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Post by Valencia Donahue on Nov 11, 2007 4:25:03 GMT 1
[GLADYS]: “Suit yourself! ‘Not sure if you have anything to jump into the pool with, Tiao, but we wouldn’t want you to feel left out! This is a party and once we’re alright, do have some fun, huh? Even Pillars need to relax and have some ‘alone time’ once in a while!” Ruth mentally sighed after hearing that Tiao give his response. It was hard to tell if she was glad that “Tiao wasn’t interested in Valencia” or annoyed that he “forgot all about her already”. Gladys hardly noticed the sudden change in subject because she was too busy thinking about Ruth. After all, Ruth was her girlfriend and out of the trio, Gladys was a friend of Valencia, but mostly because her girlfriend was friends with her as well. They traveled in awkward silence down the darkened hall and it wasn’t long until the lesbians began to see familiar faces. Most of which were friends of friends of friends that were or weren’t part of the Network. Out of all those faces though, they recognized one that looked a lot like Valencia’s and if they didn’t know better, they would’ve thought that Valencia changed out of her Wraith outfit and into the Bride from “Kill Bill”. They knew better. It was Valerie Donnellson, also known as “Mimic” during the Nameless Game, Valencia’s rival and “double”, and a Cartford student who just wasn’t that nice to most people unless she liked them. The natural blonde leaned against the wall as the trio made it back to the main parlor on the way to the pool. Valerie sneered at the three. If she knew that Tiao was a Pillar, she would’ve toned it down, but seeing as she didn’t, she felt that she had every liberty to ridicule Valencia’s friends. [VALERIE]: “Well! Look what the cat dragged in! Oh, let me guess what happened… The cowgirl’s gun blew up in her face because the fairy screwed up with her magic, am I right?” [RUTH]: “Bug off, before I say a bunch of things that’ll burn your ears, Kiddo.” [VALERIE]: “And will you? That’s the big question, isn’t it? And where’s Valencia? I heard something that’d get her attention. Wait, before you answer that, who’s the ninja?” [GLADYS]: “Tiao—” [VALERIE]: “You know what, forget about it. I don’t even want to know. Just tell me where Valencia is so I don’t have to put up with the two of you.” Ruth would’ve wailed onto Valerie then and there with the closest blunt melee weapon she could find, but decided against it once Gladys told her what was on her mind. [GLADYS]: “It wouldn’t hurt for us to deliver the message for you, but we really don’t know where Valencia is right now. We’re going to clean up, then jump into the pool. We’re probably going to party the whole night through, so chances are that you’ll find Valencia eventually.” [VALERIE]: “Hmph. Whatever. In case she’s doing something stupid the entire time and I miss her, let her know that I met her doctor that diagnosed her ‘blindness’ when she was born and I heard that her ex was somewhere. Just felt like passing the news.” [RUTH]: “No different from you passing gas, so we’ll just be on our way and let her know about the more important things.” Valerie flipped her hair and stared long and hard at Tiao before letting the lesbians pass and standing in the Pillar’s way. She put her hands on her hips and if Tiao could spot the differences between she and Valencia, the more noticeable differences would lie in their manner of speaking and the fact that Valencia is Vietnamese. [VALERIE]: “Alright Chow, time for me to set things straight—I just don’t like those two because they’re friends with someone I really don’t like, so no hard feelings, hm? You’re not someone I see too often, since I’m from Cartford and all, but I have a feeling that there’s something important about you… Spill.” Meanwhile…Lisa Kirkland found a ray of shining hope when Akira didn’t press the matter any further. Alas, it meant that she was off the hook! Yay! Unbeknownst to her, Akira already figured out that it was a good idea to leave before things got dangerous, but the damage was done… It’d only be a matter of time ‘til she got all the information and data she needed through Mr. Joaquin and pursue him on her own time. Unlike one or two other guests, she didn’t make it too obvious that one of these days, her men would snatch him off the streets to experiment upon. Instead, she gave off a nasty vibe that Akira picked up while she was in her own happy world. She didn’t notice one bit that Akira was strategizing a temporary escape but when she was brought back to earth, Lisa placed a thin finger on her lip in thought and grinned with her tiny, needle-like teeth. [LISA]: “Hnnn… See, there’re all kinds of questions I’d love to ask you about, but right now, I’m fresh out. Imagine! Oh! But I could ask about something else… Do you have any siblings? Close friends? Oh, how lovely would it be if you could tell me about them! How often do you wander around alone? Where do you usually go? Me, when I get time off, I do some shopping and relax in some spa, but your case must be much more different, wouldn’t you agree? Hohoho… I don’t mean to be rude, but I can’t imagine you doing the sort of things I do! Wouldn’t that be silly?” …For someone fresh out of questions, Lisa was back to probing Akira like a scientist would to an amoeba under the glass. From hearts, measurements, to kidnapping plans. Imagine that. Meanwhile…Garrett caught on that Odin didn’t respond to his proposal, but his disappointment was soon replaced with anticipation when he sensed tension in the air. It made some of his hairs stand up on end in excitement. If he were a bloodthirsty murderer, which he was in a sense, it’d delight him to acknowledge that his prey was fighting back. It gave a whole new meaning to “playing with your food”. He felt tempted to suggest that they take things outside where some real damage could be done, but that’d destroy Mr. Joaquin’s party and any potential for Mr. Avci to get more people to eat beyond the one right in front of him. For his own sake, he kept to himself and licked his chops before replying to Odin’s invitation to view a card trick. [GARRETT]: “Amuse me.” The cannibal looked on as the Gambit explained the trick bit by bit, showing essential details when it needed to be brought to attention. Mr. Avci have been to Las Vegas where some of the finest chefs served him during magic shows, so he knew that magicians were showing you something to distract you. Who knew if Odin was the sort to pull the wool over this man’s eyes, but Garrett chose not to let it distract him from this little trick. His eyes followed Odin’s finger as though he was moving the Ace of Spades like someone was dangling a limb in front of him. Then, Odin asked him if the Ace of Spades was still there. He lifted a brow at Odin’s change in expression and smoothed some of his uncouth hair before replying honestly… [GARRETT]: “If you didn’t perform some kind of sleight of hand, I believe it’s still there.” That’s all he said. He was interested in what the Gambit mentioned earlier about the deck bringing the Ace of Spades to the top of the deck, so you can say that he was intrigued in finding out how all this would end. It was hard to remotely consider Garrett the sort to be easily fascinated in parlor tricks. However, it’s easier for people to regard him as the sort to want things to be over with for something else to occupy his voracious attention. Thus, for him to tilt his head after hearing Ruth and Valerie verbally duking it out nearby wasn’t that unusual. He thought about whether or not Odin had any sisters after remembering how much softer female flesh was compared to that of males.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 11, 2007 5:01:32 GMT 1
“Does it matter?”
