Jack walked through the halls of the dark tower, humming some sinister tune with some spring in his step. He was starting to realize no one was around, or at least it seemed that way. It bothered him. He never liked it when Grimm was Salem’s only line of defense. Not that it was a big deal since the Grimm were in such quantity here not even the best Huntsmen could get through alive. There was part of him that was amused by the thought of seeing a Huntsman be torn to shreds and another part of him was terrified it could be him. However the former always could push the latter down. Especially here. The sweet loving child would die in an instant. Madness was his only salvation as it has been for years.
Jack stepped into the dark room illuminated by candles and crystals. Petrified wood chairs surrounded the grand table. Windows on all walls to the outside ominous appearance of this corner of the world.
“Jack, you have returned,” Salem’s lips curled upward ever so slightly. She sat at the head of the table in the only chair made of dark crystals.
“How's the progression on charging the core?”“Progressing swiftly, m’lady,” Jack bowed.
“The core is in the hands of Miss Oriole and her team, she hasn't a clue what it is and yet she's doing all the work for us.” Jack snickered at the thought.
“I hope your intentions for her remain the same when all's said and done,” Salem had a bitter look upon hearing Eve was alive still.
“The anticipation is killing me,” his grin turned sinister.
“Alas her knowledge of ancient history almost rivals yours. So unfortunately she still has use as a pawn.” His disappointed expression was paired with grand hand gestures.
“I told you the likely places to find the locations to charge the core. She is unnecessary.” Salem kept a disappointed tone.
“Yes but I enjoy toying with their lives,” Jack snickered. He pointed his open hand her direction,
“Besides wasn't it you who taught me to always use people in the worst way that destroys them?”“As long as that is your intention…” Salem knew of the other personality and was concerned it might be influencing and interfering in her plan to rid Ozpin of one of his most trusted. The sooner the better, the less of a chance for a change of heart and a greater chance she could keep the twisted child. Salem sighed,
“Watts should be here soon. We can further discuss this plan of yours when he arrives.”“Is Cinereous going to return soon?” Jack looked out the windows of the tower. His desire to meet his trainer was always great when he returned. Cinereous was an expert fighter, experienced in a vast number of fighting styles. There were always new ways to slaughter people he could learn from Cinereous. He'd take every chance he had to learn from him.
“He'll be away for a while,” Salem's relpy caused Jack to pout slightly.
“The task I gave him requires some delicate care. Some of the others may be joining us. Apart from Cinder and Cinereous, they should all be here today.”
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