Waking the Dead 2.0 : 22 May 2063 | "The feelin' is fine."
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kinesthesia
2014-02-11 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cisco's hanging out in the mezzanine area watching Rethe DJ when she spots Joshua LaRue walk in -- crimson suit, all cleaned up, and looking much older ( or better, more his age ) than he did when she'd taken him aside to talk strategy at Quiapo Station.
The kid looks good, and she smiles, lifting her drink to her lips as she notes the appreciative looks discreetly sent his way. Josh doesn't seem to notice though, he's talking to the girl at the bar and ordering a drink, if him passing over his universal credit card is any indication.
It brings back memories of fifty years ago, though she had never been that green when it came to learning how to spend her money. She'd glad though, and that's what anyone looking her way will see: Cisco smiling, pleased. ]
The kid looks good, and she smiles, lifting her drink to her lips as she notes the appreciative looks discreetly sent his way. Josh doesn't seem to notice though, he's talking to the girl at the bar and ordering a drink, if him passing over his universal credit card is any indication.
It brings back memories of fifty years ago, though she had never been that green when it came to learning how to spend her money. She'd glad though, and that's what anyone looking her way will see: Cisco smiling, pleased. ]
[And Cen happens to come around at precisely that moment, and see his beautiful wife looking rather happy about something.
Flopping down beside her now, and stretching a casual arm across the back of her seat as he brings his own bottle to his lips. He's looking as well, attempting to figure out what Cisco's watching.]
Penny for your thoughts, babe?
Flopping down beside her now, and stretching a casual arm across the back of her seat as he brings his own bottle to his lips. He's looking as well, attempting to figure out what Cisco's watching.]
Penny for your thoughts, babe?
[ She smiles and leans back, settling against his side, eyes still watching the young Sin-Eater purchase his own drink ( Corona, with a slice of lemon for added taste; simple, but not boring, hm ) before turning to face the crowd, back against the bar. ]
Just enjoying the view. [ She turns to look at Cen then, and gives him a soft peck on the cheek. ]
Just enjoying the view. [ She turns to look at Cen then, and gives him a soft peck on the cheek. ]
[ And she is so very used to cracks like that.
This is a hand wandering over to pinch that one tender spot by his ribcage. ]
That's Joshua LaRue. The Sin-Eater from San Diego.
[ Infamous now among the more gossipy ones among the three blades. Because Hikaru. ] You can't see them from here, but he's got a ring on each pinky finger in the shape of snakes. [ There's a bit of emphasis on that last word. ]
This is a hand wandering over to pinch that one tender spot by his ribcage. ]
That's Joshua LaRue. The Sin-Eater from San Diego.
[ Infamous now among the more gossipy ones among the three blades. Because Hikaru. ] You can't see them from here, but he's got a ring on each pinky finger in the shape of snakes. [ There's a bit of emphasis on that last word. ]
[Ow, wait what no, why --
Hold up.
Rings. Snakes.
Henry Lim comes to mind, along with a particularly interesting piece that used to sit in the high-level restricted area of the Abubot.]
Huh.
[It's the 'huh' of 'I am interested now', not one of confusion.]
War Hounds, right?
Hold up.
Rings. Snakes.
Henry Lim comes to mind, along with a particularly interesting piece that used to sit in the high-level restricted area of the Abubot.]
Huh.
[It's the 'huh' of 'I am interested now', not one of confusion.]
War Hounds, right?
[ She's not preening. She's not. ]
Yup. The ones from Quiapo. [ Curling up beside him now, just because. ] I like them. And not just because one of them is Neeka's grandkid.
[ Her voice softens. ] They give a shit about him.
[ No need to elaborate on who she means. Cen would know. ]
Yup. The ones from Quiapo. [ Curling up beside him now, just because. ] I like them. And not just because one of them is Neeka's grandkid.
[ Her voice softens. ] They give a shit about him.
[ No need to elaborate on who she means. Cen would know. ]
That's good to hear.
[He had been concerned in his own right. Hikaru Shinta was a character and a bit of a dick, but he meant well. He meant really well.]
Maybe I should get to know them a little better myself.
[And measure them. Test the waters. Watch.
Typical Vincenzo Profaci.]
[He had been concerned in his own right. Hikaru Shinta was a character and a bit of a dick, but he meant well. He meant really well.]
Maybe I should get to know them a little better myself.
[And measure them. Test the waters. Watch.
Typical Vincenzo Profaci.]
[ Watching him as he says that, and smiling all the while before she slides her gaze back to the boy at the bar. ] They're good kids. [ And then she remembers that two of the Hounds aren't actually kids -- she's just older, by a lot. ]
Well. Good people.
