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Post by Sara Pezzini on Aug 19, 2004 11:17:33 GMT -5
Sara’s overconfidence would be her eventual downfall this time. The last thing she’d ever expected was to find that this gangster was just as unique as herself. If given the time to study the meeting, she would have wondered if destiny drew them together or if it was from someone else’s design. Lord Sonatine watched the pair from a remote location, his eyes gleaming against the glow of the scrying glass. The Brotherhood of Darkness was highly interested in this new twist of fate, and as he watched Sonatine’s memory turned back to many of the fights of the past between Witchblade wielder and Darkness heir. The fight from the past that caught his memory the most was between the infamous pirate Anne Bonny and the Navy Captain Jonathan Barnet. He always found it ironic how the wielders usually stood in opposing roles both as hosts to unfathomable powers and in their mundane lives. That fight had ended with the Darkness as the champion… but perhaps, just perhaps this new host would surprise him; though he doubted it. Usually the Witchblade’s host was more prepared than this naive little detective. He was almost craving popcorn as he watched this amusing encounter.
“…If you were fully naked and threw yourself on me then I’d be scared…”
She ignored the rest of his babble and mocked sympathy. “Sorry Jack didn’t realize you played for the pink team.” She jibbed, her fists clenching tightly as she began to stalk him.
“Do you know how much that suit cost, you sadistic bitch!”<br> “Sadistic?” Sara grinned unconsciously allowing the Witchblade more control. “Oh after what I have planned… I’ll make you beg for sadistic.” Sara stalked closer, her eyes flashing brighter and more vibrant than before, the fire that fueled her evident as her irises practically glowed. Just as the sun sank down so that it no longer cast its light into the alley, behind the gangster the little urchins wormed their way out of the very darkness surrounding him like a little obnoxious horde. Immediately the Witchblade recognized its natural enemy and inside her head it began to warn Sara. << Kill the Darkness! Kill him now! >> It screamed into her mind. “Hottie?” She looked from the Darkling to Jackie. “How right he is.” She said smugly. All at once the tendrils that were whipping at Jackie began to glow. A fire grew around Sara’s clenched fist and it illuminated her intensity with a waxy sinister radiance. “Nice get up… you know Halloween is still in October… But hey, if I had a face like yours I might need to wear a mask too.” Sara lifted her arm opening her hand into a clawed twist. Unholy fire roared toward the pocket of demons and host, licking at the debris that crossed it’s path.
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Kenneth Irons
Patrolman
"I have been generous until now, but I can be cruel."
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Post by Kenneth Irons on Aug 25, 2004 12:58:53 GMT -5
Kenneth readied himself quickly, choosing a less than severe charcoal grey suit from his wardrobe. Not wanting to scare off Mr. Carver, he opted not to wear a tie, and he further softened his appearance with accenting the muted jacket with a cornflower blue button down Oxford. He ran a hand though his now blonde locks, deliberately giving himself a carefree appearance. Once his preparation was completed he returned to the parlor and joined Lara Croft inside the limousine. It was clear that he was still quite affected by the recent conversation with Croft and although he was resplendent in the act of concealing his emotions, at least for the moment he hid nothing. Irons was content to ride in silence but he was stirred from his internal thoughts at the question.
“What exactly is this all about... if you don't mind my asking that is?"
Immediately he toyed with the idea of dangling the answer over her head like a proverbial carrot. But he did not. “As you know I’m a collector of antiquities and this piece I’ve asked you to help me inspect, is something that is to go into my collection of from the Mayan era. As you’re well aware the land of the Maya has been considered quite mysterious. Because jungles tend to grow rapidly over anything in its path, many monuments and archeological sites have lain undiscovered until recently. I had a team working at a specific site to preserve and collect what artifacts could be salvaged but what has been re-discovered has often been so mutilated by erosion that their glyphs are almost impossible to read correctly. Many times, the undamaged glyphs can be found in the codices and corrections can be made. However what we gleaned from these sources may or may not have been accurately reproduced. Since monuments do not usually have a lot of general information about a person or an event and because of its concise nature, they are also difficult to decipher. It wasn’t until recently that I was made aware that another glyph was found. Something that might fill in a lot of questions we’ve been asking.”<br> The limo arrived and he waited for Lara to exit before he joined her. Again the Paparazzi were there to record the arrival of the multi-billionaire, but he paid them no mind. The loathsome little creatures were too pathetic for him to waste the energy on. Nodding to the doorman Irons worked his way inside. He sized up the room and it occupants before approaching the host. “Good evening Mr. Irons. Let me show you and your guest to a table.” The host offered graciously. Kenneth nodded and followed the man to a round table near the stage. It was lavishly decorated; the waitresses dressed in vintage outfits of the 1930’s “cigarette girls” The host departed and Irons looked across the room to his assistant Mr. Barkley. The middle aged man spied out Chases’ location and neared him. “Mr. Carver? – I’m Mr. Barkley, Kenneth Irons’ personal assistant I spoke with your agent on the phone. - Mr. Irons has just arrived, shall I?” he gestured toward the table as he led Chase to his seat across from Ken.
