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August 21, 2002

killing time [bianca-malcom-gaby-vos]

**tucking a gun in the back of his pants and leaning against a wall opposite the door, which he leave unlocked**

::She spills out of the cab, leather corset clinging by a few laces, tears streaming down her face, makeup running as she clutches leather tight to her chest. She stumbles - the cabdriver peels out and away, wanting nothing more to do with the crazy woman blubbering in his back seat... She runs unsteadily into the building, and up the stairs to Mal's apartment on the third floor.. arriving breathless and still sobbing as she bangs on the door::
"Malcom.. please.. lemme in... hurry"
::There is no denying the outright panic in her voice::

"Its unlocked." he shouts. his right hand going behind his back

::She clutches leather tight over left breast (I told you this would happen!) and grabs for the knob, spilling inside with a whimpered wail before the door is slammed behind her and she fumbles with the locks, stringy hair in disarray as she collapses against the door and slides down, tears streaming down her face..::
"I...I didn't... I didn't know who else to call.... he...h-he tried to kill me...."

"Why and how did he try to kill you?" he asks coldly

::Agony painted over such fragile features...::
"H...he... the night with Gaby.. when she danced... I s..s..s..aw them... together... and I confronted him... he..he..he fucked her, Malcom, he fucked her... and I screamed...at him I was coming here to tell you everything.... he..he betrayed me... my...my turn.. "

"Your turn what?" he asks calmly

::it pains her to even thing... (..I gave my all, I'm left with nothing..)...::
"To.. to tell you everything... he betrayed me.. I'll betray him."
::She scoots toward him on the floor, kneeling..::
"I'll serve you as I did him - with everything I am.. if you'll take me... I.. I am good... at what I do.. I'll tell you everything I know.. please.. please.. just don't turn me away.. don't be like him... please malcom..."
::tearfilled eyes beg as she looks up at him, fingers grasping at his pantleg::
"please..."

"I see. You'll serve me eh? How so. What is it you do? And what do I have to do to get it?"

::Hope flares in her gaze::
"A spy.. I'm a spy... he told me to watch you and Missy that night... he thinks you're a threat to Kaj'sha.. he wanted me to be sure you were teaching Missy correctly - then he had me find her, so he could have her dance before you could.... so Kaj'sha would look on him favorably instead of you... he... he fucked her..."
::by far the worse sin in her eyes..::
"I gave him everything and he fucked her.."
::she shakes her head, as if to rattle the visions from her mind::
"You don't have to do anything.. i was created to serve a Dancer in every capacity... it's my duty... and my joy.. by nature of who you are you have my undying servitude..."

"But you'd expect me to be 'faithful' to you?" he seems curious but not particularly moved

scent tracked
tank boots begin their rhythmic ascent of the stairs
(the rage wrapping calm..... calmed..... form as a blanket)
second floor. landing. third floor.
sensitive ears pick up the blubbering sobs from a certain door - mismatched eyes narrowing at the confession (betrayal)
knuckles rap, softly
(it wouldn't do to be rude, now)
expensive blazer straightened

::She shakes her head, stingy hair flying::
"No... he made me think he loved me... when he only cares for himself... he promised he'd be faithful - I know you ahve Missy... I expect nothing of you but to serve you... no promises.. I won't make the mistake again.. please..."

"Step to the side Bianca." he says calmly the gun coming out out as side, held casually

::She scatters to the side, instantly, at his command::
"yessir.. oh god.. dont let him get me please.." She moves farther into the room, ducking behind the chair, peeking out::

"Malcom."
tones matching the silk of his tie
"May I come in......"
respect another's territory

"Stay still and in the open Bianca and thats an order." he growls quietly at her "Come in Asher, its unlocked."

::she slips instantly into the open, though she hugs against the wall, still clutching her leather tight agaisnt breasts::
"Yessir.."

the door opens, slowly, mismatched eyes peeking it (relaxed hold on the gun..... a glare at the cowering girl) though a smile greets his packmate

"Seems my pet...... got out of hand again."

"She's not bothersome right now. Whats up Ash. " he smiles relax and easy,

::She seems to wither under that glare, her trembling increasing as she cowers against the wall with a soft whimper::

a brow.... lifts, chuckling (surprise.... maybe) liquifying to lean against the wall opposite Malcom, pink tongue snaking out to curve those lips into a (malicious) smile

"I didn't want her to bother you with this ravenous news she thought so important for you to hear..... you're still recovering...... you've other things to think about, yes? C'mon Bianca."

teeth closing around her name as if a bone

((vas))
*The black Audi cruises down the street and pauses pulling to the curb. It's windows are blacked out and the lisence plate reads P-TEXSCI. The door opens and a man steps to the side walk. Dressed in black slacks, a emerald silk button up shirt with a dark black vest over it. His hair is black and he sports a matching mustash and vandike. He looks around pulling down the tiny rectangular shades from his eyes. He felt a familiar ripple. SOmething.. kin calling out to him*

"Bianca have a seat at that desk." he gestures towards a desk at the third point of a triangle where he can keep them both within easy sight and shot. he looks back at Ash. "It's alright. It's not a big problem. Honestly. I dont mind the company." he chuckles "The rest of you dont come visit me much, this is the first person to come and all but knock down my door."