Boom. Odin’s idle left hand struck out with fury as he exploded forward with a single step, striking toward the stomach of the slightly larger, elder male. The deck of cards in his right hand were quickly clasped in his grasp, his right fist already cocked back at this point as his hips torqued over with his shoulder rolling forward. A once serious straight right hand followed by a tilted hook, better known as an overhand right, was sent crashing toward Mr. Avci’s jaw, the difference in this case was the extra five pounds held in his palm. Surprise was the trick at hand, and Mr. Avci was too stupid and arrogant to see through Odin’s ploy.
The set up for his trick was the trick itself. He didn’t know any card tricks, and had in fact placed that card on top earlier that night simply because Gambit was usually seen throwing the ace of spades at the most dramatic of moments. The cards were made of metal, thin, durable, but heavy for such thin cards. They were colored and coated extremely well to look like nothing more then regular playing cards, but the fact of the matter was that they were a trick deck.
Odin’s plan was simple, destroy the destroyer and prevent him from being able to eat anything that isn’t through a straw. Otherwise it didn’t really matter, as Mr. Avci didn’t have any personal information on him. His looks were different when out of costume, he never gave his name, nor did he sign a guest book or show an official invitation. He only told the butler about the invite he had seen in the school paper, and which paper he never mentioned.
Seemed for once Odin’s paranoia about social events was right on the money. Now he just needed to act on all his previously dreamt up conclusions.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Nov 11, 2007 8:27:07 GMT 1
((OOC: XD Random brawl time. I thought Odin was against the wall, but no big.))
Needless to say, Mr. Avci should’ve seen it coming. He sensed it and looked forward to it, but really didn’t see it coming. The only last minute warning he had was Odin uttering how the whole trick was a trick and wham. Left blow to stomach. He took a step or two back after the initial hit and that’s when his violent instincts kicked in. Screw Mr. Joaquin’s party; Garrett was pretty pissed. As Odin came in with an overhand right and improvised brass knuckle of sorts, Garrett’s left hand was prepared to grab his opponent’s right arm, an inch away from his wrist, and right hand aimed for grasping and choking Odin’s neck, fingers and thumb wrapping behind his jaw. With that, Mr. Avci would lunge forward to push the Gambit into, if not over, the piece of furniture he was sitting on.
Of course, the moment this fight broke out, so did panic. Whatever guests were nearby fled from the “ring” with startled screams and yells as the more daring people hung around the outside to watch the match. A couple servants left the room or consulted their walkie-talkies, making it as obvious as ever that it’d probably be fatal to directly intervene between Garrett Avci and Odin Reeves. Some ways away, Mr. Joaquin got the call in the billiards room and scowled in exasperation once he heard that the cannibalistic chef decided to take matters into his own bloody hands. The white Jabberwocky exited the room and headed towards the parlor where Gambit and “Sabretooth” were undoubtedly trying to kill each other and Valerie “trapped” Tiao in the hallway, looking over her shoulder in surprise at what was unfolding.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 11, 2007 21:46:51 GMT 1
"Yeah..."
Tiao's mind began to trail off to Gladys' suggestion. Surprisingly, he did take her words to heart. The more Tiao thought about it, the more he realized how high strung he was. Since the Varron transfer, Tiao couldn't think of a time where he had been at peace, let alone took any time to relax. It had been ages since he'd gone surfing, and his skateboard hadn't been underneath his feet in a good while either. Home had never been a place to relax for Tiao. School was where he could unwind, but ever since the transfer it had gone on a downward spiral...
His thoughts were cut to an abrupt stop as his mind mimicked his feet. Tiao looked up in search for the reason as to why the two girls had stopped. His eyes fell upon the girl from Kill Bill (a movie Tiao disliked with a passion for its portrayal on kung fu). On first glance he thought it to be Valencia, his mind soon working in the details that Val had been dressed in a cloak, and there were in fact other differences in appearance- like the fact this girl wasn't asian.
He listened to the conversation, though it became hard to keep track of without prior knowledge of the relationships between this girl and the couple. There was mention of the doctor that had diagnosed her blindness--something Tiao had glanced over in Darren's files of all the students. Soon enough however their conversation was brought to an end as Ruth and Gladys moved past her, the new girl stepping in front of Tiao with questions in tow.
"I'm Tiao Lei Shen." he emphasized his surname, taking some angst to the stereotypical placement. "I'm a wealthy chinese kid, the captain of the track and baseball teams, and I'm a pillar of Hircine High. Who are you?"
Despite Tiao's bluntness, his tone wasn't overly provoking as usual. This girl could possibly tell him some things that would be useful. He was assuming this girl disliked Valencia based on the couples association and the way she spoke of her. While this set him in the wrong direction to start with, he was positive that Valencia would know dozens of people who didn't like him to every one that wouldn't like her. After she would speak, if she chose to, Tiao would look past her as she did the same.
"God dammit."
Tiao clenched his jaw, moving past Valerie to briskly walk his way to the parlor. Whether it truly was his place or not, Tiao felt it his responsibility to break up the fight. Years of being a school pillar made it hard to break this habit, as Tiao didn't even give second thoughts to his arm injury. Tiao assumed that Valerie would follow him in that direction, as thats where the most noticeable event was occuring. If she didn't, however, Tiao would do his best to find her afterwards.
By the time he pushed through the crowd, Sabretooth was lunging at Odin Reeves. Despite previous actions against Odin, Tiao's first moves were to subdue the one who was attacking. As the one man threw out his arm to choke Odin, successfully or not, Tiao's good arm would find a tight handhold on the top of head. Gripping the hair Tiao would pull back and down with a quick firmness, forcing his body to move with his head and slam into the floor below. If successful Tiao would take a step back, turning his gaze to Odin as he spoke to both men.
"Fights over."
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Post by victor on Nov 12, 2007 5:36:01 GMT 1
"Okay, maybe it was harsh of me to set up these traps, but let me tell ya, missing Mischief Night just isn’t my thing. I apologize for nearly offing you like that and Mr. Joaquin would kill me if he found out, so let’s set off on a better foot?”