-Irons
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Lara Croft
Sergeant
You know I can't resist a bit of fun.
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Post by Lara Croft on Aug 25, 2004 14:14:59 GMT -5
In the limo Lara was fairly quiet. She was content with staring out the windows, her mind making a map of ever turn and street they went down. She however took to studying Irons, he was thinking about her question and probably trying to decide wether or not to tell her. If she was worthy or not to know before hand. The Tomb Raider assumed he would probably enjoy keeping her on the edge of being kept in the dark on the subject. However as she tended to be an expert at figuring various situations out, Lara was quite sure what this delt with, it probably had some connection with his current delimmia with his man servent Nottingham. Creepy bastard. She didn't want to help him, but in light of Kenneth's current charity towards her how could she not? It was deffinitely a you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours deals, with or without Irons owning up to the fact.
She allowed a look of interest to pass over her features as he devulged into an explination, why they were going out. Hazel eyes remained fixed on the business man as he spoke about things she was very aware of, but of course she knew he was aware of that. It was unnerving all that man knew about her, it almost made her blood run completely cold," It has to do with Nottingham doesn't it? All your research is to cure him am I correct?" Of course she was, besides his collecting Kenneth Irons was well known for alternative motives and reasons. Lara herself was all to aware of that, his kind of man always had their reasons for doing things.
When the limo stopped, Lara completely ignored the various tempters known as the media. Their flashes annoying true, but easily ignored. It was nothing new to the Brit. After all she was one of the most highly watched bacholerettes in the world, and any time a man is at her beck and call the world over knows about it. This however was a different colored dog, this she knew from seeing newspapers and tabloids was being labeled as a business partnership, which was all fine and dandy in her book. Once inside the establishment, Lara let a small sigh of relief escape her and looked around once again printing to memory every detail possible. She wanted to remember everything about this little experiance.
Almost dutifully the tall auburn haired woman followed Kenneth towards the table, once seated Lara began to pay attention to sounds and conversations. But soon another sight would take up all preferance to the current venture of her mind. Was that Chase Carver she spied sitting just across the way? Eyes drifted back to Irons, clearly she had not expected this little twist of the plot at all," Water please." She replied hastely when a waiter came to ask if she or Mr Irons would like anything to drink. Anything else, especially alcholic would not be a wise choice at the moment for the not so even tempered Lady Croft.
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Post by Everett Boswell on Aug 31, 2004 10:38:32 GMT -5
As the night went on he watched, the call had been made, and he was awaiting the turn. It was like a game of chess, setting up the board, and moving pawns. Yes, Sheridan was his pawn for the moment. The women giving him company, while the drink worked in a drug. Soon enough the spy wouldn¡¦t have it in him to behave. Like he could anyway. Sheridan¡¦s type were like pigs, making a mess of everything they were around. And he despised the man. Still it rubbed him the wrong way, how he was able to get the likes of, Sara Pezzini. It would end. He planned on it.
Shifting slightly he watched from the V.I.P lounge out into the club when the doors opened and he saw the blonde man, he could have smirked. And accompanying him was none other than Lara Croft. He¡¦d not met the woman in person, but knew quite a bit about her. Idly it made him wonder how Kenneth¡¦s ways of brining her around, was working for him. The woman was stubborn as an ox. Sheridan however was easily bribed by playing to his vanity. Something Boswell felt like exploiting.
