Airplanes and Casual Conversation. -{The Arrival of Vicktor and Mikhail [Open Thread]}-

Vicktor · Prague Emerald

Airplanes and Casual Conversation. -{The Arrival of Vicktor and Mikhail [Open Thread]}-

Li Song · Chinese Emerald

Eyes of crystal blue, hair of spun gold and lips the color of blood that had a ironic way of curling just right at one at just the right time. Often enough the woman had used that bewitching smile on Song and though by now she ought to be use to it, it still had the power of choking her leaving the Asian woman fighting for the ability to breath. A beautiful image that came to be visualized in her mind whenever Li Song was away on business.

The effect of those thoughts were nothing compared to the reality image of Isolde that now stood out before her. Both had been companions for as long as she could remember and still the blonde angel seemed distracted always staring off into her own small world which left Song wondering and wishing for the key to unlock those doors. To be able to slip a bit of her inside, she knew Isolde cared for her but wondered to herself to what extent. She doubted the blonde yearned for her as she did for her and though it may shade some light on the mystery by simply asking her of her feelings she didn't dare utter a mere word.

Fear was the main reason she didn't come forward because a world loving Isolde was better then a barren world not loving her. She could do it for eternity love another who didn't reciprocate the feelings as long as that individual was near. How long had she been standing here? a turn of her head had Song looking away from the beautiful picture of Isolde on the balcony to the clock. Only ten minutes? but it had seemed much longer indeed. She really needed to get more of a social life and look into dating men?.

That thought had Song Pausing and with a quick shake of her head and a scrunch of her nose she tossed that idea just as fast as it had popped into her mind. She was preparing to drag herself away from the window when Isolde looked up to meet her stare. Li Song parted her lips whispering a hello out and when Isolde waved her out she followed out, the door handle turning and opening with out so much as a touch to it. At times that particular gift came in handy. The door was left a jar and with slow practiced steps she headed towards her friend trying her best to not fall in the heels that she was still getting use to. If it were left up to her she would have gone around the Islands completely bare footed at all times but Isolde reminded her that they were trying to fit in and the more human traits they acquired the better.

Song paused briefly making sure to pull the sleeves of her green blouse back to her elbows before she joined her friend in leaning along the rail. Li Song hated not being able to wear one of her kimono's but until the rest of their luggage got in she had little choice but to make do with what ever she could find in the nearest store to their hotel. Speaking of hotels she wasn't sure what the name was to the one they currently resided in all she knew was that it was something in french or then again she may just be mixing that up with her earlier believing that the place reminded her of the french. Crossing one ankle behind the other she was careful not to snag the black skirt or the nylons as she took her time in looking over the surroundings laid out below them. Isolde was quiet so like always Song found that her black gaze was once more focused on the blonde female beside her. She let the silence linger on for a minute long before she found herself reaching out a hand to trickle fingers over the bare shoulder of Isolde.

When do you think our luggage will arrive Iso?.

No answer was given so Li Song closed the space in between them to wrap a slender arm around the woman's shoulder pulling her nearer so that she could better draw her attention.

Isolde?, what are you thinking of. Some times I wish I had a manual, that better equipped me on how bests to get through to you.

She looked back toward the street below them while she waited for Isolde to answer. It seemed many were trying to hail a cab and one man in particular caught her gaze. He was a rather large man (Vicktor) with a boy at his side now the reason it bothered her was because he looked familiar but in all reality she had seen more then a few faces in a lifetime to be able to sort through the lot. Her eyes remained on the duo until they entered the car only then did Li Song look back to Isolde.

-- Edited by Li Song at 00:45, 2008-08-31

-- Edited by Li Song at 00:47, 2008-08-31

Vicktor · Prague Emerald

He glanced toward Mikhail who sat beside him and smiled. The boy was still immersed in the informational pamphlet he'd given him before they left the mainland. Three times now. Three times, he'd read it cover to cover and was now flipping it over to start up the fourth. He was just... amazing. No matter how many times Vicktor looked at the child, he always spotted something new. And this time was no different. As he studied him, he notice how his lips moved as he read quietly to himself, and spotted the little curl his upper lip made whenever he sounded out his "s" sounds. Odd how some of the smallest things brought peace to the creature who'd made it his life's work to protect what lay inside of the child.