The man held out his hand, saying he could "show him around". Hmm, interesting... Victor was not one to be naive, but he would go along anyway. Like he said, there was no guarantee he would was immune. There was bound to be a trap which would catch him somewhere. He was sure of it. It was all in fun, wasn't it? All in fun until somebody lost an eye... or worse...
Victor reached out and shook the man's hand; a hand which was dry as a rock and felt abnormally strong, similar to his father's hand, although Withers was only gripping him lightly. Had Mr. Joaquin's servants been trained in combat of some sort? In Victor's experience, anyone could obtain high levels of strength with enough training, but to obtain the kind where your hand was dry as well as strong, you had to undergo something... extra. He didn't know what.
But he wasn't going to let that unnerve him. He had faced down worse things. Withers didn't look like the kind who would attack unless provoked, and if push came to shove, Victor felt that he could give the man a good run for his money.
...right?
"Yes, let's start over, sir." Victor said. "And the bribe won't be necessary. I'm an honest player when it comes to things in life."
And now to business.
"So you can show me around you say, sir? Well le-"
Before he could finish, he heard the sounds of crashing from down the nearby stairs, followed by shouting and somebody-Zuko by the sound of it-saying that the fight was over. Figures a fight would break out. What were Hircine students without fights? But that wasn't his affair at the moment.
"As I was saying sir," Victor continued, "lead the way please."
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Nov 16, 2007 19:58:42 GMT 1
((OOC: I think plenty enough waiting has been done. I was mostly waiting for others and especially Odin, but figured that because Tiao entered the fray, it might be necessary to see what happens to Mr. Avci before Odin can respond. Feel free to make any necessary fixes in your post for consistency.))
As Mr. Withers shook Victor’s hand, a radio went off in his back pocket with voices announcing a gist of what was going on. The servant held up a finger as if signifying to wait moment, then pulled the radio in front of him as he sauntered quietly off to the shadows. Needless to say, it ticked him off to know the news after it happened. It really, really ticked him off to find out that something important happened and Mr. Joaquin showed up before he did. It also ticked him off to find out that Mr. Avci just couldn’t contain himself and a fight broke out in the main parlor… Folks, that’s just a sign that things will get worse. Mr. Withers pressed a couple buttons on the radio, deciding to verbally and brutally deride the servants beneath his heels later. He had a guest to tend to and orders to follow: Make the guests happy. Mr. Withers turned around and faced Victor from the dark and reentered the lighter shade of dark with a grin.
[MR. WITHERS]: “I’m sorry about that… A lot goes on here. Come! As you can see here, this is the art gallery. Mr. Joaquin is a bit of a magpie and loves to collect all sorts of things, even when he has little use for it. It’s a shame that he doesn’t come here as often as he used to, but I understand why. Appreciation of the arts requires optimal senses and it wouldn’t do to be in any way impaired. Come along, we have a big mansion!”
The aide was obviously rushing, but who could blame him? It was getting late-ish and he wasn’t in the mood to introduce every single painting to the scamp that didn’t get shredded to bits. Furthermore, Mr. Withers’s plan was to navigate the tour until they reached the parlor so some damage control can be done… At least, as much damage control left over if Mr. Joaquin leaves any for him.
[MR. WITHERS]: “Next is a bathroom! Now don’t go giving me weird looks, it appears much more… ‘Grandiose’ than it sounds. The one I’m showing you is themed around naked mermaids and other merfolk. Practically every bathroom in this mansion is themed, usually around something aquatic, but since this is a Halloween-ish occasion, expect the décor to be more ‘intimidating’ than usual. This one might have a sea monster or the Creature from the Black Lagoon… Damn all this bathrooms… I forgot which bathroom it is, but one of them makes the lights suddenly go out and ‘Bloody Mary’ appears in the mirror! Gawd, I had fun making that one…”
Meanwhile…
Valerie lifted a brow at Tiao after getting her response and once he finished, she briskly added her thoughts, just as bluntly as the Pillar did… Except with a hint of snootiness in her defense.
[VALERIE]: “…And I’m the Queen of England.”
That was the snootiness.
[VALERIE]: “But honestly, I’m Valerie Donnellson, a wealthy Caucasian kid, Cartford High School’s ASG Secretary, and a stuntwoman as a part-time job. I would’ve disbelieved you if it weren’t ‘the pot calling the kettle black’ in terms of achievement.”
Before she could say any more than that, Valerie looked over her shoulder in surprise at what was unfolding and followed Tiao after he moved past her. The Cartford stuntwoman stopped and moved to the side to let Mr. Joaquin pass, causing the host to pause briefly, then continue on his way into the parlor. Back in the parlor, Tiao grabbed hold of Garrett Avci’s hair and commenced pulling on it in attempt to stop the attack. The large man clutched Odin’s right arm even tighter as Tiao pulled him towards the ground. The choke and push got nulled in exchange for a slam into the floor. After crashing, Garrett released Odin’s arm, got up, and shook off the shock before fixing his murderous eyes upon Tiao. By no means did he forget all about the Gambit, but it’s because of this that Tiao was next on his menu.
[GARRETT]: “You call this a fight? It barely even started.”
Mr. Avci’s fangs were as visible as ever as he bared his teeth and took a step or two towards the Pillar before something stopped him. Another distraction. Mr. Joaquin banged his cane against the wooden floor and made his way into through to crowd to the scene. Whoever bothered to look at him were either intrigued by his white Jabberwocky costume or amazed by his guts to confront the cannibalistic monster. Only the organization members and the more perceptive guests picked up that he’s the host of this party.
[MR. JOAQUIN]: “Don’t make things difficult for yourself, Mr. Avci.”
[GARRETT]: “…Fuck. So the Jabberwocky shows up now.”
Jabez Joaquin ignored the grumble and had his white eyes drill deep into Garrett’s. The cannibalistic gourmand knew for years now that Mr. Joaquin was going blind, but he was “nice” enough to keep quiet about it. Even now he decided to keep his mouth shut instead of howling into the host’s face that the Jabberwocky’s stare had no effect on him and wouldn’t stop him in the slightest from eviscerating Odin and mauling Tiao... And ripping up Mr. Joaquin on the spot. Garrett snuffed at the man in white and headed towards the doors. On his way out, he hollered loud and clear enough for Tiao and Odin to hear:
[GARRETT]: “Better start locking your doors and looking over your shoulders more often. It’s a very cruel world we live in.”
