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Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 8, 2017 21:21:38 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
It had been a simple enough order. Just another name in his book of names. Just another body to bury. And just like any other night, he would sneak in, get the job done, and sneak out, without a single soul knowing that he had ever been there. That was how it always went. He was good at what he did. After all, he had climbed to the top in under a year. But he was hollow. He had to be. He couldn't let anyone or anything get in his way. He couldn't afford to slip like that, could he? Of course not. He had to be the best. After all, this was the only place where he really truly belonged.
The night was as loud and full of life as it usually was in this city. Car horns, street lights, the sounds and smells of people enjoying a night on the town as they called it. Especially around here. A nightclub in the heart of the city. No one would ever really guess that under all that pulsating music and strobing lights, there was some rather unsavory business taking place. It was rather easy for him to slip inside, despite the bouncer nearly twice his size. So maybe he had started an altercation amongst a few patrons to allow for enough of a distraction to do so, but no one would ever know.
The young male found places like this distasteful, and he really hoped that he could get in and out before the stench of these awful humans clung to his skin. Still, he pulled the hood just a bit further over his face as he made his way to the darkest corner of the club. It wasn't exactly hard to tell that he was a suspicious being, but with his influence, no one ever really noticed him. And that was exactly how he preferred it.
His sapphire eyes scanned the area, but there was nothing. His target simply wasn't here. Not that he had really expected him to be.
'Icarus? If you can hear me, he's in the back alley, near the parking garage. It looks like he's doing a pretty good job at keeping his business away from prying eyes. Even ours. Satellite images are from four minutes ago.'
That annoying little voice in his ear was something he had gotten used to over the last few months. But it didn't mean that he really appreciated it. After all, he knew that the man wasn't here. That was the whole point of being here. But knowing the exact time that he had left was beneficial he supposed. Another quick scan of the area before he started moving through the crowd, moving in and out of people with an almost fluid grace. He wouldn't let himself be bumped into or touched. He couldn't allow for any distractions. Not right now.
'Icarus? What are you doing? He's not at the club anymore, he's headed to the-'
But the voice stopped as he pulled the wig from his ear and dropped it into his pocket. Useless voice. Of course he was headed to the docks. He had a shipment coming in. He wasn't an idiot. He had stalked his target for weeks, learning his semi-irrational patterns. It hadn't been all that hard to hack into his security system either. It didn't take long for him to reach the stairs, which he had used to get out to the parking garage. It was fairly empty, aside from a lingering smoker here or there, and some drunken whores flirting with anything that moved. Luckily, he liked being invisible.
Carefully, he made his way towards the vehicles, creeping along between them, making himself blend in as best as he could, but as far as these humans were concerned, he didn't exist. Once he reached the edge of the structure, he hopped up onto the ledge and jumped upwards, pulling himself up onto the next floor. He shuffled his hands towards the side, using the club building itself, as well as the structure it was attached to, to climb all the way up to the balcony. It wasn't exactly a hard thing for him to do these days, after all, he had trained for things like this. There was nowhere he couldn't get into. Or at least, he liked to think so.
Once on the balcony, he looked for any hair triggered traps, and once he deemed it safe, he slid himself inside. It was dark, but he could see enough. Carefully he made his way around the penthouse apartment, looking for anything that might come in handy. Of course, the door he wanted to get in was locked. That was easy enough to pick, and took him only a short matter of moments. However, once the door clicked open, a second click caught his attention. His sapphire eyes slowly glanced up at the gun pointed at his forehead, and the one who was pointing it at him. A smirk crossed his face as he put his hands up. "So. I guess he expected me, huh?" Had he been sloppy? Or was this guy really just that good. "What are you then, his pet?" Of course it wasn't really in him to be so cute. Most of the time he was silent. Still, in his head, he was chastising himself for not hearing this stupid human's heartbeat. He blamed the music.
It took only a second for him to slam his hand into the other male's and skillfully rip the gun away from him. He stood as he pulled it apart, using a single hand to click the thing apart before swiftly moving behind the opposing male, sliding a knife against his throat. "I am not here for you. But I will kill you if you get in my way."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]977 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 8, 2017 23:11:31 GMT -6
A young man with blonde hair had been lingering around the docks where his boss conducted some of his business, his icy eyes carefully watching over the activities being made. It was a rather dull night actually, not much action going on and his presence not really needed there. He had not received any call to go elsewhere or deal with idiots or other business, so he retired himself from the scene and made his way towards where his employer's penthouse was.
He entered the building and decided to make use of such a place. 'House sit' for lack of better terms. His boss was doing business elsewhere...and he was here. And like hell he wasn't going to take advantage to crash there. Besides, he had already brought some bags over to survive what days he'd be alone there until he'd leave to really go stay at his own place away from all this shady stuff. He had taken his time in making himself coffee and then walked into the office to do some work before he'd decide to get some rest.
He locked the door after entering the office, for there were some things that only a very, very privileged few were allowed to see in there. He took a seat behind the desk and sipped his coffee as he opened the laptop and began to pull up some documents that he could work on. It didn't seem to be long until a smaller screen popped up, showing security footage that had been installed in the penthouse for cases such as breaking in. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the figure on the screen for a few moments, soon carefully pulling his shoes off and silently pulling his gun out of its holster. After that he moved over to the door and listened to the sound of the lock being picked.
As soon as the door clicked open, he raised his gun and clicked the safety off as he pointed the barrel at the intruder's forehead. He said nothing as he kept his icy gaze on the brunette as he spoke, not bothering to respond to him. However, he was a tad caught by surprise when his gun was suddenly out of his hand and the boy behind him with a knife to his neck. Again his words reached his ears and a breath escaped him, more out of annoyance really. So he wasn't here for him...there was really only one person he'd be here for then. Too bad he wasn't here.
Still he remained silent, not saying a word as he lowered head his slightly. After a moment of pause he suddenly slammed his head back to hit the intruder's before he elbowed him in the side to follow that. He then turned, not caring if the blade left a mark across his neck, and grabbed the male's head and brought him down as he slammed his knee up to hit him smack in the face. After that he shoved him against the closest wall and pinned him against it, grabbing his wrist roughly to make him release the knife before he kneed him in the gut and grabbed his other hand and pinned both of his wrists against the wall above his head with one of his own.
"If I were you, I'd get out now. So stop acting cute and fuck off."
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 8, 2017 23:42:34 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
It wasn't hard to avoid a few of the attacks that the human tried to land on him. After all, he wasn't human, on top of being a highly skilled assassin. It was easy enough to guess that he would try a backwards headbutt sort of move, so he shifted out of the way of that, carefully drawing his blade away from the stupid human's neck. He wasn't here for him. No point in making a mess. He did feel an elbow hit his side, but it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. It would have been easy enough to dodge the rest of his attacks as well, but hey, he was in a decent enough mood to let himself be hit a few times. Maybe the stupid human would puff up a bit, let his ego get in the way thinking that he had brought down this intruder.
Again, he did not seem the slightest bit bothered with his face being bashed into the other's knee, and he let himself be pushed up to the wall. His expression remained as flat as ever as he slowly raised an eyebrow. What? Did this human seriously think he was actually pinned like this? That was just ridiculous. Especially more so when he easily brought his knee up rather hard into some rather unsavory places on the other male, watching him drop to the floor. After all, there was more than enough force there to drop a much bigger man. From there, the brunette just straightened up his clothes and kicked the blonde again, just for good measure, before using his boot to place the male on his back and crush his neck under it a bit.
"You were saying?" Not that he actually cared about a word the other male had to say. Some security guard he was. He really didn't want to do anything that would permanently damage the poor human, but what choice did he have?
The brunette dropped to his knees, straddling the blonde between his legs, but making sure that he sat at a proper angle where the same move couldn't be used on him, not that he didn't have protection for such a thing. He wasn't an idiot. He had learned a long time ago that protection was required for all areas of the body. While he was atop him, he quickly went about grabbing a nearby cord and wrapping the blonde's hands together above his head. He then shifted, forcing the blonde back far enough to tie him to a secure pipe. Who the hell had radiators anymore? And just in case the blonde decided to scream, he ripped off a section of the human's shirt and stuffed it in his mouth. It was better than a sock wasn't it?
Once he was sure that the blonde was secured, he went about searching him, his pockets, his body, removing any weapons that were on him. But he wasn't exactly looking for weapons. No. Instead, he got ahold of the other male's phone. Hmm... Locked. no shock there. But it wasn't like he couldn't get into it somehow. So for now, he moved and leaned against the desk, sticking his hand in his pocket again, putting the annoying voice back into his ear. "I need you to send a message from the number I'm about to give you."
Once the message had been sent, the intruder opened the window and dropped the phone out of it with a small, 'oops'. He then went about skillfully removing the harddrive from the computer the blonde had been on and slid it into his pocket. Afterwards, he just stood there, half leaning on the desk, picking at his nails with a knife and looking as unimpressed as he had been before. "It was a good try. But you just don't have what it takes." A few more moments passed before his gaze shifted out the window, a small look of excitement crossing his face before he hopped into the ledge of the window. "Showtime." And just like that, he was gone.
