Asmor
First Post
Frustrated, Zenji storms out. "Whatever, we don't have time for this. Unless you managed to somehow locate the Minister while you were railing at me with the totally unnecessary diatribe, there's still a mad man out there and a lot of potential innocents for him to hurt. You could learn a lesson from Mr. Jones, he's got his priorities straight." Zenji stomps through the door and slams it behind him. God, what a jerk! To think I used to look up to him! I mean, ok, maybe it wasn't really necessary to destroy the thing, but it was still made by and for villains. Forged by evil, inherently evil. I mean... that's how magic is. But is technology like magic? Well... I don't know. Maybe he had a point. But still... even if he could use it for good, it was still conceived by evil. Zenji wanders around aimlessly outside, not really looking for the minister so much as thinking to himself. Damn, I'm so lost. How am I supposed to find the Minister? He's probably hundreds of miles from here by now.