((vos))
*Slowly the door is shut and he leans aginst the side of the Audi. Observing the part of town that he's in. He was coming out for a meal and mayby a little play but now... something else*

::She whimper softly at the way her name grates across his tongue, scooting over to the desk and sittin, shoulders hunched, head bowed though she watches them through stringy blond veil..::
"Don't let him take me... please Malcom... he'll kill me..."

that brow
lifts
watching Bianca's reaction to him...... and then to his packmate (invisable hackles raise) though it seems to pass

"I tend to keep out unless invited.... I"m sure you understand."

mismatched gaze remains on (pinning) the girl (displeasure mercury's rising)

"Seems you two get along now...."

"Be quiet Bianca." he says coolly, not even glancing at her. "Tell ya what Asher. You're the Beta, and you're a busy guy. I'm here working with Gabby and recovering. Gabby's gotta spend part of her time with you being retrained. Leave Bianca here with me. She can keep me company, and help tend my wounds. That way the pack doesnt have to tend to my injuries. I mean she's just a stinking mortal." he smirks. "You know me Ash. I get along with everyone. We dont need to have a problem Ash. Tell ya what. Is there anything I can get for you? Some crank, smack, weed, or some jack or something?"

::She silences, instantly, pulling her knees to her chest and hugging them close (muffled voice muttering at the pressure) feet placed on the edge of the chair, quaking - certain Asher will drag her bodily from Malcom (and too her death)::

((vos))
*He sences pain.... sadness lurking ont he wind.. and fear. More than once place but he focouses in on that delicate emotion, one of the most flavorful and tries to pinpoint it.*

attention focuses on a certain word (the indulgent addict) and the smile, while breif, is there, followed by that rich (velvet) chuckle

"You trust her tending your wounds?" mockery in the glib-tongued Galliard's gaze "How do you know she won't poison you...... you've seen how fickle her alliances are."

"She cant poison me wrapping bandages around my ankle. And I'll chain her to the heat register while I sleep. There a pound uncut smack under the cushion of the sofa. If you're interested."

((vos))
*Opening the door he reaches in and pulls out a black jacket and pulls it on. Pausing to check something inside he arms the alarm. He heads up the street slowly. Feeling his way.*

::She seems to shrink from the cutting tone...::
"I'm not fickle.. you fucked her... you betrayed ME... I was nothing but good to you and see? See what you've done - lookit what you lost.. I can be whoever you want me too Malcom.. I can be your dream..."

((vos))
*He pauses feeling a different flavor.. Betrayal. * his eyes close behind the rectangular shades and he breethss deep* Ahhhh yes. * his voice is a rich barotone and a passer by smiles as she passes him*

that gaze (decapitating) sweeps to the cringing fomor

"Silly girl...... I told you he wouldn't care. Why don't you show him your little parlor tricks and see if he'll be impressed......"

a hand reaches beneath the sofa (carefully) to withdraw the cube, gracefully twisting to drop against the cushions, fingers idle play across tight wrapping (hungry)

"Is this a peace offering, Malcom?"

"Did I tell you to be silent, Bianca?" he asks quietly, keeping his attention on Asher. "Tell ya what my man." he smiles, knowing his offer is one that would be almost impossible to refuse. "You give her to me for life and I'll keep you with a steady supply of smack."
"Peace between us also as part of our new relationships."

((vos))
*He turns slowly and heads into a building. His eyes half mast. Following the feelings more than anything. Up some stairs and then pausing to re-orient himself.*

::She flinches away from Asher, and then nods, slightly, and looks up at Malcom::
"I can be whoever you want.. I'll make it worth you while...."
::a pause, and she enhances who she is to become who he wishes her to be - there is no doubt in Malcom's mind that Bianca is now the perfect mate - everything he's evver desired embodied in the flesh before him, as she slowly stands, fingers sliding down legs, then she pushes from the chair, one arm holding leather tight agaisnt left breast (muffled) as she takes a step toward Malcom - and even the voice is his dream lover's voice::
"I will serve you as no other Malcom.. I can make the world perfect for you... if you keep me here..."

temptation glows brightly in the Galliard's eyes

"New relationships....."

words slithering past his tongue (as enchanting as Bianca must now seem... he knows her tricks well) and into that contemplative smile

"That brings to mind a rumor I heard, Malcom...... someone told me you wanted to challenge Oliver. That can't be true.... can it?"

uneven (unnatural) gaze flicking away (torturously) from the kilo to so carefully watch his packmate (watch yourself..... child of pseulak..... i'll know if you lie)

Bianca, part of the perfect woman for me, is keeping your damn mouth shut when I tell you to shut the fuck up." his voice is cold,despite the distraction his physical arrousal causes, " I wouldnt challange Oliver. That would be foolish of me. So brother do we have a deal. "

((vos))
*He turns and heads down the hall. the Dim light flickering over his shades as he gently pulls them off and slips them into his jacket. He pulls his gun and quietly checks the clip and holsters it softly as he approaches the epicenter of these boiling empotions. He pauses and listens outside the door for a moment*

lower (lush) lip suckles between his teeth in thought

"Bianca....." glances over with a chortling smile "Charming, isn't she? I do so love that talent....... in exchange for a neverending supply of smack, for as long as you both shall live til death do you part......"

he's quiet, a moment longer, sighing as if a great moment of passion (with what's within his reach, he may well be)

"I think...... you may now kiss the bride, Malcom."

((vos))
*Projecting his thoughts though the wall and into their minds they hear a nock, but not like one would sound on the door infront of them. It sounds more like a heavy iron ring resounding on the thick wooden door to a castle keep. Boom Boom Boom.