Slam. Mr. Avci left the party. Mr. Joaquin turned to Tiao and especially to Odin to offer his apologies.
[MR. JOAQUIN]: “I do apologize for any inconvenience Mr. Avci caused you. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”
He sensed something familiar in the room and looked briefly towards Valerie’s direction before focusing back on Tiao and Odin.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 16, 2007 23:28:48 GMT 1
Odin’s body released it’s feeling for his right arm. It was trapped, but it wasn’t being controlled. It wasn’t the focus of the Sabretooths attention, and so there was no reason to worry about it. Dipping down he threw his forearm into Mr. Avci’s, sending his choke attempt to the side before… Falling? Mr. Avci’s body was pulled back, causing Odin’s low sense of gravity and ‘squatting’ frame to be pulled forward. He stumbled, threw a knee into Garrett’s shoulder, and then rolled off to the side once his arm was free. It wasn’t until he was standing that he was able to see the reason behind Avci’s fall, or the voice that came up afterwards.
Tiao. The pillar that he probably liked the most, but that’s only because he hasn’t really mingled with the school captain. Oh, and because he was, in fact, the only pillar left after Kurtz was dismissed. Ein never really seemed to imply himself to the position, at least in Odin’s opinion.
“Not until the cannibals jaw’s broken.” Speaking in tongue? A random language that seems familiar with English, only without actual implications to prior knowledge. No, Odin was simply to blunt for his own good. Mr. Avci seemed to have the same reasoning as Odin, not one for their fight’s being dismissed, nor for other’s to interfere and tell them it’s over. But even then the host of the party stepped in, which was like putting more fuel on the fire when comparing the flames with Odin’s anger.
‘He’s the one who invited him. He’s at fault.’
After that Odin didn’t really pay attention to any more of the talk, He was to tense and on guard. Yet, It seemed the host was able to deter the cannibal and make him leave, if not after a few threatening comments. When asked if there was anything that Mr. Joaquin could do to make up for his guest only one thing came to mind.
“Have him put down? That would be nice, seeing as that cannibalistic freak is planning on eating me... And probably you too.” He said, giving half a glance over to Tiao.
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Post by akira on Nov 19, 2007 1:08:36 GMT 1
OOC:(I apologize again for the lateness)
IC: A few of Akira’s friends began to approach and looked rather confused, they obviously had no idea how they could get him out of there. Akira listened to the rapid barrage of questions from the woman who had apparently nothing left to ask. So much information at one single time, it was a good thing Akira was a good listener
“Well I have no siblings. And the only real close friend I had I haven’t seen for a few years. I often walk around the forest and beach alone. Or just the city in general.” Akira saw his friends suddenly dash forwards just a few moments after he finished speaking, running up to him they picked him up and rushed off to a nearby crowd of people. Looking rather startled while this happened Akira smiled then waved back to Lisa “We will have to catch up some other time.” Akira shouted back before being lowered back into the crowd of people.
“Seriously guys… Thanks for that, I owe you one.” Akira let out a slight chuckle before glancing around the room, noticing that quite a commotion had began during his conversation, he would have to check up on that later.
OOC:(I am still in this thread, so if you think you have something important that would involve Akira further then you may acknowledge him, but ill give it a little before I get myself involved again.)
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Vince
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Post by Vince on Nov 19, 2007 2:46:17 GMT 1
Vince was almost over the odd stares he was getting. He was even thinking of dismissing his small dancing partner's hunch as they continued their good time. He was even starting to admire the small girl in afew ways, things would quickly snap back to reality as the crashing began.
Vince would immediately turn the small girl quickly to get a view on the cause of the noise, his eyes taking in a fight for one reason or another. The odd thing was, he remembered seeing the man that was dressed as Sabretooth, and the fact he didn't seem particularly young....
Vince would take the moment to dip the small girl, before standing her up again and releasing her from the dance. He would sigh slightly just before he spoke, his legs taunt and ready to move towards the fight.
"Sorry, Lovely, but I must be having a look. Do save a dance for me if you will later though."
With those words Vince would move quickly to the fight, just like a large group of other attendees. It would slow his progress, but he shoved and damn near swam through the human sea impressively. Still by the time he got to his destination the fight was over and a man in white was apologizing. His tone and even stature made him seem like the mysterious host of the party.
Still the word "Cannibal" from Odin was what really caught Vince's attention. Perhaps Annette was on to something with her hunch? It might explain the odd looks everyone was receiving and the fact they were watched so closely.
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Post by victor on Nov 19, 2007 4:20:07 GMT 1
Mr. Withers did not stop for very long. He only continued down the hallway, leading out of the gallery. Victor followed suite, listening to the ancient man's explanation of how Mr. Joaquin enjoyed collecting fine art. Victor, who also had a taste for fine artwork, nodded. This place was Wonderland and all that was missing was Alice herself and the White Rabbit.
"Your master has a very refined taste." Victor remarked. Noticing one of his favorite paintings, he added, "Blake's painting of the Dragon and the Woman clothed in the sun is particularly fascinating to me. Does Mr. Joaquin have just that copy of it, or does he have all copies, as there were different versions of the Dragon and Woman."
At last they arrived at the bathroom. Victor was a bit surprised that Mr. Withers would take him here, but the man told him it was worth it. And his descriptions of it made it sound... tantalizing...
Victor opened the door.
It wasn't a bathroom. It was more like a cross between a Japanese bathhouse and a French ballroom. Fresh white tiles covered the ground. The room was massive and wide open. The sinks were made of black marble. There were no bathtubs. Instead there were what seemed to be man made springs in the ground that were steaming, shrouding the room in a fine mist. From the ceiling hung golden chandeliers with candles. The room was painted entirely in black and white. In the corners of the room were easy chairs. The changing booths were made out of bamboo.
Even more, there were statues all around. Mermaids and mermen surrounded the room, some gold, some silver, some bronze, others a mixture. They were all the size of a regular human being. All sorts of poses had been designed. Here was one mermaid and her mate kissing passionately upon a rock. Here was another mermaid luring a foolish land man to his death with her beauty. Here was a merman swimming gracefully with a school of dolphin. And in the center of the massive room was a tremendous series of statues of mermen bowing before Triton himself, seated on a throne. Triton held his famous trident in one hand, smiling wisely down on his subjects.
"I'm speechless." Victor said. "I mean, I knew that I would be surprised, but this is-"
The door slammed shut.
