Everyone Needs Time Off (Open)

[Trent Davis]

"Yo, man, here comes someone."

The three men huddled together in the alley, the darkness hiding their bodies as they watched the lone man walk down the sidewalk. He was thinner than all three, they could tell, even from his baggy jacket. The man's eyes glanced down the alley as he walked past, watching for the attack that never came.

It seemed that no matter where one was, a predator always recognized a fellow predator.

The psychopathic rapist ignored them after passing, however, in an odd turn of events. For once, he was weary of killing, tired of the senseless death. While his goals hadn't changed, his hatred for others not bearing his blood hadn't dulled in the slightest, the constant death was fatiguing his mind, not his body. Therefore, tonight, he would take a vacation.

Trent's eyes glanced upwards, catching sight of the word Legion, causing a small smile to form on his lips as he passed the building. The flames were still fresh in his mind, and he could feel the heat on his body, the screams of dying men like a soundtrack he would never leave home without. God, it had been such fun! Still, he couldn't go in and gloat as he would have liked, for he had heard that the owner was no man to be trifled with. Simply put, it'd be suicide, and Trent wasn't quite eager to die just yet.

There was still so much fun left to be had.

With a soft chuckle, Trent passed the bouncers and continued on his way, heading down the street to the next bar he came across. The place was a dump compared to Taiku's club, though whether that was due to Legion's newfound success or the fact it had always been a dump wasn't clear. Still, it served its purpose well enough, and as Trent stepped and took a seat at the bar, he ordered the first beer name he recognized. Trent leaned forward on his stool, his arms crossed in front of him.

Just two or three. Then I'll be relaxed...

[koenig]

(It had been a very very long time since I had been to a bar. A very long time since I had tasted the refreshing taste of beer. For that purpose alone I had come to this bar. It was a very dark and dreary type of bar. The perfect type of bar for someone like me. Someone who prefered to drink without the constant buzzing of other people talking.

Sitting in the far corner of the bar I looked up when i saw a very familiar face walk into the bar. A face I had not seen in a very long time. That was the face of Trent davis. The last time I had seen him was back in varron. Me and him had fought each other for some pointless reason. A reason I did not even remember at this time.

Watching him sit down and order a beer I grabbed my own and walked over. Throwing down a ten dollar bill onto the table I sat down one seat away.)

"let me buy him this one. Keep the change"

(I said to the bartender as I looked over to him)

"Long time no see Trent, how are things going in the new environment?"

(I said with a small smile on my face, I wasn't here to antagonize him, I was just wondering one former varron student to another how things were going for him here at hircine)

[Trent Davis]

It wasn't hard to recognize the student who sat down close to Trent, he had been the first one the oldest Rydell had fought when arriving in Varron. Still, it was somewhat surprising that Bruce was so... kind. After all, at the time, Trent had crucified his friend against a church, and given Bruce five minutes of fighting before calling it off. Given such circumstances, Trent wouldn't put it past the other man to be waiting for an opportunity to sucker punch him, forcing him to keep his eyes on the other Varron newcomer.

"The same as the old..."

In a calm, unhurried fashion, Trent swallowed the rest of his beer, sliding the bottle away from him, the bottle falling off the bar but being caught by the bartender just in time, who had just brought Bruce's request. Trent ignored the look given, having gotten used to far worse reactions in the past, and simply turned on his stool to face Bruce.

"Why the sudden generousity? As I recall, we aren't on the best of terms."

[koenig]

(watching him as he turned to me I continued to smile. Hearing his words I shrugged slightly)

"yes you are correct in the fact that we are not on the best of terms, you crucified my friend. Attacked another one of my best friends and tried to kill him, but i have looked past that. People change and so do the ways they percieve things.

Here in Hircine it is much different then in varron, At varron it was a blood bath with every Varron student at each others throats, but here in hircine it isn't just the varron students against each other. Now we have to worry about the hircine students and other varron students.

I just figured that every person including you could use an ally, or at least someone you who doesn't want to see your blood hit the floor every time they see you"

(I said before draining my bottle of beer and ordering another one. As the bartender went to grab me one I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between my lips. Lighting it i then offered the pack to Trent)

[Trent Davis]

In an odd turn of events, Trent accepted Bruce's offered cigarettes, taking one and passing the pack back before using his own lighter to start up his addiction. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered, but a free cigarette was a free cigarette. What Bruce had said, however, was more interesting then his apparently generous nature.

"I have allies, if you must know. Kvist and the Hand of Fate owe me much, and sometime soon I intend on collecting that debt."

