like chess pieces in a game against life. And Omega sought to win.

He was a man of great ambition, and of great intellect. He knew that he was but at the first stepping stone of his progress to success. He had to wait. That was the best thing he could do, really. Wait, and slowly put the pieces together. He had time. Being a cyborg, aging was far from Omega's concerns. He was, in his own mind, immortal.

"And I'm stuck here hunting small game until they arrive. Ah, the cruelty of life." Omega replied with a rather sly and sarcastic tone, that grin never once fading away from his wrinkled face. It was not long before they arrived in town, and those that were present would pay witness to the pair. And their reactions were but simple entertainment for Omega, cheap thrills.

They cleared away, leaving a path for the two Hunters to follow.

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[OMEGA]

The fear that they were being fed, or to be more precise, Omega was being fed, was greatly satisfying to the cyborg. He relished in this moment, the self-obsessed bounty hunter feeling the superiority he had over the normal citizens. His smirk only widened, a soft scoff escaping his lips. A faint and distant trail of blood was left in his wake, the skin of his mark having being torn from the rough edges of the pieces of rock that lay hidden within the dirt in their path. It did not take long for the pair to reach the government building, and Omega would step up. Reaching forward with his left hand, he pushed the door open with a casual shove.

And into the building he paced, still dragging his mark behind him as he reached into the inner pocket of his overcoat. Pulling out the bounty book he carried, he walked over to the two surprised security guards that stood there, their eyes wide and their hands twitching, as if ready to pull their weapons out at any time. That was when Omega reached forward with his left hand, his middle finger inserted into the book, holding it open to a particular page.

The man's bounty.

Omega merely smirked. "Here you go, boys~ Another scum to bury." He cooed, before swinging his right arm forward, the corpse soaring through the air slightly, before falling upon the two men's feet, his whole back and legs covered in bloody sand. Omega then closed the book, replacing it into his pocket as he crossed his arms, leaning on one foot. The two guards looked at each other, and then at Omega. Moving quickly, the one on the right turned around, moving to a nearby table.

He did not take long, for he returned soon enough with a pouch, tossing it over to Omega. The cyborg was quick to catch it, holding it within the palm of his right hand. He gave it a tight squeeze, feeling its contents, before giving a satisfied laugh. "Pleasure doing business with you."

And with that, he turned, leaving the building. Another mark done, and he just earned enough money to last him for a few days. It was boring, but hell, it was work. He noticed Arthur still standing there as he left the building, however, and simply gave an amused smirk.

"Oh? Were you waiting for me? My, I'm touched."

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[OMEGA]

And though he was met with silence, all Omega reacted with was a hearty laugh. While others of his, well, 'stereotype' would have lost their temper already, Omega was wise enough to keep his calm. Though he was allowed his entertainment, he knew that his position in the Dragons was nonetheless crucial, and attacking a fellow Dragon would only serve to remove him from its rosters. That, itself, was not the best choice of action for the cyborg. The man allowed his laughter to die down, leaving in its wake a wide satisfied smirk. Whatever warmth and hospitability his smile seemed to offer, his all-black attire only made it look sinister.

Behind the blue-haired male, he followed, his boots making thuds with every step, destroying whatever silence Arthur attempted to create with his own steps. The leather of his attire squeaked with every sway of his body. Not a single strand of his gelled hair moved from its place, the static that ran through them only adding to its firmness. His mechanical eyes peered through the shades of his sunglasses, his head turning with every roll of his eyes.

If he was going to be glancing upon a civilian, he wanted to make sure that the man knew Omega's eyes were on him.

Cheap thrills. Hah.

It did not take long for the two bounty hunters to arrive upon the tea house. Despite his crude and brutal behaviour, Omega was far from uncivilised. He was no caveman. He was a cyborg. An advanced humanoid. He knew how to live the grand life as well. As he sat down on the seat opposite Arthur, he allowed his bottom to slide slightly down the seat. His back would lean hard against the chair, his left leg coming up, resting its ankle atop his right thigh. He rested his left hand on the table, fingers tapping against the wooden platform, his right arm simply placed upon his lap, palm cupped over his left shin.

And there, he sat, that arrogant smile never leaving his face as he stared at Arthur, allowing the blue-haired male to take the lead. For now.

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[OMEGA]

Omega watched then as a female hostess arrived, asking for their order. The cyborg would raise an eyebrow, then, for what he noticed was that the girl's attention was entirely on Arthur. His finger twitched. Oh, what fun it would be to punch her nose in, before stuffing every single one of her teeth into her eye sockets. That smirk on Omega turned into a feral smile. Hungry. Lustful. And even more so when the girl blushed as Arthur replied. Hah, such charm. Such usefulness. He wondered how long it would take, until Arthur chose to bow to him. That would be a wondrous sight, wouldn't it? Oh, what was this?

A case of deja vu?

Amused, Omega laughed. Not at the girl as she ran off, but at his own thoughts. He died soon after, though, before glancing over his shoulder, at the girl. With a deadpan expression, he raised his right hand, index finger sticking out and pointing at Arthur. Omega was slow to anger, but he would not tolerate disrespect either.

"Oi. Girl. I'll have what he's having."

He called out, and the girl would turn back. She blinked, before nodding her head profusely, the glare behind Omega's expression, even through the sunglasses, giving the clear message. And as soon as she turned away, Omega sneered once again, before turning to Arthur. He tilted his head slightly, before opening his mouth.

"Has the other Dragons mentioned when they would arrive?"

[ARTHUR S. XANTHIAS]

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[OMEGA]

"You can never tell. Hollywood is in South Blue now. The others have yet to move."

And despite the expression upon his face failing to change, Omega nonetheless displayed disdain for the announcement through the twitch of a finger. Hollywood. Among all the Dragons in existence, none served to be more of a bother, than that bird-nest-headed man. That pest of a long-leg. Every meeting that the two has had thus far had ended with Omega walking away with a sour taste in his mouth. If it had not been for the man's status as a Dragon, Omega would have wished nothing more than to leave him in a ditch, both knees twisted, snapped and removed.

"... That's unfortunate." Omega replied, slightly raising his chin, that smile of his now fading away. What was the point of this meeting, if not all of the dragons turned up, after all? It was disappointing, to say the least. Omega had simply been sailing the South Blue when news of the meeting was spread. It was by mere coincidence that he was actually here.

He was always seen as the... Black sheep of the Dragons, after all. The Writhing Abyss, entrapping his victims within his vortex of pain and suffering, tearing them apart until there was nothing left of them to rot. Among all the Dragons, he knew he carried the darkest and most cruel record of actions.

And he relished in that achievement.