A sigh then as he turned attention away from his charge and set himself to looking through the grime sheened glass that served as the door's window. The city swam by in a myriad of colors and shapes, one melding with the other as the taxi swept through the city's streets and more than once, Vicktor found himself clutching at the door's handle as the driver careened carelessly around a curve or slammed his brakes too hard to avoid hitting another driver. Grumble. No wonder he didn't travel like this... to much danger involved. Not for him but for the delicate package he was protecting and if they couldn't get to him... then this stupid human who served as their driver would. Grunting, he leaned forward and tapped the male on his right shoulder.

"Let us out here."

After a few seconds of arguing with the human over details of their destination, he'd finally convinced him to just... let them out. It didn't matter that they were too far away from their chosen hotel, they'd find another. Another somewhere... closer and out of harm's way.

Leaning inside of the cab, he took the young Mikhail's hand and pulled him along, stopping only once to retrieve the needed bills to pay the driver along with a suitable tip... not that he deserved one. A smile and a wave, and soon they were on their way by foot back the way they came. He mumbled softly to himself as his long strides were slowed to allow Mikhail's shorter to keep the pace, but still managing to travel hastily. It was getting dark. A glance upward at the darkening sky brought a shiver to the Gargoyle's spine. A shudder that reached all the way down to touch the hand of his nephew, who looked up at him in confusion.

"Uncle...?"

Vicktor brought himself out of his thoughts and slipped those absinthe stained gems downward, smiling as he squeezed the boy's hand in reassurance.

"Not to worry, Mikhail... Uncle will find a suitable place."

Mikhail smiled upward and shook his head as he waved the pamphlet back and forth at his side. Actually, Vicktor didn't think the boy would ever let it go... Not in this lifetime. There was just something about the child and volcanoes that struck him as odd. Was there some connection? Did the child.... No. It couldn't be possible, and as he offered the boy a pat on the head that seemed to comfort his fears, he pulled him onward. Back toward the airport and the hotel that sat just across the street. It would work... for now. Besides, once they'd exited the lobby, Vicktor had gotten this feeling that something or someone familliar-{Li Song}- was watching him... And really... he was concerned.

Once they'd crossed the slight distance from their drop-off point to the hotel, he ushered the child inside and followed silently at a position where he could watch for danger from every possible angle. He'd not be harmed. Not if the Czech had anything to do with it. Right hand dropped to rest against the boy's shoulder, and lightly steered him toward the counter.

Words and monies exchanged and he'd procured for them a rather expensive suite on one of the upper floors. Nodding to the bellman who took their luggage, he followed with Mikhail right on his heels. Elevator. He frowned. He'd have rather taken the stairs, but... he didn't wish to draw unwanted attention. After all... he could almost smell the magic in the air here.

No, he'd not draw attention. Not now anyway. After all...

There was plenty of time for that later.

Isolde · Greek Sapphire

Lost in time is what it seemed like as Isolde stood there hanging over the balcony she wasn't sure exactly when she had ventured out but it seemed she had and now she was trying to muster up the courage to pull away from her fantasy world to face up with the harsh reality of life set out before her. So much time had come and gone and still the earth spun and new faces sprang fourth it didn't matter how old she got, nothing really seemed to change. Yes new inventions and so on were brought forward but the violence still lingered in the air it didn't matter in which generation she lived through it was all a endless journey in the end.

So why did she continue? Because despite what the growing population did the land it's self was beautiful. Mother nature always seemed to come out on top no matter the cruelties rot upon her. If she could do it then so could Isolde, she would fight for the land and in doing so gain a greater perceptive for life or so she hoped. So far it seemed a lonely existence even with Li Song here. The reason it seems so absolute was due to the fact that she hadn't found any others of her and Song's kind. So often she had questioned her own beliefs to whether others existed still and in finding Song it had reinforced that hope but then after speaking with song who hadn't seen any others Isolde had started to loose faith. If she never seen another of her kind then at least she had Li Song, the woman had brought about a new joy to the blonde's life.

