For the Love of God || Amadeus & Nick

Of course, that entire time they were doing the ride through the beautiful, though definitely desolate mountains, the entire time they were talking business with the butler about how they should behave and what to do, while they went through the luxurious, though still modern mansion which was filled with maids whom held the most striking of beauty and butlers who clearly weren't trained only for house-keeping, Amadeus had been doing but one thing: research. 
For five days straight, with next to no sleep and worrisome small amounts of food that tended to be highly caloric and quite nutricious to keep his body functioning, Amadeus had been hardstuck in his workshop, wearing nothing but a sleeveless white shirt, a black blacksmith's apron and baggy gray pants, working on several things with his nearly jet-black, tired hands, ocasionally wiping some sweat off of his brow, thanking himself for the choice of having very short hair. At least that didn't get messy.

Now what would a man spend five days almost non-stop researching? He wanted to find a way to make a shotgun even more compact than the Sawed-Off, though with the same amount of power. To do so, he'd need to find something to make a cut on, at least, until he developed the technology to make it more compact without sacrificing anything. The first obvious choice was to simply give it a limited amount of shells and make it in the shape of a handgun. Though, loading the cylinder-like shotgun shells would be simply a bother. That was why the design of a revolver sounded quite good for him. With all the drawing, testing and several gun designs that didn't get through the drawing phase, much less thorugh the testing phase, he had found one design. A design that made it into a handgun about the size of his first Handcannon. In a slightly pyramidic shape, it could hold three shells per cartridge that he'd insert at the top, by snapping the gun open. In Amadeus fashion, of course, a simple flick of a switch at the back of the gun, easily accessible by the thumb would allow a person to shoot out all three shotgun shells for a large blast. 

That was the story of what he had made. How did it leave him, anyway? Completely paranoid, restless and frankly tired. So much so that, when his butler as much as knocked on his damn door to say his guests that, may one be reminded, he was waiting for, he turned himself quickly to him, gun already in hand as if he was expecting an assassin or corporate spy to try and take his design away from him. He was equally quick to lower his gun once he realized it really was his butler and Susumu, along with some idiot he did not know.
"A-Ah, it's.. just you.. yes, yes, welcome back. Show me the guy." First time for everything, one would say, as Susumu got to see the respectable, never broken boss she had to be actually tired. It really did take a lot to even bring him to that state, though.

Amadeus quietly and simply cleaned his face with a wet rag while still having the gun pointed straight at Nick, getting all the sleepyness and grime off of it, finally able to stay calm and lucid enough to hear what he was going on about. Frankly, having Nick come by was a complete surprise, since he hadn't ordered anything of the sort from Susumu, though his mention of the Gifted Underground made him as happy as Susumu, even if he wouldn't show it. He did show a slight, pleased smirk. Sometimes, things really fall right onto your lap. 

Putting the rag away and hugging Susumu close to him back to let her ride out that joy of doing what he had asked of her, he nodded and put away the gun, figuring that he shouldn't be hostile to the person he had been looking for to join him, of all things. "Unexpected. I thought their spy would be a bit smarter than to leave a blackmail-able trail." Amadeus commented on Nick's incompetence when it came to clearing his trail of all crime. Even if he had kept his roots and allegiance under wraps the entire time, the fact that he had blackmail on him was the reason he was brought here in the first place: which lead to the reveal of who he really was.

"I'm going to be clear with you." The villain began, sitting back down while staring slightly up at Nick, his eyes tired, though sharp as ever. He was not going to falter anytime soon. "I want you and your society to join me. I am Amadeus Asimov and I am working towards the corruption of this country and its subsequent destruction, as the quirked rise up to take their rightful spots above weak humans as the next step in evolution." Why would he ever give the entire explanation to someone he didn't know? There was a simple reason to that. Nick would either leave that mansion inside a car or inside a casket. It depended on his answer. Not like he could even go against them once he said yes: there was still blackmail to keep him in line. "I'd say you have a choice, though this is more of an ultimatum, isn't it? Join me or find out which religion is the right one." Just as Amadeus finished that sarcastic line, he pulled out a different gun, an unnaturally large revolver, loaded with armor piercing bullets. Would he want to test his suit against those?