A few more moments of waiting and he stood, smoothing down his shirt against his chest. Walking over he clasped a hand down against Sheridan¡¦s shoulder. ¡§Mate, maybe you should slow down with the drinking¡Kor use the loo at least. Besides what would Sara say to see you acting like this?¡¨ the ploy of being a friend, was something that fit him like a glove. Pointing out the path for Sheridan, that would lead him past Iorn¡¦s and Crofts table. Besides Sheridan and Croft had a history, why not exploit that while he was at it. It would all come around in the end to breaking the Witchblades owner. Now he was planning again. A benefit dinner was coming up that the NYPD was so kind in extending Mi-6 as their guests of Honor. Sara to be on his arm, while Sheridan, was being broken in another fashion, in Iron¡¦s fashion. Little did he know that there was a growing snag.
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Jackie Estacado
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"Looks like me and my darkness is stronger than you and your light."
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Post by Jackie Estacado on Sept 1, 2004 1:27:30 GMT -5
If Jackie would have known Sonatine had been watching his encounter with Pezzini he would have gave the man the finger. The Brotherhood of darkness had attempted to use Jackie for thier own purposes but Jackie was his own man and played by his own rules. Right now he had more important things on his mind. Namely the scantily clad woman standing in front of him with malicious intent in her eyes. He shook his head as he watched her. “Ha, ha…Very funny, bitch.” There was no way that she could understand his plight. Sex was as good as a death warrant for him. If he passed his seed to a woman he would die. Kind of puts a damper on a lustful relationship doesn’t it. “Can I have her eyeballs?” One of the darklings uttered. “Mmmn, the other white meat.” another added.
The tendrils of the darkness crawled around him vines snapping at her like demonic viper’s adding to the army of darklings. “Umm, boss…why is her hand glowing?” Jackie watched as the woman extended her arm towards him. Suddenly the metallic tendrils began to glow like hot pokers. “Your one to talk, although I’d have to say I like your taste in get up. Or lack there of.” And then her arm rose which caused his mental alarm to go off. His yellow orbs widened, “Oh boy!” as he watched the fire shoot out like a flame thrower in a room soaked in gasoline. The flames covered the alley way headed towards Jackie.
Suddenly the darkness took control as hundreds of thick vines and tendrils shot out of the shadow placing a thick wall between the flame and Jackie. The darklings however were not as lucky as they had become part of the living shield. While the flame was blocked by the wall of intertwined vines and darklings the darkness did not stop at protecting its wielder. It then made moves to lash out at its natural enemy. Suddenly clawed vines lashed out from the shadows cast by the flames wrapping around the woman’s body.
As the tentacles tightened around her arms, legs, throat and chest the smoldering wall parted revealing Jackie unphased. He shook his head. “Lucky for me I'm wearing protection. Do you always burn the men your with? Looks like I’m gonna have to get you tested before we go at it again.” he said sarcastically as smoldering darklings raised to their feet, “Somebody smoking?” one of them asked. Another dressed in a backwards cap and hip hop gear answered. “That’s you…dumbass.” As the darkling realized that he was still on fire he began to run around trying to put himself out. “How about we do a probe and see what we find?” Jackie said as he extended his arm and the vines wrapped around her legs pulled spreading he legs apart as a clawed vine with the head of a darkling snaked its way towards her lower region. “You may want to bite down, I forgot the lubrication.” the creature remarked with a menacing grin.
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Chase Carver
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Run, run away...live to love another day.
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Post by Chase Carver on Sept 1, 2004 11:35:07 GMT -5
Sitting at the bar he noticed a waitress carrying glasses of champagne and he quickly grabbed a glass from off her tray. “Much appreciated, beautiful”, he said with a coy smirk as she gave him an insincere smile back. Not like he wasn’t used to that kind of reaction, he did live in Hollywood after all. The closest thing to a sincere smile was an actress in glee after her monthly Botox injection. He took a sip of his champagne as he eyed the crowd. Well at least if Irons was a no show he noticed many candidates worthy of helping him enjoy his stay in the Big Apple. He patted his breast pocket making sure the glyph was still secure inside his jacket and picked up his glass once again.
Finishing his glass of champagne he was just about to grab the attention of the bartender when he was approached from behind. He turned, “Who wants to know? Oh!” He wondered how he missed Irons entrance he would have figured a man that powerful would have made some grand entrance or perhaps that was just his own delusion of how he would abuse that kind of power. “Nice to meet you Bark. Don’t mind if we do.” He replied standing to his feet. He followed the man through the club to the destination of his employer and then eyed the man sitting at the table. Not what he had expected, which was a middle aged balding guy.
Maybe he should have researched this guy? Nah. That wasn’t his style. He waited for the man’s assistant to introduce him until he noticed the woman sitting next to him. Was his eyes deceiving him or was the lovely Lara Croft his date. Well he had to admit the man had good taste. “Nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Irons.” He smirked extending his hand to shake the man’s before placing his attention on the tomb raider and off the multi-billionaire momentarily. “It’s a small world after all… Long time no see, Lara.” Probably the only woman or person for that matter that could make him forget about future riches. But of course she had once been a treasure that he had to have. The more things change the more they stay the same.
His mind then pondered back to Irons wondering how much the man knew about him exactly. Was Croft here as some sort of ploy to knock him off his game? He wouldn’t falter he thought no matter how great she looked. The man had two weaknesses, the first being his greed, and the second being Lady Lara Croft. At one time he wasn’t sure which one was more potent. Perhaps he still wasn’t sure and it seemed as though Irons had played to both of them.
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 7, 2004 13:54:39 GMT -5
Darklings cracked and popped like rice cereal in milk and the detective couldn’t help but feel vindicated as she watched them writhe and scream. Sara’s grin of satisfaction was illuminated by the orange glow of flames and Sonatine couldn’t help but laugh. “If you really think that’s all it takes to destroy him you’re in for a big surprise Detective.” He leaned back to observe the flaws and weakness of each opponent, still somewhat unsure as to who was going to come out on top.
With all of her efforts focused on the gale of fire, Sara was left vulnerable for the barbed threads of shadow to envelope her appendages. As soon as the darkness made contact with the Witchblade’s armor she heard the symbiotic scream pierce her mind like an ice pick. The Darkness was worming its way across her body like a stain soaking into white fabric. Where it touched only bare flesh Sara’s skin felt numb, almost lulled asleep; but where the Darkness touched armor of the Witchblade she felt white-hot pain, a thousand needles piercing her. Sara’s voice joined the Witchblade’s as she screamed.
It may have been instinct, or a blind devotion to keep its host alive, but as the very ends of Sara’s nerves were rendered raw and abused, the Witchblade retaliated. Vellicating out from what parts of her armor were yet to become covered, threads of platinum sank into Jackie’s chest with barbed hooks. She grimaced; sweat beading on her forehead from the heat of the still charring Darklings and debris. The hooks sank into the multifaceted suit digging and twisting until they found the soft underbelly of host within. Some of the pain lessened and Sara spoke, her voice raw and throaty, “Back off! Or should I decorate the wall with your lungs?”<br> Sonatine, The Brotherhood leader reached to his left feeling out the edge of his alter knife. Things were not going as he’d hoped; Sara Pezzini was more ready for this than he’d thought. Swiftly he brought forth the twin-edged blade and then in an arching down-stroke he jammed it into the scrying glass. “Like it or not Jackie, you’re not ready for her… but I think I feel a shift in the tide.” The reflection of Detective Pezzini was bisected though the chest with the knife.
All at once Sara felt her chest tighten, her face crumpled and the barbs withdrew. She fell onto her knees and then forward, her hand hit the asphalt with a fleshy slap. Leaning over and breathing hard, Sara clutched her chest with the other hand wondering exactly what Estacado had done to her. Panic welled up as she realized the Witchblade was retracting into itself, leaving her exposed to whatever death or hope for death he had in mind.
-Pez
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Kenneth Irons
Patrolman
"I have been generous until now, but I can be cruel."
