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Post by Maverik on Jan 14, 2007 17:43:33 GMT 1
“So this is his new enterprise huh?” Maverik murmured to himself as he looked up at the large boat ‘The Halen’. It was a floating casino of sorts, and a classy one at that. “Just what I’d expect from Shamino… Classy and expensive pretty much sums up his life” He grinned slightly as he walked along the pier the boat was docked at, remembering the last few encounters he had been in with the man. It had been quite a while since Shamino had left Varron, and so Maverik figured he wouldn’t see the small man again, what with his reputation for making enemies in high places, he just assumed that he had left the country, going off to continue his work somewhere in Europe.
As he approached the boat, he noticed two large men guarding the entrance, obviously checking for ID and the like. It was part casino, part hotel and part restaurant. He pulled out his card, and the two nodded approvingly, allowing him to pass by. He walked up onto the deck, noticing that there were already quite a few patrons enjoying the various gambling games that were scattered about. Maverik came across a flight of stairs that was being dutifully guarded by another rather impressive looking fellow. “I’m here to see Mr. Warhen” He told the bouncer.
“Mr. Warhen isn’t expecting anyone. No appointment, no meeting” He said gruffly. Maverik couldn’t help but smile at the man’s attempts to sound intimidating. He knew that one on one, he was likely to be able to beat someone like him without too much trouble. But that wasn’t the issue here. He had no need for Violence. And besides, one on one was only a scenario. Looking about, he knew that any trouble started would draw the attention of many more guards, and knowing Shamino as well as he did, he knew they would all be highly trained.
“Tell him a ghost from the past has stopped by to pay a visit. Tell him Double Debt would like a few words” He said with a grin. The bouncer looked displeased with this, but none the less, he called over another guard to hold his post while he ascended the stairs and delivered Maverik’s message to his boss. Maverik just smiled simply at the new guard who looked upon him with great suspicion.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Jan 18, 2007 2:05:42 GMT 1
"Sure."
Shamino was in the very top of the ship in his private home away from home away from 'home'. Papers were scattered about his desk. Signatures to place, documents to read. He gripped a remote control and turned the channel on a small television before going back to his moniter. He had idly waved a person away whom had told him 'Doubt Debt' was here. To be honest, he was expecting old Crime Family members to come back. Either to gloat about personal sucess or ask for a favor. The syndicate didn't have enough time for them all. But he'd make an exception for Maverik.
Guards would let him walk through the ship, they'd direct him what stairs to take. Then they would escort him to the top of the stairs to the private deck. It was bare, simply hard wood floor that stretched what seemed forever until it lead to the private lounge building that seemed so out of place on the ship. The door opened- one of the two guards had seen Maveril arriving and opened it prematurely. Lightning striked a tree somewhere far away, causing the sky to flash. It would be raining soon. Shamino exited his office, sitting in the lounge at the private bar, waiting.
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Post by Maverik on Jan 19, 2007 8:48:55 GMT 1
“Shamino Warhen…” Maverik’s voice echoed along the elongated wooden deck, his footsteps approaching the private room in which the businessman sat. He stepped through as the door was opened for him with a slight nod of appreciation to the guard, letting him enter the room. “So good of you to grant me an audience on such short notice” He said as he looked about the room. It was very nice and high class like the rest of the ship. He smirked somewhat, remembering just how much Shamino liked to surround himself with the evidence of his good life.
“Judging by the décor, I’d say that you continued to do pretty well for yourself after you gave the old town the boot” He said absently, his eyes picking up on the short man and skimming over him. “Not that business is hard to find when your name is Shamino” He joked with a slight grin. He took his usual preferred stance in the room, leaning against a nearby wall rather than sitting down.
“You’ve probably decided that this can’t possibly be a pleasure visit, and you’d be half right. I do have an ulterior motive… However, it doesn’t have to be entirely unpleasant does it? We do go back quite a bit after all don’t we?” He asked as he looked to his side, noticing a cabinet filled with expensive bottles of wine and other alcoholic beverages. “Some scotch whisky perhaps?” He asked as he popped the glass door open and removed two glasses and a bottle of the amber liquid.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Jan 28, 2007 18:58:44 GMT 1
"Go ahead and drink."
Shamino opened his drawer, and stared at a medalion that stated sobriety for one year. He exhaled a shaky breath. He knew he was unstable, it took moving out here to realize it, but it could in no way drink responsibly. His first alcohol-in-moderation meeting was the following day. He wanted it, but he couldn't risk it. "I'm not in the mood."
