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[froznreflection]

Zeng fixes the cuffs of his new suit, something a bit different from the usual work garb- a touch more old-century, but still modern enough to look sleek and successful. He checks himself in the angled mirrors to make sure he's entirely presentable, undoing the tie keeping his hair back and brushing himself. With another check-over he nods to his

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[darkcreations]

Ansem, at the moment, stood upon the roof of one of the buildings that overlooked the street, arms crossed as he observed. It was clear that the two he sought were in this city, although where he could not yet say as of yet. Regardless, he was sure Xemnas would be much pleased by the information.

Movement below caught his eye and he glanced down at the man below, a faint smile pulling at his lips. While that was not a style of suit he had seen in some time, it was nonetheless a very attractive one, and suited its wearer well. Ansem then took a second look, the smile broadening. "...There you are," he murmured to himself. "And where you are, Saïx will surely be... I must investigate further." And with that, he turned and began to leisurely walk along the rooftops, following the other man towards his destination.

[froznreflection]

The Turk doesn't seem to notice him, casually making his way through the crowds without coming in contact with a single person on the way. He carries himself with perfect posture and long strides, making quick time to a fairly near teahouse. He heads inside the expensive-looking building, speaking briefly with the maitre de before finding a spot to sit by himself.

[darkcreations]

Ansem's smile broadens a bit before he stands perfectly still; a moment later, he simply fazes into a seat inside the teahouse, one with an excellent view of all the other patrons - including Zeng - and yet remaining fairly secluded from curious eyes, and made himself comfortable as if he'd always been there in that place.

After all, there was nothing like a good cup of tea.

[froznreflection]

Zeng produces a pocket-sized book, opening it and reading until a waiter comes to take his order of tea and quickly returning to it once he leaves. He casually raises his gaze once or twice from the pages to thoroughly scan the room, more a habit of safety than anything else. His eyes pause briefly on Ansem, familiarity sinking in though he can't place why.