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To a degree, it would prove rather easy to let the male spill out all the beans about himself, this area and potential acquisition targets for his ambitions. As Adam did not feel he was speaking nearly as much as this creature of abnormalities was, but it proved to work in his favor as the male understood what he was dealing with quite well. So, he'd just nod his head and play along with it for now since the other individual seemed to enjoy going on long tangents.

"You are in pain because you are a walking, talking vessel of the worst negativism which humanity has to offer. That is what the real form of a hollow is and why I pity you."

Adam seemed to be focused on being precise and cutting out excess information to get straight to the point in this circumstance. And, from the information he acquired, that is where the root of this individual's heartache came from. With hollows taking the worst aspects of humankind within their soul when they pass and become converted to that toxic existence, it's no wonder that Yaksha wants to harm himself, ramble on and try to latch on to anything that would put him out of his misery.

Which is why, from out of thin air, a metallic looking knife emerged within the male's right hand from his cluster of chi energy that surrounded his body like a gold mist. Within this weapon reflected the strong circulation of love, happiness and embrace filling it's every being; while the surging pressure of progression, desire, and hunger for more burned with the pulsation of a burning heat of yearning will inside this object. After pointing the tip of the blade towards Yaksha's direction, Adam leaned his head forward and gave a warm smile as he felt a powerful surge of affection fill his every waking body.

"And while you may try to change your face and aura, you should know that if you ever wish to take a chance and revert to your human origins, I can grant you that. It's quite the tragedy that so many spirits have become nothing but errors and allow themselves to decay to madness. It breaks my heart to see that."

And, despite his overly giddy appearance, that wasn't exactly a lie. The love within Eve wanted to see all those who found themselves contorted into hideous creatures such as hollows find their way back to their original forms so that they could find peace. So with the blade in his hand, Adam fed off that sense of fulfillment that was burning within himself from Eve. As he envisioned her love thumping within his essence; guiding him towards the kill to release another miserable spirit back to where they belong: a human with a free will, an uncorrupted mind and the ability to evolve into something so grand with their unhinged mind.

Then, with a simple exhaling of breath, Adam let his lovely knife ease to his side and let the male speak further. If nothing else, he could prove to provide an excellent source of information to extract, a medium to find people to supply the right tools to arm themselves with and align some new workers for his grand ambitions for the world and the people who live within it. Thus, Adam was quite pleased with the hollow's response and rewarded him with the creation of a chocolate bar. Now, bare in mind, Adam had no idea of what this male's OCD obsession with the substance, but he figured good behavior should be indulged in the form of sweets.

"Consider it a gift. That's useful information. I'll need both people who can crack skulls, people who need kneecaps lost and individuals who don't need to be found or those who do need to be found."

After he had been finished speaking, there was a lone index finger that rose up on his left finger as Adam's eyes lit with a sense of grand contentment.

"I have money, resources, and swaying power at my disposal and I'm always looking for contractors, soldiers or anyone who has a morbid curiosity in turning this planet into something more...interesting."

Then, without much of a care in the world, Adam pressed a red holographic button that appeared above his left index finger. With that single tap came the release of a wormhole that dumped one million USD on the male. People, land, resources; they were all just objects to be utilized, directed and made to make a whole machine operate and function in the hands of those aware enough to manage such affairs. Adam saw himself as such a being and wanted the male before him to be a part of that vision and play his part as he so rightfully should. After all, the mark of this universe scarred his spirit into the sorry mess it was now and that was utterly tragic.

"If you wish to be one of my workers, then just accept."

That's all there was to it. All he needed to do from here was refuse or accept the offer given to him. Of course, Adam would clear things up if there was any confusion on his part. As, to him, that would only be fair and wise to do.

"And I could care less about how you seem. All I care for is if you can produce results or not. Being conventional will not take you far when working for me."

Coding By: [THEFROST]

"You know, I loathe those who generalize."

The hollow said nothing else, simply watched the child in front of him with that same negligent, faintly predatory smirk. He stood there, hands folded across his chest, as the boy spawned a knife, and then a chocolate bar, and then money. All of it tooled towards the goal of getting in his head; of trying to provoke him, or make a fool of him again. Anything in the world to make others fit their concepts of themselves, and the world around them.

"I have no need for your money. I have my own. I thank you for the opportunity. But I am no one's...worker. I am not a piece of wheat, to be reaped and sifted through. I understand that you have no reason to believe me, or to care, but none of what you're saying changes the matter at hand."

He stared at the small child, gaze piercing through him, trying to unfurl him layer by layer, to find the underlying truth of the matter. He had grown remarkably quiet, intensely so, as he watched for every little motion, every single tell. It was something he'd done a few times in the past, but never before had it been quite so difficult. This child was toying with him, pushing right back, offering resistance in all the right ways. And strangely enough, Yaksha felt excited by it. This child was, after all, trying to tap into something he considered a commodity. Why not start tapping him right back?

"Are you familiar with the cold read? It's a beautiful little trick. I've seen it performed a few hundred times, and I've spent a long time trying to perfect the craft. It helps when you have a lot of sleepless nights, and have a great deal of unsavory appetites in need of sublimation. I think, if I'm going to acknowledge you, it's only fair that we have a real heart-to-heart. We'll continue this topic over dinner. I'm in the mood for risotto."

He turned around, walking away with a steady, precise walk, his face wearing that same careless, automatic smile. It would've been nearly impossible to notice the pauses that came, perhaps one every ten or twenty steps, as he blinked for just a second too long, probing outwards in an attempt to read the aura of the boy behind him. To ensure that, even now, he still had an audience.

"Grisly, grisly talk. From one so young. Insinuating that killing one's self is the only way to be happy. You're giving me goosebumps."