OOC: I'm not really understanding the government in place in this world right now... Wouldn't there be envoys and such at those sort of meetings, and wouldn't alliances be formed behind closed doors rather than in front of the 'enemy'? o.o I'm just going to go that the protocols for governance were set up by those who didn't understand government very well...
The office building burned beautifully. Terror had been afraid that the documents strewn about the floor of the central office wouldn't be enough. Watching the flames stretching from the roof and hammering at the night sky put all of his fears at rest, however. As the first humans began spilling out into the street to gawk at the wreckage Terror began the mantra that had become second nature, "I am become death..." he whispered, "Destroyer of-"
"Hey!"
Terror glanced down and saw that one of the pitiful fools on the street had spotted his perch on the half-finished skeleton of a human travesty-to-be. Cutting his mantra short, Terror stood abruptly on the girder, pulled his tattered cloak around him, and leaned backwards until gravity kicked in.
To those on the ground it would appear as if Terror had fallen to his doom, and that reaction was exactly what Terror hoped for. Using his blades to balance on the girder below the one on which he had previously stood, he began the laborious process of settling his entire body on the girder while those on the ground were still preoccupied searching for his 'body'. When he had finally maneuvered his body into such a configuration that it would be possible for him to set his feet onto the girder he did so.
Before he made his getaway Terror glanced down to the ground and smirked as the humans scrambled about, not understanding what exactly was going on. "Pitiful fools," he muttered. And, after taking one last glance at the building - which was still burning brightly -, Terror scurried off, proud of his work this night.
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The home was horribly run-down, meaning it blended in perfectly with the other buildings located in 'Morphs Corner, the poor quarter of Mahogany. Despite the name, Terror doubted that there were more than a couple dozen 'morph families in the entire quarter. "Typical human behavior, tacking our name onto anything undesirable..." he spat, suppressing his more violent impulses. "I cannot be seen..." he reminded himself, as always. "If I am seen I risk the future of the Empire... of all 'morphs..."
Letting his cloak fall loose about him, not noticing the chill, Terror peered closely at the building. 217, it read - this was definitely the place. Stepping up to the door - which seemed to be held in place by sheer stubbornness than any sort of mechanical mechanism - Terror knocked three times loudly, twice softly, and five times loudly again, as prescribed by David's communique.
Within seconds the door was wide open, and Terror was ushered in by a 'morph with vague features hidden by the shadows of the unlit entrance area. The moment the door was closed the 'morph spun about quickly and struck Terror in the face with a force that would have knocked most people on the floor, but Terror was used to such treatment and only staggered backwards for a few moments before regaining his composure.
"How many?" the dark figure asked.
"Why, Fury, I haven't a clue as to what you're referring," said Terror, acting as nonchalant as possible with a bloody nose.
"You punk, you know damned well what I am referring to. How many of the humans were 'working late' this time, Terror?"
"I-"
The 'morph, Fury, stepped out of the shadows, revealing the Gyarados features that made it difficult for him to hide what he was, and made as if to strike Terror again. "If you lie to me, punk, word will reach David, I can't keep covering your ass."
"Six," stated Terror plainly. "Two were *DRP agents, three were sympathizers, and one was the security guard who was guarding the room containing the document." The reason for the emphasis on the word 'document' was apparent when Terror pulled a crumpled piece of paper from under his cloak.
Fury relaxed slightly, the DRP had far too much influence in Mahogany as it was, and two members less made the agents' work for the Empire that much easier. "Are you sure it's the right document?" he asked, dubiously.
"Quite sure," Terror replied vehemently, "the deployment of troops along the border is quite obviously written, and it even has Dusty's signature," he added for emphasis, utilizing the derogatory name used for Ash Ketchum.
"Well, we'll see what David has to say about this," muttered Fury, taking the document from Terror's hand.
Before anything else could be said, Terror had the door open and was out and about in 'Morph's Corner. Stepping cautiously into a nearby alleyway, one could never be sure whether the DRP knew of the Empire's meeting places, Terror glanced about him before scrambling up the fire escape for a small apartment building.
"Fury knows that the document's not fraudulent," Terror muttered, "Dusty's signature isn't allowed on anything but the real thing..." And Terror was quite sure that David would find the document immensely useful in the upcoming invasion. Mahogany was well known for having the greatest military presence in Johto, and with the Empire being only a handful of kilometers away, they had become a form of border guard. This document would ensure that David would know the best possible moment to attack the city, and Terror hoped that David would entrust the destruction of the other DRP office in Mahogany to him. The events tonight hadn't quite quenched his thirst...
*DRP - Department for the Relocation of Pokemorphs
