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Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 9, 2017 20:06:16 GMT -6
He glanced over to Icarus as he spoke to him, soon cleaning up their plates and making sure the kid was all fine before moving to stand in front of the brunette. He crossed his arms as he tilted his head to the side slightly, frowning slightly. "I suppose so but I can get a call from work at any time. I don't exactly have set days off of work." He told him, glancing towards his phone before he turned his attention back to Icarus once more.
"Just why don't you want the kid to be found? You obviously were at the auction so who sent you and why the kid?" He questioned him, lowering his voice a little as he glanced out the window before making eye contact with the brunette. "Don't lie or avoid the question either. I've a right to know since you're using my place to lay low, Icarus."
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 9, 2017 20:14:15 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"]
"I'm sure he'd be fine if you were called in..." Though part of him had to wonder if the catatonic kid was just some sort of ruse. He was worth something to both the ones selling him, and the Order. So there had to be some real reason. Of course, the blonde went about asking exactly what he was thinking and he just shook his head. "I have a job, just like you. But unlike you, I don't believe in selling children for profit." His words were laced with just a bit of venom, but not enough to cause any sort of trouble. After the statement he went about finishing off his drink and zipping his hoodie back up, patting himself down a bit to make sure all of his weapons were just how he left them.
He was just about to make his leave when things... Changed. The whole apartment was now something very different. Hallways, rooms, people bustling about. Just what the hell was this? The kid and the blonde were nowhere to be found, at least within his immediate vicinity. Wait.. He knew this place... He shook his head and backed up a bit, backing straight into the last person that he had ever wanted to see. A small noise escaped him as he quickly turned around and stabbed the man of his nightmares. It was about then that he snapped out of it, realizing that he had for some reason actually stabbed a chair. However, he noticed the blonde in some similar state of confusion.
"Wait... Where's the kid?"
[attr="class","scarenotes"]263 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 9, 2017 21:20:58 GMT -6
Michael listened to his words as he spoke to him, merely narrowing his eyes a little at his venom-laced words about not believing in selling children. It wasn't like he was all for selling children either, but he had no say in it either way. Especially if he still wanted to be paid and have his head on his shoulders. However he let him move away from him and walked off to go grab the tv remote, about to turn it on and find a show for the kid to watch when everything changed around him.
He looked around quickly as he found himself back in his own home, a manor really, but everything was...silent. He turned around and moved to get to a door but quickly fell over something, jumping and scrambling back as he saw a body laying there. Just how the fuck had he gotten back here? One moment he was in his apartment and the next...mother of fuck. Realization flashed across his mind as he picked himself up and turned around, doing his best to snap out of whatever this was.
It took a few moments but he blinked and furrowed his brows as he looked around to find himself back in his apartment with the brunette once more. He shook his head and lifted a hand and rubbed his head as he closed an eye briefly. Though he turned his attention back over to the brunette as he spoke, staring at him for a few moments before he took off to check the rest of his apartment and his own weapon stash. This was bad, oh this was bad. He should never have agreed to hide that kid!
"If that kid is loose we are both fucked! Especially me for hiding you both!" He called out from his room as he was kneeling on the floor rifling through a chest he had pulled out from the closet and opened a hidden compartment to reveal some more weapons there. "You have no idea what that kid can do, do you?" He questioned Icarus, having come back out after arming himself.
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 9, 2017 22:01:04 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"]
He was still a bit shaken from everything he had seen. Sure, he had nightmares all the time about it, but seeing it, feeling it the way that he did. But he snapped out of it as quickly as he could, hearing the blonde's words wasn't helpful. He was really a narcissistic ass wasn't he? It took all he had not to just go stab him right then and there. But he had more composure than that, and quickly made his way to the door. No, he did not answer the question that had been asked. He just made his way out of the apartment and down the hall. He was going to find this damn kid with or without help.