He waits. His hands slipping gently into his pockets. If the door is opened their gazes would fall apon him. Not ultimately attractive like Bi, but impressive in his own way. He's about 6'3" Dressed in the black slacks, emerald green silk shirt, black vest and over it the black jacket now. His eyes are dark, matching his hair that is swept back. A neatly trimmed mustash and vandike round out his face.

THe most stiking thing to them is the rippling tattoos that seem to flow over his skin when they look at him just a certain way.
The Stigmata of the Wyrm. This man has been specificaly chosen to serve one of the urdge wyrms. It sets him apart for reverance or at least a bit of awe that one has encounted such a beast and lived. THe Tattoos are tribal and seem to ripple across his skin for a few seconds before fading. Only the tainted can see them and for those few seconds the tainted stand hyptomized.*

"Didnt I tell you to sit at the desk?" he asks in a dangerously quiet voice glancing at Bianca. he looks back at Asher. "I'm not the marrying type Asher. I'm the master type. And if she doesnt learn to do what she's told and nothing more she'll regret it. But yes I think we have a deal." he smiles at Asher then looks at Bianca. "Bianca, there's a candle under the kitchen sink, go get it. Asher might want to try his first payment."

there's a (thick) chuckle

"Forgive me Malcom..... I can't deny my birth."

but whatever interest vests in the white powder (heaven) in his hands, it's tucked away immediately when the knock sounds (how strange) bale-fire blazing in mismatched eyes

"I think you've another guest.....

"no kiss?"
::Moaned softly against his throat, before she nods, and lowers her head, submissive..::
"Yessir... You want I should get the door first?"
::so innocently asked, a slow smirk::
"Maybe pizza.... on second thought - you get the door yourself."
::the hand at his back finally touches, and the barrel of a gun is pressed in the small of his back, hard, enhanced voice still purred against him, teeth bared lightly::
"and I'm hungry..... very... hungry."

he shouts at the door. he mutters under his breath. "You'll get your kiss, and your meal." then shouts. "Who is it?"

((vos))
* Again, projected into their minds instead of actually spoken. THough they would only tell the differance because it's not a shout but a normal voice*

Vos, Vos Sage.

::At the repeated intrusion across her mind, she tilts her head - tastes, familiar- but the gun is still pressed tightly against Malcom's lower back.. myurmuring in his ear::
"its another like me... he's here to kill you.. Malcom... Asher brought him here to get me and kill you... common man.. you gotta do something.. I'll get the door - Its Vos.. I know him.. he'll kill us all... malcom DO SOMETHING...."
::oh yes- enhancement poured thick through her words::

((vos))
*He Yawns in the hall and pulls his left hand fromhis pocket and checks his manicure. Is that a nick? Drat. Have to remember to get those done before the meeting. he checks his triangular gucci watch and looks at the door. *

lips purse in thought. Vos.
he shrugs, slightly, glancing to Mal (so unaware that gun), unarmed, he won't open the door (it's not his place anyway)

he glances at her "And what do you want me to do about it?" he says stiffly and quietly considering the gun to his back. "Get that gun out of my back and go get the door." then growls loudly , to the room in general hopeing to cover her approch to the door "Who the fuck is Vos Sage. And what the fuck does he think he is, James Bond or something?"

((vos))
*A mentel chuckel and his real voice comes from the door* If bond only had the tricks we do, he wouldn't have to fuck the russians todeath all the time and might have not wrecked all his cars. Is somone going to open the door or shall I just come on in? I felt your thoughts from down the street. *His voice that rich baritone. Smooth but not coying at the moment.*

::She smirks slightly, and shrugs, backing to the wall::
"Answer your own door. And Asher - get your own fucking candle will you? Jesusfuckingchrist. Just because I chose to serve you as one step closer to god doesn't make me a goddamn dog. I don't fetch. Put the goddamn smack down, and get your own shit. Damn pussywhipped fool."
::waves the gun at him - which in effect pulls it from Malcom momentarily - seems the Pet is acting up again...::

((vos))
*He smiles at the delishious emotions coming from the room. If they don't kill him, this should be fun*

Darkness...the darkness is inviting as she walks up the street..
first time in days... since she was (reborn).
Her feet move slowly up the street, a long deep breath of the city stink..followed up with a drag from a smoke...
what to do what to do
She was annoyed (what else is new)
Attitude
She wasnt sure what it was that was bothering her, but she knew it was..
Every (wo)man for themself....thats all she needed to remember
and she was a survivor.. thats for fucking sure

the laughter rings at the actual words coming in the door (sentiments exactly) though those hands raise once more when the gun is waived

sighing deeply

"Control your pet..... Cliath."

snarled in the whisper

((spending one rage for this) his right hand flashes out grabbing the gun, pressing the safty on with the ball of his hand and try to yank it from her grasp, while the right brings his gun up to her head** "I think you better go get the door Bianca." he growls

((vos))
Fucking A. * he just opens the door and walks in then. Knowing fullwell the reversal of power that just occured. He nods to them and the full force of the stigmata hits them. The ripping tattos reveils to them, if ever there was a doupt, that the urge wyrms DO esist, they see and more so FEEL that one has chosen this man. THe flicker fades and he nods to each* Good evening. Sorry I'm late. Next time I'll bring the dip.

