Precarious Disposition Of The Savage (Private)

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Kicking a pebble across an unpaved road, a solitary doctor moved briskly in the warm air of Europe. Grinding the gravel beneath its feet, the sinner known as Albatross wandered around the ancient roadside, moving the tiny rocks from its path with a mere sweep of its clothed feet. All the while twirling around its one foot pointer stick, the sinner stayed quiet, listening to the unruly sounds belonging to the Coalition watchdogs following behind. The aged dirt path becoming trampled underneath the entourage of men and women assigned to both protect and stop Albatross from anything which it may bring.

The dozen guards marched slowly, their truck being unable to proceed any further, its axle having broke. While the rest of the Coalition guards stayed behind with the armored truck, Albatross proceeded forward, not caring for the human pests. After all, the sinner did not need water nor air to survive as they did making expeditions into the outskirts of civilization simple. "Come on, keep up will you? The ruins should be around the bend." Albatross shouted, its head unnaturally twisting backwards before facing forward again. Forward another mile sat in wait the curve of the road as it bent to the East.

Reach the bend in the road, Albatross laughed as its bird beak mask glinted in the sunlight, as the sinner's plague doctor robes flowed down to the bottom of Alba's dark boots, caked in dirt. Watching as the dozen or so troops stopped, each of them wearily keeping an eye on their target. Sitting down, Alba waited for the rest of the guards to catch up, several of them lagging behind.

The sounds from the tired people behind this strange oddity soon faded, small particles that looked similar to smoke formed in thin air by the ancient looking doctor. The smoke formed a human shape then took solid form, the solid figured grew color, filling in to a real looking man. He was Caucasian with perfect skin. He wore a black tuxedo that blended in with the smoke he just came out of. His black shoes shined from the sun hitting it. His yellow eyes staring at the same target the doctor was, not even taking a glance at him. The man had pink hair that rested above his eyes, his hands were clasped together behind his back. “Such an odd area, strayed from any civilization. Yet here we are..myself, a doctor, and some guards behind..well, not anymore. So Albatross” he smiled and turned his head to look at the odd figured he just named. “How goes your day?” the scent of fresh blood filled the area, sourced from the spot the guards were previously.

Standing still, Albatross smirked beneath its metallic sinner mask, waiting for the full appearance of the supposed stranger. Not surprised by its former leader's sudden arrival, the monster in human skin stayed quiet, pretending it did not see anything which happened behind its back. Sensing the deterioration of life and the birth of death of those which used to follow the age old sinner. Not even glancing out of courtesy, Albatross cracked its shoulders with a mere twitch as it wiped away a smudge from its right glove. Not even bothering to suppress its spiritual energy, which felt the same as a hollows, Albatross laughed at Grand's comments.

"Ke-He-He! Ah, the joys of youth are grand!" Alba elongating its last word, turning its entire head around to see the one who had come to visit so suddenly. "Ah Mr. Chat, how kind of you to visit on such a lovely afternoon," Alba gimmicked as it twirled its pointer stick in a circle. "Quite the clean shoes you have there as usual... Ke-He-He!" Turning around the sinner in disguise chuckled darkly as it turned the rest of its body towards Grand Chat. Thee short doctor standing at three feet in height as it leaned on its one foot weapon.

Looking at where the soldiers used to stand the monster merely shrugged, not burdened by the loss of life, "You are very efficient former leader, you must have something worth discussing with me for you to take your time all the way in the middle of no where. Ke-He-He! Oh, how fun I have not met you in ages since that incident in Karakura City, but no matter, I am ever at attention." Tilting its black hat away from its eyes, Alba stared at arrancar standing before it, waiting for a response. The monster's small form changing, no longer human beneath its doctor robes, but rather its true form.

The black and white smoke curling from under the sinner's uniform, as its bright white eyes continually swirled into a black abyss, only to be swallowed up by the color white again. The two individuals undisturbed except for the souls of the former coalition members who were taken completely by surprise. Looking past Grand, a slurping noise could be heard from under Alba's mask, the monster removing its mask, so that the bottom of its face was visible. However, that was not saying much, considering Albatross' face was completely covered by its contrasting mist of black and white. "Excuse me..." Alba whispered hungrily as it walked past Chat. Striking out with its free hand, the sinner bit into the ghost-like flesh of one of the souls in an instant, before the sinner moved onto its next victim.

