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"So," Fatal asked, not really caring one way or the other, but interested in examining Travis' psyche, "commanding the world to peace by means of a show of force is 'not preferable' but definitely okay?" Yeah--what kind of logic was that? The end justifies the means? A suitable philosophy for those of the evil calling, but not really a typical belief for those of the good side of the line.

Fatal picked up a vial full of a blue liquid. It sloshed around when shaken, and made no bubbles or fizzing. It clearly was not a soft drink.

Fatal laughed. "Says me, yes. But you didn't answer the question. Commanding the world to peace by a show of force is okay? Conquering the world's freedom for peace is 'acceptable'?"

Fatal was evil. His plans were evil, his intents harmful to others. He didn't hide that. But here Travis was, going entirely the wrong way with his attempts to do good. Misguided truly described him.

Fatal could only chuckle at Travis' odd behavior. If he cared enough, he might go to lengths to correct the misguided angel's misconceptions.

((No difference to Fatal.))

"Have you stopped to reflect on the means to do so?" Fatal asked, now examining a yellow vial. No, the contents were clear, but the vial was yellow. A strange residue on the inside, caused by the contact of glass to the liquid. This looked promising.

"Karma, or whatever you call him, is a manipulator. But I've said enough. Come to your own decision. Now, what did you come here to talk to me about, again?"

Fatal dropped a vial, and cursed at it rebounded off of the floor. Not breaking, fortunately enough. But the vial rolled away, full of a dark red liquid or substance, and under a nearby shelf. The shelves were heavy metal, bolted to the wall in most places.

Fatal choked and began coughing. It took several minutes before, between the laughing and choking, he could speak again. "You... you... my violent ways? I have no comment." Fatal crouched to the floor attempting to retrieve the red vial. Waiting to hear the rest of Travis' proposal. Assuming that he simply didn't want to just 'make' Fatal do anything. There would be a plan. Fatal wondered what Kranza hoped to accomplish... might be worth the visit just to try and see.

Fatal's mouth curved into a sly grin. "I said nothing of the sort," he replied, before finally resorting to magic to retrieve the vial. A small rat, created from shadow, appeared and rolled the vial to Fatal's waiting hands. Then the rat ran around Travis' foot and out a door, to a destination unknown. "I was just questioning your own sense of morality. Of myself I have no qualms or self-imposed illusions. So. Am I correct in assuming that you still expect me to visit Kranza in his... lair?"

The red vial disappeared in a cloak, along with the yellow one and the blue one. On second thought, however, the blue one went back, and a second yellow one was retrieved. Along with a few other vials of different, varying colors. And some that possessed no color, but tiny floating creatures, instead.

One, labeled with a single K, caught Fatal's attention very quickly. "This is a very unique specimen," he muttered. It was a dead creature of some sort, tiny, but dead. Fatal possessed the ability to restore the dead. He possessed many abilities.

More mumbling, but most of it was incoherent at this point.

"Then it can be done on a neutral ground," Fatal replied, "if at all. Since you are most obviously going to attempt to slay me once again if I refuse, and I cannot really afford this place to be damaged. We would both die, mind you, if any of many unfortunate combinations of chemicals were to mix in here. There would not even be any trophy remains, after that."

More vials into a cloak. Some into a belt. More into other hidden pockets. Fatal was having a glorified field trip.

"Find a mutually inclusive area," Fatal told Travis finally, "somewhere that doesn't leave me at a critical disadvantage should a fight ensue, and I promise I will indeed talk to your master. Though you should consider rethinking your blind faith and acceptance of his will. That's all. You may go."

Fatal, apparently, intended to stay in the Grotto, to look through more... things.

((Gtg.))

Kranza's voice echoed in Travis' mind, 'I have sent him a message regarding this, I shall not meet him on neutral ground, however he will not be harmed while in my domain, I have made this promise, and as such you have the choice to make this promise or not.'

((Fatal-seriously, check subspace, Kranza sent you a message))

Kranza nodded, 'Let him, I can handle it if he turns against us.'