The lights went out.
Victor turned around and looked at one of the mirrors. Something was forming in one of them. He remembered something from years ago when he was in elementary school. He had been friends-platonic of course-with a pretty girl named Laura. She always played a game with him at her house in the bathroom when he came over. He never believed it, but he didn't want to let down his friend, so he played it.
The legendary Bloody Mary game.
"Is that...?" Victor thought. "That has to be just a hologram..."
It began to take shape. The face appeared, bloody, ruined, hideous, obscene. A maniacal, howling laughter filled the room. Victor was not unnerved by the face, but the sound of the laughter was so inhuman that he clapped his hands over his ears and staggered backward from the appalling noise. He had NEVER heard such a sound before and never wanted to hear it again.
Victor turned around just in time to see some of the mermen statues turn around, specifically the ones who held crossbows (but then what good would they do underwater?). He took his hands off of his ears and the howling laugh sounded again, startling him just long enough to let down his guard.
The mermen fired their crossbows.
And from inside the bathroom, the screams began.
OOC: I'm not dead, but that's not to say I'm doing well either!
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 19, 2007 7:00:54 GMT 1
"Yeah, you're achievements blow my mind."
Tiao briefly added in to Valerie before he moved into the parlor. After slamming Sabertooth to the ground, the larger man quickly got back up as Odin rolled to his feet, ready for more. It seemed he was one of the tougher fighters in the area, though Tiao didn't recognize him from Hircine. If he had been from Hircine, he would likely have stopped by Tiao's presence alone. Regardless, Tiao wasn't worried in the slightest. Injured, he was still more than confident with his ability to take down the freak, assuming Odin wouldn't beat him to it.
When Mr. Avci took another step at him however, Tiao's good arm formed a cobra position, his index and middle finger preparing to plunge into the man's throat. He had no need to however, for Mr. Joaquin entered the room and somehow diffused the situation. When asked a question, Tiao was reluctant to answer.
Strangely enough, Odin Reeves had spoken something quite similiar to what Tiao was planning on saying himself. Therefore, he simply looked on with a blank look, not bothering to respond in anyway until Odin turned his head in his direction.
"Most likely, but I doubt either of us are frightened by that man. I've seen you fight." Tiao referred, speaking of both the tournament and their own former confrontation. The words would be the closest Tiao would get to giving a compliment
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Nov 23, 2007 17:54:25 GMT 1
Lisa nodded with each and every word Akira uttered with a smile glued on her red lips. Just smile and nod. She was paying attention, but if every other time Akira spoke was of any indication, she was once more in her happy place with her surgical instruments and this young man’s chest wide open... With each piece of valuable information he gave away as though he was pouring his heart to her—Literally. It was a shame that he didn’t have any siblings and his really close friend wasn’t exactly close enough for the pickings, but the group of friends Akira ran off looked promising. She waved a bony hand at Akira as he went on his way and kept smiling her small-toothed smile. Akira wandering around on his own at uninhabited locations should make things much easier for her to get in touch with him and do some “catching up”. Miss Kirkland hugged her white mink fur boa and skipped off excitedly in her heels to other organization members, perhaps to tell them how well her meeting went.
Meanwhile…
Mr. Withers followed behind Victor into the bathroom and lingered near the door while the teenager admired the interior of the room. The aide had a good hunch that this room would distract him, especially since everything else in this house was practically eye-candy that Mr. Joaquin can’t enjoy himself. The aide grinned and backed slowly out the door, allowing the trap to the rest to the hapless, foolish boy. After the door slammed and locked Victor in, Mr. Withers pressed his ear against the door to hear the carnage from within. He could watch the recording later, sure, yet nothing in the world would quite compare to hearing someone scream their lungs out in fear and anguish first-hand. Music to his ears~! Glorious music~! It was indeed the Bloody Mary bathroom he worked on after all! He wanted to join in on the cackling, but that would look cheesy and he had to appear classy for his boss.
[MR. WITHERS]: “Awww… But I have let him out eventually and Mr. Joaquin would probably kill me if I bring negative publicity here… Well, more negative publicity beyond the organ traffickers and that cannibal.”
The undead manservant unlocked the door and turned on the lights. The damage was as apparent as heck and odds were that this bathroom may have to sport an “out of order” sign. Mr. Withers cleared his throat and feigned concern… He’s usually a convincing actor if he tries hard enough. The problem here was that he wanted to be elsewhere, doing something important for Mr. Joaquin, instead of waiting for Victor to kick the bucket… Or checking if he was still alive.
[MR. WITHERS]: “Good sir, are you alright?! The door locked me out and next thing I knew, I heard everything from outside! Listen, speak to me now… Everything is okay! Sure, you may be a tad scraped here and there, but I assure you that you will be JUST FINE. For gosh sakes, be a frikkin’ man!”
He was losing his patience. He prefers the bodies he checks to be still and unmoving.
[MR. WITHERS]: “Whether or not you’re well, this isn’t the place to be. It’d be a shame if you died in a bathroom, you know.”
Meanwhile…
People heard mayhem, Annette heard opportunity. Because she’s the sort to put business first, she felt anxious to get the scoop while it was fresh, even if she was having a fine time dancing with Vince. She didn’t want to be too rude, though. Luckily, Vince ended the dance with a pleasant dip and wanted to check out the scene too. The saloon dancer curtseyed…
[ANNETTE]: “Will do! And believe me, I think I should go get a look-see too. My hunch was on target, there really is something to write about here! See you in a bit! And I hope you get yourself a good view!”
Since a bunch of people were gravitating to the scene of the crime, it must’ve been weird to hear someone small like Annette say something like that when she should be speaking for herself. That was when Sean came in. The bodyguard finally made it by the editor’s side and felt relieved that Vince was gone, only to see Annette moving slowly towards the growing crowd, right where Vince was headed.
[ANNETTE]: “Oh, come on Sean! It’s not like I’m gonna be run over as long as you’re around! Hurry up before another row of people show up!”
Sean slowly got what Annette said and jogged after the small lady. They wanted to get a story that everyone was probably going to hear at some point in time… When they didn’t know that the more successful and devious editors found their stories talking to the other guests. Richard was at the pool conversing with someone he met about controversial issues and other “important small talk”. The editor to the Howler was talking to a group of surgeons about their practice. It was a very in-depth and involved conversation.