It only took less than a minute for the twelve souls to be devoured whole, as they seemed to be sucked into the miniature devil. Bringing its mask over its face again, Alba turned back to Grand Chat, while it went through the new information it had gained from the coalition guards. "How... unsatisfying..." The short creature whispered as it felt the endless pit that was its stomach feel half empty.

Grand chuckled gently at the obvious pun that the sinner has made. So he retained his sense of humor. He leaned his back against a nearby rock. “What purpose are shoes if they are raggedy and not maintained well. Is like wearing a dirty glove to protect your hands from more dirt, pointless.” he smiled. He never once looked back from the soldiers positions, even when it was mentioned. “By whatever do you mean my dear friend” he smiled he stood up straight. “Ah, Karakura, holds many memories, good and bad. A lot has happened in that place, someday..i wish to put it out of its poor misery, constantly being attacked by hollow and sinners alike. Only ones holding on to it are those shinigami” he snickered gently. “Ah be my guest” he didn't watch while alba ate the souls, but he didn't avoid his gaze either, it was just one eating, nothing for him to feel for that. “So I heard you were captured by the coalition. Hard to believe one such as yourself to be easily captured without an all out war. Even after escaping death once. I almost laughed in my chair when I read the report. However, here we are now, you being followed by guards, and out almost free in the sun's gaze. Tell me my dear friend, what exactly happened in such a jail, hasn't even been a day since you were captured you got free, here I was thinking I should free my weekend and form a break out, would have been fun too” he smiled gently.

The sun slowly was on the fall as it began to set, the orange colors filling the sky. He took a few steps around the dust. “So what is in this area the Coalition are looking for” he spoke to himself, however loud enough for alba to hear.

Burping at Grand's reply, the sinner laughed as it moved to its former spot, using its pointer stick as a cane. "As elegant as always Mr. Chat," Alba bellowed as it sat in the dirt without a care in the world. Its light brown robes matching the color of the dirt almost perfectly anyhow. Looking the former Espada Cero up and down, Albatross shrugged as it listened to the man's words. "Captured? Ah, yes I nearly forgot... The humans have always been of interest to me, their vitality, their strength of will, and their arrogance towards other races. They are quite the spectacle to watch, Ke-He-He! I came willingly to their prison, what better way to learn about those which hunt me than to be right under their noses." The short creature stated whimsically as it started to draw a small picture in the dirt. Its black glove becoming dirtier by the second.

"Though, you are too kind Grand, no need to free me just yet... I have not fulfilled my entire purpose as of yet." With a smirk, the plague doctor stood up as it looked Grand in the eyes without any emotion visible. "This place... has no value to-" Before Alba could finish a buzzing sound erupted from under the folds of the monster's robes. "Ah... one second!" Scrambling like a child Alba looked to and fro in the pockets of its outfit as the buzzing sound continued for more than thirty seconds. The sinner finally producing a small small radio communicator. "Hello?"

"This Albatross isn't it? Connect me to the Lieutenant!" Boomed the voice of one of the guards left behind with the truck, the leftover soldiers still stranded about a mile South.
"Alright... your no fun though pushing me aside as if I'm chopped liver!" Albatross replied as the guard on the line gave an exasperated sigh. Working with Alba did have its own unique stress.

Trying to remember the lieutenant's voice, the sinner frowned before it changed its voice perfectly. "What's the problem?" Alba spoke in its new feminine voice, somewhat low pitched. "Well mam, I mean sir! The truck's front axle is completely shattered, we won't be able to catch up anytime soon, orders?" Thinking quickly Alba smiled having been given the perfect chance to talk with Grand as long as it needed to. Looking over at its former boss, Alba gave Grand a thumbs up as it continued to talk. "Stay where you are and try to salvage what you can, we will go on alone to the ruins for now. Await further orders." "Yes sir!"

Clicking the radio off, Alba's voice changed again as it spoke in its chorus, the sounds of young and old intertwined into one odd voice. "There we go. Now that that is taken care of I'll let you in on a little secret, this place has no meaning to the Coalition. I have been given freedom to roam around as I please, as long as I do not cause anyone trouble. Ke-He-He! I'm out here to explore some ruins and enhance my knowledge, that's what scientists do, not laze around in a lab and not stimulate their brain."

Grand remained silent and patient as the misty figure conversed over the radio. He was always interesting to see him change his voice, however someone else he knew had the very same ability, along with changing shape to match the voice. “hmm, Humans as a whole do seem arrogant to other races, however I have known a few of which who are accepting to another race, a rare site indeed however.” he laughed slightly. “Some ruins you say” he looked back in the distant “you wouldn't happen to mind if I accompany you on this excavation”

Pausing at Grand's comments, Albatross shrugged, not really caring for the humans which its old employer had met, the sinner's mind and history already engraved with those racist and bigoted to those that were anything but human. Laughing at the fact that some of the twelve Coalition members it had devoured were also against the other races, wanting human dominance over Earth. "Say what you will Grand, I have my own reasoning to say what I will." Scraping the dirt roughly with its zanpakuto strength stick, Alba motioned towards the curve in the road at the reply of the arrancar accompanying the short sinner.

"You may come with, I do not care one way or the other," It spoke with unhindered disgust at Grand's words, its voice of echos becoming slightly aggressive before receding to their normal passive arrangement. "The ruins are not too far from here, only but a mile or so due East, though this road ends into grass plains about half way." Taking in the information around its body, Albatross slid its pointer stick up its left sleeve in a simple motion. The sinner having grown tired of holding onto it. Standing up from the dirt, Alba kicked the dirt picture it had half made, kicking up a few pieces of gravel underneath the layer of soil.

Cracking its neck by twisting it in circles, the creature of smoke and mist let out a satisfying groan of pleasure as it heard the popping sound rhythmically resonate in the air for a few seconds. "To the ruins I say!" Alba shouted as it took large strides in the direction of the horizon, heading due East, while at the same time not even bothering to see if Grand was following behind. "I hope you have a change of clothes your majesty," Albatross mocked lightly, as it left its boot marks in the dirt. "Because, if your going to come excavating I'm still not going to hold back how I usually do my work."

Grand snickered slighting at the mocking tone of the dead monster. “Poor Albatross, thinking a king can't get his own hands dirty” he walked without much caring for his appearance. “Nice clothes are fore introductions, not conclusions” he followed along with perfect pace, not getting ahead of falling behind. “However it has been a while since I was able to get my hands dirty, laying low doesn't give you much wiggle room” he smiled and looked out in the distance waiting for the Ruin's to appear, he was interested in what albatross meant by not holding back, could it really be something as simple as digging a hole for a demon like himself. “So do you do this often? With the guards hounding you on your short leash?” he was curious at this point, wondering what gain the sinner had from his research.

Watching Grand with one eye, Albatross walked with the arrancar as they headed in the direction of the excavation site, two monsters of nature walking side by side, casually. Keeping its sights on the arrancar, Alba continued to speak as it could not help but laugh in its own peculiar way, its voice loud, obnoxious to an extent, "I'm sure the hands of a deposed king such as yourself can become quite filthy, though enough of philosophy for now!" Albatross spoke in its dramatic flare, the short sinner flicking off a small ladybug that had landed on its gloved hand. The but exploding from the impact as bits and pieces sprayed in front of the plague doctor, as it rolled on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"The Coalition are a tough bunch ruled by their regulations and laws," Alba mused as it mocked all the red tape the Coalition members deal with. "Requiring paperwork for almost about everything they do, quite boring. Though enough about them and more about me! I always go on an excavation when I feel the need to enhance my knowledge even further. Their short leash means nothing considering they would find it costly to cross me with so many innocent lives within the immediate area of their base." Grinning below its mask like a child, Alba half skipped stopping in front of Grand before walking backwards to keep moving towards its target. "Besides, having a personal guard is always nice, they keep away undesirables for me, and I can force them to do work for me if push comes to shove. Ke-He-He! Oh, the joy of a contract! Ke-He-He!" Holding its hat in a swift motion as a rush of wind came by, the Keeper of Souls adjusted its hat again, tilting it more to the side.