Speak of the devil, she turned and gave the Asian woman who seemed to appear out of thin air a look that spoke curiosity. Exactly how long had she been there? Some time it seemed, Isolde had felt her presence but her mind had been lost in her own visions that lie in that secret world of hers that she had paid the woman no mind til now. However Li Song seemed to want a audience with her so she was pulled fourth from the chamber of her mind to the current time. A tilt of her head had locks of blonde spilling over a pale cheek, cerulean blues searched until they met the blacks of her eyes and once the eye contact was established she allowed a soft smile to curve her lips.

A nod was followed as well as a hand waving her over. Head turned just as the balcony doors opened which again had Isolde looking down on to the street. Warm fingers were felt along her shoulder due to the lack of material, she had picked out a simple white strap less dress which flowed down halting above the ankles. Upon her feet were a pair of scandals which were crossed when she allowed her frame to press more against the railing. Clearly she was a woman still lost in the planes of her home land. At times it still got to her the despair of having left Greece ,but as long as she still held a bit of it to her then all seemed bearable.Head lowered to brush her cheek along the hand of her friend Song before she brought it back up and replaced her hand to the other woman's instead.

Something below them seemed to catch Song's eyes so out of concern she looked down to try and locate the object of question. It didn't take long before eyes came to rest upon a very familiar male. One she didn't know personally but one she had seen one to many times during the duration of history.How sad that she had forgotten about him but oh so exhilerating at the same time that here he was yet again. A boy was with him and she knew right away that it wasn't his, their kind didn't have children with mortals. So it seemed a mystery to why he would be out about and with a boy. Perhaps he was following them?, it seemed to much of a coincidence for him to appear to where ever they resided.

Intense was her gaze as she watched the two enter a cab and then to her utter disbelief the cab rounded a corner and brought the two passengers over to the front of their hotel. The question of their luggage went completely unanswered for a few minutes as she continued to stare but the trance was finally broken when Li Song took to wrapping a arm around Isolde's shoulders. A blink before she turned to lift her chin giving her eyes to her friend once more.

I'm sorry Song, something below had caught my attention.
As far as the luggage goes I am going to go down to the front desk to inquire about it.

The manual comment had a small laugh escaping her and with a turn in the woman's arm she brought both hands up to gently cup Song's cheeks. Gaze was held to the Asian's for a brief second before lips then found Song's forehead in a quick kiss.

Take a shower or something and relax silly girl while I go check on something alright?.

She didn't bother waiting for a answer as she brushed by the woman, a wink was spared over her shoulder when hand met the door. .

I mean it Li Song, relax.. I know the word isn't in your usual vocabulary but neither less try it.

And then door was brought to a click behind her as she stepped out in to the hall way and just as she was preparing to turn a sound had her looking back to see both Vicktor and the human child entering into the room right across from her's. A bell hop was helping the two with some luggage but happened to catch sight of her so he excused himself from the two and make quick haste to come to a stance before her. Tone of his voice a little to high indicating that he had just recently hit puberty or he was cursed with some unknown virus. It was hard to really know these days, he cleared his voice which had Isolde meeting his gaze with her own.

Yes? she asked

I said is there anything I can help you with Miss Da Roche?.

Oh, well I was going to go down to the front desk to ask about our luggage but if you will do so for me instead I would appreciate it.

Of course!, right away Ma'am . I just need to finish with the gentle man there and his nephew and then I will be right with you.

The man pointed over toward Vicktor and the boy once more and Isolde just nodded and took to standing there not really caring if either of the party took notice of her. Because now her curiously was perked and the whole unraveling the mystery just getting started. Hands folded behind her as she waited and watched the two if only she could find a way to touch something of theirs that would help her *see* something. The television in the room behind her went on suddenly the volume rather loud and the moment the words crept out Isolde had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. T.v today had a unique way of exaggerating the truth when it came to their kind. Darn cartoon, she could hear Song's curse a clear sign of her displeasure .