Meanwhile…
This was bad. Of all things to not go according to plan, it had to do with the culinary cannibal, Mr. Avci. The parlor was beginning to fill up, even though there wasn’t much to look at besides the small mess some undead servants were cleaning. Still, the excessive attention wasn’t good and Mr. Joaquin found it in his best interests to water down the situation to the best of his ability, even though observant people like Vince were probably in the crowd putting two and two together. The host spoke first to the gathering crowd…
[MR. JOAQUIN]: “There isn’t anything left to see. One of the rabble-rousers left the party and I will be sure to talk to him later. Please, do not let this upset you.”
…Then, he turned to Odin and Tiao and sighed deeply under the pressure of eyes that won’t leave his body. It annoyed him to no end and made him already plan out the choice words he’ll be using once he gets in touch with Garrett again.
[MR. JOAQUIN]: “I would be lying to you if I said that he doesn’t eat people… His lawyers are worth every penny he pays them and I assure you that he pays handsomely. I hope you don’t mind if we discuss this in my study? I do not want to panic anyone about this, especially because Mr. Avci doesn’t just eat people for the taste… Not everyone is willing to believe that what he does is… Cultural.”
He made a motion with his hand to suggest they follow him as his servants discreetly got in the way of whatever curious followers that looked to nosy. Some of those followers were simply eavesdroppers by nature, others were wondering if there was a main event to this party. What the Jabberwocky failed to mention was that Mr. Avci was not only one to feast on human flesh and other disgusting things, but also one to follow through with his threats. What happened here was a mess and if it things didn’t turn out as they did, Mr. Avci would be paying Mr. Joaquin a “small” sum for giving him a target or two… Not get upset because the host has to apologize to the gourmand’s ingredients and food. This Jabberwocky could’ve died. Could’ve. Not would’ve. Once they got to the study, Mr. Joaquin would stand behind his desk until Tiao and Odin took their seats.
[MR. JOAQUIN]: “I’ll just cut to the chase. Mr. Avci began practicing anthropophagous behaviors to cope with the death of his wife and ever since then, he acquired a taste for people. I’m not sure if he attained any diseases yet, since eating people certainly has its share of negative side effects… However, you can say that whatever happened to him happened and what you just witnessed was not only his true nature once provoked, but also the results of his culinary pursuits.”
There it was, an explanation. Not the full and absolute explanation with all the truths that would likely cause Odin and Tiao to turn on him on the spot, but it will hold. He hoped it would, anyways. He sensed their demeanors and they weren’t the sort to take a lie and leave. They would probably either force answers out of this blinding man or just skip to the fighting. Mr. Joaquin really didn’t want to resort to force. Too bad that if worse comes to worse, he may have to take that route.
[MR. JOAQUIN]: “If you would like, I can provide you two protection until I clear things up with Mr. Avci. You have to believe me, he can be convinced if you give him a good enough reason.”
Not like Mr. Avci will ever be convinced after what Odin and Tiao did, but the offer was worth a shot.
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Post by victor on Nov 24, 2007 6:33:48 GMT 1
The lights came on and the statues went back into place (they must have been robots of some kind). Mr. Withers came into the room looking jovial, despite the chaos that had ensued in such a brief amount of time.
And there was Victor in the middle of it.
The crossbows had apparently not been real bows. The arrows on them had been distractions. When Victor had stepped in between the crossbows to dodge the arrows he thought would fly at him, the mermen statues had turned to face him and Victor had felt something lance up his legs that felt like tiny bee stings.
It had taken about half a second for him to really feel it, but the stinging sensation had started at just above his knees and then climbed up his legs. He had screamed in pain as something peppered him and backed away, causing the pain to intensify for some reason.
As he stepped away, the mermen raised their crossbows and fired at his upper body. Victor instinctively raised his arms to shield his face and his arms were peppered by more stings, along with his body. Screaming, he had fallen on his back.
At last, it had been over. Victor had lain on his back for a few seconds, letting the pain abate, before getting to his feet. It was only after he had gotten to his feet that he had seen the front of the mermen's bows producing smoke. Apparently their bows had some sort of machine gun styled mechanism built into them. The ammunition were small needles, similar to those used in acupuncture, but designed for combat, not therapy. That was evident because Victor now had a good deal of needles sticking out of his legs and arms. Only a few were in his body, although that had a good deal of wounds too.
Victor had been in terrible pain, but through sheer will power he had been able to drag himself into a sitting position to pick out most of the needles (which had been equally painful). God DAMN IT, he could have lost an eye!
“Good sir, are you alright?! The door locked me out and next thing I knew, I heard everything from outside! Listen, speak to me now… Everything is okay! Sure, you may be a tad scraped here and there, but I assure you that you will be JUST FINE. For gosh sakes, be a frikkin’ man!”
Victor got to his feet, which was difficult due to the fact the upper portion of his legs had just been repeatedly punctured by needles. He retained his neutral demeanor, but he was NOT going to be talked down to like that. Not that he was going to be insulting back of course.
"Even the men among men scream in certain moments of pain, sir. I think being repeatedly pierced with acupuncture needles all over your body would count." Victor said, offering the Charon like butler a friendly smirk.
"But I'm not going to let acupuncture gone overboard chase me away. This place is like the Lewis Carroll novel, and just as deceivingly twisted, although I say that as a compliment. Where shall we go next?" he asked.
"That horror was just the woods with the Cheshire Cat." Victor thought. "Probably mild compared to what else awaits everyone else. So where is the ultimate horror, or perhaps, the Red Queen?"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Nov 26, 2007 20:02:35 GMT 1
((OOC: ‘Cause I get things done.))
Mr. Withers picked and pulled out a few needles to look as though he was busy tending to Victor’s wounds, even though most people would advise that you don’t do that if you sincerely mean well. He rolled his eyes and shook his head at what the Hircine student said and if we could get a glimpse inside his mind, the gears would be turning and he’d be cooking something up. He stopped “helping” Victor and placed a finger on his chin in thought. He wanted to dispose of Victor to move on to better things, especially because this manservant probably “ruined the goods”, but there was a use to everything and part of that everything was Victor.
[MR. WITHERS]: “You know, I am very concerned for you health. As manly as you claim to be, I still have obligations and you’re still a liability. Like I said before, Mr. Joaquin wouldn’t like it if I severely harmed any one of his guests, so I apologize for cutting our tour short. On the bright side, once you’re more fit and able, it wouldn’t hurt to come back some other time for a tour. For now… What say you to having a drink with me? Okay, there aren’t any alcoholic drinks around for this party, but there’re still plenty of other drinks to choose from. Like… Damn, what are they serving that isn’t watered down or weak in spite of the quality… The coffee is nice. I think there’s some nice tea too! Hell, they even have flavored water! I’m sure you’ll find something you’ll like! Come!”
