Oops, It's a Sith Lord (open!)

[ruleoftwo]

[Today, inside the Old City's catacombs, there's... something else. It isn't a Pokemon. It's a person. That, given the very existence of the Delvers, isn't such a surprise. However, it isn't a Delver, either.]

[Darth Sidious wears what a member of a secretive cult should wear: a cloak, hood pulled up to cover his face, save for the yellow glow of his eyes. It's more than Enlightened power that obscures his identity as Sheev Palpatine.]

[He carries himself differently. This isn't a grandfatherly man walking about; he stalks, wearing that thick cloak, and while he's slightly hunched... there's something subtly spry about how he carries himself. And the crackle of purple light surrounding him -- well, that's nothing like Palpatine.]

[Sidious stares at something on the wall, trying to make sense of it. A Golurk hovers nearby, huge arms crossed.]

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[arachnocide]

[Kurapika was finding more places to practice his chain-wielding abilities, the Viridian forest was one place, but doing it too often disturbed the wildlife, the catacombs was a good spot - it'd teach him how to handle narrow spaces, he usually didn't see anyone, so a cloaked man caught his attention immediately. He gestures for Pario to stay put as he tries to move silently, to observe this man]

[ruleoftwo]

Good... good.

[And there's someone. Sidious turns, slowly. The hood stays up; golden eyes peer out from the cloak, slightly aglow. He was looking at an inscription on the wall, written out there; some relic of the ancient day.]

I didn't think I was alone down here.

[arachnocide]

[He takes a deep breath - spotted already, he figured it wouldn't do to try to continue to hide, as he steps out in full view of the cloaked stranger. If his eyes are keen enough, he might notice that Kurapika's body language was on guard, and he held his hand in a manner that suggest he's ready to unfurl the chain in a flick of the wrist]

What brings you down here?

[ruleoftwo]

Knowledge. There's much to be learned, in the old places of the world.

[There is a slight cackle, even. Because Sidious serves helpings of ham with every meal.]

And you?

[arachnocide]

Knowledge is useful -

[And he'd probably be examining the ruins more closely if he felt they had use for his current goals, then he quickly goes to answer, seeing no need to hide what he was doing]

Training, this is a less disruptive place to do so.

[ruleoftwo]

So you seek power.

[He puts a frightening amount of emphasis on the world.]

Good... good.

[arachnocide]

Only for a purpose - power for power's sake is a fool's errand.

[He flicks his eyes over the man, trying to read his intentions]

[ruleoftwo]

[That prompts a laugh.]

And what purpose is yours?

[arachnocide]

[There's a tension in his entire body, sizing the man up very carefully. He knew from observation that Unionites seem emphasis heavily on forgiveness, so he has to watch what he says to avoid lectures, or worse well-meaning interference]

Justice.

[ruleoftwo]

I see how you grow tense. How you... hesitate. It does not become us. The Enlightened.

[Those eyes glow a little more.]

And how would you define justice?

[arachnocide]

[His own eyes narrow, before turning his head away]

My exact reasons are my own, and people here have a habit of meddling.

[The young man places his hand over the chains]

The justice I'm after - is to find the people left loose in this world to do harm, to bind and chained them in the distorted world where they belong.

[ruleoftwo]

They do, don't they.

[He laughs -- cackles, really -- at that.]

So you wish to stop those who would do this world harm. Do you think, then, that Union's... meddling... allows it to do this? Do you think they can bind these threats?

[arachnocide]

They have good intentions - but they might be too gentle in their execution.

[His eyes darted over to the tablet, trying to see what it was the cloaked man was examining]

[ruleoftwo]

Their gentleness will be their undoing. They wait until their enemies attack them. You have seen it, haven't you?

[The tablet's not much to write home about; an epitaph, but poetry instead of something revealing about the past.]