09-11-2016, 03:38 PM
Dmitri:
To tell the truth, Dmitri had been scared out of his mind at Cain’s display. Still, he knew better than to show it. And as scary as it was, he hadn’t been any more powerless with Cain than he’d been with the four Bratva thugs. The brunet knew a thing or two about keeping his wits about him around potentially aggressive men who were much stronger than him. Besides, there were only two types of people who would get between a guy with a knife and a teen with a pretty face: bleeding-heart hero types, or horny pedophiles. Dmitri knew how to deal with both.
However, it took him barely a few sentences to realize that Sparky wasn’t a pedophile. Cain had given him a look over, but it wasn’t the kind of heavy glance he associated with people who wanted to get in his pants. And that left hero-complex. Dmitri could use a guy with super powers and a bleeding heart. He didn’t precisely need to go with the ‘Cain as a love-struck client’ angle, but it was the easiest. Johns did stupid, crazy things when they got possessive over a hooker. It was one of the few excuses that wouldn’t lead to the bosses blaming Dmitri. They’d had to deal with plenty of Johns trying to ‘rescue’ their girls, enough that they knew better than to pin it on the girl.
Of course there were other routes Dmitri could take, but none of them that got a magical do-gooder to follow him around and act as muscle for the short term. As he led Cain back to his spot (one of his spots, he was way too smart to show a stranger his best places) Dmitri brainstormed how he was going to pull this off. He’d exaggerated to the redhead, with regards to his occupation. The younger man made his living through information. He sold intel to the gangs, and so far had managed to keep any of them from either killing or recruiting him. Of course, as a whore’s son and a pretty boy growing up in the slums, everyone thought that he would end up a hooker. It was a useful reputation to have, and so Dmitri cultivated it despite its inaccuracy. No one questioned how a prostitute got his information.
When the two finally arrived at Dmitri’s nook Underground, they found it already occupied. The younger man nodded to the women present. “Candy, Sarah,” he started. “This is Cain.”
Sarah stayed silent. She was a lot warier than Candy, especially around men. Candy though… “Now he doesn’t look like a freelancer,” she said with a smirk.
Dmitri eyed the redhead. Cain was fairly tall, a few centimeters more so than Dmitri himself. He was also rugged looking, with a blocky build and scruff on his face. No, the guy definitely wasn’t prostitute material. Johns didn’t like guys that could overpower them.
Candy sashayed over towards them and slowly circled Cain, trailing a hand gently along his shoulders as she went. Dmitri had to fight off a laugh. The taller guy was visibly uncomfortable, adorably flustered in a way that few people down under were anymore.
“No,” continued Candy, who was eying Cain up and down. “Definitely not new talent. Why, Dmitri darling, have you brought me a new client?”
At that Dmitri couldn’t resist a chuckle. The magician’s face was now the color of his hair. It’d been a while since he’d met a homeless person who was so body shy. “Nah Cain isn’t a client. He saw me with some Bratva guys and decided to be a hero.” Candy’s face immediately paled, so he rushed to reassure her. “Don’t worry! Cain’s one of those magic guys, like Ascendancy. He’s going to stick around for a bit and, ah, discourage any thugs who think that we’re easy pickings.”
Candy shot him a look, the kind that warned him that he was stepping into dangerous waters. But Dmitri was already aware. He knew what he was doing (or at least he hoped).
To tell the truth, Dmitri had been scared out of his mind at Cain’s display. Still, he knew better than to show it. And as scary as it was, he hadn’t been any more powerless with Cain than he’d been with the four Bratva thugs. The brunet knew a thing or two about keeping his wits about him around potentially aggressive men who were much stronger than him. Besides, there were only two types of people who would get between a guy with a knife and a teen with a pretty face: bleeding-heart hero types, or horny pedophiles. Dmitri knew how to deal with both.
However, it took him barely a few sentences to realize that Sparky wasn’t a pedophile. Cain had given him a look over, but it wasn’t the kind of heavy glance he associated with people who wanted to get in his pants. And that left hero-complex. Dmitri could use a guy with super powers and a bleeding heart. He didn’t precisely need to go with the ‘Cain as a love-struck client’ angle, but it was the easiest. Johns did stupid, crazy things when they got possessive over a hooker. It was one of the few excuses that wouldn’t lead to the bosses blaming Dmitri. They’d had to deal with plenty of Johns trying to ‘rescue’ their girls, enough that they knew better than to pin it on the girl.
Of course there were other routes Dmitri could take, but none of them that got a magical do-gooder to follow him around and act as muscle for the short term. As he led Cain back to his spot (one of his spots, he was way too smart to show a stranger his best places) Dmitri brainstormed how he was going to pull this off. He’d exaggerated to the redhead, with regards to his occupation. The younger man made his living through information. He sold intel to the gangs, and so far had managed to keep any of them from either killing or recruiting him. Of course, as a whore’s son and a pretty boy growing up in the slums, everyone thought that he would end up a hooker. It was a useful reputation to have, and so Dmitri cultivated it despite its inaccuracy. No one questioned how a prostitute got his information.
When the two finally arrived at Dmitri’s nook Underground, they found it already occupied. The younger man nodded to the women present. “Candy, Sarah,” he started. “This is Cain.”
Sarah stayed silent. She was a lot warier than Candy, especially around men. Candy though… “Now he doesn’t look like a freelancer,” she said with a smirk.
Dmitri eyed the redhead. Cain was fairly tall, a few centimeters more so than Dmitri himself. He was also rugged looking, with a blocky build and scruff on his face. No, the guy definitely wasn’t prostitute material. Johns didn’t like guys that could overpower them.
Candy sashayed over towards them and slowly circled Cain, trailing a hand gently along his shoulders as she went. Dmitri had to fight off a laugh. The taller guy was visibly uncomfortable, adorably flustered in a way that few people down under were anymore.
“No,” continued Candy, who was eying Cain up and down. “Definitely not new talent. Why, Dmitri darling, have you brought me a new client?”
At that Dmitri couldn’t resist a chuckle. The magician’s face was now the color of his hair. It’d been a while since he’d met a homeless person who was so body shy. “Nah Cain isn’t a client. He saw me with some Bratva guys and decided to be a hero.” Candy’s face immediately paled, so he rushed to reassure her. “Don’t worry! Cain’s one of those magic guys, like Ascendancy. He’s going to stick around for a bit and, ah, discourage any thugs who think that we’re easy pickings.”
Candy shot him a look, the kind that warned him that he was stepping into dangerous waters. But Dmitri was already aware. He knew what he was doing (or at least he hoped).