"Do tell Mr. Chat surely you have been up to something since are last meeting. You always seem to have something up your sleeve! Ke-He-He! Tell me! Tell me! I do so wish that you give me some information for your old former Exequias Captain."

“heh..deposed, Why I rather consider it, Retired if anything, it was of my own choice to leave the Arrancars in the capable hands of Arngrim.” he smiled looking at the rocky scenery, no Ruins in site yet. “ Well obviously I have been working low for the time being. The Radar is such a touchy device in this world, one man can only do so much without it being all over the information network, its good to hear someone as well informed as yourself in odd knowledge have yet to dip below and hear of my actions” he snicked lightly. The moon at this point was beginning to rise, the cloudless sky opening to a brilliant pattern of bright stars way up high. “After leaving the Espada, I realized my first attempt at gaining a Throne was quite...unsuccessful. I decided to venture new routes to a newer path. I came to realize that there is only room enough in this universe for a single king, and that throne is currently occupied it. So lets say I intend on...making it Vacant for myself and a rag tag group I have accumulated. A great king in the making requires a great goal if you will, and I have set my eyes upon one. Yes it has been tried before, but I shall be the one to succeed” he grinned ominously

“So my dear friend Albatross, I come here to you on this day to ask if you would like to walk this bloody and chaotic path with me, Join under my rule again, this time not one so short lived and weak, but a strong iron grip that shall cast around the universe.” the moon was right behind grand at this point, an enlarged full moon, tinted red and closer to the earth making it appear much larger as well. “Of course I don't exactly expect an answer today, you are a very busy man after all, and contracts can be quite...disabling in terms of actions, however I would enjoy to hear your thoughts on this subject at hand”

"Ragtag? How unfitting for a king to be is it not?" Albatross snickered as it wiped a smudge from its mask with its sleeve, "Then again, so many underestimate those which try to usurp power with a mixed force." Twirling on the tip of its toes the sinner hopped across a small ditch, its robes bustling in a slight breeze under the night sky. Taking in the sight of the glittering moon from behind the clouds, Alba laughed as it was invited, figuring it was a good a chance as any to leave a larger mark on the world. "To join under the banner of my former liege?" It questioned, mauling over the idea as it weighed the pros and cons of such an altering of allegiance. Stopping in the middle of the road, Albatross pondered its query for but five seconds exactly, the gears of its mind and soul turning, grinding together the the fragments of memory it possessed under the command of Grand during the Espada shtick.

With a cough, rough and raspy, The former Exequias Captain twisted its neck three hundred and sixty degrees, the short creature's glowing white eyes full of sinister intent, as the innocence which it destroyed lurked in the edges of its eyes. Staring at the arrancar Alba offered its left hand to agree to the joining and acknowledging the leadership of Grand. Its left arm distorted and warped as it went opposite of a natural human's arm, its thumb facing downwards rather than upwards as it waited for a handshake. "You have my loyalty of service future king... Though, be sure to not to walk into the light of greed and become blinded by your lust to rule these planes of existence, for at that point my allegiance is no longer binding... rule well... my liege..." Giggling with a tinge of madness, Albatross' cackle echoed across the shadowy plains which surrounded the dirt road. The sinner content with its choice.

However, before Grand could reply to the plague doctor's comment, the sinner continued, as its distorted arm fell back to its side. "Now, here I mention my one other term! I. Want. Something. Befitting. My. Power. As much as your goal interests my very being, everything comes at a price. Ke-He-He!" Albatross smirked as it turned its entire body to face Grand Chat.

“as I have stated Albatross, in this universe only one king may rule, unfortunately one is already on that throne I aspire to, so at this current moment I have yet to become a true King, but soon I will” he grinned at Albatross's next remark. “True my friend, a Piano is best played with both black and white keys” he kept his pace with the Sinner waiting to reach their destination. He paused when the sinner did as well, standing patiently. He grabbed the hand of the distorted sinner, it may have felt awkward but he showed no signs that such a hand was even abnormal. “I have walked that path once in the past my dear friend, it is not a path that will lead to a light as you may already know, and one I shall not walk again. And what do you find befitting of such sinful energy, I will try to accommodate it within my power, either current of future, if it is something out of my reach, soon in the future everything will be in my grasp” he smiled generously, he was curious as to what this sinner would like.