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"Michael... What.. The hell..?" Of course, the poor blonde's boss had somehow managed to not die, and was just staring at the tied up blonde in his office. A gun lay in pieces near the door, the blonde looked completely disheveled, and his computer was also in pieces all across his desk. Surely there was a good explanation for this. But still he just shook his head and made his way over to untie the blonde, who was probably fuming by this point. "Tell me what happened here...?"
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Weeks had passed before another move could be made. But the Order had what they needed. With proof of the illegal sale of magical objects to humans, they could actually launch an investigation into the silver headed man. Still, there had been something about the whole encounter that had left him rather restless over the past few weeks. The very fact that a human had dared to attack him like that. So here he sat, stirring his slushie with his rather long straw, just poking at it, but otherwise ignoring it. Of course, the voice in his ear was going on and on about his next target, but he wasn't interested in the slightest about any of that.
'Are you listening to me? Hey.'
"Huh? No. I'm ignoring you. Look. I don't need a job this week. I've got plenty. Give it to someone else..."
'But they requested you.'
"I don't care. Pick someone else. I've gotta go now."
And just like that, he dropped the voice into his pocket again. After all, his interest was captured again by the blonde from before entering his apartment building. He got up from his place across the street and down aways and made his way towards the building, finding a way in was never hard. But beating the blonde to his apartment would be. Of course, he let the blonde look around a bit, get in the shower, do whatever he was going to do, before he slipped in, just like he had to the silver male's penthouse. So now, he just sat there, twirling a string on his hoodie as he half lay on the couch, waiting for the blonde to get out of the shower.
[attr="class","scarenotes"]1057 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 9, 2017 0:53:40 GMT -6
Okay so perhaps he should have been more aware of the brunette having the ability to knee him in such an unsavory place, rather hard too. His grip on him slackened quite quickly as he dropped to the floor. Mother of fucking gods that was just low! Didn't he know that, regardless of sides or whatever, that place was off-limits?! He groaned as he got kicked again, soon being pushed onto his back and the brunette's boot being placed on his throat to crush it a bit. He glared up at the brunette, his hands moving to grab his boot to try and push it off.
He huffed as his throat was released but was promptly straddled by the brunette, his hands soon being restrained by a cord above his head and, soon enough, he found himself being forced back and tied to the damn radiator in the room. He struggled, of course, against the brunette but he was restrained securely and even his best shirt ripped to be used as a gag as the ripped cloth was stuffed in his mouth. He merely glared at the boy as he searched his body for the usual suspects and managed a small growl, albeit muffled, as he had taken his phone.
He was damned now, he just knew it. He'd been taken down just like that and the information on his phone looked through, destroyed via dropping out a window, and the information from the laptop taken. That had been highly private, if not classified, information. His eyes remained on the brunette as he did his thing and leaned against the desk, cleaning dirt from under his nails with a knife, of course unable to do anything as he eventually fled out the open window.
~~~~~~
He had no idea how much time had passed since the brunette left, but he was damn glad to see that his boss was still breathing. Though he was damn pissed and fuming to be brought down like such an idiot. As soon as the silver-haired man had released him of his restraints, he pulled his makeshift gag out of his mouth and pushed himself up with a grunt. He moved over to the window and just tossed the cloth out the open window and then turned his attention back to Kyrarei with an icy glare. Now the glare wasn't directed towards him, but he was glaring nonetheless. He gestured towards the chair behind the desk for him to sit and rest as he leaned against the wall, soon explaining to him what went down.
~~~~~~
Weeks had passed since the incident and Michael worked overtime quite a bit to make sure things were still running smoothly and to help his boss out. The man had probably shot himself in the foot for what they were doing, illegally naturally, but that was just part of the business. He knew the silver-haired male could pick things up as if nothing happened anyway. He had just gotten back to his apartment building from pulling an all-nighter, thoroughly tired and quite irritable due to having to deal with morons.
He entered his apartment and took his time checking up on things and getting a pot of coffee made before he went to take a well earned shower. During his time of showering, he had no idea that a certain brunette had broken into his home, and sat there on the couch waiting for him. He had gotten out, dried himself off, and dressed in casual clothing before exiting into the main area of his apartment where the kitchen was also located.
However he stopped short when he noticed an unwelcomed guest on his couch. He frowned as he stared at the brunette, completely unarmed at the moment. He was in no mood to fight or talk, and he had a feeling calling the cops over this would do nothing anyway. He muttered a rather angry word in French under his breath as he moved to go to his kitchen, purposefully ignoring the brunette as he went to pour himself a cup of coffee then. Just what the hell did he want..? Oh, he probably was going after him now. First his boss and now him, lovely. At least he'd be able to land a few blows if it came down to it, no way he'd go down without a fight.
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 9, 2017 11:42:51 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
His sapphire gaze just followed after the blonde as he pretty much ignored him. Of course he had seen him, and he was obviously angry about it. But hey, who wouldn't be? The brunette just sat there, resting an arm on the back of the couch as he watched the other male go and fetch himself some coffee. Part of him wondered how long he would be ignored for before the other actually demanded to know why he was there. But he didn't really have much of an answer for that either. He shouldn't have come here. There was no real reason for him to do so. He wasn't really sure what about this human had intrigued him that night, but something had.
"I owed you a phone." Well, that was a lame excuse. Still, he stood and made his way to the kitchen, placing the brand new device on the counter and sliding it across a bit. "And I need information. You tell me what I want to know, you'll never see me again. Deal?" Well, truth be told, the information he needed he could probably have gotten all on his own without coming all the way here. "Your boss is into some pretty unsavory things. I also know he's planning on a big sale of some real dark market items. I need to know who the buyer is. Or if it's going to be an auction event. If so, I need to know the location. And if you choose not to cooperate, I'll leave a nice little mess for our boss to clean up."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]266 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 9, 2017 12:39:37 GMT -6
Michael had poured himself a cup of coffee and was still outright ignoring the brunette. He added some creamer to his coffee and used a spoon he had grabbed to stir it up a bit, still ignoring the other boy. However, as he heard the brunette speak and come over to the kitchen to set a phone down, Michael still said nothing.
He leaned against the counter and slowly sipped at his coffee after blowing on it a little to cool it off. His eyes moved over to the phone that had been slid over to him before they moved over to the brunette. He was still silent as he offered him a deal of never coming back here in exchange for information, to which he went ahead and questioned him for. Even throwing in a little threat as well.
The blonde took another, slow sip of his coffee as he stared at the brunette before he set his cup down on the counter and crossed his arms. "I don't kiss and tell. Much less rat out business to pests." He responded curtly, soon uncrossing his arms to pick up his cup and walked over to where his couch was.
He sat down with a small grunt, finally sitting down after a very long day of work. Fuck he was tired. He leaned forward and set his coffee on the coffee table and picked up a remote, leaning back once more as he switched the tv on to the news before dropping it on the cushion beside him. He shifted himself a bit to get more comfortable, a hand lifting to rub his eyes a bit due to tiredness. Just when would this guy leave?
"I'd suggest you leave since I don't have any information for you. And don't break into my place again." He muttered out, resting his head on his arm a bit as it rested on the back of the couch, stifling a yawn. Was that the real reason the brunette had come here for? Information? Or was it something else?
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 9, 2017 14:43:05 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
All it would take was a little bit of information. But no. This guy was far too stubborn to give it to him. He watched as the other male wandered over to his living room and settled onto his couch, asking that he leave. Well, he supposed he could do that. With a small shrug of his shoulders he crossed the living room to the balcony again. He turned around to face the other for a moment, giving a small bow, before disappearing off of the balcony in the same way he had gotten up there.
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A few hours had passed and the blonde would have found himself summoned by his irritated sounding boss, which usually meant that something was wrong. The whole, "Get your ass here right the fuck now." probably also had something to do with it. The blonde had been summoned to a warehouse, one which he was usually in charge of for the most part, to find his boss and a few other associates standing there, discussing just what the hell could have happened. The whole warehouse was toppled. Things that should not have been able to break were broken, mostly guns that were completely stripped apart with their innards everywhere and most of their components bent beyond repair. Boxes were everywhere, crates were tossed, everything was in complete disarray.
"I was here less than an hour ago. Either a damn tornado went off in here, or a team or wild bears came in looking for food. But considering we live in the middle of the damn city, I am not entirely sure how the hell either of those things are possible. You are the only one with a key, besides myself, and the doors were all locked. None of the windows were broken, and none of the security was tripped. The cameras were hacked into, showing that one second, everything is fine, and the next, it's like this." Kyrarei shook his head, but despite his external calm, he was livid. "This is going to set us back months. Everything in this place is now useless junk. I am down millions of dollars here. What the hell happened?" However, it appeared the blonde did still have all of his keys. "It doesn't matter. You're staying here until everything is cleaned up and cataloged. I have shit to do."