::She shrugs, chuckling softly, as she nods, meek once more::
"Yessir..."
but the door opens as she reaches for the handle and she stumbles back a little bit, hitting the wall once more. She drops the leather (second head where left breast should be cackling "Bond! James bond!') to let hands grip the wall, and she skitters upwards and over Malcoms head, and to the right.. placing Malcom between her and Asher, between her and Vos while she considers her options::
"I won't go with you - I WON'T."

She starts to laugh...loud..
just laughing and laughing
free ...im finally fucking free
She had been waiting for this for so long, even before this was known to her...

Her life took her exactly where she needed to be
(i should be scared...very very scared)
But instead...free
The laughter continues
And she walks..

.....Coming to the apartment, she gets out her key
"Malcolm we have much to talk about" she mutters to herself.
issues..we need to speak about a few things...i wont have anyone thinking im weak"

Turing the key she opens the door and walks in

pausing

She looks around
"awwww a party and i wasnt even invited" she sets down a brawn paper bag that clanks and looks around
Her dark hair frames her face, eerie blue eyes, a blue tank top and jeans...

a smile (contrite) from the Galliard still on the couch, though his eyes are almost..... enchanted.... by that ripple washing across Vos' skin (someone loves you indeed)

"Fashionably late, I'm sure...."

dryly.
Bianca's antics ignored.
Now Kyrsha'wai'gas joins as well.
The Beta is not pleased.

*shoves the captured weapon in the waist of his jeans he looks at Bianca and her historonics with rising irritation, he lets the H&K in his right hand settle more comfortably into that sweet spot baseball players talk about when refering to baseball mits, guns settle into that same spot. He isnt pleased. This is his home, his privacy. He glares at Vos, someone might love you but the father's a fickle beast. "You got a good reason for being here?"

((vos))
*he looks up at the girl on the ceeling with the extra head thing going on and he tilts his head a bit and looks at the spirals* That shit fucks me up every time. Don't it, you? * his rich voice soothing but not in a placating way. More in a relating way.

He nods to Gaby as she enters* Yeah me too. I'm on dip duty next time.

I'm Vos. * The Tattoos imerge again and ripple hypnoticly before gabys eyes. He doesn't offer to shake hands. Two head girl on the ceeling. dude with a gun. Druggie spial on the couch.. the brady bunch this fuckin' aint.*

*he turns and smiles at Malcom* I was in the neibor hood. Felt the betrayal.. the rage, the lust.. You know a party atmosphere. THought I'd stop in. Meet the neibors.

to Asher:
*As he speaks he gently and UNPBTRUSIVLY seends non hostile thoughts to his mind. "Not a threat" "No need to kill" "He's one of ours." slipping them into the very top layer of his thoughts*

Sher snaps a glance to Vos
get out of my head
She clears her throat..
"yeah well its my house too.." eyes move to malcolm (right?)
She gazes at the tattoos
(acid trip trails)
"Hello you 2" Looking at Asher and Bianca...
Eyes stopping on Bianca (on the ceiling???) and she smiles at her
"good to see ya again"

::she shakes her head (not a threat not a threat not a threat) and she remains perched in the corner - frantically trying to figure how she's going to survive (Malcoms gonna kill her - So's Asher... she's gotta GO....) second head writhes "common - when do we getta eat someone??? Yo, Gabs, you hot thing.. gimme a taste of that sweet mouth will yea?")::

those mismatched (haunting, the Father's gifts burning within) eyes level on Vos, long body stretching comfortably on Malcom's couch (might as well), tilt of his head bringing slight smile to those (monster's) lips

"Since you don't bring dip...... what have you brought us, Vos?"

not a threat?
who

his first thought is to tell the arrogent shit that now he's said hi, get lost, but restrains himself. he nods once to missy, yeah it's still your place too "And while stay out of my head Vos." it's a calm little statement, but definately an order. "We're not invading your body with our claws, keep your mind out of ours. You're in my home you'll live by my rules or you wont live at all." his eyes move to Gaby "Whatcha got there Missy?" he smiles a little

((vos))
*he smiles and his hands come out of his pockets.
Not holding a weapon and spread gently in supplication. His voice calm and controled as he moves out of any of their "way" but staing in line of sight and not trying anything tricky*
Myself. Karnala, Urge wyrm of desire sends me here to watch over the workings of the wyrm. I work for the company as a spin doctor.
* he leans the far arm of the couch (( the one Asher aint' draped over, No need crowding anyone))*
I'm here to cover asses, I thought it benificial to know whom's ass I was to cover.
*ANd his words are logical, consice, easy to belive but not hammy. honesty isn't really refreshing to those of the wyrm, but surprising would be an appropreiate adjetive.*

She stops and stares
"holy shit is that..." she looks closer..
ad laughs...
"deammmnnn girl now thats a party trick for sure"
She smirks at Malcolm
"alcohol of course
"
Her blue eyes move to vos, taking him in...looking him over and over

"all nice and noble of ya, but id appreciate ya stayin away from my ass if thats cool"

::Party trick? hey little girl, wanna piece of candy?' smirked as she slowly moves across the ceiling and slips down behind Missy, wrapping her arms around her from behind writhe wriggle nibble against her back and nuzzles close, murmuring softly::
"Nice you could drop in... I got more tricks too..."
Angles Gaby to the side nearer the door - where everyone is in Bianca's line of sight::
"Sides - I got dibs on her ass, Right Missy?"
::grinned wickedly::

the gaze flicks to Malcom, the smile (inviting) as the new.... toy..... draws near to lean on the (his) couch

(gaby)
She smirks at Malcolm...then feels Bianca moving up; behind her..
hello darkness my old friend

She chuckles..."seems that way right now..." her laughter grows..."and what kinda candy you got..." she gets pulled over towards the door
pressing back against her..
"ive never experienced 2 heads" she smieks...