"One king shall rule, that is the future I foresee." Albatross spoke in its cold tone as the monster stopped and waited, sensing the excavation site was coming near. "What I desire is quite simple. It is one of the reasons I life is worth living. I want information, information aplenty! Knowledge, facts, heaps upon heaps of books the size of mountains! Articles, technology, politics, religion, science, fiction, non-fiction! I want a source of information and supplies to tinker with and learn!" The sinner exclaimed in excitement, its voice picking up in speed, its hands flailing about wildly as the creature of history spoke about its passion of learning. Pointing to Grand, Alba laughed as it smirked vilely from under its hooked mask. "You give me this one thing, and you shall have my loyalty for now, lest an even better prospect comes along! Ke-He-He!"

Taking an unneeded breath the plague doctor started to walk again, the ruins being less than half a mile away. The horizon decorated with signs saying "Keep Out" in bold red lettering. "Well my liege, shall we continue on this small adventure? Hmm?"

“Hm, only a smart man of yourself could see knowledge as power, I am happy to have you apart of my power again Albatross” he smiled and nodded slightly. They came to the sign marking the territory. However it hardly registered of importance. “Let us continue” he smiled and walked on ahead with his friend and once again comrade Albatross. “Information will be yours of course, I will give you the knowledge I obtain, however I would like it if you share knowledge that you yourself obtain.” he knew how powerful knowledge is as well, it can allow a small group of rebels to combat and win against a tyrannical king, such a fitting example. “Just as well, I do plan on gathering my group for a meeting in the future, I do hope you will be able to make an appearance, to meet the rest of us, the rebels that shall tear down the king's throne from beneath his seat” he looked up at the sky as if he were challenging the Emperor himself at this moment.

Not even bothering to hide its pleasure from the compliments, Alba let Grand walk ahead, the two beings starting to descend downward slightly as the dirt road disappeared, replaced by grass and shrubs. The bright silvery moon still glaring over the night, as the sinner gleamed with what appeared to be happiness. Albatross content with finding itself with a real job after so many long days of solitude. "If knowledge is the price of information that so be it! You wish to know more of the world I have come to experience, then let me give you one interesting fact. Ke-He-He!" Albatross mused as it contemplated about letting its new master know of the world of the sinners in great detail.

The gears of its mind turning and grinding, as Alba brought forth the memories of Media the former second in command of Hell's forces, H. and Sloth who served the hierarchy with their lives. Jumping over a small boulder in the ground, Alba proclaimed with a bow, "Well my future king, how about some fun gossip? I'm sure you know about the battle of Karakura, as you were there! But! Did you every come across a silvery individual? Hm?" The sinner giggled as it accessed the memories of H. who was present at the destruction of Karakura City, having been ordered to make contact with the Espada.

"A rather skeletal being? Odd power feeling? Rather sinister if I do say so my self..." Licking its almost nonexistent lips, a slurping sound could be heard from under Alba's mask as the plague doctor jumped down from its rocky pedestal, right next to Grand. The short creature whispering in its dark voice, its glowing white eyes seeming to peer into Grand's very soul. "I'll tell you about them, those creatures of the darkness, tainted with mortal sin. If you so will it..."

Grand was delighted the monster already held information that would prove extremely useful. “I know little of these “sinners” I only know the name from other informants, however I don't know where they hail from. That skeleton is one I have been hunting for shortly after, any information you have on him would be taken with great gratitude my dear friend” he smiled keeping a steady graceful pace. The information on sinners were extremely scarce, however the name and general alignment was near common knowledge he had found out, however he always felt he was behind in this category of knowledge, and it always frustrated him. He remembered sensing the spiritual pressure of the skeletal creature, and it carried some similarities to albatross's so he figured they had some sort of connection, however he was never completely sure if the skeletal monster was even such an anonymity, he just assumed. “Please tell me more about these creatures that the people call..Demons” he chuckled gently.

"Ah, I've struck the right note..." Albatross thought to itself as the road started to descend more violently, boulders jutting out from the sides of the hill as the grass outlying the road soon became scraggly and dead. Jumping down the one ton sinner gently landed on the dirt surface, using its spiritual energy to soften the landing, not wanting to disturb its prized specimens. "The skeleton, oh what a fun one he was, Ke-He-He! His name was H. the simple letter, but before I tell you of my deceased comrade, I must let you know of these sinful race of beings!" Speaking fluently, not even mispronouncing one syllable, Alba laughed as he quickly looked around the area the entire dug out ruin sitting in the remote crater. The remnants of buildings looming in the darkness of night as insects crawled about the frail stone covered in vines.

"You see Grand, that being you have met is known as a sinner, if you will, confined to the pits of Hell and guarded by monstrous beings known as Hell's Will. Though there are many lost souls in this other plane of existence only a select few have the power to leave the place known as Hell at will. I never really expected Hell to exist to vividly, but it does exist, and those who are not of the sinner race are doomed to insanity if they spend too long inside the depths of Hell itself, becoming one with the Sinners which lurk there." As Albatross continued to talk about Hell and the many oddities of its dimension the small creature began wiping away the dust and dirt from various stone slabs laying on the ground, the slabs inscribed with old Latin of Rome. "Bah... just an old public bath it would seem..." Albatross cursed under its breath hoping for the site to hold more interest. Not even turning towards Grand, the sinner talked on and on as it started to go into the history of the Hell, the monster of souls having devoured so many past sinners it knew the dimension like the back of its very hand. "... There is one fact worth mentioning, the powerful sinners have created their own society, an organization if you so will. They have no creative name, simply known as The Rebels Of Hell."

"They live a meager existence, though every one of them is very powerful in their own right. Very few are on the level of a Vice Captain or Fraccion, most being as powerful as an Espada member. Ke-He-He! Though, I must say I do feel sorry for their leadership is constantly a fight to stay on top, they having gone through a few leaders this past years." Recalling memories of Hell Albatross found itself intrigued again in the separate dimension it frequented, giving the dull dreary place more relevance. "Their souls are rather tasty, I'm afraid I did not let the skeleton known as H. live very long, Though, I do possess all of his memories and information."

Grand kept silent as he absorbed the information gathered from his Sinful comrade, and chuckled slightly walking along perfectly keeping up staying focused, “hmm, another organization..” he said slightly melancholy but shrugged it off, another wrench that may fall into the gears of his plans, and eventually will have to be dealt with in some shape or form. “hmm, What is your complete opinion of the organization itself, any chance of an assimilation or annihilation of such an upbringing?' he looked down to his feel and continued to keep up.

A group of sinful creatures could be useful, but a leader of them would be the exact opposite, if possibly he could manipulate the current ruler to become a meager puppet, things may stay safe, especially if he could secure a way to dispose of them if things became negative. “and are there any members worth mentioning within the organization, in either a positive or negative light. A new org can cause some issues later, everyone wants to climb to the top, another contestant will surely add more unpredictability to this rock climb to the heavens.” he light out a small sigh.

Kicking a pebble out of its way, Albatross moved about the ruins for a few more moments before becoming bored, seeing as there was little, if anything, of importance that it did not already know or have. But upon hearing Grand's concerns for the sinner organization, and the members of it, Albatross only gleamed with happiness that it was being of some use, or rather knowing something Grand did not, a necessary advantage in case anything in the wrong direction. "They are a ruthless bunch, but their leader is nothing to write home about, he has shown little emphasis of interest to his members, and I'm sure anarchy or a challenge will be made sooner or later. The organization, in short, is very unstable. They may prove annihilate each other"

Pausing as it tilted its head towards Grand, the sinner let out a slight cackle before continuing finding the whole prospect of the Rebels of Hell amusing. "They are unorganized and mislead they have grown way too complacent to be of any major harm, until a leader shows up with enough finesse and power to control them. Until then they are harmless as a group. Though, individually there are a few to note that may be a hazard to your health. I'm sure you remember Kaze, from Karakura. He is one of my race, and quite powerful, but I know not his motive at this moment, he is a loose cannon for all I know or care for."

