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How it mattered to us, how it mattered to me, and the consequences.

WHO: NORMAN OSBORN and TAKAYA SAKAKI
WHERE: Wherever Takaya is.
WHEN: Uhh, let's say backdated (to around the 8th-10th?) because I suck.
WARNINGS: Creepers?
SUMMARY: Norman medicates evil Jesus. Basically.
FORMAT: Quicklog?

[ Norman is slightly frustrated he lost so much time due to being replaced by CloneNormans. He had the pills mostly made up before then, and it only took a little while longer to finish the chemical process. He sent Takaya a message, asking where he was, before leaving his building. ]

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[Takaya's was less than pleased himself about how things turned out - he couldn't say that impermanent death wasn't an amusement, but still, there were things to do, important sorts of things - plots. Whatever they were.

After the initial surprise of the message (after all, he'd thought Osborn had forgotten or conveniently forgotten about him), Takaya sent back the location of a run down and abandoned old church in the slummier part of the city.]

[ With an address to work with, Norman eheaded in that direction, taking a cab instead of flying in his armor. More subtle that way, after all. It's only a fifteen minute ride, and pretty soon the cab pulls up and Norman gets out, straightening his tie and looking for Takaya. ]

[Hearing the cab, Takaya leisurely steps out of the doorway and into view, mainly to check that it's Osborn and not police. The gun is, of course, still on him and in painfully clear view, but he's never bothered being discreet. He doesn't call out or greet, just traipses back inside and picks something nice and sturdy to lean against - and waits.

He can't stand not being mysterious.]

[ Norman approaches leisurely, one hand in one pocket. ]

Hello. Sorry for the delay.

[Takaya just closes his eyes, smiling in a way as disarming as possible. Whether or not it's actually disarming is something to question, but it's the best he can do.]

A small wait isn't too much trouble - I haven't much else to do, aside from vagrancy and scaring boys waving around guns they barely know how to use. But I doubt my personal life is terribly interesting to you.

[He stands up from his leaning position, signifying readiness to do business.]

To be quite honest, I haven't much interest in it either. Would you rather begin negotiations, or I? I must say that I am accustomed to dealing with buying my medication under the table from those who would just as much kill me as look at me, so forgive any...wariness I may hold. Merely from experience.

[ Norman pulls a small pill bottle -- about six inches tall, from his pocket, making sure it's visible before he palms it. ]

This contains enough medicine to last you through 3 months. It takes about a week, give or take, for me to ready a batch, so when you need more let me know in advance. I'm not out to kill you. Far from it.

[He catches sight of the bottle before it's palmed, giving a nod to show that he saw it.]

Understandable.

[Takaya shifts, seemingly with how he's attempting to steer the conversation.]

Now I would rather discuss your price. Undoubtedly you are aware of the fact that I have little in the way of monetary or material assets. No connections. No real...worth. Not in the eyes of an average man.

If you so wish to keep me drawing breath - even going through this much trouble as to see that I survive - I wish to know why. My suspicions are not without meaning; Strega suffered many who, over time, attempted to manipulate us in order to control and leash our blessings. We did not work as private hitmen, dogs snapping at pithy morsels and beaten into submission at the feet of their master - they thought we would not realize their manipulations.

[And right about here is when he smirks. Like he's thinking of something funny. Well, funny for Takaya could be any number of things, up to and including horrifically murdering certain manipulators, but there's no real telling.]

They were very wrong.

[A slight pause, in which he loses the smirk and returns to srs bsns.]

If I am to be a weapon, I wish to know upfront.

[ Norman smirks, tucking the bottle back into his pocket with a nod. ]

A price. Right. Well, I'll tell you off the bat: I don't need more money. I have money, that's rarely what I ask for from someone I take the time to help personally. It's only natural for you to be suspicious. In fact, I'd be surprised if you trusted me.

[ He waves a dismissive hand. ]

I want to know your plans.