Then something was mumbled about the Gargoyle cartoon that was clearly not suitiable for the ears of children. Isolde looked up for a moment taking the time to ask for patience of some unseen force before she clicked nails along the door and headed away allowing herself to drift down the hall.

-- Edited by Isolde at 14:00, 2008-09-06

Vicktor · Prague Emerald

Steering his charge into the room, he ignored the overpowering scent that drifted from the room adjacent. Ignored it because it was so familiar. So... inviting. Vicktor chewed on his lower lip as he surveyed the interior of the suite from outside of the door and nodded. It was suitable and would suffice until he could aquire the appropriate lodgings that living required. A few bills were produced and passed to the doorman whose attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere, and with it... his own.

She stood there at the doorway, watching him and the small boy he'd taken as his own. The line between his eyes dipped downward as brows furrowed, studying her. He'd seen her before. Isolde. He frowned and thought back, digging deeply into the volumes upon volumes of memories that he'd stored over his ancient life. He dug until he found exactly what it was he was seeking. Smiling, he recalled a certain string of events that had catapaulted him into a rather hurried meeting of the Greek Gargoyle. Vicktor chuckled and tipped his head in greeting before turning and ushering the bouncing child into the room. However, just before the door clicked home, that rather expletive curse shot across the narrow hallway and dug into sensitve ears like a hot iron. Growl. The sound produced from somewhere deep inside the Czechnian sounded much like a heavy rock slide. Scraping and thundering as the stone rolled... slid against one another. He peeked his head around the door.

"Tell your companion to mind her tongue."

It was all that he'd say to his former companion. She had probably forgotten him and it chafed him a bit. Cursed with a rather vivid memory, he could retain even the smallest details of history, but the others... He'd only met another like himself since coming to the States. Another ancient creature who mimicked his abilities. Sighing, he shrugged and was shaken out of his private thoughts as Mikhail tugged on his hand, pointing to the large flat screen television. Nodding, he let the boy have free reign as he began to search the room. Sniffing and listening for anything that should not be there. Perhaps he should have called Mason? Lower lip was pulled between those perfect teeth as he collapsed onto the leather sofa that seemed to take up most of the room in the living area. Yeah, he'd get Mason down here. He grinned wickedly. And someone else in particular. Tomorrow he'd make the call, he thought as he let loose with a large yawn. But for now...

RIght hand dug into trouser pockets until the cell phone was found and slipped out. Hitting a button, the small LCD blazed to life and he pressed another, searching for the number required. Once found, he tapped the 'talk' key and waited patiently as the line buzzed on the other end. One, two, three... he lifted his left hand, curling fingers so that he could inspect the condition of his nails. ...four, five, six... He sighed and let that same hand fall to his lap, resigning himself to the fact that Sherele probably was out and about at this time of night. However, just as he began to remove the device from his ear, he heard a snarly female voice on the other end.

"Language, Sherele." He grinned.

"You know you will forgive me... you always do."

After a brief, but vivid discussion on the sensibilites of a lady and how she could speak, he shrugged and chuckled lightly. It was no use trying to insert some sense of decency into that one. Besides, someone that looked like she did really had no use for politeness. Of course, it was just one of the many things that drew Vicktor to Sherele... and vice-versa.

"I need you to pack your bags and gather a few things for me. Why? Because you're coming to Hawaii." He groaned and rubbed his temple in a circular motion.

"No, it's not a vacation, you twit. It's a change of location. I need you here, that's why and it's not up for discussion!"

Mikhail, who'd seemed wrapped in some sort of animated television program about Gargoyles, suddenly jumped and stared at his uncle. He knew that once Uncle Vick had said that, that whoever was on the other end of the line had no choice to obey. There was just... something about him that made people act funny around him. Not that he was scared of him, but... it just confused the young mind. He stared at him for a long while as the cartoon images flickered on the screen in front of him and after a bit, he shrugged and went back to his show.

