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Connections, Money and Secrets [Almaz]
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Ashton rolled his eyes at the wine cooler quip. Wasn't the first time he heard it. And it wasn't the last time either -- everyone always underestimated him. He might not be born a russian, but he drank like one. But he'd let Jaxen think whatever he wanted. He'd let him pour his drink, and encourage him to try -- whatever it took to not make a scene. He just wanted to get home without dying.

This was already a dangerous mission, this guy was a fighter -- and he was a channeler, maybe not the Ascendancy caliber, but who was right? The man was a god in his own right -- at least that was what his display of power had proven the night he revealed himself and the world of magic that lay beneath. Ashton had always beleived in magic -- he was magically inclined afterall. There was no other way to explain his abilities. Science sure as fuck couldn't.

But he didn't get a chance to levy any of his talents as they approached the door. A soft tingle ran across his skin, a voice echoed in his mind. Thank you for the gift. and when they stepped through a thin veil of light encompassed them and Jaxen disappeared. Literally disappeared between steps. What the fuck!

Ashton took a few steps back and turned in circles. No one else really noticed -- except one. Those big brown eyes were wide with disbelief as well. But the there was a club wide tone that echoed through the halls -- signifying that the main match would start soon. Final bets were to be placed before the next one. His mark turned with the black widow of a woman in tow, his arm wrenched behind him like some sort of slave. Ashton's heart sank -- he was dangerous too. And now Jaxen was gone and he knew that too. Fuck! This wasn't going to end well. Fuck!

Ashton went up to the main ring and found a seat. He had to see -- had to make a report back to Mistress Blackthorn. How was he ever going to get the man home now -- he'd never trust him. Fuck!
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RE: Connections, Money and Secrets [Almaz] - by Ashton - 11-02-2023, 01:57 PM

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