[Takaya smirks back at that, beginning to walk aimlessly. Pace, more or less, though leisurely and ]

Plans. I have always had a plan - whether or not it is mere survival or something more...glorious. At times, it was escape. Others, survival. And others yet, it was genocide. I have been a murderer, a savior, benevolent and malicious - at times, simultaneously. I have been the messiah to a cult thousands strong. It is amazing where charisma and the harnessing of others' hopelessness and despair may take a man.

[He stops pacing, now staring steadily at the old crucifix on the wall.]

My truest goal, however, was death. For myself, and for the world. And now that I cannot have such release from the crosses borne by those who draw breath, I have...nothing, more or less. Nothing but myself, and Hypnos. There is simply no point to me.

My plans are to exist. Against my will, yes, but exist.

And what are your plans now? [ Watching, cautious. ] Are you seeking genocide, or are you seeking a purpose beyond existing?

Or are you saying you don't have one anymore?

[He crosses his arms, uncrosses them. Doesn't look back.]

I have none. I am merely waiting until I return to death's grasp. But I would rather exist with memories intact, and that requires help from men such as yourself.

A pointless existence, but an existence nonetheless.

Mm. Interesting.

[ Approaches, taking the pill bottle out. ]

And if I do help you... theoretically, you wouldn't object to say, owing me a favor? [ Eyebrow raise. ] For one thing, I'd prefer to keep this just between us two. But in addition to that.

Not really.

[He turns around, acknowledging it but not really looking. He's actually making eye contact, because lol intense yellow eyes usually intimidate people and give him the upper hand in conversation.]

I would not. Whether or not I will enjoy this task is to be decided, but need overpowers any objections I may have. Unless this favor is so ridiculous that even I will refuse it, it is only fair that I offer something in return for your generosity.

[He just smiles, closing his eyes.]

You have my word that this agreement of ours will remain discreet. Certain connections of mine despise you for some past slight - it would be detrimental to my health to freely throw about our involvement.

[ Not intimidated, but notes the yellow eyes. They remind him of the Green Goblin mask, somewhat. More comforting to Norman than scary. ]

Good answer. Now, I don't require anything from you immediately -- as of yet -- but I'll be in touch, probably not long from now. We'll see.

[ Doesn't hand it over yet. ]

... Which connections would these be?

I will be waiting.

[He sort of tsks, crossing his arms and frowning. He doesn't like to think about exactly what might happen to him if this agreement slips.]

Carnage.

[ Looks at, raising an eyebrow. ]

How close is this "connection?"

[ Code for WHY ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT ME... ]

[Smiles disarmingly, giving a slight shrug.]

We are not lovers, to immediately clear up that sort of misconception in your mind. We are merely allies with...somewhat similar viewpoints. He has spoken of you with vitriol in at least two occasions.

[SORRY OSBORN HE'S JUST AN EAVESDROPPING CREEPER.]

That isn't what I meant. I could figure that out myself. [ frowns ] If you two are going to be working together, I hope there won't be a conflict of interests.

[Just a teeny bit shortly:] I honor my agreements. My word is good.

If Carnage wishes to take your life or otherwise involve himself with your affairs, I will abstain.

Reassuring. I expect your word to be good.

... If he expresses any such interest, will you inform me?

It is. One of the reasons I rarely give it out.

[Pauses, pensively.]

...I will do so if it will not endanger my own life in the process, and if I am not the only one he tells this to - which would undoubtedly out me as the informant, were you to act. That is a fair agreement, is it not?

Plenty fair. And really -- I wouldn't be so obvious. You don't have to worry about this getting out to anyone.

[ Pauses, and then tosses the bottle over to Takaya. ]

I would indeed hope so. You've little use for a corpse.

[Smooooth catch. Also nom nom pills to alleviate that freaking headache.]

Much obliged, Mr. Osborn. You have my gratitude for your benevolence.

[ Smirks a little at that. ]

It's no trouble. I'll be in contact -- soon, I'd imagine. But who knows, maybe I won't need you right away.

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