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[The man who is on the Plane now is very old. His beard is long and gray and his hair still full, though the colour matches his beard. In contrast, he wears a robe of bright colours, held together with a sash. Even the sash is festive, all gold and light blues and greens and purple. Overall, he gives the impression of life and living things, unlike the more mechanical Twins.

He sits at a stone table with a simple game of chess set-up. He doesn’t seem to be playing, merely pondering it. He speaks, looking up now.]

It seems I am able to access this place again. It has been far too long…and not a moment to soon, I’m afraid. Now, I know you’re all listening so I have some news to bring you. It seems there’s another…experiment gone awry. It is not an entirely pleasant one, either.

You see, there are people called Angels. They exist through the existence of others. They’re usually a good sort but when the minds are wrong… [A pause and he shakes his head.] There is nothing that can be done. They succumb to madness and obsession, turning violent and unreasonable.

I am sure you can guess why I fought so hard to get through to this place and warn you all. They are here and drawn to you, especially you all, since some of you allowed them to exist. You’re going to have to help me get them. I’m far too old for these things now. There’s no secret weakness, no special trick. They’re dangerous and the best I can do is tell you about them.

[He moves a pawn forward with a heavy hand.] Bring them in whatever condition you can manage to the great opening on this Plane. May they rest well and may you all be safe.

((ooc: Plot start! See here and here for the full details.))

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{D:!! That sounds a lot like akuma}

Sir, what "great opening" do you mean?

[The man looks up with a small smile.]

Ah, forgive me. There is an opening on the Plane. It is cold and not entirely large at the moment but you should be able to make use of it.

... 'Angels'? I'm assuming that's just what they're called, not... something along the more traditional sort of angels.

[This guy is giving him the creeps, and the stuff he's talking about sounds all too familiar.]

{He nods}

How much danger are the people here in, exactly?

[He sighs, seeming tired now.]

I would like to say that the danger is small but I cannot predict what actions the Angels will take. They can at times be reasonable but I would...advise caution. If they are beyond reason, then you lose the luxury of holding back.

{He smiles a little}

Don't worry, then. I'll do my best to protect the people here.

[That earns a chuckle.]

Oh, no, they are not Angels in the holy sense. They do, however, have wings and their own divine purpose. Some say their appearance inspired the old images of angels.

[Kaizer smiles back.]

Thank you, young man! I would not want needless death. Ah. Proper introduction. My name is Kaizer. Please seek me out if you need any assistance. I may be old but I'm not useless.

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kaizer. My name is Allen Walker.

{He offers his hand to shake}

Well, I doubt I'll be the only one. Um, but...This is a hard question to answer, probably, but do these "Angels" have souls?

Great. Just... just great. And the only weapon I know how to use is a whip.

[He rubs his forehead.] At least I can run fast.

Did someone say they're offering cannon-fodder?

[Kaizer shakes his hand firmly.]

It's wonderful to meet you. And no, it's a perfectly valid question to ask. They do have a soul. Or rather, fragments of souls. It is part of why they are unstable.

I trust you all to handle yourselves. Hopefully, those who cannot will stay away from them. Though...if they fall under certain categories, I suppose that would be tough.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

I don't think I said that anywhere.

{He nods again}

Then I might be especially suited to sav--er, fighting them. It's kind of my job at home.

You said 'whatever condition you can manage.' I'm notoriously bad at bringing in things alive. Sounds a lot like cannon-fodder to me.

Mm.

[He crosses his arms.] Who are you, anyway?

Is that so? That's a stroke of luck. Are you used to dealing with more...violent people?

You couldn't manage to bring them back alive?

My name is Kaizer. I'm just an old man who hopes for the best in the world.

I wouldn't bother trying.

And why not? Most people would try to help others.

...I have the pleasure of working with them sometimes.

In that case, at least you have an advantage in this situation. I'm sorry that you have to deal with it in the first place.

{He laughs sheepishly}

No, no, don't be sorry. It's just my duty, since I'm an exorcist. It doesn't matter whether I'm home or not, since I promised to protect people either way.

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