"Vos, shut the door." another command. "Bianca you switch sides more often than a ping pong ball. Noone's gonna rip your head off this second so relax." he sighs but doesnt relax. "Who ivited you to cover our asses. I sure as hell didnt invite you to cover mine." he glances at asher "You invite him to cover us Ash?" the grin he flashes back at Vos is malignant

muscular shoulders shrug beneath the (expensive) coat

"Not I. Even if he sounds..... fun"

Karnala's gift perking the interest (sadistic hunger) of Khaaloobh's child (how about a different game of covering asses.....)

(gaby)
Swhe snaps her head at Malcolm..
keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Making enemies while trying to figure out someones motive ws juswt not her style

baffle them with bullshit
"Now Malcolm,l dont get your boxers in a bunch...why dont we see whqat Vos here thinks he can do with our asses, although it seems mine is taken currently"

charming smile crosses her lips(so manipulating...and so convincing..lieslieslieslies

(bianca)
::Grins and nuzzles close to gabi::
"Well she won't so I'll stay behind her, thanks, anyway."
::('the best kinda candy.. hard' muffled by that lean)::

((vos))
**He watches them* As I said. Karnala guides me. I work for the company. Hince I'm here.

*he sighs again, he seems to be doing that alot lately* "Vos, I hope you dont intend on just walking into our den like this."

((vos))
*He smiles softly* Actually I knocked. It seemed that you might kill somone prior to simply saying come in so I adjudicated the situation. I so hate waste.

Oh enough already...lets move on and get to the point, the guy made his way here,"something obviously guided him here
"Malcolm, i must have invited him earlier..i just forgot" she laughs
"so can we move on to see what the fuck he wants, and what the fuk he intends to do to our asses"
she leans back more
"Plus, im interested in hearing more about the 'impromtu' (who knew)party crasher"

((vos))
*he smiles at Gabby. Nor a come hither smile. Not a mocking smile. Just a smile. One placed at just the right time. to be nothing more than that.
Or was it?
He raises his browss and again the hands open in supplication. the long fingers claming with the soothing motion* I follow the will of the wyrm that marks me.
I mean you no harm as hindering our fight aginst our foes does me no good. THey also deduict losses from my chrismas bonous. Wuite simply I'm here to help keep our kinds actions on the down low. I'm not a slave. I'm not your fuck boy. I am here to do my job and keep everyone in the red. If that takes breaking the occasional law....
*Another smile, just michivious enough to linger*
Oh well. Stuff breaks.. sometimes people break too.
As for myself. I'm an open book. Ask what ever you wish.
* he leans back a bit. No smirk present. THey may ask, if they are ready for the answers.*

the Galliard listens to this speech
contemplating, an idle scratch beneath that (expensive) jacket
though something raises a....... pout?

"Not a fuck toy?"

sighs, hand withdrawing with the anaconda .44
pointed at Vos' head
and fired
from only across the couch

"Then what use are you......"

just a little.... cracked

(mal)
**he jumps at the gun shot, but grins at Vos lifting his gun ready to follow his Beta's lead if needed** "Just to avoid waste we'll eatcha when you're dead."

(gaby>
She drops
taking Bianca with her
"Heads up....jesus fucking trigger happy, if he hits something of mine, he is SO replacing it"

(vos)
*Yeah he saw desperato too.

That move was cool about 7 years ago when it was origional. when the monster pistol clears the mans head and comes around Vos moves in a leasurely way his hand coming up casually, 4 inch serated claws slipping from their sheths and he taps the barel gently. Almost soothingly to defer the pistol a few inches to the left, causeing the shot to go wide*

Impressive. Truly I'm touched that I rate that high on your threat list. * he brings the hand back and the claws slip back in. He casually looks over at Mal who is covering him, then to Gaby as she seems to have the brains* If nothing else I'm an allie, a possiable resource. At worst an annoyance. WHy kill me before I can at least be of use. * he flicks some gun powder from his jacket and frowns.

His was expensive too ya know.*

What have you got to loose?

(bianca)
::Drops with Gaby, and blinks as thes hot goes wide, peeking over her shoulder, while she thinks.... quickly....::

(vos)
*his smile brilliant and his finger traces his vandike* But of cource. * he smiles and nods to Asher* No harm done eh?

(ash)
and laughter rings in the gunshot's echo

"Brilliant!"

as if on springs (or possessed), long body lifts from the couch, the (maniac's) grin wide (though he is disappointed he's not a fuck boy)

"So tell me more, Vos." that smile (devil or an angel, which do you prefer) inviting, tempting "I'd rather a use than an annoyance, wouldn't you?"

(vos)
*he chuckels* I exist only to serve that wich gives us all power. Working for the compnay I've access to resources you might not.
Being able to..
* he looks at Bi gently and back to Malcom*
Go in public and even interact with the flock I can divert attention from our people. I can give you the breathing room you need to do what you do for the wyrm.
*his hands fold gently over onr theigh. His manner still light and controlled.*
In short I'm the wolf in Grandmaws bed... the one that will have all the recipies to cook little red... and not only that. Deliver her too you and send the woodsman on a goose chase for those that might try and ruin our sunshiny day.

