Richard Istophon (Zehn)
The streets of The Underworld reeked of something lovely today, probably freshly spilt blood. Richard felt alleviated after drowning himself in the thick scent, but where was it radiating from. That didn't matter at this moment, for he had received a reminiscent blank envelope holding an all too familiar letter. "A very important meeting, heh." Richard was far from believing that this meeting was going to be of any importance, sure they group finally finished their five year training session, but who cared. 'Maybe Swain will actually show his face, oooooo, I wonder if his blood tastes, good...' Richard just adored basking in the scent, or drowning in the feel, or especially cherishing the taste of the thick red liquid.
His lengthy trek through The Underworld came to stop upon entering the Krux Building. He walked into the bland waiting room; it was too empty for his taste, and unlucky for him, he wasn't the tenth person to enter. Richard was always the tenth person to attend a meeting or any gathering for that matter, he just loved being tenth. That was what he loved, the number ten, and well being consistent was a plus. "Ah, I'm early." Richard entered the room rather quietly, noticing the multiple Harvesters that flooded the room, then placing his eyes on Havok. 'Oye, such a fellow, here?' Richard wasn't paying any particular attention to anything, but noticed that Frankenstein was standing before him. "Ah, I believe I forgot about the little 'play date' we had scheduled. I apologize Frankie, heh." Richard really didn't feel too bad about missing the play date, he just enjoyed the combat aspect of it.