The volume of Trent's voice never rose, remaining the same creepily quiet that he was well known for. Still, there was one thing Trent was interested in, and he leaned forward towards Bruce, as if it were a secret.

"Hircine students are hardly worth my time. Varron was where the worst of the worst were sent, and I've yet to find my match there. What makes San Francisco so different?"

A small smirk made its way onto the oldest living Rydell's face, his arrogance towards the rest of the world easily apparent. No matter how hard they tried, the rest of the population would never match up to him, simply because they lacked the genetics and the will to do so.

"Still... There is one thing I'm curious of. How far has your perception changed? To sit next to a man who has killed, tortured, and raped your friends, mentally and physically. And who, undoubtedly, continue to do so until he bores of it, at which point he simply finishes them off for good?"

[koenig]

(Hearing him say I have allies, I smiled slighlty and nodded my head.)

"kvist and the hand of fate, hmmmm. those trent, I would not call allies"

(I said before taking another long puff of my cigarette. Inhaling the smoke and feeling it fill my lungs, I slowly exhaled. Then hearing his words about Hircine I merely nodded and waited for him to continue.

As he did I heard his question towards me.)

"My perception has changed enough, Enough for me to know that no matter what I do short of killing you, you will not change your ways. So Instead of fighting you, like I used to. I am trying to befriend you, or make you an ally, because then maybe that way I will not have to feel your knifes bite."

(I said to him before draining the rest of my beer and ordering two more)

[Trent Davis]

"You're half right. Kvist and the Hand aren't exactly the definition of allies, but more of a convenient tool. Our goals coincide more often than not, and I see no reason why I should deny myself a backup plan."

Trent leaned back slightly, swiping his beer off the counter and drinking a fair amount of the beverage before dropping it back where it had been originally. His tolerance for alcohol was obscenely high, the amount of times he'd had to drink with former employers while they discussed business was too many to even remember, and Trent could only smirk at the memory. If they knew my plans, I wonder if they would have hired me in the end... After all, in the end, everyone was on Trent's list, none were spared.

"Everyone tastes Death at one point, it's just a matter of when. If you'd like to extend your time away from it, however, there is something you can do for me."

Trent paused for a moment, finishing off his beer before taking the new one that had just been dropped off. At the rate he was going, even he would begin to feel the effects soon. Should speed this along, then. I can't afford to be drunk in such unfamiliar territory, not yet. At the same time, he also couldn't allow the bartender to catch the next words out of his mouth, and so, he waited until he had gone to serve other customers before continuing.

"I've heard Dain Gavyns has a woman living with him. A certain... Ran Ling Xiao. What I want you to do, is to invite her out a week from now, take her to the park at about this time of night. Say anything you need to get her to follow you, whether it be a surprise from her boyfriend, or catching up of old friends. In the end, it's imperative you take her to the park, and then leave. I'll take care of the rest."

Trent had high hopes that Bruce would actually follow through with his request, as the Hand couldn't be counted on for a task like this. Kvist seemed to take personal pleasure in punishing the Xiao's, and thus far, Trent had been restricted from interacting with them as he would've liked.

Hopefully, that would change now.

[koenig]

(As Trent leaned closer while the barteneder walked away i leaned forward slightly as well. As I listened to his words I smiled slighly)

"Ran Ling Xiao. This shouldn't be two hard to get her out, last time I checked we used to be best friends"

(I said to trent continuing to smile. I then grabbed my bottle of beer and drained the rest of the bottle)

"A week from now it will be done, see you then Trent"

(I said as I left the money I owed for mine and trents beers. I then walked out of the bar and headed back home)

ooc:( very short I know, just woke up and hungover)

[Trent Davis]

OOC: Short as well, but it's just wrapping it up.

IC:

"Perfect."

With that, Trent turned back towards the bar, the conversation over. As was promised, Bruce fell down on the list of those Trent saw as needing to be dealt with sooner rather than later, though as he said, there was no guarantee that eventually Trent wouldn't come after him. Sighing happily to himself, Trent took another drink of his beer before whipping out his cell phone, dialing the numbers with one hand before bringing the receiver up to his ear. Of course, it was the answering machine, but that just served his purposes better.

"It's Trent. I got you a surprise gift of goodwill. You'll see it soon enough."

His thumb flipped the phone closed, before it fell back into his pocket. It never hurt to have a backup plan, and should his ideas for Ran fall through, his intentions would still have some merit, or at the very least, it would give him some entertainment while other plans were formed.

"It's not such a bad night after all..."

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