Once again, Mr. Withers wanted to check out what was going on elsewhere, even though the hullabaloo with Mr. Avci was for the most part over. This “Plan C” was to drag Victor where Mr. Joaquin can get some customers. For every person that could be chopped up or stalked at some point in their lives, the Jabberwocky got more money. Although this here Victor was… In a rather “discounted” state, business is business and maybe they’ll take a vital organ instead of griping about all the flesh wounds. The aide just hoped that this nuisance won’t make him go through the whole “damn plan alphabet”.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 27, 2007 7:18:48 GMT 1
(OOC: Since there's no order, I'm here. Unlike Odin, I don't let little things like having a life get in the way of posting.)
As Mr. Joaquin spoke, Tiao had no verbal response. He hadn't actually thought the man to be a cannibal, then again, he wasn't there for the start of the confrontation. His right eyebrow raised up, eyeing the host of the party. At his request, Tiao turned his head to Odin briefly, making eye contact before stepping ahead to show he would go whether Odin decided to or not.
The walk to the study was an interesting one. It wasn't the scenery or his company that interested the pillar. No, it was the servants. The way they knew to step in and cut off anyone that would tail behind. Butlers and waiters didn't do that, guards did. While not quite as organized, Mr. Joaquin's men seemed to hold themselves and act surprisingly similiar to his father's 'business men.' Tiao pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind for reflection later. He took a seat in Mr. Joaquin's office, listening as the explanation deepened.
"You'll have to forgive me for lacking any sympathy. We all have family problems--most of us just choose not to confide in eating people to cope with them."
Tiao Lei Shen snickered, disgusted. To be barbaric enough to eat others was sickening enough, but to label it as a hobby like culinary arts? The thought didn't put the pillar to ease. It was a shame that once you graduated you couldn't solve the misactions of others by force. Perhaps the entire city should develop a pillar system.
"I don't need protection. If I did, my father would have a detail on me at all times. He didn't raise me to need someone holding my hand." Tiao paused, momentarily insulted at the gesture of goodwill.
"Tell me, Mr. Joaquin, why is it Mr. Avci was able to enter your household at all? You're clearly fully aware of his identity and actions. Why wasn't he stopped at the door and turned around? Why the hell would you willing allow a killer into a room filled with teenagers?"
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Post by victor on Nov 28, 2007 7:15:14 GMT 1
Victor was getting suspicious. Something was going on here. Deadly traps, creepy servants, and the Charon like butler that possessed seemingly superhuman strength had just told him to "be a man" about almost being turned into a human pincushion and was now acting concerned about his welfare? Something was up.
He wouldn't ask any questions of course. Something was definitely up, but he would play it safe for now. He would simply treasure up every word he heard and observe his surroundings out of the corner of his eyes. Typical detective work, but Mr. Joaquin was playing more than a game now, that was clear.
"Yes, perhaps a drink would be nice." Victor said, picking the last needle out of his arm. "You say you have tea? Given that Mr. Joaquin has paintings from around the world, I'm assuming he has other things from around the world too. Would you happen to have green tea? I'm very fond of that."
There were bound to be more traps along the way. If not that, there were traps in the dining room or bar or wherever Mr. Withers would take him. And there were other possibilities too.
Other possibilities indeed.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 28, 2007 9:23:45 GMT 1
‘Breath… Breath… Breath… Deep breathes. That’s it.’
Odin eyes were still set aflame from the fury that Mr. Avci had bestowed upon him. But now other questions had flown through his mind, blocking his vision of the scenes that were unfolding. Like why did Mr. Joaquin let Garrett Avci into the party? And if that Cannibal was let in, what other sort of sick twisted fucks were hear at this party.
By the time they reached Mr. Joaquin’s study Odin’s mind came back into focus, and it wasn’t until then that he noticed that he was still without his costumes trademark trench coat. Ready to turn back and grab it from the parlor before it was stolen he bumped full force into a decrepit corpse, making the undead wobble back with surprising balance as to not fall while limping along. In the corpses hands was in fact Odin’s trench coat, which he kindly took with a soft ‘sorry’ and ‘thanks.’
Slinging his coat back over his shoulders in the dramatic super-hero way where it softly floats down one arm he once again felt at ease in his surroundings, albeit unknown, but at ease. He’d be able to think this through with a calm, selective mind so as to not miss anything. Remaining quiet Odin non-verbal threw away the Jabberwocky’s gift of protection, as it would in fact feel awkward working as a bouncer and having similar style individual’s doing the same for you.
After hearing Mr. Joaquin’s story he to felt unsympathetic toward Mr. Avci, perhaps it was the fact that Sabretooth wanted to eat him through any means possible. Or could it be that Odin was just emotionally dead on the inside and didn’t care for the bullshit of others. Either was possible, and so either choice could be deemed correct. Never the less he stayed quiet, finding Tiao’s questions to be enough for the moment, and once they were answered he’d press his imagination and see just what Mr. Joaquin would do to atone for the hardships he had brought upon two teenagers.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Nov 28, 2007 13:39:18 GMT 1
[MR. WITHERS]: “Green tea~ Due to its popularity, I am very sure that we have that! It’s definitely more healthful than an espresso, and if it’s healthy, it’s here, that much I can guarantee.”
The manservant led Victor along on their way and tried to think of the sort of people who’d want this “holey” Hircine High student. Ha ha, “holey”. Mr. Withers didn’t doubt at this point that some holy, miraculous act of God was saving this blimey kid’s tail each time a trap made a go for his life. As they headed down the corridor and the darkness receded, he pulled out his device and began to press buttons begrudgingly to disable the traps until they passed. Why he didn’t do this sooner was something you’d see on a worksheet in English class about dramatic irony.
Obviously, the self-restraint on killing Victor was getting on his nerves. The aide made a mental note to attend the operation to laugh triumphantly (and maniacally) when they cut the bloke’s chest open or something like that. Depends on which organ Mr. Joaquin’s customer chooses… Or even better! They can cut him open one day, schedule different appointments with different customers, and chop him up little by little before leaving whatever’s left of his corpse in a sack in a random dumpster in an alley no one’ll ever visit! And Mr. Withers will see personally that it will happen if Mr. Avci doesn’t call dibs on eating Victor’s awful offal. Maybe he’ll convince the cannibal that eating Victor will make him sick…
[MR. WITHERS]: “HALLELUJAH. FINALLY. FREEDOM! MURDER! GOD, I LOVE MY LIFE, WE’RE WHERE I WANT TO BE FOR ONCE!”