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The brunette was waiting for the blonde by the time he returned home, whistling some contented little tune as he swirled a keychain around his finger. He had helped himself to the contents of the blonde's fridge, and was watching something on his television as he came back to his apartment. "Does it count as breaking in if I have a key?" He smiled a bit and tossed the keys at the blonde. Besides, it wasn't like he hadn't made six other copies just like them. But the other male didn't have to know that. "Are you ready to tell me what I want to know yet?"
[attr="class","scarenotes"]499 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 9, 2017 14:47:19 GMT -6
A few hours had passed since the brunette had left his apartment. Michael had managed to pass out for a bit and was just sleeping on the couch when he was rudely awoken from a call from his boss. Oh...this was definitely not good. A groan escaped the blonde as he reluctantly got up and turned off the tv and took care of his coffee before going to get dressed in his work clothes. So much for time off...
Upon arriving at the warehouse he oversaw, he was met with his boss obviously rather livid and his building toppled. Just how the fuck did that happen?! He clenched his teeth together as he listened to his boss speak, growing rather irritated and pissed off the more he spoke. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the keys he had, showing them to him. "I locked up like I usually do and left to go home! Everything was fine then! Look, I've still got all the keys. None of them are missing." He told him, soon slipping them into his pocket once more.
However at his next words he had to keep himself from snapping at his employer for making him stay to clean everything up and catalog everything again. The blonde growled as he set to work, ticked off and just pretty cranky. Oh he was partially glad he forgot his gun at home....
~~~~~~
By the time Michael returned him, he was still in a rather bad mood. Again he was met with that blasted brunette on his couch. Again. He just glared at the brunette as he spoke and smiled at him a bit, his hand rising to catch the keys that had been tossed his way. He said nothing as he just stood there glaring at him, completely fed up at the moment.
Just why the fuck was he still bugging him if he could somehow get information some other way? Surely he had to the first time he had encountered him. After a moment Michael walked over, slamming the keys down on the counter as he passed it, and grabbed the closest pillow to him. He then moved closer to the brunette and shifted to straddle him so as to keep him down as he roughly pressed the pillow to his face.
Gods he was tired! He was annoyed that this guy kept bugging him and breaking into his home too! He shifted slightly to lean forward, trying to put most of his weight into smothering the damn guy. After a few minutes he growled and just got up, leaving the pillow to fall as he moved to turn off the tv and then just make his way to his room.
Fuck it. He was tired. If he was going to kill him then he'd kill him. Probably fight back but damn it all he wanted his bed. He undressed himself to just his underwear and put away his work clothes before he went and pulled on his more comfortable pair of pajama pants before he crawled into bed and buried his head under a pillow. There he was even helping him in muffling the sound of a gun too.
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 9, 2017 15:34:44 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
The very fact that the blonde was trying to smother him with a pillow was amusing. He just lay there, completely still, slowing his heart rate and taking small, shallow breaths to the best of his ability. But eventually the other male gave up and went off to die in his room. Now that was just boring.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Whenever the blonde awoke, the brunette had vacated the apartment. But not after going through absolutely everything. His phone, his wallet, his personal computer. Anything and everything. He had written a tiny little note and stuck it on a rather expensive brand of coffee beans next to the pot for the other male whenever he woke.
'Thanks for the memories~'
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"Michael. All clear?"
A week had passed, and it was the night of the big auction, the one the brunette had wanted to know about in the first place. But the blonde's life had been fairly brunetteless for the whole of that week. No unexpected drop ins. No threats. Nothing. Not a single sight of him anywhere. But still, Kyrarei had managed to figure out exactly what it what that they were after, and security at this particular event was extra tight. So maybe he was using the blonde as some sort of bait for this clever little thief, but it wasn't like Michael really needed to know that.
For now, he made sure that all of his exhibits were just as they were supposed to be, making his rounds, greeting his patrons. "Things had better not get out of hand tonight, or I'll have your head, you got it? I didn't hire you to be sloppy." Of course he was still pissed about his penthouse being broken into, about his warehouse being trashed. And he was definitely pissed about the letter he had personally received from the order to turn all of the objects over to the proper authorities. But like hell was he going to do that.
The night began as it should have, Kyrarei going into a welcoming speech before the bidding actually began. And at a building not too far off, everyone's favorite little assassin was scoping out the area, trying to ignore the obnoxious voice in his ear explaining the best way to get in and out.
'You do understand your task right? It isn't to bring him down, just end the event.'
"I'm not a damn idiot. If you guys really wanted him dead, he'd be dead, right? I just don't see why you're wasting my time when there are actually people out there that deserve to have their throats slashed.."
'You have more useful skills that are needed here. There is an object in that auction that the Order really needs to have retrieved. And you are the only one that stands a chance getting through that amount of security and retrieving it quietly. If we sent any of the others, it'd turn into a firefight.'