Vicktor sighed and rubbed his temple harder. Why in hell do they always argue with him? Did he really treat them that badly? He didn't think so. In fact, he thought that they were treated much better than fair! So why... Why oh-why did they always have to debate every damn thing he asked them to do? Even Sherele, who was more or less like a damn puppy than the pit bull she tried to be, found it necessary to argue. Sighing, he shook his head and spoke one last thing into the phone before switching it off to toss aside.

"Mason is coming with you."

With that done, he flopped down on his side... kicking off his shoes. He needed to rest. He stared at the television and cursed silently as the rather... skewed vision of some animator's idea of his kindred played into his eyes. Stupid humans. Yawning again, he let his eyes close and settled in for a nap.

Mason Graves · Frozen Paradox

As he rode quietly in the backseat of the cab, Mason stared blankly through the greasy glass that served as the window for the vehicle. What the hell was he doing here? He sighed and shook his head. Vicktor knew exactly what was going on with him, but for some reason he felt it necessary to drag him halfway across the damn world for an assignment. Ah well... He shrugged. ...Maybe it was just his way of helping him deal with that particular problem. Yeah, that had to be it. Get him away for a few weeks... Away from the office. Away from his usual routine. Away from her. Lower lip was caught between twin rows of ivories in quiet contemplation as the taxi slowed to a rolling stop, brakes screeching loudly. Sighing, he shifted and produced the appropriate payment for the ride and exited the vehicle, watching it drive off into the distance. Christ. He slipped a hand over his bare scalp and turned, staring upward at the monstrosity of a building that he was to live in while he was here. "Well, at least I'll be comfortable..."

The process of his signing in had taken longer than he expected and after a short but what he was sure was unpleasent conversation between the manager and his employer, they had taken considerable pains to get him settled in his suite. Grinning, Mason reclined into the large leather sofa with a bottle of Jack Daniels tucked neatly between his legs, a freshly poured glass in his right hand. Well, he'd give Vicktor one thing... the man knew how to live, that was for damn sure and as he took another slug of the whiskey, he let his mind drift. Back to that night when his world just fuckin'... fell apart for the fourth time in all of his twenty six years. After that... it became a blur as he tried his best to drink himself into a complete state of paralysis and when he woke up the next morning with the empty bottle broken into shards and the expensive television in ruins, he smiled. "Well, I must've had fun last night."

After a long and needed bath, Mason attired himself in yet another dark coloured designer suit that cost more than his life was worth. Studying himself in the body-length mirror that sat in the bedroom, he sighed and ran a hand over his chest, wincing as a sharp pain lanced through him.

"Fuck..." He whispered and leaned forward, resting his head on the wall until the pain passed.

***

"You heard me, ya' g'damn skinny bastahd. I'm here ta' see Vicktor, so if ya' don't move ya' ass, I'll move it for ya'!"

"But Mr. Graves, Vicktor doesn't let anyone up without his approval..."

Mason held up a single index finger and ticked it from side to side, silencing anything that was about to come spewing out of the manager's lips. Why in the hell did they think he was here? He didn't pay for the room he was stayin' in, and he sure as hell didn't pay for the fuckin' television that he busted up last night, so why did they even bother to argue with him? Irritating fucks, the lot of 'em! Teeth ground as those hauntingly dark eyes focused on the middle-aged man dressed like he should be in "The Nutcracker", instead of behind a desk.

"You heard what I said, boy! Now get Vicktor's ass on the phone and I'm sure he'll tell ya' what I just told ya'!" And once he does, he's gonna' be pissed to no end. He left that little part unspoken and as he turned away, he heard the phone pick up. Grin.

"I'm sorry Mr. Graves, Vicktor is out at the moment and isn't expected..."

