"This mission is hardly what it seems," Angel mused as he stood atop the hotel Stratosphere with his lovely partner gazing down as if observing ants go about their daily dreary routine. "Something very interesting is afoot and the blue print of madness is spread before us, can you see it my dear Sorella." XII continued; his spectacles radiated a brilliant red, reflecting the glow of the crescent moon above him. 

"These are......only.....speculations," the prodigy replied. Her mismatched eyes, stoic and cold, complimenting her partner's eerily veiled gaze. 

"True enough, yet of one thing we are certain. We have guests who have yet to be acquainted, lets pave the path to which fools are to tread." A mischievous grin shaped his face, a visage of malicious intent. 

"Ooh a game!" A suddenly chirp echoed in a tone brimming with cheer. "Will we be playing 'capere avem', please say yes big brother!" The little girl twirled excitedly as the second infamous personality of the Chrono finally awoke to greet her Fratello. 

"I had a feeling that would wake you up," The Asylum's tone seeming uncharacteristically kind for someone known as the Blood Draped Angel. But then again it is this unshakeable bond that earned them the title of i Gemellie de Demone for the characteristic of family is never blood it is loyalty and even demons share that sentiment. 

"Horay!" The Chrono cheered, lifting her arms and flailing them about enthusiastically while twirling once more. "Can I make the birdie, pretty pretty please?" Two puppy dog eyes stared back at her partner awaiting submission, for refusal was futile. 

With a sarcastic sigh Angel agreed to humor his partner and her overly zealous nature, observing the little girl lost in her errand, giving birth to a radiating orb that slowly grew in between her palms. 

Capere avem translated to 'catch the bird', a popular game played by Asylums where the objective is to reach the target before any other team, a race without limitations and the only rule being the Alchemists must remain covert. While this is often though as a means of a friendly competition, an ice breaker among Asylums its too purpose is for each team to understand the capabilities of their co-workers, to gauge their skill level. 

"I did it!" The Chrono exclaimed with joy as she danced about waving a large orb of pure Alchemic energy.

"Ladies and gentleman, I would like to interrupt your nonsensical lives for a special announcement," Angel telepathically shouted across Vegas, an open channel for all. "I am sure you all know the tradition when more than two teams are involved, we play a game and compliance is mandatory. So lets us see who reaches the birdie first, the winner will get a very special surprise." 

With that the telepathic message ended and the orb within Rena's hand found itself being swung with enough force to have it land near the outskirts of Vegas, floating around 300 feet in the air. 

"As one game ends another begins," Angel whispered coyly, his crimson figure standing behind the three teams that had gathered around one another, the newbies, the Raven Aegis and Toxic Serenity. 

"Bickering like fools you forget on what you tread," As the Crimson Asylum whispered these words imbued with Alchemy, the floor beneath the three teams discreetly liquified and instantaneously hardened around their feet, trapping them. Even for an untrained Alchemist, escaping such a trivial bind would be no problem, however that wasn't the real trap. 

"Oh my, someone help please. These people they are trapped, they can't move, their feet!" The innocent Chrono screamed, her enticingly dreadful tone gathering an abundance of bystanders, all gathering at the spot staring at the individuals who had their feet encased in pavement. 

As the crowd of individuals increased, the Chrono calmly walked away with a innocent wink aimed at the Asylums. Her little act ensuring the efforts of these Asylums is tripled, for now witnesses stood all around and the option of simply utilizing a supernatural force such as Alchemy to break the bonds was out of question. 

"Welcome to the City of Sin and we are the Demons."