But halfway down the hall, it happened again. He found himself back in his old home, that man coming after him, landing punch after punch on him, pinning him against the wall, breaking him down. He didn't snap out of it until the blonde somehow shook him out of it. He couldn't help the heavy panting, the tears at the edges of his eyes. Nor could he really help the blind rage that he felt. He grabbed the blonde by the collar of his shirt, pressing a dagger rather harshly against his throat. But after a moment he snapped out of it and withdrew the blade, shaking his head.
"Let's just... Find this stupid kid..." He growled and shoved the blonde away as he stood, going off again, determined now more than ever to find him and make whatever the hell this was stop. Was that why they wanted him so badly? To make people's fears come and haunt them? Why the hell would they need anyone that could do that?
[attr="class","scarenotes"]292 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 10, 2017 1:22:43 GMT -6
Michael had followed the brunette out of his apartment, taking his phone as well, and halfway down the hall he spotted something up with the brunette. He hurried on over to him and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him a little to try and snap him out of whatever was going on. He was honestly surprised to see the boy panting heavily and have tears at the edge of his eyes, it made him look more like...a person. However he blinked as he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and a dagger was pressed rather harshly against his throat. He froze up slightly and leaned his head back a little to try and get some of the pressure off, shooting him a look as he soon took the blade away.
The blonde merely grunted at being shoved away but regained his balance after stumbling back a little and looked him over carefully for a few moments before he followed after him closely. Though while he did that he pulled out his phone, scrolling through contacts in there. "We need to let someone know what's going on. We have absolutely no idea where that kid went and if he keeps attacking us like that we'll never be able to find him."
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 10, 2017 9:58:05 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"]
But the brunette turned and knocked the phone from the blonde's hands. "No. We can't." There probably should have been some sort of elaboration there, but there wasn't. Instead he just shook his head and walked off again, doing whatever he could to try and track the kid. Picking up on his magical signature was easy enough. Had it always been so strong? Or was it because he was actively using whatever his ability was? Either way, it was easy to follow it up to the roof.
Gods. Didn't he know it wasn't safe up here? All of the satellites could pick him up easily! The brunette pulled his hood over his head before walking out onto the roof of the building, his sapphire eyes scanning the area. But he just couldn't find the kid. Great, could he turn invisible too?
"Look. I know you're up here somewhere. But you can't stay here. It isn't safe. There are people looking for you, people that want to use you. I don't know why, and I don't really care. I was supposed to bring you to them, but instead, I brought you into hiding. I want to set you free. So please, just.. Stop running from us and come inside before they find us."
But there was no response. The brunette made a frustrated noise before heading back towards the door. No way was he going to risk being found out himself. He was already in enough trouble as it was for not immediately turning the kid in. Maybe he should have. Maybe he wouldn't be in this mess if he had. But he couldn't help it really. Seeing the poor kid in the state he had been in... It made him so angry. So instead he just sat on the inside of the door, propping it open with a brick and watching out for the boy should he choose to come back in.
"You can go back inside if you want. You've done enough for us, and this is entirely my problem. I chose to save him. You were right. I never should have brought him here."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]356 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 10, 2017 10:30:38 GMT -6
When Icarus had knocked his phone out of his hand, Michael frowned a little and expected the brunette to continue speaking but he didn't. He sighed and just picked his phone up and continued after the brunette to get the kid back. He said nothing as he just followed him up to the roof, hanging back a little in the stairwell as he watched Icarus.
He was silent still as he listened to the brunette speak towards the kid - wherever that kid was anyway. He glanced down the stairwell as he put a hand on the handle of a gun, prepared to pull it out if needed. However when Icarus spoke once more, he glanced over to him and sighed as he glanced away once more. He was still for a few moments before he shifted his footing and took a seat by the brunette, shifting to lean his back against the wall.
Michael turned his icy gaze over to the brunette, carefully watching him before he lifted a hand to run it through his blonde hair. "I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon right now. I'm still in trouble for hiding you both, and my boss will find out one way or another." He paused as he looked down and dropped his hand to rest his arm over his knee, shifting a little once more to get more comfortable. He was quiet for a few moments before he returned his attention back to the brunette.