"If you came here for some business, i've had it up to here with business." He spoke as he raised his left hand up to his temple. "If you're here to smoothtalk me into giving you, or doing something for you, be prepared to kiss a lot of ass." Shamino looked absent minded as he turned his head towards the door that lead to the outside deck. "Its pretty lonely in this city..." His fingers began to unconciously drum and his leg bounce slightly. He had an urge to pick up the 1961 Gibson SG that sat quietly on the stand behind him, but with someone else in the room that just wanted to 'talk', he'd become far too distracted.
He would miss whatever words Maverik would say in the process of his looking about. He solved his minor case of A.D.D by saying "Sorry, what was that?"
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Post by Maverik on Jan 31, 2007 8:14:31 GMT 1
“Suit yourself” He said as he sat the second glass back and merely poured a half glass of the drink, placing the bottle back in the cabinet and then leaning against it, still preferring to stand. For some reason, Shamino brought back old habits of caution, never allowing himself to be caught off guard. Most likely because Shamino had been like that for as long as Maverik could remember, and he had a tendency to mimic caution. Shamino returned his gaze and apologized for not listening, asking him to repeat it.
“Wasn’t much important said” He shrugged slightly. “As I mentioned, this is only half a pleasure visit. But don’t worry, it’s not business, and I don’t want anything from you, save for this conversation” He took a sip of his drink and savored the flavor before continuing. “Word has it that you’ve been about the school upriver… The one that has just recently received a rather large transfer of Varronites, myself included.” He let his eyes fall on Shamino softly but seriously. “And as the reports have it, you’ve been more than willing to take anyone down who has a smart mouth” He said this in a tone that suggested that Maverik could understand Shamino’s willingness to do this, though his face seemed to indicate that it was something that didn’t sit well with him.
“This tells me that there’s some animosity between yourself and them” He walked over towards the small man’s desk, facing him fully now. “Now the first thing that I would like to know, is why the Varron transfer is bothering you… It can’t be your business, because you’re too good to let a few kids trash any enterprise of yours…” He took another sip of his drink and then looked Shamino in the eyes. “What is it about them that’s got you on edge?” He asked with a slight raise of his eyebrow.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Feb 6, 2007 23:25:15 GMT 1
"Nothing."
Shamino shrugged a little, elbows on the table and his arms folded over each other. "Hircine kids are Hircine kids. Decent kids. Varron kids are lousy fighters and lousy kids, mixing into a decent school. I just help out the Hircine music department from time to time, which is why i'll be in the halls. I take it this is about that Raphael kid?" He looked away from his fixation on the window to look at Maverik. "Because if it is, i'm suprised he isn't dead yet."
He stretched a little, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up beside his computer. "If its about the kids in general, they're money. That's all. I like to play with them- it keeps me sane, keeps me in my youth. I'm 21 in a few months." He frowned a little. "Old age is creeping up on me. In nine years i'll be thirty. Thirty! Sometimes I wish I was at the bottom of the barrel like the other kids. I wish I didn't have all this. But, I do have a family name to uphold, and its difficult... But these kids, what do they have? Nothin', and they don't want anything else. And those who do?" He paused, nuzzling his head against the leather of his chair. "Join me."
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Post by Maverik on Feb 7, 2007 3:41:49 GMT 1
“Money huh?” He asked, a frown crossing his lips as he knocked back the last of his drink, placing the glass to the side. “Be careful Shamino… Because your games may keep you feeling younger… But in the end, I have to do what’s best for them. Hircinian’s and Varronites alike. And I’ve no intention of letting anything, or anyone, jeopardize their chance for peace…” He said in a very matter of fact tone. It wasn’t a threat. Far from it. Maverik was merely making a statement, telling a truth.
“And if that means I have to deal with something I don’t want to, then I’ll grit my teeth and do it.” He added calmly. “Because I don’t care what reputation the Varronites have. I don’t care how aggressive they may be… Or how undertrained… They all deserve the chance to try again in this calmer environment, and the main reason they’re getting riled up is because people are refusing to give them that chance.” He sighed and made eye contact with Shamino.
“Just… Don’t do anything too harsh ok?” He asked hopefully. “I don’t want to see my men’s efforts fall to nothing…” He added ruefully. “And besides. You should stop thinking of how old you’re going to be, and start realizing that this is the prime of your life. You’re 21, so go live it up instead of moping about the future damn it.” He said with a slight grin. “Hell, even a Warhen’s gotta let loose some time” He added as he turned around and headed towards the door.
Maverik paused as he reached the exit to the office, looking over his shoulder at Shamino. “Don’t destroy everything I’ve worked hard to build” He said soberly, turning his head back to the door, opening it and waving into the air without looking back. “Auf Wiedersehen” He said almost absentmindedly as he passed through the doorway, letting the door itself close behind him.
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