(gaby)
She gets up from the floor and brushes off...
Now leaving Biancas grasp...
Moving over to one of the vacant chairs, tossing up her toned legs over the arm of it and leaning back

"What a fun tilled eveining..and here i thought i was going to be getting fuck-en drunk and have an uneventful night..

but alas, a stranger, a hot chick with a head for a second breast.."

she winks and licks her lips at Bianca teasingly
"and a guy who is a bit trigger happy for fun...all we really need is a nice Gaian to torture and we'd have a helluva partY"
she smirks
oh that smirk..

(vos)
* His hands move. Seemingly slowly but when ya blink they've crossed distances you wouldn't have thought possiable. He gently opens the bag that Gaby brought and raising his brows, as if to ask

"Do ya mind?"

He reaches in and takes out a bottle of the booze she brought. With a flick of his thumb the cap spins rapidly and shoots off into the air. He catches it with a no look left and hands her the bottle gently*

Never let it be said, I let a lady go thirsty.

(bianca)::She peeks up over Gaby, and reaches for her corset, doing her best to tie it on with the missing lace (mostlygagged) - does pretty well too, before she stands, and studies Vos, one can almost see the thoughts clicking (..though they are hidden, well..) as she brushes herself off, and moves into the room - closer, closer to Malcom (to death do us part), not really liking this vos Character at all - and she could get closer to Gaby, but she moved.. so Mal it is (pingpongping)::
"Why should we trust you. You work for the company."
::oh yes - horror stories of her kind caught. She still believes he's here for her...::

(malcom)
**chuckling he pulls out Bianca gun and pops out the clip, and slides the chamber open, dumping the lone bullet onto the floor,** "As a sign of good faith sugar." he offers the empty gun to her stock first. kicking the stray round under the sofa

(ash)
there's amusement (indulgence) listening to the talented twist of words from this new fomor's tongue

but once again, the Galliard is (frighteningly) quiet

(vos)
*A soft smile to Bianca.
Not a mocking smile.
Not a placating smile.
Just a silent offering.

She just has to deside of what?*

Pentex subsidizeds many actions the world over. Evidently the conquest and

* he waves one of those hands gently*

degridation of this area has made it a priority action item worthy of a man of my skills.

If you want to live a life of looking over your shoulder... if you WANT the gaians kicking in your door instread of the nice little soccor mom across the way... well I guess I can go.

(gaby)
She watches his fondle her bottle..
"yeah...well thanks" she takes it and drinks..
Swinging her legs over the arm of the chair...

"what did i tell you about--"
she starts to bark it at Malcolm,
then realizes it was meant for Bianca..

she stops and shrugs..eyes moving to Asher..watching his reactions to everything

waitafuckingminute

(lightbulb turns on in her head)

Whatsthe fuck was Asher and Bianca....
doing here
need to think
"ill be right back, i need to get out of these clothes

She gets up, to her feet, and looks over at Bianca, then Asher..(now what, what is it, i dont understand...what ..ack im confused dammit)

Moving slowly to a room in the back (her room?)

she closes the door behind her

(ash)
there's amusement (indulgence) listening to the talented twist of words from this new fomor's tongue

but once again, the Galliard is (frighteningly) quiet

(mal)**glances at Gaby as she walks past, not showing anything in his posture or eyes, but he nods at her slightly, an acknowledgement but otherwise he keeps his mouth shut. Nothing needs to be said yet. This guy Vos is a sales man, let him sell himself

(vos)
*He staies where he is. Feeling the heat fromthe enticer as she gets a little closer he raises a brow gently.

He's used to being the center of attention. He's said his piece. He's smart enough to know they have to come to a desision on their own.

IF they are willing to throw away a resource then they arn't honestly worth the measure of protection he has to offer them. They wouldn't be smat enough to enjoy the fruits of his labors and would soon be caught
Drawn
Quartered
And more than likly have their immortal souls bound into a fucking towlet seat in a bone gnawer porta poty in the middle of down town.*

(bianca)
::She smirks at the pet name.. (he thought it bothered gaby? but she sets the gun asside, and sighs, facing him.::
"As good faith, I should give you something too then... my other weapon.. will you hold it for me? Since I belong to you now."
A slight smirk over her shoulder at Asher and muttered curse as corset falls, remaning lace snapping, she reaches behind her, hands into her pockets and skin ripples, and shimmers (...almost like a shift, but....not...) and she steps backwards, leaving her skin standing before Malcom while she swings, hard blade aimed for his throat::
"hold THIS sugar!"

(mal)
**nearly as fast as she made her attack he swells to his full ninefoot crinos form and rolls to the side taking the hit to the shoulder rather than chest or neck**

(vos)
*he rolls his eyes gently and stands fluidly and steps into the kitchen in an effort to find a clean glass. No telling in a place like this*

(gab)
She hears something from in the room...
belong to you now

Whoa...does that mean i was...traded? like baseball

i guess its because Asher took her though her first...change, her dance down the spiral
freedom
A smile on her face...
asher doesnt really give me the time of day, and malcolm seemed to be fond of her..

---hold this sugar

WHOA what the----

She comes out of the room "jesus what the fuck are you---"
Eyes move to Malcolm and then to Bianca
knew there had to be a reason they were here certainly wasnt for tea..