"So... Essentially... You picked me because I don't use guns. Gee. Thanks for that."
'No. We picked you because you have the proper skills. You'll need to find a way in- Wait. What are you doing?!'
"I'm going in. That's what you wanted right?"
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It wasn't hard to get in really. Flash enough money at an event like this and you're guaranteed passage. Of course he had disguised himself. Colored contacts, temporary black hair dye, and even a pair of stylish glasses. Mix all of that with his finely tailored suit and expensive watch, and he was through the front doors with ease. The event itself was what anyone would expect, high class people in their rich, high class society, turning their noses up at the little guys, rumors flying everywhere.
'I cannot believe you're doing this...'
"They'll compensate me."
'The money isn't the problem here! And put that champagne down! You're not old enough to drink!'
"Old enough to kill people, not old enough to drink. Typical foot soldier." He muttered, taking a look around before settling himself by a table. He made polite conversation with some of the patrons, letting his new persona, some nouveau riche CEO of an underground munitions company. It wasn't really all that hard to pretend. Polite smiles and friendly, but regrettable handshakes plagued his evening. At least until the item in question made it's way to the stage.
The smile dropped off of his face. Was that.. A person..? Sure, he had seen plenty of dark objects cross the stage. Many mystical crystals, grimoires, even a few supposed god touched items with unknown capabilities. But the Order wanted this? Was this a joke?
"Bidding will start at 25 million."
He had to keep himself from whistling. That was impressive. And yet...
The bids were almost hard to keep up with. Still, this had to be a joke. He kept raising his placard at every opportunity until finally the bidding slowed. What could be so important about this kid? Why on earth was it being sold off like this? He would have to ask his obnoxious operator about it once he got out of here.
"...Sold! 150 million to number 865."
'I am going to kill you.'
Now would be the fun part. Now that he had officially bought the object in question, he needed to bring the whole thing down. Not that it was too hard to do. Slowly he just closed his eyes, letting people feel things like disgust, paranoia, fear, anger. Didn't take too long for people to start leaving. A woman screamed somewhere and he raised an eyebrow. Humans. They really had no tolerance for this magic thing, did they?
'Wait. DID YOU REALLY CALL THE POLICE!? You do know that most of these items can't be touched by humans!'
Of course all he did was shrug, watching as the building rather suddenly got stormed like everyone feared that it would. In the chaos he just made his way towards the back of the stage where all of the items were being held.
"Now. How do we get all this shit out of here without being caught, hmm?"
'YOU ARE AN IDIOT!'
"Are you going to tell me something useful or just be as useless as usual?"
There was a soft sigh and the gritting sound of teeth in his ear. 'The paper you were given this morning. Put it on the wall near the curtain.'
"Now that's more like it."
'I'll arrange and evacuation for you...'
"No point. Just get someone here to collect all this garbage. And I do really expect all of that money back." He muttered, making his way over to the cage with the person he had bought, pulling the wig from his ear and dropping it on the floor, crunching it beneath his shoe. "Let's get you out of here, yeah?"
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He wasn't entirely sure why he had brought the person to the apartment of his enemy. But he did. He was sure that his operator was going mental by now trying to figure out where he was and what he was doing. Still, he had managed to get back way before the blonde, which wasn't really surprising considering they had police to deal with. He had given the slave a bath, and rummaged through the blonde's clothes to give him a t-shirt, which was a little big on him, and a pair of boxers to wander around in. He had also raided the fridge and cupboards to give him some food. He was sure the blonde was going to be a complete nightmare whenever he got back, but he could handle that.
Until then, he just sat, one leg curled up, his arms wrapped around it, his chin resting on his knee as he just watched the kid, watching tv. His gaze shifted only for a moment as he heard the door open. There wouldn't really be much explaining to do. "Wasn't my only set of keys. But I needed a place to bring him where no one would look."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]1337 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 9, 2017 16:06:08 GMT -6
A week had passed since the brunette had broken into his apartment once more. He had not seen a hint of the boy since then, to which part of the blonde was relieved he was out of his life finally. However another part of him felt...he wasn't quiet sure what he was feeling. It had been quiet since then. Probably a bit mundane as well.
Upon hearing a voice asking for an 'all clear', Michael had snapped out of his own thoughts and returned to the very task at hand. He did a quick check before uttering an affirmative 'clear' in response. It was the night of the auction and security was extra tight. He kept close to his employer's side, a scowl being given to him at his words to not get sloppy. And he was still pissed about things that he had no control over... Great.