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Post by Kenneth Irons on Sept 7, 2004 19:45:31 GMT -5
“It has to do with Nottingham, doesn't it?”<br>“Ian is an invaluable friend and colleague Lara. I shouldn’t expect you to understand the kind of loss his near death has brought, and I know that you’ll never trust the truth until you see if for yourself. That’s why I’ve asked you to come along. I’d like you to know that I’m finished with all the lies. Plain and simple, I want to right wrongs.” Irons said as his assistant departed to get Chase. He flagged down the waiter and made a request. “Yes, good evening. We’d like a bottle of ’47 Chateau Lafite Rothschild, and some raw oysters.”<br>“Yes, at five hundred pounds a bottle. A very fine choice sir... and might I add that that bottle is one of only fourteen that we have in our collection.”<br>Kenneth nodded waving the waiter off as he Chase and his assistant neared the table. “Good evening Mister Carver, I trust your flight was adequately comfortable? Please have a seat.” He shook hands with the archeologist and gestured to Croft. “Oh have you two met?” Kenneth sat across from Carver pursing his lips at this new twist of the knife; Waiting for the response, in any. “Now, I understand that you have something I’d very much like to acquire.” He snapped his fingers to the assistant who departed to a side exit.
The waiter arrived and poured a mouthful of wine into a Bordeaux glass for Irons to sample. Kenneth lifted the glass, admiring the color. He then smelled the fragrance, and as he took in the aroma his lips parted and he spoke low. “Nineteen twenty seven was a very good year. Technicolor was introduced, the US Radio Act declared public ownership of the airwaves, Trotsky and Zinoviev were expelled from the Communist Party in the USSR… Stalin took full control.” His eyes opened and he looked Chase straight in the eye, “And Charles Lindbergh made the first solo non-stop trans-Atlantic flight from New York to Paris.” He sipped the wine and then nodded in approval, tapping the glass to indicate that he wanted to keep the bottle. “So would you give Miss Croft the honor of assessing the piece?”
-Irons#nosmileys
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Lara Croft
Sergeant
You know I can't resist a bit of fun.
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Post by Lara Croft on Sept 7, 2004 20:52:27 GMT -5
She didn't believe him. He was the same man as before just in a disguise of unnatural youth. Trust was not something Lara Croft gave freely, if not at all. Perhaps this along with many other things was the cause of the end in most of her romantic relationships. That however in a matter of speaking held no revelance to what was before her. Come hell or high water Kenneth Irons was not going to get away with whatever he was up to. He had to have alternative motives, a man like him always did and Lara is very acquainted men like him. Possibly to much for her own good. For now she decided, she would play along and work herself into his game.
Eyes drifted upwards as a shadow desended just to her left, and the voice of that shadow all to familiar spoke. Her hazel stare instantly took on a much different glow and appearance as she turned and met gazes with Chase Carver," Yes. Pitty it couldn't be longer." Her tone was flat, it was becoming clearly obvious that Lady Croft and Mr Carver were not going to get along to well. Slowly her eyes averted themselves from the blonde american and back apon Irons," Yes, unforunately we have met." Her tone cold and ice filled and her stare refusing to meet Chase's. Such a pompus ass, Lara thought to herself, infact she continued thinking I'm surrounded by pompus asses. Nothing new however.
For her own sake, Lara made her self look interested in the bout of knowledge that Irons spouted with his voice sounding to much like he had witnessed all he said first hand. His final statement however caught her almost off gaurd... he wanted her to assess the peice? To make sure it was what it was suposed to be? Inwardly the woman smirked, glad to know she wasn't the only person in the world that didn't trust Chase Carver, and she was quite amused that Kenneth Irons was trusting him as much as he was in the first place.
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Jackie Estacado
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"Looks like me and my darkness is stronger than you and your light."
