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Stranded.
Arranged Marriage.
Apocalypse / Post-Apocalypse.
Assassins.
Fake relationships / engagements / marriages.
Victorian Era.
Fairy Tales.
Mythology.
The Hunger Games.
Harry Potter.
The 100.

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The distaste only grew the longer the encounter went on, not only because of the vampire aspect but also with the glaring attitude. Why would the clan send this man of all options for the meeting? Clearly, the bloodsuckers were not taking the alliance seriously and only wasting his time. Anger pickled at him for it but he pushed down the howling in his veins for the time being. "Not the proper history."

The talk of the darkness directed his attention elsewhere before he continued on the merits of certain historical aspects. "The runes have spoke of an oncoming darkness where it consumes everything to make a different image." Cryptic but prophecies tended to be and while he had plenty of personal notions, he refused to share them with a vampire. He couldn't trust many and not someone so brazen and, well, not even alive.

"A battle of all forces of the universe."

"You don't know," Tony concluded as he sat back again, but it sounded more curious than antagonistic. A large part of him wanted to ask exactly where this information was coming from, but his new furry friend didn't seem particularly forthcoming. Hard to miss those looks of obvious distaste, and as much as Tony might have been tempted to poke at him more, the idea of something big and dangerous coming was actually much more interesting.

"So something big and...unknowable?" He made it a question, eying T'Challa for some kind of confirmation. "Huh. Lovecraft, eat your heart out."

Tony's fingers tapped out an absent rhythm on the table in front of him as he let the idea slide through his mind. Something dangerous enough for the furballs to put aside everything. As ridiculous as the whole idea sounded, he wasn't intending to discount that. Especially given the man sitting across from him, looking like he'd rather tear Tony's throat out than shake his hand. "What were you planning on doing about it?"

"Unknowable by most," T'Challa responded, just as cryptic as before but he refused to offer much in the way of information to someone who appeared entirely irresponsible. They were all walking a very delicate balance and one false move could topple everything around them. And T'Challa would not be the cause of unnecessary deaths. "There are still more runes to decode and other artifacts to recover." All to keep the force from breaking through the barriers.

The wine arrived before he had the chance to explain more and he eagerly took a glass and filled it up. The first sip warmed him and he let out a pleased groan. "Do we have a deal with the territory or are you not authorized for such power?" A taunt but he knew the strong pride within the night prowlers and how easy they were to bend to a certain way because of it. "Say we have a deal and I'll tell you more." Also, the greed for more.

Tony absolutely could not resist barking out a laugh at the sheer audacity of it. This was not the subtle, insidious maneuvering of vampire politics. And honestly, a whole lot more fun.

"Fine," he said with a vague wave of his hand, still grinning despite himself. "Have the space and enjoy it." If anyone else had an issue with it, they could take it up with Tony himself. He hadn't gotten to the position he had just by being able to play the game. And if they wanted the territory that badly, they shouldn't have sent someone who didn't particularly care about it.

"So let's get back to cthulhu," Tony said, eyes glinting in the light.

Within the past few years, T'Challa learned subtly accomplished very little and a more insistent approach earned him what he desired far more. When it came down to it, he tended to always have things tip in him favor, which made him a fine leader. King of all the shifters, regardless of type. He happened to be the first to unite them all together but there were a few old leaders who longed for how things once were. A rumbling of discontent and something else the darkness could manipulate.

Setting down his wine glass, T'Challa leaned forward. "The runes detail an unspeakable horror; a darkness that will sweep in and bring shadows to all spirits. Turning everyone against come another to make the darkest natures reign free. Those who do not succumb to madness or the plagues will enjoy the new rise to power." Ingenious really to allow for people to destroy one another rather than having to lift a finger.

"Have you dealt with anything such as this? The power wouldn't have been as strong centuries ago."

One of Tony's eyebrows climbed steadily throughout the recitation, but he ended just looking intrigued. And he felt absolutely no shame in shaking his head in response to the question asked.

"Not something I've ever heard of. I have a few contacts I can try to get a hold of to see if they know something, but I'm going to guess probably not." Either because there was nothing, or because it was being purposefully withheld. Which, actually, was a thought. He rubbed a hand absently over his chin, watching the king carefully.