…It is very safe to assume that Victor is more than suspicious by now. Mr. Withers suddenly spun around to face Victor as if he didn’t just hiss his utmost joy through his teeth and throwing his arms up in glee. Smile. Pretend it didn’t happen. It usually works if you’re good at it.
[MR. WITHERS]: “And now, we shall have a nice drink together and toast our good health! May we live long healthy lives and all that bullcrud! Eat well, stay fit, die anyways…”
Mr. Withers couldn’t contain his enthusiasm as he grabbed Victor’s wrist with his death grip, mapped out the longest route to where they served tea, and mentally cackled with accomplishment. It was moments like these that people truly wondered if he was seriously Mr. Joaquin’s most trusted servant. It was the next moment or so that he redeems himself in the eyes of shady organizations. He slowed down his brisk pace and pretended to walk more casually (with Victor still in tow) so someone would recognize him. For instance, renowned fashion model Camille Leone. He gulped when he felt the attractive woman’s eyes on him, but felt several metric tons of relief shrugged off when the healthy brunette eyed Victor on the way towards the two. Then, those several metric tons of pressure slapped Mr. Withers again when she spoke, still gawking at Victor, face frozen in a friendly smile.
[CAMILLE]: “…What’d you do to him?”
[MR. WITHERS]: “AHAHA. Camille! Meet… Uh… My newfound good ol’ buddy ol’ pal I just met! He’s a very cultured guy, quick on his feet too. Takes pain like a soldier! Obviously, Hircine High still holds their reputation for churning out tough kids! I’d love to find out MacMillan’s secret one of these days! And of course, Ms. Camille Leone needs no introduction because she’s been in practically every fashion magazine at least once. You probably wouldn’t believe me, but it’s true!”
[CAMILLE]: “A pleasure to meet you~”
Mr. Withers released Victor’s wrist and almost pushed him into Camille as she lifted her face and looked down at him, which was her equivalent to a nod of respect or a no-contact-handshake.
Meanwhile…
Jabez Joaquin sighed gently after hearing Tiao’s response and he sensed enough agitation from Odin’s end to assume that he wasn’t sympathetic either. Their reasons were very logical and sound, he respected that, but he hoped that somewhere deep down, they’d understand Mr. Avci’s… Condition. Guess not. Instead of saying convincing words that’d only fall on deaf ears, Mr. Joaquin chose to proceed and nodded regretfully in accordance to Tiao and Odin’s decision to not accept protection. He gave them a chance and they just turned it down for their own personal reasons.
[MR. JOAQUIN]: “I had a feeling your father would raise you that way, Tiao. He has that sort of aura whenever we meet each other in the morning, being that we’re neighbors. But to answer your question, I’ve known Mr. Avci for a long while. He could’ve contributed to this celebration of good health with his knowledge in fine cuisine… The kind that doesn’t involve people, mind you. I know people change, so I took utmost caution when I invited him and upped security just in case. He isn’t the sort to lash out randomly—He’s more likely to strike back when provoked. Most people find his civil nature hard to believe because of his brashness.”
He laced his fingers together and leaned forward on his desk to rest his elbows upon it in thought. Mr. Joaquin’s pale eyes weren’t focused on anything in general, but the slight furrow in his brow was enough to prove his contemplation.
[MR. JOAQUIN]: “Reeves, is it? I do apologize if I am wrong, I am merely going off of hunches… I think I’ve met your father a long time ago, but I may be getting old. Although Mr. Avci may have provoked you, you threw the first blow. I highly doubt Mr. Avci is out there, waiting for you to exit the front door, but I am still very hesitant in telling you to leave this soiree for causing a dispute. Sticks and stones… It’s very likely that Mr. Avci threatened to broil your heart over a spit, but you could’ve at least considered my policy and waited to fight with him off my property.”
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 29, 2007 22:56:57 GMT 1
"Civil or not, you knew him to be a killer."
Tiao sat back in his chair. He said what he wanted to say, and would let it soak in to give Odin a chance to say whatever he wanted. Mr. Joaquin had mentioned both their fathers. His neighbor and his father's acquantice didn't surprise Tiao in the least, as he was already aware. With the mention of Odin's father, however, Tiao was curious as to how that came about. The files said his father was a bounty hunter. An exciting job no doubt, but in reality Tiao couldn't imagine they'd run into high class people like Mr. Joaquin.
The pillar's thoughts lingered a bit, then moved back to his own father. Was he to report to him about the incident with Mr. Avci? If he did, he would be beaten and reprimanded, another lesson in dealing with his own problems. If he did not, Mr. Avci may come to his own home. Nothing he would worry about with himself, and definately not with his father. But if Mr. Avci went when it was just his mother, and no guards were stationed, the situation could end up all the worse.
Dammit.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 30, 2007 11:31:55 GMT 1
“Your information seems to be pretty good, or is it just your sight for family resemblance?” Odin hadn’t exactly given any information about himself when entering the soiree. He came dressed, mentioned the ad in the school paper and continued on his way. He never informed the staff as to his name, he never gave Mr. Avci his name, and so it seemed Mr. Joaquin’s flow of information was wide enough to even stretch across the country, from New York to California.
Adjusting himself in the chair he leaned back, lifting his left leg and letting his ankle rest atop his knee. He looked very much relaxed; almost at home with a hint of disrespect as his arms spread out along the cushioned arm rests. He didn’t even bother to glance at Tiao; his eyes were too focused on the Jabberwocky whose intentions seemed to borderline on helpful and hindrance. Clearing his throat he made room for the flow of words that were inevitably going to be long, at least when considering how much Odin speaks.
“Mr. Joaquin, how helpful do you really want to be in this situation. If you truly want to be helpful you’ll arrange a get together with your cannibalistic friend, one where this can all be settled through a legally binding contract. I’m sure one as blunt and impulsive as Garrett Avci would agree to my conditions, and with a lawyer present, one of yours, and if needed his, then this should work out in the end.”
‘Of course, it’ll only be helpful to me. And everyone else that cannibal has his eyes set on.’
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