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Post by Jackie Estacado on Sept 10, 2004 16:22:17 GMT -5
Jackie smirked as he watched the woman dangling from the tendrils of shadow. “This is gonna get messy?” he remarked as the darkling headed to attack. A half charred darkling eyes widened as he watched the scene. “Boss, look ou…” The warning came too late as her armor fired out metallic threads that were aimed for his chest. He let out a primal scream as the barbed hooks pierced his armor and dug deeply tearing through muscle until they found his chest cavity and tore into the bone. “Back off! Or should I decorate the wall with your lungs?” Her words only seemed to excentuate the pain as it rippled through his body. Blood spilled from the wounds as he gripped the hooks attempting to yank them out. “You started this, bitch. Remember that when I pull your intestines out through your mouth.”<br> He wasn’t quite sure who indeed started the fight but at this point he didn’t care. The numbing pain would just fuel his anger. Suddenly the hooks retracted. The force brought the man to knees as he gazed down at the pools of blood left by the wounds. “You are so gonna pay for that.” He said as he gazed up to see the woman had reverted back to her human form, the Witchblade having disappeared as quickly as it had appeared before. He was still hurting some but the sight of her relatively defenseless numbed the pain he was feeling. “Any more tough words, bitch?” he asked smugly as she laid at his feet. As he spoke the darklings began to stir and raise up to watch the scene. “Can I still have her eyes, Boss?” Jackie smirked. “Sorry boys, Pezzini is all mine.”<br> He reached out and picked the woman up by her throat and hit her with a stiff back hand and followed up with a closed fist across her chin. “How does that feel, Sara?” He smirked from behind his face mask and then picked her up over his head before tossing her body through the alley into a group of trash cans. Watching as she stirred he stalked her before extending his tendrils out towards her. “Don’t pass out on me, bitch. Not yet.” He watched as the vines of shadow wrapped around her body and constricted against her slim frame. He then raised her body into the air with a thought and began to whip her body around slamming her against the alley wall and then back across to the other wall. The sound of her bodies sickening thud against the hard brick was music to his ears. Once he had his fun he released her body watching it fall limp in front of him. “Was I too rough? Laying there like that can’t be good for your back." he asked sarcastically. The darkling grinned as the surrounded their master. “You da man, Jackie.” “Can we finish her off.” “I want the eyeballs!”
He smirked and made his way over to her kneeling down and grasping her chin pulling it inches from his face. Brushing some of her hair away from her bloodied face he spoke. “Well, was it good for you, baby? Because you were such a sport I’m not gonna paint these walls with your brain matter. Plus I'll help you find whomever has been trying to kill off your pig friends. And to show you there are no hard feelings, I’ll let you clean up after me.” He let her go and stood to his feet. “Maybe next time we can skip the foreplay. Say, bye to Sara, boys.” The darklings walked up to her and grinned one of them licking some of the blood off her face. “Don’t mess with the darkness!”
Jackie turned as if to give his minions a warning to behave themselves. “Bye, Sara!!!” the darklings said in unisen. With those words Jackie stepped out of the alley dressed once again in his Armani suit and as he eyed the street ahead of him he began to walk to his car. “Time to get some answers.” His mind only briefly pondered about Sara’s well being before he entered his car. Hopefully he didn’t mess up that pretty face too much. Turning the ignition in his car he shited gears and pulled off, driving into the night. Someone was going to talk or else.
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Chase Carver
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Run, run away...live to love another day.
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Post by Chase Carver on Sept 10, 2004 19:09:36 GMT -5
Chase smirked shaking the man’s hand. “Oh, the flight was great.” His orbs focused on Lara as the man mentioned whether or not the two had known each other. “Well, I missed you too, Lara.” He smirked and took a seat across from the two. “Yes, we have met on various occasions.” He couldn’t help his luck, seeing Lara again. She gave off a cold glare but he knew that was just their rocky past bubbling to the surface. She couldn’t keep it up and he would chip away at her icy demeanor until he cracked the surface. He focused back on Irons and nodded. Right to business, nice.
“That I do. “ he answered. Irons then began to speak making references about the wine and it’s year. Not really the type of conversation that Chase was interested in as it had nothing to do with the asking price of the piece. “So would you give Miss Croft the honor of assessing the piece?” Those were the man’s words and it immediately set off alarms in his head. He knew Lara better than most and although he may have trusted her who was to say that her and Irons wouldn’t attempt to con him. One thing was obvious however, Irons didn’t trust him. Not that he blamed him, he did have all intention in milking the man.
Reaching into his jacket he pulled out the piece wrapped in cloth an opened it resting it on the table. It was the same metallic glyph that he had recovered from his expedition in South America. Circular in shape and about three-fourth inch thick and three and a quarter inches in diameter. The peice had strange markings on them that may or may not have been indigenous of and South American native tribe but Chase hadn't even bothered to look up that information. “I guess that is fair enough. Please keep your hands on the table where I can see them, Croft. I know you too well.” He gave her a wink and waited for her to observe and confirm the authenticity of the glyph. Once she had done that then he would talk price. Hopefully by the end of the night he would be a rich man although as he eyed the fellow tomb raider his mind seemed focused on past transgressions.