"Look... I'm not for selling kids for profit. But where I stand in my job, I've no say about it. I can't do anything about it if I still want to be able to have an income and my head on my shoulders." He told him, tilting his head to the side slightly. "What really brought you to my apartment that day? I'm pretty sure you could've gotten information on your own more easily than trying to pry it from me." A small smile crossed his face finally as he shook his head and reached into his pocket, pulling out the phone that the brunette had also given him. "And I'm certain that giving me this wasn't your only reason either."
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 10, 2017 11:06:40 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"]
He kept his gaze out towards the roof, continually scanning for any sort of movement at all that might indicate where the kid was hiding out. But so far, there was nothing. So he just listened as the blonde spoke. What had brought him there? Information. Replacing destroyed property. That was all it had been. And annoying the shit out of him was also some sort of bonus. So the brunette shrugged. There wasn't much that he could really say when it came to that topic. "It was... Entertaining. Seeing you get so pissed off at the mere sight of me." That's all it was. Amusement. That, and not many people out there saw his face and lived to tell about it. Not that the blonde had really ratted him out to his boss. He probably wouldn't believe him anyways.
"What time is it..?" He had already been cutting it close to checking in with his operator before this whole thing had happened. He was probably really late by now. So he stood, stretching a bit and turning to go back down the stairs, but another forced vision of his past made that plan useless, as he wound up out on the roof somehow. Gods he was getting sick of that. Wait... "You're doing this... To stop me from leaving?"
Rather suddenly, the both of them snapped to reality, still somehow in the apartment, slumped against the wall with the kid standing before them, pulling his hands away from their heads. So. He could alter what people thought and saw. Confusing reality for his own. Was that why he was so desired? The brunette blinked up at the kid who was just looking down at him, nodding a bit. A soft, but irritated sigh left him. At least until he looked towards the window and noticed the sun rising.
"WAH!? What time is it!?" He quickly stood and looked for a clock, reading the time from the stove in the kitchen. 5 am. Good gods! It was just 11! How was it so early!? Was this a trick too!? "Do you know what you've done!? I can't get us out of here in the daylight! What the hell!?"
[attr="class","scarenotes"]368 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 11, 2017 13:10:23 GMT -6
Michael shrugged a little and pocketed his phone once more at his words, smile fading away once more. He shifted once more and lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, glancing away as he heard him question what time it was. "I don't know...midnight maybe? How can you be sure he's even on the roof anyway? We should check elsewhere..." He mentioned, only to find he had been talking to himself for the brunette had ventured out onto the roof. "Great..." He muttered as he shook his head and stood, beginning to head towards the brunette as he frowned slightly at his last words.
However, just like that he found himself back in his apartment slumped against the wall beside Icarus. The kid they were looking for stood before them, pulling his hands away from their heads. He blinked a few times and looked around with a baffled expression on his face, at a complete loss on what just happened. Hadn't he been up at the roof just then..? What time was it anyway? It had been eleven so surely they couldn't have been there long, right?
He turned his attention over to Icarus as he had exclaimed and hurried over to the kitchen, the blonde frowning a little before he got up as well and glanced out the window. He stared at the window for a few moments, speechless as he watched the sun beginning to rise. Had he gotten drunk somehow? Blacked out? But...that didn't explain what happened. Just what the fuck happened? He eventually turned towards the brunette, his mind still trying to come to terms with what just happened to him. "What the fuck happened? Hadn't it just been eleven?" He questioned him, blinking a little before he looked at the kid for a few moments and then quickly checked himself for weapons. No...he didn't have any. Had that been a trick too?
He leaned back against the wall as he put a hand to his face for a few moments. This was real, right? But his attention was brought back to Icarus as he spoke once more, the blonde moving away from the wall to go to the kitchen and see what time it was for himself. After a moment he turned towards the brunette and grabbed his shoulders, lowering his head for a moment before he looked back up at him and made eye contact with the boy. "Would you stop for a moment and fucking explain to me what the fuck just happened? We were just on the roof! It was still night!" He shook his head and released the brunette to lean against the counter a bit.
