02-26-2014, 06:25 AM
Tony wore the crisp black coat styled with the golden phoenix. It was ostentatious, arrogant and stylistically questionable. In short, it was perfect for blending in to this particular niche of society.
As he entered the gaudy high-rise, the concierge approached him hesitant deference. The poor bastard had likely been on the end of dozens of petty tantrums thrown by the rich clientele.
"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"
Tony smiled and clapped the man on the back. "Can you direct me to Mr. Marveet's apartment."
Tony had recieved Jaxen's call. He was damn busy these days that he almost wished for the easy life of a drunkard. Claire, Jensen and now Jaxen again, it was a wonder he had time to do anything for himself!
Not that he minded. Claire was most interesting and Jensen was too sincere he could not bring himself to say no. Jaxen though... He was not sure why he had come. Perhaps it was curiosity.
Besides, despite how their last encounter ended, he wouldn't abandon the guy. It was hard to adjust, he knew all to well.
It did not take long to find the place. Jaxen was the son of that Marveet son of a bitch. Tony remembered talk of the troublesome youth, but they had never met. Rumour was that Jaxen didn't get along too well with his father either.
Well, that was even better. Tony had never liked that haughty prick.
When he arrived at the door, he seized the power. He wondered if Jaxen would realise.
After a moment, he knocked. "I hear you wanted to see me."
As he entered the gaudy high-rise, the concierge approached him hesitant deference. The poor bastard had likely been on the end of dozens of petty tantrums thrown by the rich clientele.
"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"
Tony smiled and clapped the man on the back. "Can you direct me to Mr. Marveet's apartment."
Tony had recieved Jaxen's call. He was damn busy these days that he almost wished for the easy life of a drunkard. Claire, Jensen and now Jaxen again, it was a wonder he had time to do anything for himself!
Not that he minded. Claire was most interesting and Jensen was too sincere he could not bring himself to say no. Jaxen though... He was not sure why he had come. Perhaps it was curiosity.
Besides, despite how their last encounter ended, he wouldn't abandon the guy. It was hard to adjust, he knew all to well.
It did not take long to find the place. Jaxen was the son of that Marveet son of a bitch. Tony remembered talk of the troublesome youth, but they had never met. Rumour was that Jaxen didn't get along too well with his father either.
Well, that was even better. Tony had never liked that haughty prick.
When he arrived at the door, he seized the power. He wondered if Jaxen would realise.
After a moment, he knocked. "I hear you wanted to see me."