However, Michael said nothing as he just went about doing his job for the night, just wanting it to be over so he could get home and relax.
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The night played out fairly smoothly for the most part, his icy eyes carefully watching the patrons and potential buyers as they came to and fro. Occasionally he'd point out someone or a couple of people to be thrown out of the place, but otherwise things were fine. Though when the time the bidding came for a certain object, or rather person, Michael stood off to the side with a expressionless face as he watched the bidding go for the poor sod.
But soon after the slave was bought...chaos was brought down. The blonde had no idea what was going on and he'd be damned if anything happened. Though the police soon were involved as well and that was never good...
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After a chaotic time of dealing with the police and handling everything else, Michael had been allowed to go back home. Though as he entered his apartment he froze at seeing that slave and someone else there in his home. He slammed the door shut behind him and threw a glare at the boy, no doubt it was the brunette now, as he spoke to him.
"Oh, yeah just go and hide him here! Excuse me while I go get my head cut off by my boss and possibly other people too!" He snapped, storming off to go change into some other clothes. After a few minutes he moved back out and pointed at the kid. "Both of you get out. Go to your own damn place. You don't live here and you sure as hell don't belong here!" He went on, going to grab his phone then as he moved over to the kitchen. Oh he was not going to stand by easily while harboring those two.
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 9, 2017 16:21:38 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
The brunette stood and made his way towards the blonde as he pulled out his phone, resting his hand over it and looking directly into those icy eyes. "Please. I know you don't want to. But You can't honestly stand buy and watch a kid be sold off like that. Just one night while I figure out where to go." There was something about the way that he asked, an almost sad sort of desperation. Almost like he had been in that position before, even though it wasn't quite the same. Sure, he knew what it was like to be used and abused and tossed around from one person to the next, but he wasn't sure he could ever relate to being sold off in a cage just for the fun of rich people.
A soft sigh left him and he backed away a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. "This is the only place they don't know I would go to. I don't have anywhere else safe for him. I get that you don't want me here, and that's fine. I can leave. But please... Let him stay just until the morning. I'll find somewhere for him to go." Again there was that desperation in his voice. It almost made him sound like a person instead of the heartless prick he usually was. It was even worse considering he didn't know what made him be apart of that auction in the first place. What was so important about this kid that he was worth 150 million dollars? And just what would the Order do with him?
[attr="class","scarenotes"]286 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 9, 2017 18:37:31 GMT -6
Michael stopped what he was doing as the boy had gotten up and moved over to him, resting a hand over his phone and looking into his icy eyes. He was silent as he spoke with that almost sad sort of desperation. Yeah he knew it was horrible for a kid to be sold off to rich perverts no doubt, but he wasn't in any place to prevent such a thing from happening.
He silently watched how he backed off a little, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke again. After a few moments Michael sighed and set his phone down on the counter. Dammit... "Go get him clothes that actually fit him, will you?" He spoke as his eyes flicked over to the kid briefly before he looked back to the boy once more. "And you're refilling my fridge while you're at it. I've got to cook dinner still."
He paused before he turned away and moved over to his office, sitting down behind his desk as he grabbed a notepad and started writing down a list of items for the nameless boy to buy. After several moments he came back out and handed the list to the boy. "And one last thing... I need your name and that kid's if you're staying here."
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 9, 2017 18:48:00 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
Part of him was rather relieved to hear that the two of them could stay there, but part of him hadn't doubted that at all. Of course there were certain... Conditions. The brunette raised an eyebrow. His name? Why did he need that? "I don't know what his name is. And you can call me Icarus I guess." As far as he was concerned, that was his name. He never needed another one. Still, he took the blonde's list and scanned it over. "You're lucky I have cash on me..."
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He hadn't been gone very long, and while he was, the kid just stared at the tv, not causing any sort of trouble, but also not answering any questions that he had been asked. He just sat there in complete silence. The brunette returned looking a little more like himself, his hood pulled up over his head. He had brought back a few bags of things, having gotten everything the blonde had asked for, as well as a few other things for himself.
"Any luck with a name?" Though he doubted it. The kid was in the exact same position he had been in when he left. He set the bags on the kitchen counter and rummaged through them a bit, pulling out clothes that suited the boy a bit better than what he was wearing, before walking over and handing them to him. The kid looked at the clothes, then towards the brunette, before just stripping down right there and changing into the new clothes. It didn't seem to bother the brunette at all, as he went back to the kitchen and went through the bags some more, taking out a sucker and putting it in his mouth, followed by him cracking open an energy drink and guzzling some of it down. "So. What's for dinner?"