Shit, had his boss tried to contact him? What if he sent someone here? Michael cursed under his breath before he shifted a little and grabbed the brunette's wrist and gestured for the kid to follow as he dragged him to his bedroom and then went about checking everything in there was in its place. "Just...hide out here for a bit... I need to see if my boss tried to contact me... Or sent anyone for me."
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 11, 2017 16:34:36 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 not a happy individual. Even less so when he was dragged along with the blonde. The kid just walked along behind them, taking a seat on the blonde's bed. The brunette crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, patting himself down as well, but he still had all of his weapons, not that he was really all that surprised. "Your boss? Who the fuck cares about your boss! It's mine that's the problem here!" Well that wasn't exactly a lie. He hadn't checked in since he had stolen the kid, and if he didn't do it soon, he would have his own head on a platter. He would go from top ranking assassin to a gods damned fugitive in a matter of hours.
Still, he shook his head and went to go pace around the living room. He could understand why people would want the kid, at least now anyways, but that didn't mean that he really wanted to turn him over, even if his own life was on the line. So now he was stuck here, pacing around in circles, trying to think of a way to get them both out of here and to a safehouse or something. This kid was a nightmare, but there had to be a reason he didn't want him to leave him alone, right? It only took a few moments for him to storm back into the room where the other two were and grab the kid by the collar of his shirt and pull him up real close to him. "Why me? Why do all of this? I'm more likely to drop you off now that you've pissed me off than I was before. Come on! Tell me! What's so important about you anyways!? Why do they want you?!"
The kid made a few noises of discomfort as the brunette yelled at him, but made no attempt to use his powers on him. After a few moments, the brunette gave up and dropped the kid with a small growl. "Maybe I should just hand you over to them. It's not like I should be risking my life and career for you when all you do is torment me." Another growl escaped him, along with some rather irritated and dissatisfied noise. "Look. If you want to live, I need to report to my boss, okay? I need to check in, or it's my head. Literally. They'll hunt me down and cut it off. Do you understand? I'm going to do that. You'll be fine for an hour."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]428 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 11, 2017 17:41:05 GMT -6
Michael crossed his arms as he looked at the brunette as he retaliated with who was in the worst position currently. Though he remained in his room as the brunette left it, shaking his head before he turned his attention back to the kid that sat on his bed. He said nothing as he observed the kid, frowning slightly as even he was not sure what to think of the kid after what happened. Gods if his boss found out... But at the same time he wasn't really stolen from the auction...the brunette really had bought him so...
A sigh escaped the blonde as the brunette entered the room again, a brow quirking as he watched Icarus go and grab the kid by the collar of his shirt and yell at him. Honestly he was surprised the kid wasn't lashing out at him over that. Though his eyes went back to the brunette as he spoke once more, mostly towards the kid no doubt.
After a few moments he stepped forward and grabbed the kid's bicep and pulled him back a bit from the brunette, not even bothering to look at the troublesome kid. "Go, I'll watch him. I just need to check in with my boss anyway. I've been working overtime so I can probably manage to get a day or two off." He told him, sighing as he tilted his head to the side slightly. He then waved a hand in the air slightly in dismissal. "You've got a key to this damn place anyway. Might as well make you go shopping again for the kid after you go report to your boss."
He led the kid out of his room, having him take a seat on the couch before he grabbed the remote to turn the tv on. Damn, how would he explain this...? "Hey Icarus, we should probably cut his hair. He'll be easily recognizable if it remains like that." He mentioned as he stared at the kid before he walked off to the kitchen to make a snack for the kid while also checking his phone which he had left on the counter.
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 11, 2017 17:56:30 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"]
"I don't really care what you do to him." He muttered at the comment about cutting off the kid's hair. It wasn't like it was any of his business anyways. Still, he made his way towards the blonde and held out his hand, an almost annoyed look on his face. "If I'm going shopping I need money. I spent all of my cash yesterday, and I don't have my card on me. Besides that. He wiped me out pretty good." Alright, so that was a lie. He wasn't entirely wiped out just yet. He still had at least enough for a cushy getaway if he really needed one. Still, the blonde didn't know that.
[attr="class","scarenotes"]114 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 11, 2017 19:06:53 GMT -6
Michael glanced over at the brunette as he came over, explaining that he needed money if he had expected him to go shopping. He sighed and set down the plate he had made the boy's snack on and reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. The blonde then opened it up and thumbed some bills before he pulled some out and placed them in the brunette's hand, his hand sliding to cover the money over the brunette's open palm.
"That's two-hundred dollars right there. Should be more than enough to get some things for the kid and maybe something for yourself too." He told him, remaining where he was, holding his ground more like it, before he eventually removed his hand. After that he slipped his wallet back into his pocket and grabbed the plate to take to the kid.
"I'll be making breakfast at about seven. So if you're not back by then..." He trailed off with a shrug as he sat down on the couch by the kid and set the plate down on the coffee table. He rested an arm over the back of the couch as he checked his phone for a few moments, soon glancing down at the kid. "Go ahead and eat the snacks. It's fine."
Post by Akira de'Enguarde on Aug 11, 2017 19:21:58 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"]
He paused to consider for a moment whether or not $200 was a lot for the blonde. Then again, it was typical of rich people to give way too much money for simple mundane things, which meant the blonde was probably pretty well off. He asked what to buy before he took off, expecting the kid to stop him again, but he didn't. He was almost thankful for that fact. It didn't take him too long to find his way outside, pulling his hoodie well over his face and keeping his head down as he slunk along, making his way as far across the city as he could before slipping into an electronics store to purchase himself a burner phone. He removed his hood, and shortly after getting it registered, it rang.
"Yeah yeah, freak out at me later. I'm just checking in... Huh? What are you talking about? I dropped it off at the park like I was told to. Maybe it ran off." He paused and shrugged at the screeching in his ear. "Look, I'm telling you I dropped it off. What more do you want from me?... So I can't have a personal life? Maybe I slipped into someone's apartment for a good time and didn't want to be interrupted." Well that wasn't even a good lie. His operator knew him much better than that. "Look, I just needed some down time. I can go and scour the park tonight if you haven't sent people already. But I'm telling you. Check the feeds. I left it there."
~ ~ ~ ~
A few hours passed before he returned, a few shopping bags in hand. He placed the bags and the money on the counter and flopped down, cracking open an energy drink. He was back just in time to miss breakfast, but that was alright. He didn't mind too much. As long as he had caffeine. "I'm gonna have to work tonight. Make it look like you ran away. And after that, we can try and get you out of the city. As for you, if you could watch him, that'd be great. Kind of out of options other than turning him over at this point."
[attr="class","scarenotes"]365 Words ♰ Michael Wolf ♰ Notes
Post by Michael Wolf on Aug 11, 2017 20:42:30 GMT -6
A few hours had passed since the brunette had left, leaving Michael to watch after the kid. He had made breakfast for the kid and himself and was just cleaning up by the time Icarus had come back. He closed the fridge as he glanced over to him, watching him for a few moment as he placed the bags and money on the counter before flopping down. He shook his head before he moved over to collect said money and then look through the things he had collected before putting the respective items away.
He listened to what the boy had to say as he made his way over to the boy and moved behind him, gathering up his hair in one hand carefully before he released it and turned towards where the brunette was. He stared at him for a few moments before he sighed and glanced down at the kid before he walked over to the brunette and lightly knocked his knuckles against the top of his head. "I don't want to be dragged in further so don't you fucking turn him over. I'll hear no end of it from my boss." He told him, soon placing his hand into his pocket as he turned to the side a little to look towards the kid again.
"I still expect you to either get a name out of him or name him. You brought him here, you name him." He told him, glancing back over to the brunette before he looked back towards the kid again. "Haircut time, kiddo. Don't want anyone recognizing you, so come on." He spoke, gesturing for the kid to come with him as he made his way over to the bathroom so he could get the kid's hair cut.
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