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a look over his shoulder. they were within public space, but a private domain. here they could talk. he had no need to wear the facade of 'dawn grandier', even though his head bandage was worn around his forehead. "priam, one of a dozen i've longed to see." a boy with enthusiasm and some potential. he would serve well to act as his protege, for should something happen to cadis there was no telling what could come of rocket.

someone would need to take up the throne.

"with our 'family' still under reconstruction. i wanted to come to ask you something, aside from myself..." he'd casually begin to walk offstage. "would you consider yourself more of a follower or a leader?" he began to walk toward the panel. "is there anyone you'd be willing to follow, aside from myself, if i were to step down and hand my title to another?" arms folded to his chest, awaiting to hear an answer. a smile worn all the while, black hues sat upon the rocket member.

notes: hehe, hi.

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kingsley did possess potential, a fine answer. "it's important that king chooses their succesor..." he'd turn his back on priam. walking away, he'd continue to speak, "...if i were to meet an untimely end, i'd hate for those apart of our family to be lead by a fool." preferably one who wasn't as war hungry as silas. as if rocket were capable of taking such a beating at this time. "someone who has the ability to produce merits, make sound judgement, uplift, tear off their mask when needed, and bear their fangs at a moments notice." none of this applied to the gullible, slowly developed rocket member.

turning toward priam, he'd wear a simple smile. "you've potential, if i'm not mistaken rumor had it that you were one of silas's favorites." a hand was brought to his chest, a warm smile worn, "i thank you for staying by his side in my absence. it's a shame that he was met with a sudden end." silas, though a madman, was, too, human. he had dreams. he had a life. to have been extinguished at the hands of the league--the hands of kyle lopez --he wanted nothing more than to see them burn.

"our current objective is to make sure that our comrade--our family--knows peace. be it through the gathering of their heads or their organizations downfall, we move with vengeance." and once silas knew peace. it was then that rockets goal could set in motion. "i wish for dahlia goode 's life to be mine. her head will not suffice." gripping his fist upon stretching his hand outward, cadis continued, "her death will not grant silas peace, she must know what it feels to lose something precious. she must learn that a life is like the night--all too brief." only then could their former leader rest.

a temperamental tone of somber sound did not match cadis's ennui look. though he harnessed fiery words that spewed vengeance, his hollow gaze remained neutral. but if priam possessed a lucairo it would feel, hell even see, a disgusting, terribly horrific aura. showcasing how well kempt his emotions were. "which is why i plan to teach you everything silas bestowed unto me, priam."

notes: hehe, hi.

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"you've got potential, among a few others." the lineup was steadily growing day by day. "but don't get too excited. your training won't be starting at the moment, not until your tutor has given me the say so." she was scheduled to arrive sometime soon. he just wasn't sure when to be exact.

"their name is circe crowley, a promising new asset i've added to rocket." she was to oversee the growth of each rocket. with high-intellect, she would serve as a new addition to the research team. cadis trusted her psychological expertise and ability to teach the youth, which is why he'd be leaving priam within her hand. "of course, if you don't come to see eye-to-eye with her or have some sort of compatibility, let me know. you'll be serving as a test for her as well." yes, the most uneducated member to be placed under the wing of a well-rounded comrade.

he needed to see if she were worth the time and money. if no progress is made within priam, then not only will he serve as a lost cause but the female, known as circe crowley, too. "her life hangs in the balance of your hands. so do treat her well as if she were your own mother--ah..." arms folded before him, a hand was then brought to his lower chin. "priam, by chance are you an orphan?" cadis would follow up with another question, "have you ever known your parents?" how did this child come to join rocket.

notes: hehe, hi.

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examining priam carefully. he took in every shift in movement, expression, and breathing. cadis wondered if such a topic had been a touchy subject. he'd come to move in closer, closing the distance between them. where priam sat upon one sat cadis stood upon the other. "priam." he spoke within his usual soft tone. the casual calm disposition worn.

"you will have to learn to play the role, eventually." it was rumored that among rocket there were many unstable and complex minds working underneath silas who, himself, too, possessed a crack upon his mental noggin. but that was what made silas powerful, a force to be reckon with. "what silas lacked he made up for in power, what you lack you, too, make up for it in power." priam can be produce results. there's no doubt about it, but he had a lot to learn about being human.

"emotions are a powerful drug. they can be used against you or a motivational source of power--in silas's case, they were both." and he admired him for it. "silas was able to balance the two, but in the end his desire for greater power led him to his downfall." priam had a lot of growing to do mentally and there was no doubt about that.


"remember this, emotions have another name: humanity, and humanity is one of the human race's greatest weaknesses and strengths." cadis began to plod around the panel and toward priam. he'd come to turn the male's chair, hands placed upon the armchairs as he'd lean in, speaking within a hushed tone, "human beings are emotional creatures and when they can't control their emotions, it becomes their weakness; preventing them from thinking logically and rationally." he'd sever himself priam.

hands were placed into his pocket as he began to walk away. "of course, it's not easy to functionally suppress your humanity upon the surface. it takes time and dedication. for starters, you need the willingness to become a remorseless calculative killer. i doubt you have the motivation to do that right now, but in time you will." a nonchalant smile was worn. cadis had reasons to doubt priam's abilities at this time, but that didn't diminish his strength and status as a rocket who has solidified his seat beside the boss.

notes: idk what i wrote, i'm tired.

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a laughter followed after the utterance of his 'capability to kill' were spoken on. "it's not a matter of being able to kill, it's about being able to do what must be done in order to get what's needed." those were the men who worked alongside cadis. there was no one who fully understood cadis--not even cadis understood himself till this very day. but he was able to do what must be done for the sake of a goal.

"let me ask you this," cadis began, "if a plan involved the harm of children, could you do it without batting an eye?" a hardened stare was thrown his way. without blinking, he'd await an answer to be given. "could you handle the thought of taking a parent from a child and vice versa?" cadis could never trust those who were able to allow their emotion to cloud their judgement.

the only exception to that rule was silas. he was a man who allowed his self-righteousness and desires to lead him, a great stimulant but a foolhardy mistake. if only he'd been here to help guide his predecessor. "i lack the ability to understand 'the human concept', priam." his eyes shifted into a narrowing form, "winning, losing, good, bad, wrong, right--i never understood any of that...rather..." a hand was brought to his chin.

"you could say i never understood the meaning of them, even though it's something natural that every human is born with. it's not something you should have to learn, but i had to learn all of it by watching." placing his hand over his heart, the tips of his fingers were gently pressed over his left pectoral. silence fell briefly as he paused.




"i...am not human." that's right. he never saw himself as one, he was born different. "i had to learn how to become human." which brought his spiel back to priam's question, "it's not a matter of 'not having enough', it's a matter of how far are you willing to walk in the shoes of a monster." could he wear the mask of one? if he thought silas was bad, he had yet to see what lengths cadis was willing to go.



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