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Mikhail Vashael · February 25, 2008, 10:52 PM

Vashael's paw covered the lower half of his face as he lingered on the last of his inhalation. Removing a fresh cigar from his mouth, the man's gaze pierced quietly through the greeting of his contact. Gingerly throwing the figure a loose sack of something that jingled upon reception, Mikhail came to a stop.

"Friends come and go."

His eyes stared blankly, only indicating with a slight turn of the nose that his relationship to Theo could disolve in a flicker's notice.

"You look dire Thadius.. Keeping your deaf ears to the ground, and your gob dumb to the law I venture.."

Mikhail licked his lips in anticipation, advancing one step closer while watching the man's sunken features.

"Every mistress has a backdoor, and you can shed some light on how to tease this one open. The 'Palace. I need specifics. A way in, a way out. Guard number and rotation. Location of the .. special guests, and for that heavy mineral deposit your now holding.. best throw in a little lagniappe while your at it."

He made the cant symbol for Key or Opportunity then flashed a subtle gesture of restraint in regards to Dominic. Pursing a thumb across his lower lip, the Butcher lifted a heavy leather jacket back while placing both hands on his hips. The tobacco hung absently, it's ash forgotten while slowly burning down. Vashael then reached his tongue against the top palette, running it against the inside row of teeth while waiting for an acidic response. He half expected the kid to bolt at any moment, or glance up to find himself alone in the graveyard with only an angel and a hangman for company. That was the problem with the youth of the day.. none of them had the grit of real salt.. the kind that could move the very celestial bodies themselves.

The orb of Lunaisa dropped flat white light over the gravestones, basking the men in the glory of night.

February 25, 2008, 10:52 PM	#11 (permalink)
Mikhail Vashael The Butcher Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Aelyria Prime Posts: 306	Vashael's paw covered the lower half of his face as he lingered on the last of his inhalation. Removing a fresh cigar from his mouth, the man's gaze pierced quietly through the greeting of his contact. Gingerly throwing the figure a loose sack of something that jingled upon reception, Mikhail came to a stop. "Friends come and go." His eyes stared blankly, only indicating with a slight turn of the nose that his relationship to Theo could disolve in a flicker's notice. "You look dire Thadius.. Keeping your deaf ears to the ground, and your gob dumb to the law I venture.." Mikhail licked his lips in anticipation, advancing one step closer while watching the man's sunken features. "Every mistress has a backdoor, and you can shed some light on how to tease this one open. The 'Palace. I need specifics. A way in, a way out. Guard number and rotation. Location of the .. special guests, and for that heavy mineral deposit your now holding.. best throw in a little lagniappe while your at it." He made the cant symbol for Key or Opportunity then flashed a subtle gesture of restraint in regards to Dominic. Pursing a thumb across his lower lip, the Butcher lifted a heavy leather jacket back while placing both hands on his hips. The tobacco hung absently, it's ash forgotten while slowly burning down. Vashael then reached his tongue against the top palette, running it against the inside row of teeth while waiting for an acidic response. He half expected the kid to bolt at any moment, or glance up to find himself alone in the graveyard with only an angel and a hangman for company. That was the problem with the youth of the day.. none of them had the grit of real salt.. the kind that could move the very celestial bodies themselves. The orb of Lunaisa dropped flat white light over the gravestones, basking the men in the glory of night. __________________ -CIR- Last edited by Mikhail Vashael; February 26, 2008 at 03:38 PM.