[ The set's changing now, she can hear it in the way Rethe's mix is doing that seamless transition from his style to a hint of what Selene can do. She shuts her eyes a little, lets the sound move around and through her and bobs her head a little as Tala's sister takes her place at the booth.
When she looks again, she sights Rethe wandering over to the bar.
And Josh sliding over the bottle. ] Huh.
Well. Good people.
[ The set's changing now, she can hear it in the way Rethe's mix is doing that seamless transition from his style to a hint of what Selene can do. She shuts her eyes a little, lets the sound move around and through her and bobs her head a little as Tala's sister takes her place at the booth.
When she looks again, she sights Rethe wandering over to the bar.
And Josh sliding over the bottle. ] Huh.
[Yeah, kinda sorta watching that too.]
Huh.
[Considering.]
Should we...?
[Color him a little paranoid, but he's kind of lost count of the number of times that he's had to get the staff to drag some not-so-well-meaning admirers away from Rethe. Or he's had to do it himself.
Best to nip this sort of shit at the bud.]
Huh.
[Considering.]
Should we...?
[Color him a little paranoid, but he's kind of lost count of the number of times that he's had to get the staff to drag some not-so-well-meaning admirers away from Rethe. Or he's had to do it himself.
Best to nip this sort of shit at the bud.]
[ She's watching the exchange between the two boys with critical interest.
( Yes, boys. Even if Rethe is a Malice King that she's known for years, he's still so much more a boy than a man sometimes, and it doesn't help that both he and the young Mr. LaRue look a little younger than her own two kits. )
She's spoken to the Sin-Eater, and has some reassurance that Josh isn't like the overenthusiastic fans that don't know the meaning of back off until they have the (un)fortunate experience of dealing with her husband.
There's a bit of back and forth between the two -- Josh's movements unassuming and fairly reserved, Rethe's own hesitant, until a few more words are traded and the angel finally relaxes, hands going for the offered bottle, the can of coke and the glass of ice set on the counter. They carry on after that, idle chatter until Josh looks forward towards the DJ booth again, a look of stunned surprise followed by utter awe -- to which Rethe just beams.
That's when she lets the smile creep back onto her features, a hand gently patting Cen's knee in reassurance. ] Nah, I think we can leave them to bond.
[ The two look like they're enjoying themselves -- if no one was the wiser, they could almost pass for a couple of kids hanging out in one of Makati's finest clubs. Almost. That crimson suit could be considered a flag of some sort. ]
Besides, [ spoken softly, ] it's nice to see someone finally taking on Rethe as a friend.
( Yes, boys. Even if Rethe is a Malice King that she's known for years, he's still so much more a boy than a man sometimes, and it doesn't help that both he and the young Mr. LaRue look a little younger than her own two kits. )
She's spoken to the Sin-Eater, and has some reassurance that Josh isn't like the overenthusiastic fans that don't know the meaning of back off until they have the (un)fortunate experience of dealing with her husband.
There's a bit of back and forth between the two -- Josh's movements unassuming and fairly reserved, Rethe's own hesitant, until a few more words are traded and the angel finally relaxes, hands going for the offered bottle, the can of coke and the glass of ice set on the counter. They carry on after that, idle chatter until Josh looks forward towards the DJ booth again, a look of stunned surprise followed by utter awe -- to which Rethe just beams.
That's when she lets the smile creep back onto her features, a hand gently patting Cen's knee in reassurance. ] Nah, I think we can leave them to bond.
[ The two look like they're enjoying themselves -- if no one was the wiser, they could almost pass for a couple of kids hanging out in one of Makati's finest clubs. Almost. That crimson suit could be considered a flag of some sort. ]
Besides, [ spoken softly, ] it's nice to see someone finally taking on Rethe as a friend.
Edited 2014-02-12 21:26 (UTC)
[His wife had a point. Outside of the Malice Kings and maybe members of the three blades, Rethe hardly ever got to talk to other people in a meaningful fashion. Most folks were intimidated, and the blind worship that he got from a lot of parties probably made the angel feel isolated in the worst possible way.
It didn't help, of course, that Rethe still lacked the confidence to really tell his husband what he wanted. Good thing Aidan was a patient man...
...Okay. Maybe a little too patient.]
Well, as long as I get one good night with my wife, I'm happy.
It didn't help, of course, that Rethe still lacked the confidence to really tell his husband what he wanted. Good thing Aidan was a patient man...
...Okay. Maybe a little too patient.]
Well, as long as I get one good night with my wife, I'm happy.
You make it sound like we never get to sit around and just enjoy. [ Leaning back against him, and making herself a comfortable place by his side, one hand reaching to thread her fingers through his.
Granted, the last few weeks have been surprisingly busy. ]
Granted, the last few weeks have been surprisingly busy. ]
Well, even when we are, we still have to be on call.
