A Bad Boy Crashes The Party [Adam] [Post WW4 Conference Event]

Odd. This pulsation of dread was very odd. There was a sense of fear within Adam on this day. Of course, behind that blood smirk of his would no one see that. Yet, as he sent out his messages to all communication systems in Russia to alert them of his purpose for coming, reflections of the things that mattered to him in his life played in his mind. A new love from the embrace of Celeste, the attachment of his daughter, South America's need for a leader, and Eden's Evolution were all things which weighed him down.

Of course, Adam was no fool. There were emergency protocols put into place to eject him from a hostile circumstance should he find himself one in this meeting. In spite of that, however, he didn't want harm to befall those who had gotten closer to him. It was maddening as he was used to be bold, fearless, and uncaring about such things due to living alone for so many decades. If he died in the past? None of it mattered since he only had to factor in the terrorist he worked with's desire to live or die and himself. Now? It was a lot more complicated and he had connections to this world.

So, to ease his nerves, the male took a soft exhale of breath as his ship landed near one of the docking stations of this mass festival. With the glorious rays of the maiden sun shimmering down on him, the male saw this bright dawn as his potential to clear his name. Yeah, there would always be blood on his hand and he could live with that, but after the Lux Orior's attempts to apprehend him came into play; there was an obligation within himself to make sure those close to him didn't get caught up in the bloodshed of his past.

Thus, by coming to this neutral grounds did Adam seek to gain a way to clear his name, absolve his attachments to the Monsuta and deem himself not a criminal threat to the world for the time being. The war was over and perhaps such oversights could be dismissed. If not, he was prepared to go back into hiding, bid his time, and do what it takes to ensure the safety of what he built. However, that was not his intent. He hoped peaceful negotiations could work for now.

Hence, anyone who followed him at this point was holding themselves as a potential hazard in this gamble. To those in his network, he sent his intentions out, and if they were to follow, they were placing their own safety in jeopardy. Perhaps Demonica, Ulv, or someone powerful could assist him; but if not he'd find his own way.

"Heh, I guess this is where I show myself in? You can't have a good party without a bad boy crashing it."

With a wriggle of his nose, the male stepped forth into the bay and awaited for whoever to show up to greet him. So no matter what happened after this point -- he was Adam: the mad terrorist boy wonder. And he'd be damned if he went down like a bitch here and now.