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Kenneth Irons
Patrolman
"I have been generous until now, but I can be cruel."
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Post by Kenneth Irons on Sept 13, 2004 10:26:41 GMT -5
The exchange was going smoothly. Lara was checking the artifact and from the expression on his face it was apparent that Chase seemed pleased with himself. Kenneth waited and watched as Lara inspected the glyph. Her opinion was invaluable to him, but he could tell from the moment Carver unwrapped the item that it was authentic. At the request for Miss. Croft to keep her hands in plain sight Irons quite nearly laughed. For once it seemed that she was under the microscope instead of him. How deliciously marvelous it was to see that Carver was an obvious distraction.
Kenneth’s assistant returned with a briefcase. Irons reached into the briefcase procuring a leather-bound checkbook, and a gold pen. The scratch of its tip against the paper seemed overly loud in Ken’s ears, and as he realized this, other things about the room came into an almost painful focus. There was a woman whispering into the ear of her date about her sexual escapades, a portly man coughing as he choked on brandy in the far corner… Kenneth tried to ignore the distraction, sliding the check across the tablecloth after he scrawled his signature.
“I have a few documents for you to sign, verifying that the change of ownership… I’m sure that you’re accustomed to the legalities when dealing with the trade of antiquities. Ken waited while Carver perused the stack of legal documentation. I really am impressed with your find Mr. Carver. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you. I hope that if I need to call upon…”
Suddenly he felt a stab though his chest. The connection he still had to the Witchblade linking him for a few seconds with the wielder. His scarred hand jerked out as he bent forward in an involuntary spasm. He appeared to be having a heart attack. All at once his assistant sprang forward.
“Are you alright sir?” He seemed greatly concerned, wide-eyed and frantic as he scanned the room for the host, thinking that Mr. Irons would need to go to the hospital. The pain I his chest subsided as quickly as it had happened, and Kenneth relaxed. In those few lingering moments he shared with Sara he saw a dribble of blood splatter on the asphalt; he felt the ache of a bruised jaw, and it was clear from the arthritic bite in his hand that a few of her fingers were broken. “I’m alright Barkley. I just need a minute to collect myself.” He took a heavy breath then looked over to Croft and Carver. “Excuse me.”<br> Kenneth departed toward the solitude of the lavatory. He splashed water over his face, letting the last of the lingering pain fade away. Yes there was more than just Ian’s companionship on the line here. Without his shared link to Sara the visions were far more potent and significantly harder to conceal under the veneer of his solid demeanor. He leaned on the counter of the sink staring at his own reflection. It was still quite a lot to get used to, seeing his youth staring back. He smirked to himself then departed, drawing out his phone. He paused in the empty hall as he waited for Everett to answer. “Look In the alley adjacent the home of Frank Franchetti. She is in exquisite pain. I’m sure she could use a friend right about now.”<br>Snapping the phone shut Ken returned it to his pocket and walked back to the table. “Thank you for waiting.”<br> -Irons
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Post by Terry Sheridan on Sept 13, 2004 13:57:00 GMT -5
Sheridan ran a hand against his face, after splashing water on his face. Nothing seemed to be helping his head was swimming yet oddly enough he felt more open, more free more like the man he used to be, especially in college. After finishing up in the loo he headed back out, after all there was a party to be had, courtesy of Everett. The men had history together, MI-6 being the main, prep school another and now he was offering his help while he was in New York.
Rubbing a hand against his hair he smirked towards a woman who flashed him a smile, before leisurely checking her long legs out scanning up her body. But soon he stopped another figure was before him, one he’d seen plenty of times before. “Croft.” His spoke as he neared the noticing the man sitting with her at the table looking over some artifact. Had he been earlier he would have seen Irons little reaction, but the billionaire was gone. But what was Lara doing here and with this blond American?