[Cen kinda owns Haven now since Lex has to deal with a fuckload of other things, and Haven isn't the only establishment that he has to monitor. Besides, he needs to make sure that nothing too worrisome happens under his roof.
Case in point: even if he's relaxed and holding his wife close, his gaze is still on Rethe and Josh.
Protective werewolf is protective.]
[Cen kinda owns Haven now since Lex has to deal with a fuckload of other things, and Haven isn't the only establishment that he has to monitor. Besides, he needs to make sure that nothing too worrisome happens under his roof.
Case in point: even if he's relaxed and holding his wife close, his gaze is still on Rethe and Josh.
Protective werewolf is protective.]
Well, babe. It kind of comes with the job description. [ Reaching up now to brush his hair out of his eyes and not missing at all, the look of alertness in them.
She glances over at that, follows his line of sight to where Rethe and Josh are much closer to each other now, in order for their conversation to continue over the rise in sound from the speakers. It's not as bad, up here.
Back to Cen. ] Hey, handsome. You okay?
She glances over at that, follows his line of sight to where Rethe and Josh are much closer to each other now, in order for their conversation to continue over the rise in sound from the speakers. It's not as bad, up here.
Back to Cen. ] Hey, handsome. You okay?
25 May : About that Shore Leave | i just wanted to okok ._.
maggienificent
2014-02-13 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Foxtrot had just crossed into Serbia when the call had come through Alan's phone that her twin needed to speak to her, the Speedster calling over to where she and Joachim were helping Nick unhitch The Hearse from his bike, because their sleeping beauty of a vampire was the Maeran's personal charge, never mind that he was practically the baby of the squad and Tatjana was older than their chosen conspiracy.
Stall whatever you guys are doing, we're having a family meeting, Renae had told her then, before switching his end of the line to speakerphone so that she could hear bits and snatches of the conversation that their parents were having.
She'd lifted a hand towards her squad at that, had given her group the signal to cool their heels while she walked off and listened to her mother finally break the news that a challenge had been issued to The Living Land of the Searing Wind of Zangyaku. By the time Maggie wandered back, the others had eaten and Chie was playing out a quiet little tune on her harmonica, eyes watchful of her squad leader's approach.
It's been three weeks since then and tonight, Margaret Montelibano-Profaci is finally back in Falner, electing to take her first shore leave in what her mother will likely say has been nearly forever ( she would be right, home for Maggie is more people than a place -- and it's not that she doesn't love Falner, but she does more good out on the road. )
She rides through the gates, leaving the beauty of France behind her to zip through familiar streets, one last parting shot to Alan to take point for her and report in.
She doesn't make for the West District, her bike coming to a deliberate stop behind Haven, which she enters without so much as a by your leave, dressed in her full Midnight Rider gear.
She spots her mark talking to one of the people manning the bar, older now, some gray in his hair, but the smile on his lips and in his eyes still very much the same. When she parks herself on the far side of the bar, she holds her universal credit card out to the member of the staff that asks if she's ordering something. ] Give me whatever the boss is having.
[ Hi, Dad, your little angel's home. ]
Stall whatever you guys are doing, we're having a family meeting, Renae had told her then, before switching his end of the line to speakerphone so that she could hear bits and snatches of the conversation that their parents were having.
She'd lifted a hand towards her squad at that, had given her group the signal to cool their heels while she walked off and listened to her mother finally break the news that a challenge had been issued to The Living Land of the Searing Wind of Zangyaku. By the time Maggie wandered back, the others had eaten and Chie was playing out a quiet little tune on her harmonica, eyes watchful of her squad leader's approach.
It's been three weeks since then and tonight, Margaret Montelibano-Profaci is finally back in Falner, electing to take her first shore leave in what her mother will likely say has been nearly forever ( she would be right, home for Maggie is more people than a place -- and it's not that she doesn't love Falner, but she does more good out on the road. )
She rides through the gates, leaving the beauty of France behind her to zip through familiar streets, one last parting shot to Alan to take point for her and report in.
She doesn't make for the West District, her bike coming to a deliberate stop behind Haven, which she enters without so much as a by your leave, dressed in her full Midnight Rider gear.
She spots her mark talking to one of the people manning the bar, older now, some gray in his hair, but the smile on his lips and in his eyes still very much the same. When she parks herself on the far side of the bar, she holds her universal credit card out to the member of the staff that asks if she's ordering something. ] Give me whatever the boss is having.
[ Hi, Dad, your little angel's home. ]
Edited 2014-02-13 23:46 (UTC)
[To Cen's credit, his response is a little bit delayed because Haven is surprisingly busy tonight. All of the regulars around, and said regulars had brought friends, and some of their friends had brought other friends, and then... yeah.