Standing there...
what to do, i cant fight them and win...thinking...watching in amazement at the turn of events

(ash)
the gun
still in his hand
(planning.... planning)
swings around

and as Malcom dodges the skin and blade
it brings him right into the Galliard's sights
head shot, nothing less will suffice

the trigger pulled
twice
for good measure

such close quarters
chrinos or not
it's bound to be messy

(vos)
*he leans out of the kitchen*

Gaby, would you like a glass as well?

*He doesn't flinch at the gunshots. He was expecting them. He knew this was coming from before he came in the door.* Perhaps one for you to Asher?

Oh. Your busy.. I'll just get you one anyway.

* he ducks back into the kitchen and leans aginst the counter and frowns at his nails... growing the claws puts nicks in his wel trimmed nails. Damin... He MUST get a manicure before his friday meeting.

He pulls out his PDA and punches that in.*

(gaby)
frozen in her tracks
the fucker saved my life...

She looks at Asher and manages to plunge at him as the shots are fired, at least knocking his aim off a little...

"you got to be kidding me, you fucking are shooting at him in my house, who do you think has to
clean this up if you succeed?"

S"he shows more then just anger though
eyes moving to
Malc

(m soak)to MULTIPLE: 7D10 Dice Roll: 10; 3; 1; 3; 6; 6; 6
(a damage)to MULTIPLE: 10D10 Dice Roll: 4; 4; 8; 6; 9; 4; 6; 9; 5; 3
(mal)to MULTIPLE: 10D10 Dice Roll: 4; 4; 8; 6; 9; 4; 6; 9; 5; 3
(second shot) to MULTIPLE: 5D10 Dice Roll: 8; 5; 4; 7; 9
one extra success, so roll 8 damage
(soak)to MULTIPLE: 7D10 Dice Roll: 6; 4; 9; 6; 4; 1; 1
(a)to MULTIPLE: 8D10 Dice Roll: 6; 3; 10; 8; 8; 10; 6; 7
(mal rage to remain active)3D10 Dice Roll: 2; 3; 8

(vos)*Comes back out with 3 glasses.

Staying way clear of "that" side of the room he sits in a chair.

He figures there should be at least two left to drink no mater how it turns out. Not that Bi will want any.... no lips now and all. It's be all dribbling out between her teeth and might get on his shoes. Can't have that. These things are Gucci.. In this months Power style.

He casually looks though the booze and picks the one least likly to blind him. Holding up the glass he's chosen for himself to make sure it's more than a little clean he pulls out a red silk hankie and polishes one rim.

He looks over to check on the assassination.

Shakes his head. Silly silly.

He pours his drink and reclines in the chair Crossing his legs with his right ankel on his left knee he watches. Well clear of "casual" splatter zone. His dark eyes glittering. The stigmata of the wyrm rippling over his skin as the tattoos flare and skitter around his body*
(gaby)
Thats it
not coping well with this not at all
Malc didnt need her help A(she couldnt help anyways)
who is on whos side, this fucking life is no different then the pathetic Garou life
and he had promised her such a different world

She punches the wall..funny blood splatter annoyed her but fixing a broken wall...no prob

she doesnt look at Vos as she heads out the door...

ill be back later to see who the fuck won
No words...the new spiral heads out the door
leaving with a slam

(mal)
**The First shot take out the lower half a lung and alot of intestine, spattering Bianca with bile, and viscera. Malcom roars, a roar which is cut off by Malcom's head being reduce to the proverbal fine red mist

**the crinos body collapse to it's knees the shatterd body of a young man, and then falls finally, silently (compaired to the recent thunder) onto what used to be it's face**

(vos)
*he stands slowly taking a sip and sitting the drink down*

Finished?

* he steps into the kitchen again and there is a little ratteling and he reapears with a pan and steps over and nods at Malcom.*

Burn in hell dark one.

* he smiles charmingly to Asher and Bi*

Do you mind....

* he gestures to the dead garou and raises his brows asking if he might indulge*

(ash)
ears ringing, the strange-eyed Galliard steps aside as the body falls (sighing, he had begun to appreciate Malcom) hoping to avoid most of the splatter (it did not work)

"Actually I do."

gaze locked on the male fomor

"SnakeEyes? Please take what's left of Gur'thek and find a car, I need to take him home. Vos? Even in this neighborhood three shots raise suspicion..... shall we retire our conversation elsewhere?"

not waiting for either answer, the young man moves to and out the door

(bianca)
::She - and her skin, splattered with gore (second skull moans and licks chops, cleaning all tongue can reach) as she drops, pulling her skin with her (does due to have bullet holes in the thing...) and she watches, as Malcom collapses. Not....excatly... according to plan. Have a feeling her reward is pretty much gone. But end results matter, and she sighs, standing to slither back into her skin corset found, spare laces pulled from jean pockets, and she begins to lace up tight again::
"Yessir."
::a nod to Vos, and she grabs the body, and swings it over her shoulder, pulling him into fireman's carry, opening the window, a glance outside, and she slips out to the wall, shadows gathered aruond her and the body, and she wallwalks to the alleyway, and searches for a car - someones gotta leave the keys in one, right?::

(vos)*He sighs dramaticly and sets the pan down*

Can I just have the brain?

*he waves his hand*

I handeled it while I was in the kitchen. it's 4 am. the 3 people that were awake in the building think it was on TV and the 7 that woke up I lulled back to sleep.