"However, on another note they are not to be fully trusted, you may believe in Arngrim and the Espada, but the sinners are in their dimension for a reason. The average sinner would as quickly try to kill someone near them than listen. Do not get me wrong, they still have thought, but it has grown twisted and viler." Answering Grand's question Alba then went on to its point, it wanted to know how Grand would respond to such a statement. "I am with the Coalition as a hired Inventor, I don't kill people unintentionally and they get a nice little dimension tracker, now how would you like to know that I have remote access to such a device at all times? Ke-He-He!"

Grand was close to laughing out loud at Albatross's last statement. Instead he let out a chuckle. “is that organization that oblivious” he thought it was funny, yes albatross was pretty much a genius, but he also used to be an Espada, unless they had no knowledge of that, but even still. “and a dimension tracker as well, hmm, does make me wonder what exact uses they have for it. Other than entering hell they can pretty much get to any dimension they want.” his mind pondered a bit on the ideas of what they would use it for or even what he would use it for if he had access.

“Albatross, do you know exactly what they intend on doing with such a device?” he wanted to dive in to see what alba knew about all this, or was he blindly developing technology for the organization. He hopped off a rock and looked at the time of day in the sky. It was getting late, his visit would have to end soon, even if Alba bought them some time, it can only last so long, he figured he had about another hour before making his way back home.

"Ha!" Albatross laughed loudly as it kicked away dirt from its boot. "They are too trusting, and the longer I stay with them the more relaxed they seem to become around me, but I cannot say I am safe, for I am always being watched one way or another. Staying in that damn prison cell almost drives me to insanity if it weren't for my work!" Clenching its fists Alba took a breath as its beak like mask reflected the moonlight off its metal. Alba was angry at how it has been treated up to this point, even taking the Coalition aside, the sinner felt annoyance. It hated being a follower for so long, but it would never let anyone know this fact lest they decide to try to eliminate Alba. With its facial expressions hidden, Alba began speaking again as its tone softened, having caught itself from becoming too angered.

"Grand the reason they want my invention is so they can hinder the sinner race, the sinners are becoming a growing problem for the humans everyday. Incompetent leader or not, those which act on their own accord have caused enough trouble for the humans to hire me to track them. I've merely added more toys for them to use, and for myself... KE-HE-HE..."

Tightening its robe around itself the three foot creature stretched its fingers as they stopped being fists, becoming free hands. "The night grows old, it is no longer a young day and the soldiers will be wanting to hear from me again, do not worry about anything for your appearance will remain a secret as will this meeting. I do hope you keep your end of the bargain..." Smiling beneath its mask Alba chuckled evilly as it turned its back on Grand for a moment. "Oh yes, surely your group of loyal soldiers has a complex which to call home? A starting place for your kingdom if you so will it... give me the coordinates to my future abode Grand, and I will be certain to visit on a day off..."

Grand could recognize the feel of yearning Albatross had, it was a feeling familiar, the desire to be on top instead of at the bottom. He didn't know Albatross to much, however he was able to tell how deep into neutrality the being was, it would take more ambition to rule, however he was a man Grand trusted. Many times he looked towards his future, and wondered at times, what would happen if he failed against the soul king. Regno Nero was pretty much his life now, he certainly didn't want to kill it off when he died. “Albatross, I have a preposition for you” he looked down, as if he were making his own will. “My ambition targets the soul king, when I complete that, I intend to transcend the normal form I hold currently, when that happens, control over my..organization may be limited. My Daughter Meisulu will certainly not be ready when the time comes, she is strong and smart but does not hold the desire to run such a kingdom. When the events happen, am I able to trust you with command over the organization in my possible eternal absence?” he let some real emotions flow, very weak but rather melancholy. He would wait for Alba's answer before giving the coordinates.

Listening to Grand's proposition Albatross moved slowly around the area, making sure nothing went astray during the conversation, though Alba's senses were always reliant, a healthy suspicion always made things more reassuring. "Your proposition is well met, I will accept this offer, for your loyal knights will continue to exist under my command. When your daughter does, or ever becomes ready for such responsibility you can be assured she will be given the title of commander. But until that time comes, and the day you hopefully transcend I will carry this burden..." Satisfied with the area, Albatross massaged its neck its clothing becomign somewhat cumbersome, but the creature decided to keep them for a while longer before returning to the annoyance that was the Coalition.