Mik wandered the street fair. Lotsa hotties out tonight. His little trick with the dragon had fired his blood. As in he was itching to do more.
But nah, he needed to keep focused. He had his day job after all. As in getting the skinny about what was going down. And this little shindig brought out all the heavies. He saw a few Triads. Some of the Mordvinovs. The other families, too. They all wanted an eye at what went on here.
Smart, that. Power was not unlimited. There were only so many...enterprises they all could get up to. The Spider played her game, whore to all of them.
A Triad nodded to a Kolo and Mik smirked. Jesus, shit was gonna get real. Alliances even between enemies. He'd have to be careful. He slipped through the cracks from one world to the next. Not just information sharing. Back channel communication was part of it, too.
They might look down on him. Didn't matter tho. It was a fucking joke anyway. They'd learn just as pops had. The Lady would fuck you as easily as kill you. Sometimes both, he thought, laughing to himself. And he got paid. They knew they needed people like him.
But oh yeah, she was out and about tonight. He could feel her at the edges of his vision all shimmering and shit, fingers dancing. Yep. This was gonna be interesting.
The pavilion seemed to explode with screams and shit got real. He laughed. Right on time. The crowds roared and suddenly a wall of bodies ran screaming, coming for him. He touched his jacket pocket and felt the hard shape of the lighter. The power flooded him and he made a small wedge of air as he waded in. He needed to see what was going on. People bounced as they were pushed aside and he walked calmly through them.
Near the pavilion, he saw a ring of fire. Damn, but it was cool. He moved close to see who was inside. In that moment shapes seemed to form from clouds. Fuck me to tears! he thought. Damn, she was on fire tonight!!
One dropped into the center of the ring and it sputtered out. Before he got a chance to see what was inside a second of the things flew towards a tall guy with his back to him. It enveloped him. The last one flew straight towards...fuck.
Ivan the Great. The mist seemed to billow and shift, sometimes more solid than others. At one point he saw Ivan's face, mouth all twisted and his throat corded.
The power roiled in him. He supposed he should help him. Fire called to him but...damn it would suck if he burned that beautiful face- and body. I mean yeah, the dude was straight as an arrow- he laughed at his joke- and Mik had no shot. But he couldn't bring himself to damage those goods.
But it was mist right? Cloud or whatever. Maybe he could grab it with air? Like hold it in a circle of air?
Weaves shot from him, trying to find a spot to get in between the thing and Ivan. Fuck, but the guy was gonna make him work for it.
Ivan at least owed him a kiss for saving his life!
But nah, he needed to keep focused. He had his day job after all. As in getting the skinny about what was going down. And this little shindig brought out all the heavies. He saw a few Triads. Some of the Mordvinovs. The other families, too. They all wanted an eye at what went on here.
Smart, that. Power was not unlimited. There were only so many...enterprises they all could get up to. The Spider played her game, whore to all of them.
A Triad nodded to a Kolo and Mik smirked. Jesus, shit was gonna get real. Alliances even between enemies. He'd have to be careful. He slipped through the cracks from one world to the next. Not just information sharing. Back channel communication was part of it, too.
They might look down on him. Didn't matter tho. It was a fucking joke anyway. They'd learn just as pops had. The Lady would fuck you as easily as kill you. Sometimes both, he thought, laughing to himself. And he got paid. They knew they needed people like him.
But oh yeah, she was out and about tonight. He could feel her at the edges of his vision all shimmering and shit, fingers dancing. Yep. This was gonna be interesting.
The pavilion seemed to explode with screams and shit got real. He laughed. Right on time. The crowds roared and suddenly a wall of bodies ran screaming, coming for him. He touched his jacket pocket and felt the hard shape of the lighter. The power flooded him and he made a small wedge of air as he waded in. He needed to see what was going on. People bounced as they were pushed aside and he walked calmly through them.
Near the pavilion, he saw a ring of fire. Damn, but it was cool. He moved close to see who was inside. In that moment shapes seemed to form from clouds. Fuck me to tears! he thought. Damn, she was on fire tonight!!
One dropped into the center of the ring and it sputtered out. Before he got a chance to see what was inside a second of the things flew towards a tall guy with his back to him. It enveloped him. The last one flew straight towards...fuck.
Ivan the Great. The mist seemed to billow and shift, sometimes more solid than others. At one point he saw Ivan's face, mouth all twisted and his throat corded.
The power roiled in him. He supposed he should help him. Fire called to him but...damn it would suck if he burned that beautiful face- and body. I mean yeah, the dude was straight as an arrow- he laughed at his joke- and Mik had no shot. But he couldn't bring himself to damage those goods.
But it was mist right? Cloud or whatever. Maybe he could grab it with air? Like hold it in a circle of air?
Weaves shot from him, trying to find a spot to get in between the thing and Ivan. Fuck, but the guy was gonna make him work for it.
Ivan at least owed him a kiss for saving his life!
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods