Reunion

Edgar prowled the streets of the Rogue Isles. He thought to himself how this whole island was like South Florida on Crack. He could feel the balance shifting throughout the day. After his arrival, and being introduced to the woman who would be keeping an eye on Eric Crane, he could tell that that wasn't going to produce much. He couldn't blame the girl for not wanting to be anywhere near him.

As Edgar neared a cliff overlooking the coast, he could make out a figure leaning against some kind of magical altar. Edgar was too far away to make out the details of the figure, but he knew who it was. Edgar closed the distance between himself and his nemesis. Edgar could smell the blood coming from the same direction, keeping his prey in his sights, the moonlight casting shadows from the nearby trees, a light breeze playing at the figure's coattails.

Edgar's paw stepped in something wet, looking down far too late to realize what exactly he had stepped into, feeling the release of magic all arcross the cliff. Edgar stood up as the figure pushed off from the tree he was leaning against, closing the rest of the distance, coming to stand right in front of Edgar. The man was 6 feet tall, wearing the typical black Armani suit that the gentleman was so fond of, with a bright red shirt that peeked through the well-tailored suit.

"How long has it been, my long lost friend? Days? Years? It was hard to keep track in my prison."

Edgar scoffed as he glared at the man. Goqua was also very fond of taking the body of very attractive men. Edgar's voice betrayed a rising temper, "Friends? So you've come back just to insult me?"

Goqua's voice was calm and silky, "How long have we danced this dance? Did you miss me? How was your retirement?"

"Is this how you treat your friends? By keeping them shut in a cage?", Edgar replied a little more hotly than Edgar intended.

"Well, I could say that I'm just repaying the hospitality you've shown me, but I just wanted to talk. Like I said, we've done this before. It's like, old hat. But really, is this the reward you were seeking? To have the good life ripped away from you the minute I return. Aren't you tired of this? Stuck in the mortal coil, restrained by the rules, cleaning up my messes for another 1000 years until you figure out how to break the rules and bottle me up again? Kudos on that by the way. I really didn't think you had it in you."

Edgar started to tremble with his anger, "It was done once, it can be done again."

Goqua smiled, crooning, "Are you so sure about that? This world. It's special. Full of chaos already, just inviting me to add my artistry to it's canvas. You know, just with the gifts you've been given, and breaking the rules, takes a bit of chaos. You know, together..."

Edgar laughed, "Bite me."

Goqua smiled again, "You've really adopted the language. You've broken the rules before. Why not just quit this time? Walk away. Go to Maui, or the Carrabian. Talking cats, beasts of lore, all comonplace here. You could really be yourself and enjoy yourself here."

Edgar snarled, "You know what I enjoyed most? Beating you."

Goqua's tone became more sarcastic, "Yes, of course. I heard about Angel. You ran off for your retirement and left her alone, and oops! She went off and finally got herself killed."

At this, Edgar lept at his adversary, claws flashing in the moonlight. Goqua mearly batted Edgar away with the back of his hand, like a ragdoll. Edgar went flying into the stone alter, leaving a dent in the stone.

The magic shield around the cliff faded as Goqua straightened his sleeves, looking over at Edgar's slumped body, the hate written all over Edgars face, "Silly cat. The 'pendulum' is on my side now."

As Goqua tugged on his sleeves, his physical form molded into a man with long blond hair, and slightly shorter than he originally appeared, speaking with an english accent, "Cherio."