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Post by Everett Boswell on Sept 13, 2004 18:55:52 GMT -5
The night was progressing, he’d watched from his own private distance as Kenneth Irons was lead in followed by Lady Croft. And then another man joined the table, one Boswell assumed to be Iron’s connact with the ancient relic he was searching for. It wasn’t a question why Croft was called in. Besides what other motives there was in the plans for her. But in a few short moments she would serve as distractions as he’d sent an intoxicated Sheridan off to the loo that direction. Cracking his neck he adjusted on the sofa, a woman rubbing her hand up against his inner thigh. Still he remained the calm, sleek, sophisticated man he was. Right now it was business.
The small cell phone he kept started to vibrated as he lifted it open to his ear his free hand removed the woman’s so he could stand freely. He didn’t even need to ask who it was he already knew. As the words were expressed the styled Brit paced the room before shifting his weight. “And our pawns nearly ready, just a push in the right direction.” Then they both hung up. That’s how it was with Boswell and Irons both men knowing how to work business. Pulling up his coat he nodded his head towards Chase and Fuller. “Watch Sheridan, if he doesn’t go home with Croft make sure you snag him.” With nothing more he exited the club his car waiting.
He instructed the driver to let him of at a specific location while his hand moved opening a compartment in the limo, pulling out a small box. Hand reached in and pulled out the Custom M1911 STI Colt and a magazine of .45 cal bullets loading it into the gun. Shifting his weight he put a cigarette between his lips as the gun was tucked against the inside of his jacket back and the back of his ribs. Exiting the limo he watched the car dive off before lighting up the cigarette. The drive would loop back around in a few moments to pick him back up. Smoke blew from his lips as he headed towards the alleyway that Irons had mention Sara would be in. His eyes scanning the rooftops and the shadows.
Whoever had been there was gone now, the alley looked even worse than he was sure it had normally been. His gun had been removed when he neared the alley but then replaced as he came upon Sara she was a dreadful mess. And it was clear by now and her unconscious state the Witchblade wasn’t reacting much any more leaving the woman bare. Removing the Prada jacket and wrapping the woman up in it as he collected her fallen frame against his chest. As the limo arrived again he instructed the driver to take him back to the upstate flat he resided in as he looked back over the woman. Gods how tempting it was to brush his fingertips against her skin. But no, he had to remain the gentleman.
Once again Sara Pezzini was resting upon the large bed of the free room, she’d first woken up to find. Doctor Scott had been called back as before. His jacket had been folded up against the chair as he unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and folded back his collar as he unbuttoned it. “Hand me that wash cloth.” He instructed as the wet cloth was placed into his hand, Everett took care in softly cleaning dirt, grim and blood from Sara face, and neck. Standing he looked over to the doctor. “Cloth her after you’ve finished tending her wounds.” Taking another cigarette between his lips he lounged against the arm chair in the room watching the detective.
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Lara Croft
Sergeant
You know I can't resist a bit of fun.
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Post by Lara Croft on Sept 14, 2004 2:20:31 GMT -5
She was not going to let the likes of Chase Carver get to her. He like many of the men in her life ended up being just mud, easily forgotten and easily washed off one's shoe... that is unless they somehow keep finding ways to cling to the soles of said shoes. Chase over the years had become quite good at said feat and it was growing increasingly annoying over said time period," Well in order to inspect the artifact Chase, I would have to keep my hands on the bloody table now wouldn't I?" Her tone still sounding as cold as ever.
Eying the peice, Lara turned her attention and focus to it and looked it over. She knew Chase was smiling and she was pretty sure that Irons was getting some sick amusement out of the play between them," This peice is quite real indeed," She assured Irons and then glanced towards the American," I'm quite shocked you didn't sell it sooner." Her tone went from business like to sarcasm with a simple change of vision focus, a task easily done when your name is Lady Lara Croft. Satisfied with her comment, the woman took a drink of her water in a smart manner and took to watching the room.
Catching a strange set of actions from Irons out of the corner of her eye, Lara gasp and stood up swiftly causing her chair to fall over," Mr Irons are--" But before she could finish asking if he was alright, his assistants had taken him away, it was also at that moment that the Tomb Raider had taken notice of something she hadn't before; that Irons had a strange marking on his hand. Any further thoughts about the markings were lost as a waiter helped her back into her chair which he placed up-right, but her thoughts found something new to dwell apon; How to get out of being along with the likes of Chase Carver... little did she know that soon in a matter of speaking that problem would be answered in light of a new one.
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