Doubtful Regret and Remembrance

 A phone rings as a woman walks past it. This hasn't happened before, I could continue with my plan, risk the possible information, or go on with my plan and see if this was of any importance after the damage has been dealt? Before she can make a conscious decision she finds her hand already a second away from swiping to answer. " I suppose any information is good information right now." she states to herself softly

"Hey murder woman." It was Zylax who was calling, his voice low but stable "I don't know how, but I just felt that you were gonna pick up. Could we meet somewhere? I was hoping I could offer you services in exchange you would stop all the weird things that have been happening in my life." The wind blows behind him causing the sound of leaves rustling to follow

Zen said if I made him trip, but right now I'm being given the opportunity to kill him, from the man in question. I can take this and claim that there was no guideline along the situation of him asking for me to stop in exchange of services Ms.Vertige inhales shortly inhales "Well, I do have debts and debtors but they're all people in high places, power, money.. status they have it all. How can you assure me that employing you has no chance of stabbing me in the back?" There's a pause on Zylax's side Why are you so hard to break? I just want to end this as quickly as possible. 

"Allow protection for my.. family and you'll have the loyalty of a war dog to his companions" Zylax lowers his dazed eyes

He sounds… Tired, what did the cat's Quinx do to him, and why is he still alive!? Ms.Vertige brushes her coffee colored hair back "You really don't have anything to offer me huh?" She sighs feigning exhaustion "I guess I'll take it. Tonight you'll meet me at " Arthur's Rutty Olives" before the moon reaches its peak" She then hangs up quickly then exhales, her serious demeanor falls "I should be able to control most of his missions, so I'll start manipulating them today onward. This is what he wanted, this time I'll get it right." hopefully

Zylax looks at his phone's cracked screen as it dims "I should start to look into some of those records Victor has at his- our home. I think Shade has a night class today so I'll get some sleep, go to the meeting and pop by while she's asleep." Zylax takes another look at his phone's screen before shoving it in his pocket.

Victor looks at a decrepit building, the metallic looking stone peaks through black and purple vines Are these vines affected by time or are they just like this? When I think about it I think only I remember this place, let alone know of it; its past and secrets are.. "something." Victor walks through the intact doorway into a dark hallway before looking to the left where a candle stands lit on a dinner table, as the smell of fresh ink invades his nose.

"Hey Vik you said you wanted to meet me but unfortunately I can't give you my full attention right now." States a white haired male that seems keen on writing "Is this about the recent threats from the council?" he questions as he dips his quill

Victor grunts before stepping forward "Well you see sir-" 

The sitting male interrupts "Vik we've been friends since middle school, call me by my name." he says reassuringly.

"Listen, Ikenam; are you sure that what we're doing is right, tricking the world with our Quinxes? I get it's for the idea of equality but shouldn't we let words and actions do the talking?" His voice is shaky as he rubs his right hand with his left

Nervous, Well. Ikenam clears his throat "While this method is questionable and can be corrupted it's the only one with a high success rate; I can understand your doubts, after all you don't believe in the ends justifying the means, but when the question is the freedom of others shouldn't any positive intention filled means justify the ends? We're not using our Quinxes to harm people but to change their view. I do have plans incase anyone, including myself, were to misuse their power." His hand write slowly as he speaks in warm and somewhat feminine voice

"But if we strip away that freedom, would the ends last long? Wouldn't everyone just revert back after we're done? Y-You don't plan to keep them under control forever RIGHT!?" Victor's mood changes from worry to anger quickly with the candles flame growing hotter

Ikenam looked at the flame then to Victor, his eyes were full of disappointment but also showed that he understood. "To keep people under control would mean to sacrifice their freedom, that would be the opposite of what we're trying to do." he sighs before dipping quill "Remember we have allies in high places, and they weren't forced allies but allies who truly wish to stand with us in this fight. To keep control over people would be to make those allies into enemies " The candle goes out as a cold breeze blows through the hall

"I was on my way to your home, then I realized Someone may not be all so welcoming of my presence." Zylax says coming down from the mossy wooden stairs, with each word and step the dust unsettles and the boards creak. "I'm making a mistake, I don't want to tell anyone what it is but I do want to ask you all to forgive me." His eyes locked on the silver patched bronze candle holder.

I always feel comforted by this place, a home I never had was founded by those who also thought that of this building. "No matter the mistake, doors will always be open to you; just be sure to not destroy them next time." Victor says with a stern face looking into the room.

his voice remained as fatherly as it always has. Zylax exhales then closes his eyes "Thank you." He replies with a small smile looking down at his feet. "I get why you don't want her to be a hero but you shouldn't fear her doing the same mistakes as you. I doubt I'll be turning into public enemy number one anytime soon." he chuckles But I do feel like I'll end up being a lot of people's enemy sooner than I use to expect

The fact that I betrayed people that saw me as family or as a friend is heavy but that's not why. Victor fidgets his hands in each other "I want her to stay away from the world of heroes because none of the ideologies of a hero stand true in our world. Sometimes I wonder if they would in another case." Victor starts to leave but stops right as he meets a dark oak dresser, seemingly untouched by time. "I'd forgive you if you let me take this home"

Zylax bursts into a chuckle that walks on the line of laughter "I'd say everyone would want you to have it, just keep up with it's maintenance." he points at the dresser while leaning back

"Cool, I could drop off whatever you were looking for here, if ya want."

Zylax gulps "Yeah" he says exasperated "I'll need your profiles of people who have debts, corrupt backgrounds, basically anything that's not murder but those too." he scratches his head while looking to the side

Damn it Zy! You're too much like your father, you made a bed and you're making the choice to lay in it Victor facepalms before squeezing his temples "Ok. Just don't die on us… M'kay?"

Zylax shoots finger pistols at Victor "I can promise to try."