03-14-2020, 02:32 PM
Mikhail was chomping at the end of the leash to be freed. Ryker got it. He was eager to ruin the night as well. Their target was identified, and Mikhail was about to be unleashed when Ivan finally found them. Mikhail was abruptly distracted. Mik would fuck anything on two legs it seemed. Maybe four if suitably curvaceous. A weakness in the hot-headed channeler to be sure. Ryker didn’t intend to use it against him, but notes were appropriately made in his mind. Just in case.
“Ivan, don’t be overly flattered by Mikhail. He hits on everything.” Ryker was a poor wing-man, and rather hoped to elicit some sort of irritation out of the jovial joker.
It was clear that the blackmailed cop was rather confused by the addition to their party, so Ryker went on to explain. “A mutual friend of our mutual friend. Ivan, this is Mikhail. Rather good in a fight, assuming you’re on the same side.” He himself held no grudge against their previous tryst. It was a rather memorable night after all.
The ebb and flow of power warped his senses about then, and Ryker’s meager gaze sought the sky for explanation though he sensed the originator as Mikhail alongside him. Just for good measure, Ryker’s knife was suitably stowed away, but he slipped his hands into his pants pocket just for reassurance.
The light show was impressive, and the perfect introduction between Mikhail and Ivan, explaining the presence of both. Yet it was only Mikhail that knew Ryker could also channel, as well as his apparent handicap.
His voice fell quiet, the best place for clandestine discussions was in the middle of a crowd. Nobody would notice. He snagged a passing hot-dog, paid up and offered the snack to the two boys. “Our goal is not to simply disrupt the street fair. We want to drive a wedge between the blooming alliance. One of you works Yakuza. The other works the Syndicate. Start a conflict. When it comes crashing down, make sure both groups think the other betrayed them.”
And what would he be doing, he imagined they were thinking as he finished off the sausage. “I’ll stick to Yun Kao like fly on paper.”
“Ivan, don’t be overly flattered by Mikhail. He hits on everything.” Ryker was a poor wing-man, and rather hoped to elicit some sort of irritation out of the jovial joker.
It was clear that the blackmailed cop was rather confused by the addition to their party, so Ryker went on to explain. “A mutual friend of our mutual friend. Ivan, this is Mikhail. Rather good in a fight, assuming you’re on the same side.” He himself held no grudge against their previous tryst. It was a rather memorable night after all.
The ebb and flow of power warped his senses about then, and Ryker’s meager gaze sought the sky for explanation though he sensed the originator as Mikhail alongside him. Just for good measure, Ryker’s knife was suitably stowed away, but he slipped his hands into his pants pocket just for reassurance.
The light show was impressive, and the perfect introduction between Mikhail and Ivan, explaining the presence of both. Yet it was only Mikhail that knew Ryker could also channel, as well as his apparent handicap.
His voice fell quiet, the best place for clandestine discussions was in the middle of a crowd. Nobody would notice. He snagged a passing hot-dog, paid up and offered the snack to the two boys. “Our goal is not to simply disrupt the street fair. We want to drive a wedge between the blooming alliance. One of you works Yakuza. The other works the Syndicate. Start a conflict. When it comes crashing down, make sure both groups think the other betrayed them.”
And what would he be doing, he imagined they were thinking as he finished off the sausage. “I’ll stick to Yun Kao like fly on paper.”