*he points up and around*

12 foot ceilings and cinder block walls.

You'd be amazed how handy one foot cinder block walls are when your 90 year old neibory lets her hearing go and like to watch montell at 700 decibals. Or.. when the occasional gun fight insures.

(ash)
pauses, intrigued by the powers (no. loose. ends) of this new...... man (alas, not a toy) a smile slashing cruel across such young features

"Again.... I'm sure you understand. No matter how they die, packmates recieve the proper farewells."

slight apology in his smile (is there methods to the madness?) and shrug beneath the suit

"So what's in it all for you...... other than your blessing."

gaze roving to where he saw the ink rippling as if alive

(vos)
*he nods*

yes yes.. I was unaware he was a packmate. My sympathys for your loss.

* he moves back and takes his drink and pours Asher one. As he extends his hand the stigmata ripples over him again. It seems to do that randomly*

I serve the Desire wyrm. Her will is mine. In return for her blessings I doher bidding and occasionally she lets me play with that she has blessed me.

(asher)

the drink (gift) taken, raised in silent toast (to absent friends), gaze wandering across the stigmata (so very intrigued) as it seems to answer his curiosity by another, personal, dance

"Play? How....."

(bianca)
::a car, a car... she sets the body down by a garbage can, and slis from the shadows, a man off for an early start at his job is grabbed before he gets into his car and with a snap, his neck is broken. He's shoved into the backseat, malcom's body following, keys found on the man and car started. She gets it into gear, and heads to the back of the building to wait for Asher::

(vos)
*he smiles rather enignamicly*

How ever strikes me at the time. There are certain things one must do to keep fit. In percuring the substances needed to do thus, one can sometimes play.

* he Gestures to the brick the man left on the couch*

You know how it is of corce.

(asher)

such an enigmatic smile - mirrored
twin destroyers on this strange, strange journey
the drink knocked back to finish in a graceful (graceless) movement

"Ah yes...... desires, indulgences...... what would life be without it's little perks?"

chuckle rolling from the moon-singer's chest

"That's yours if you wish it. Consider it a thank you gift for tying up loose ends for me. Yes?"

(bianca)
::Ever watchful, lights off, glad that it is such an ungodly hour, fingers tapping on the wheel, waiting..::

(vos)
I work for Megadon specifically. I've access to drugs the likes of witch the world at large has never dreamed.

* he sips his drink as he lets that little factoid fliter deep deep with-in ashers mind. No need for powers to know it'll settel there. Fester.. put down roots and grow.*

I guess we should go. Best not to keep one like Bianca waiting.. You know how Hot people can get.

(asher)
a brow lifts (planted like seed in a mother's waiting womb) allowing the smile to slowly spread, chortling softly

"Intimately"

the kilo and glass taken as souvenirs (waste not want not), the young man moving down the stairs and towards where the car waits (purring)

"You've a number with which we can reach you? I'll be rather busy the rest of the night......"

(bianca)
::fingers taptaptaptaptap, watching teh street, the door, the street, around her, the bodies in the back, the street, the door... taptaptap::

(vos)
*he follows with.
Turning on the TV, and Gently locking the door as they exit. No need making it easy on somone. Till the rent comes due noone will enter the room.

Getting to the street he pulls out those little rectangular shades and slipe them on. He pulls out a card, gleaming white with black writing. ANd as he heands it to Asher the ripple is seen again. THe tattoos seeming to almost try and jump onto Ashers fingers as the card is transfered.
If I'm not in, my secatary can usually find me.

*he smiles. Even the card itself is a pentex item. Put out by, Good House International (( a pentex compnay since 1994 *G*)) it's ink carries little ity bity bits of taint. Not enough to do anything by it self but coupled with half adozen other "company" items and you might just get ya self a pet bane (( Collect them all!)).

If nothing else, Asher, being a galliard, might appreciate the subtily*

(asher)
gaze averts to the stigmata that calls (reaches) in the transfer, purring chuckle oh so soft as a thumb runs across the ink

"You intrigue me, Vos......."

mismatched eyes traveling (undressing) his form, before the Galliard ducks into the passenger seat, nodding at Bianca to drive them back to home territory

(bianca)
::A glance at Vos (mine) and a nod..., a slight smile for Asher, though it fades quickly (....sinking feeling in the pit of her belly....) as she puts the car in gear and heads them home::

(vos)
*he smiles at the compliment and nods. As Asher walks around the car he bends and smiles at Bi*

Jus' A little club soda'll get that right out. * he indicates where the blood has pourd onto her from carrying a everscrated and heat shot body.*

Stay cool Bianca.

Yall have a nice night now, ya hear?

* he moves away up the street twords his Audi. A hood on his back neet the car with a tire jack in hand, smoak still rising... seems Vos has the chrome wheels hooked up to the battery to give a rather nasty shock if somone tries to steal them*

(bianca)
::He's quiet. real quiet (...she could ahve done better.. she tried. She gave every opening she could thnk of... but still...) and that's kind of worrisome, but she simply heads toward her hotel.. though after a moment, a hand slides over the seat, and into his.. though ready to snatch it away should it be necessary::

(vos)
*he pauses looking at the slightly charred man on the gound and shakes his head*

Such a waste. I refuse to eat anything over cooked. * he disarms the alarm and slips into his Audi and starts it with a purr and heads back twords the company houseing. The Lisence plate reading MEGADON*