Malevolent Eyes [Complete]

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Who: Yami Malik gravityfatality and Dio Brando zawarudo
Where: On top of a building facing Latimir St.
When: After this thread.
Rating: PG-13, because they're both bastards.
Summary: Villains, amidst a sea of unbridled chaos, are sometimes content to simply sit back, relax, and watch the world burn.
the log:

Indigo fabric rippled amongst thick curls of wind, even the air heavy enough with dust to leave faint smudges as it passed. The fair-haired Egyptian scowled lightly to himself, a barely palpable expression but a present one nevertheless; if only he'd been on this side of town in the first place, he wouldn't have had to take such a lethal hike. Crude animal blood stained his fingers and the glimmering dagger clutched in his fist; he seemed not to care that he had slaughtered, only that it had cost him effort, time, energy. Such were things he didn't waste on trifles, because he was above them.

Now faced with a towering structure, crumbling but nevertheless painstakingly tall to climb, Malik's scowl deepend considerably. His dark eyes, devoid of any true sanity, flicked about in search of an easier way up; when nothing presented itself he sighed, strolling around to the collapsed section of the building and scrambling up the rocks with a fair degree of nimbleness about him. He failed to trip even once, hoisting his lithe frame up onto the roof and wiping the sweat from his brow with a slight cough. The other was there, sitting alone, just as he had told him he would be.

"Still watching?"