So he's bustling around, of course, by the time Maggie comes around. 'Bustling around' was his default setting on nights like this. Rush here, serve, smile, joke around, leave. Rush there, serve, smile, joke around.
He's about to do a rinse and repeat of that with another group when that familiar scent finally registers, matching the face to the voice. That's when he zips right over, puts a hand on the guy's shoulder, smiles.]
And what if the boss isn't having anything tonight, eh?
[You shouldn't be drinking, young lady.
It's a bit of a running joke with them.]
So he's bustling around, of course, by the time Maggie comes around. 'Bustling around' was his default setting on nights like this. Rush here, serve, smile, joke around, leave. Rush there, serve, smile, joke around.
He's about to do a rinse and repeat of that with another group when that familiar scent finally registers, matching the face to the voice. That's when he zips right over, puts a hand on the guy's shoulder, smiles.]
And what if the boss isn't having anything tonight, eh?
[You shouldn't be drinking, young lady.
It's a bit of a running joke with them.]
[ Okay, maybe there are benefits to actually coming home once in a while. Like her dad, and her mom -- Renae doesn't really count. They check in as often as they can with each other and when she can't, Alan does it for her.
This is her wandering over then, top row of teeth on her lower lip as she reverts to her usual 'I'm the Alpha's daughter' grin while she wraps her arms around Cen's torso. ] Daaaaaddyyyyy.
[ And of course, pressing her face into his chest to inhale his familiar scent: father, wolf. ] Busy night?
[ Craning her neck out as well, scanning the area with squinty eyes before spotting her mother chatting away with some people she doesn't recognize.
Second target sighted -- but she'll get to that later
Angel eyes back at you, Mr. Profaci. ] One drink? [ Pleeeeease? Pretty please? ] To celebrate the return of your conquering princess?
This is her wandering over then, top row of teeth on her lower lip as she reverts to her usual 'I'm the Alpha's daughter' grin while she wraps her arms around Cen's torso. ] Daaaaaddyyyyy.
[ And of course, pressing her face into his chest to inhale his familiar scent: father, wolf. ] Busy night?
[ Craning her neck out as well, scanning the area with squinty eyes before spotting her mother chatting away with some people she doesn't recognize.
Second target sighted -- but she'll get to that later
Angel eyes back at you, Mr. Profaci. ] One drink? [ Pleeeeease? Pretty please? ] To celebrate the return of your conquering princess?
Edited 2014-02-14 23:27 (UTC)
[And planting a kiss on the top of Maggie's head because holy fucking shit, it has been way too long. He's not nearly as vocal as his wife is about their daughter's tendency to Never Come Around, but that doesn't mean that he's cool with it.]
Just one drink. Giving you anymore would be like rewarding you for your bad behavior.
Just one drink. Giving you anymore would be like rewarding you for your bad behavior.
[ She loves it when he does that. Shuts her eyes because little gestures like this weren't possible a few decades ago. ]
You're such a dad.
[ Sliding a look over now to the boys again--
--and then pausing. Because.
No.
Cisco stands up abruptly, because they might be too far to hear but her vision is perfect even in this kind of dim setting.
And down below, Joshua LaRue and Rethe are smiling at each other, body language comfortable -- maybe a little too comfortable. ]
You're such a dad.
[ Sliding a look over now to the boys again--
--and then pausing. Because.
No.
Cisco stands up abruptly, because they might be too far to hear but her vision is perfect even in this kind of dim setting.
And down below, Joshua LaRue and Rethe are smiling at each other, body language comfortable -- maybe a little too comfortable. ]
Yes, now.
[ And already moving to the stairs, one hand on the rail, secure in the knowledge that Cen will be right behind her. Then slowing as she sees it happen: Josh leaning in and then both boys breaking apart, the awkward exchange that ends with the Sin-Eater fleeing the club.
Her hand reaching back now for Cen, because what do?? ]
[ And already moving to the stairs, one hand on the rail, secure in the knowledge that Cen will be right behind her. Then slowing as she sees it happen: Josh leaning in and then both boys breaking apart, the awkward exchange that ends with the Sin-Eater fleeing the club.
Her hand reaching back now for Cen, because what do?? ]
You get Rethe. I'll make sure that nobody saw anything happen.
[The last thing he wants is for anything to get out before he can stop it. It wasn't going to end well for that Josh kid, especially since he was a part of Netsach. People looked, people talked.]
[The last thing he wants is for anything to get out before he can stop it. It wasn't going to end well for that Josh kid, especially since he was a part of Netsach. People looked, people talked.]
On it. [ A helpless look at her husband before she makes a move to go, turning back once to say: ] Do what you have to do. I'm rather fond of that kid.
[ Going now, for real, and weaving her way through the crowd towards Rethe. ]
[ Going now, for real, and weaving her way through the crowd towards Rethe. ]
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