[attr="class","scarenotes"]307 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 9, 2017 19:21:03 GMT -6
When Icarus had returned to his apartment with the groceries, Michael got up from a chair that was near the couch and moved over to go pull out the food items and either set them on the counter or put them away. At the question on the name, the blonde merely shook his head and began to cook dinner. He didn't even bother to look up when the kid got changed, just focusing on making food for them.
Though when the brunette had come back over and questioned him what was for dinner, he flicked his eyes up from the stove. "Steak with a side of rosemary roasted potatoes and bread rolls." He responded as he looked back down at the foods he was cooking at once. Silence aside from the commentary on tv and the sizzling from the stove fell between them for several moments, the blonde very aware of where the brunette was.
Michael wasn't really all that used to overnight visitors, nor was he used to having to hide people in his own home. After several minutes he glanced back over to the brunette once more. "Go set the table will you? Plates and glasses are in the cupboard by the fridge and silverware in the drawer under that." He told him, turning the stove off as he moved to go make sure the rolls got put into the oven because like hell he'd make them by hand and from scratch.
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Once dinner was ready, and everything was cleaned up, Michael served their plates and just gave his guests water, along for himself due to not quite trusting the brunette. He was fairly quiet as he ate, only excusing himself to go answer a call before returning. He carefully observed the brunette and the kid for a few moments before he leaned back a little, running a hand through his hair.
"You're naming that kid. Can't be 'kid' forever." He spoke up finally, sighing slightly as his icy gaze moved back over to the kid once more. "And you're naming him because you're the one who wants to hide him here." He added in before he could even think about complaining on naming him. "Your responsibility now, Icarus."
He was about to go get himself a refill on water, as well as whoever else needed one, when there was a knock on his door. He froze as he looked towards where his front door was, frowning as he slowly set the cups down on the table. He didn't get visitors often, and for quite some time this Icarus had been his only one.
He lifted a hand to press a finger to his lips to his two guests before he gestured for them to wait as he moved over to the knife block, opening a drawer just as he slide one of the sharp blades out as the knock came again. He made his way over to the door and grabbed the handle of the door slowly, soon peeking through the eyehole before an unamused expression fell across his face.
He moved his hand to unlock the door and opened the door, only to immediately press the blade to this unexpected visitor's throat.
"Whoa whoa whoa! Ease up ease up! I come unarmed!" The man on the other side quickly spoke, nearly dropping the bag he had. Michael merely pressed the blade more against his neck, shifting to use his body to block his view from the interior of his apartment. "What the fuck are you doing here? No one invited you so get out. No I don't want to go out drinking with you or your 'pals' so leave." He spoke coldly, narrowing his eyes a little.
"Hey now that's no fair! I never even got to say anything! Would you please remove the knife now?" The man spoke up, almost sighing in relief as the blade was removed only for the door to be slammed in his face. Michael locked the door and even slid the bolt lock in place before he walked away to put the knife away and go refill those waters as he muttered a few choice words in French under his breath. Damn that annoying man!
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 9, 2017 19:48:58 GMT -6
[attr="class","scare"]Another knife in my hands
[attr="class","scare1"]A stain that never comes off the sheets
[attr="class","scare2"]It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't for the fame
[attr="class","scare3"]It's for the bodies I claim and those only go so far
[attr="class","scarewords"]
The brunette was honestly really bad at setting the table, but he did his best. It wasn't like he had actually sat down for a real meal in a long while. After the food was set, he summoned the kid over, pulling him away from the tv and setting him in a chair. Really, this kid was weird. But he still wasn't entirely sure he was 150 million dollars weird. Maybe there was something that he had missed before...
Still, after dinner, he found himself just lounging about with another sucker in his mouth, just observing the kid for a bit when there was a knock. It was almost insane how quickly he was up and armed. Where he had even managed to hide those large daggers was probably some food for thought. Still, he grabbed the kid and pulled him into a corner behind him, standing at the ready for even the slightest bit of trouble. But instead, he was met with the feeling of irritation. The door shut rather loudly and he heard the lock slide into place. It still took him a moment to relax, letting the kid go back to the couch before moving over to the windows and cautiously looking out of them.
"Not a very social creature, are you?" Of course he sort of knew the answer to that. And yet for some reason, he had let them stay. Then again, they weren't very talkative individuals. The kid was still silent, and he only spoke when he felt it necessary, even if it was just a smart comment or two. Still. Unexpected visitors were not something that he had hoped for. He had picked this particular place because of the blonde's lack of a social life. "You gonna be okay with him for a few hours? I have things to do if you want us out of here by morning."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]316 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
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