"I notice you haven't tried to accuse us of having anything to do with it." Doubtless it had occurred to him. There was clearly no love lost between this man and Tony's kind, not that he blamed him. They'd been fighting for a long time, for increasingly pointless reasons.

Once again, the blood suckers proved completely worthless but he should have anticipated it given the history tales. Vampires tended to be incredibly selfish and vain, caring far more about their own personal legacies than doing anything to assist the world around them. The shifters had to act as protectors of the world, which only enhanced their importance.

Finishing off his glass of wine, he waved a hand off. "You and your kind are not wise enough for something this intricate and long lasting. Such little patience for the many years you all have."

With that he stood up, smoothing down his vest. "I do not have to warn you but be on guard. It will seek those with the darkest energies to fuel it stronger. That is your kind. Not much will protect you." The blood of a shifter would but he would not confess to such a thing of offer even with the tales of it being immeasurable pleasure. He never believed such tales and how good could a vampire be when they lacked a pulse, heat or breath?

Tony just watched him move, a faint smile playing over his face. "You know, you're pretty patronizing for someone who doesn't actually have all the answers. Your highness." He could appreciate a certain amount of self-assurance, but still.

Between one heartbeat and the next, he was suddenly standing directly in front of the young king without seeming to have moved at all, that same smile still in place. "Let's keep in mind that this war has been prolonged on both sides, shall we? You don't have to like me, but we are here for a purpose."

He waited just a moment longer, then made a show of taking a step back.

The quick movements shouldn't have surprised him but for some reason it startled him a little. A little more brazen than most tended to be with him because of his royal status. Arms crossed behind his back to keep himself in check, he gave a shake of his head. "The vampires started the conflict with stealing our rightful territories and attacking while not provoked." The legends foretold plenty about the origins and the vampires certainty had other ideas. "Shifters were drained and left discarded like trash."

His fingers curled into his palms, nails elongated but only for a moment. "And it's your majesty for a king or a queen. Your highness is for a prince or princess." A little nit picky but the vampire kept pushing at him and he disliked it fiercely. "If you prove yourself useful with this ancient evil, I'll change my tune."

If anything, Tony's smile just widened. Just enough to show a hint of fang, something he was obviously aware of. "Sure thing, your furriness. And let's remember that you rightful territories have been disputed since back before your grandfather figured out what to do with his dick. Tell yourself whatever you like, but nothing here is as black and white as you want it to be."

That said, he put his hands up, making a show of looking harmless. "You didn't have to come to this little meeting. And something tells me that something more than just your dire predictions brought you. So frankly, you can take your tune and shove it. Your majesty."

Never before in his life had he disliked someone more than he did with the vampire. He really shouldn't have let the fanged one get to him but the vampire seemed to have a talent for it. Why would they send him for such an important mission with how on edge things were? It really didn't add up and he loathed having missing information.

"Oh, well then, please tell me why else I came," he responded with a raise of an eyebrow. He really should have walked away and yet he stayed in place. Nails slowly turning back to normal, snarl a little less prominent.

"Because you can grandstand all you want about your territory, but you don't want this war to continue any more than I do." It was probably more blunt than the situation called for, but the teasing light that had been in Tony's eyes throughout the entire conversation had finally faded. He could, on occasion, be serious.

"It's stupid and it's wasteful and apparently we have bigger things to be worried about." Just the faintest quirk of a smile at that, but Tony's eyes were still serious. "Am I wrong?"

The distaste only heightened the longer they were in one another's presence but he tried to keep a tighter lock on the reactions he wanted to give. The vampires would only use it against them and he did not want to give them any other tools to wield. At the moment, the shifters held the upperhand and it meant everything. Perhaps, they did possess a lot of pride.

"Be that as it may, do you have any true plans to make that happen or are you only able to state the obvious?" He questioned with a shake of his head. There were probably nicer ways to go about this but he didn't really have it in him to attempt any of them.

"Wow," he drawled after a moment. "I can really see why they sent you to a peace talk. You're so diplomatic." Tony took another couple of slow steps backward, something almost chiding in his eyes. "Lucky for you, I happen to be extremely good at it. So come find me when you actually want to talk instead of being patronizing."

And just because he couldn't help himself, Tony flashed him a smirk. "I need to go find something to drink. If you'll excuse me."

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