Owner	Pose
Kar'ras	Kar'ras flew back to the tower easily enough, and he looks to the various doors. He stares at the amarok door. He remembered this person complaining about him. Ah well. He knocks on the door, reserving his strength so he can keep from tearing the door down. Now he waits.
Dan Richter	A few moments later, a burst of static barely precedes a voice behind Kar'ras, "You need something?" The voice is the cold monotone of the perpetually armored Amarok. There was no sounds or anything signaling his arrival. It's as if he suddenly came into being on the spot.
Kar'ras	"Yes!" Kar'ras says jumping slightly as he turns to the armored being. "I thought since you seem to be perpetually dour all the time, that we should hang out. Get to know one another, so when I can become a titans we can be allies in arms!" He says with a happy smile trying to be cheerful. He watches Amarok and wonders what he looks like under that armor. probably a weak human.
Dan Richter	Amarok stares blankly....Not surprising considering his mask lacks facial features or expressions, but even still, it's clear even through the mask his stare is blank. After about five full seconds he finaly crackles back in, still in monotone, "I suppose the english lesson can wait....." He turns his head a bit to eye the rest of the room, shrugs, and gives a side-nod towards the couch, going to grab a seat with an apparent bit of strain in the simple motion. A moment later, and the monotone crackles in again, "Whadda ya wanna know?"
Kar'ras	Kar'ras nods as he follows the man to the couch and sits down so he can face him. "Well lets start off with some basic questions, like Are you from Metropolis or Gotham?" He asks curiously as he smiles at the man. "I am from Tamaran but I am afraid I dont know much about my world." He says calmly.
Dan Richter	Amarok looks over and seems to study Kar'ras for a bit before answering, turning his head back forward as he begins, "I was born in Gotham...But I've spent most of my life traveling from place to place.....Mostly Europe and Middle East."
Kar'ras	Kar'ras nods. "So where did you train?" He asks curiously. "My fighting style is mostly self taught. I was taught the basics of combat by my master and have perfected it during the times he sent me to invade worlds." Kar'ras says as he watches him.
Dan Richter	Amarok once more goes quiet, a fairly long time this one. Then finaly, he crackles back to life, "........My training started from the time I could walk. I know this, because the same day my sister threw a dagger at my face.....I only survived because I tripped and fell on my face....Took three months for the hair to grow back in straight....From there, various other family members, then those that owed the family favors, so on and so forth.....Training only stops when you're dead. Never forget that."
Kar'ras	Kar'ras nods. "Sounds normal, atleast to me. Why hide out in armor all the time? There are special technology which can help you become veen better without it." He asks as he watches the man.
Dan Richter	The monotone breaks, just a bit, taking on a somewhat hostile tone, "Any form of technology that improves you beyond your true abilities with no requirements from you is the tool of a weak mind. If you /can/ do it without such a crutch, you /should/ do it without such a crutch." He pauses and his tone returns to the standard monotone when he resumes, "Besides. I can only move so many resources without being noticed so quickly. My equipment is largely illegal for a civilian to have, and must all be custom made, much of it by people other than me."
Kar'ras	"Why do you help others? Someone like you, like me, could end up doing much much worse. Do you believe in a right or wrong mentality?" He asks curiously as he studies the man. "I do it because I wanted to talk to someone, not kill them."
Dan Richter	Yet again, Amarok goes quiet, leaning forward and staring intently ahead out the window and into the darkness of the night, "......There are many people in this world, truely evil people, deserving of death, a rightous vengeance to cleave them like a blade......But I dont have the right to decide that....No one alive has the right to decide that.....The best I can do, is stop them in the moment, punish them for their crimes in ways they wont forget...But anything more than that, is beyond my right to do...I never claimed to be a good person...But there are good people in the world...And I have the power to protect them...If I can, I will...Because if we all simply say, not me...." He turns to Kar'ras, "....then who?"
Kar'ras	"I wish I could say the same. I have done things...terrible things to many people...all because my master preferred them dead instead of simply knocked out....I tried to not kill but instead they were slaughtered and tortured because I didnt have the stomach for it. So When I have to kill, I make it painless...I dont revel in it...I used to but...I want to be good. I want to help people, not hurt them." Kar'ras says.
Dan Richter	Amarok's voice changes again, now quiet as a whisper, and hollow as the void, "....I've killed before....More than once....My team and were captured while on a job.....All I remember for months, was drugs, knives, shocks, beatings......One day, my guard thought cutting off the soles of my feet had left me unconscious, and let his guard down, didn't redo the restraints properly....All I remember was red, blood everywhere....By the time I was done, I was dripping with it, it was all I could taste, all I could see....And every last one of them was dead.....When I found my team....." He trails off again, his head lowering down to stare at the floor, ".....I gathered what supplies I could find, food, water, the basics....Took me three days dragging myself through the desert, the sand burning like hellfire every moment...But I finaly found my way back....More than half dead, and barely more than a gibbering mess........"
Kar'ras	Kar'ras nods as he watches the man. "We both have been through alot. It is difficult, but it is possible to make some good come from it. We are helping people" He says as he moves a hand to pat the man's shoulder and realized he touched him and moved quickly to keep from offending the man.
Dan Richter	Amarok reflexively jerks away from the pat, but says nothing about it directly, ".....It's not enough....It's never enough....." He sighs and looks back up, his tone re-monotoning, "But that's neither here nor there." He leans back, "....So, how do you know....What was her name....K-Ko-....Koril Ander?" Smooth.
Kar'ras	"Her sister rules the planet. She drove Koriand'r off of it and began ruling over the masses with an iron fist. She gave my master 100 tamaraneans to experiment with so she could have a fighting force of superpowered beings." Kar'ras explains. "If Koriand'r meets her sister she will kill her. At this point I am inclined to let her."
Dan Richter	Amarok is quiet for a moment, but when he speaks, his monotone remains, "....As far as I'm concerned, if she wants to kill her sister, that fight is between them. I will not stop her.....But as I am sworn to the Titans, I will aid her for but the asking."
Kar'ras	"I dont know what it is like to have a sibling. Anyone my age I met I was ordered to kill. Anyway I been trying to distract her from her sister. This planet, is making intergalactic news. I am surprised my master hasnt found me yet. He always finds me, no matter where I hide...I think the technology I am embedded with has some sort of tracking chip built in."
Dan Richter	"I have many siblings.....All of them have tried to kill me.....But I'm told I'm not..." Amarok makes air quotes, "Normal." He leans back and sighs a bit, "If I had to guess, there are probably several tracers in you. Likely attached to major organs, so removing them will kill you....It's a matter of time before he comes, make no mistake.....But I'll defend you to the death when he does." Even with this announcement of stalwart defence, Amarok's tone is still utterly devoid of emotion. It seems that only immense personal tragedy or blows to his percieved pride can shift him from that."
Kar'ras	"It feels good to have friends like you, Amarok." Kar'ras says with a smile. His stomach then growls and he chuckles softly. "I am going to go find something to eat. Would you like to join me?" He asks curiously.
Dan Richter	Amarok shakes his head slightly, turning to look at Kar'ras, and points at the mouthless mask, "Cant." Was that a joke!? Oh my flying spaghetti monster god! "But you enjoy. I need to go review some security measures. Make sure they're up to snuff." He rises and begins making his way towards the elevator as the screen fades to black.