"Well fuck!" He shouted, cutting off the man for a second time as he began to pace the lobby. Where the hell was Vicktor at anyway? It's not like he had anywhere to be on these fuckin' islands! Growling, he shifted an icy glare to the manager twice before he let his anger seep away, replacing it with contempt for his employer. Sneer. He stopped pacing and re-directed his steps to take him back toward the desk. Leaning forward, he planted both hands along the edging and leaned forward so there'd be no way he'd miss what he had to say.

"You tell Vicktor that if he want's to talk to me, he can come and hunt me th' fuck down, alright?"

-- Edited by Mason Graves at 00:07, 2008-09-22

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

Aurora was feeling less than she normally did. Outward appearances wouldn't give away what was within the marble incased in steel walls of her mind. She looked as always; impeccable. The tops of her polished to a shine Jimmy Choos, the blazer over a black silk corset, and a wool designer shirt completing the attire. The colors simple, white and black. A slim briefcase in hand made of fine Italian leather with her name monogrammed on a golden label. Within the confines of that leather were papers. Much needed papers if she was to start this business venture she and her Brother wanted. More, her than her brother.

Though; Aurora at times failed to give her brother proper credit on such brilliance. To broaden the world to their wines, why not open a gourmet French restaurant? At times he had strokes of genius. Honestly he was more than just a womanizer. Bronze colored steel doors closed as she rode the elevator down. She was going to the bank to buy a piece of land that she had seen. Gilding over the city had proved useful one night. Mentally she felt Evie at all times. Even if the girl was slightly enjoying her trip to England, there was a deep heartache for Marcus. A pain so strong it could topple buildings. Aurora eased her with other things. The bond between them was so ever strong. Marcus was so much a part of Evie that it was hard to sooth the woman at times.

Staring at her carnival distorted reflection in the bronze coated doors she thought of such bonds. The ones that surpassed time and space. The connection she shared with her brother. Slowly was breaking. It pained her more than ever to know he had the Ulfric as a charge. Not that Caine would ever treat the man as one. Not unless the Ulfric shared Caine's bed. Which seemed high unlikely to happen. Free hand rose to press cool fingers to her temple as she rode from the very top floors. They couldn't live in this hotel for ever. They needed a place of their own. A sky rise, where she could freely take to the air. A place where Caine could destroy when jealous women came in and shifted forms. That thought brought Aurora into the present. The doors chiming letting her know she had reached the lobby.

The sounds of a man screaming, boiling in anger drew her hematite eyes to him. The thought of Caine's recent conquest. The shape-shifter, or lukoi as the legends called them. This friend of Evie's Loke. An angry smile started to curl at Aurora's lips. That woman would need to be paid a visit. Damaging the room Aurora cared nothing about. The mere fact she punched her brother was a matter all on its own.

The screaming again, and then the man started to turn away to head out. A brow rose watching the scene. The man turned back, leaned into the manager's face and whispered something that Aurora easily picked up. "You tell Vicktor that if he want's to talk to me, he can come and hunt me th' fuck down, alright?"

The name Vicktor didn't ring any bells with her, and she personally didn't care who the man was. She'd find out sooner or later. Sharp sounds of her heels upon the flooring of the hotel lobby. One hand instantly reaching out to catch the man's shoulder.

"Don't talk to him in such a manner. He is simply doing his job, whether you like it or not."

The words were laced with her accent. A sensual sound. The french making even the harshest of phrases and words sound like romance.

"Come with me."

Mason Graves · Frozen Paradox

He'd had just about enough of being pushed around and when the manager of this... he glanced around and shook his head. ...hotel started to give him shit all over again, Mason slammed a fist hard on the countertop. Midnights narrowed and he fought the urge to just... strangle the fucker then and there. Either that or shoot him and knowing himself? He'd opt for the second choice. Didn't need anymore nightmares chasing him down and you never really knew what skeletons people kept tucked away in their closets. Sniffing, he put both hands down flat against the surface of the raised structure and stared violence at the glorified bell-hop.

"Just do what I said, boy and we'll all get along jus' fine..."

Turning, he began to step way from the reception area until a hand found his shoulder, causing him to go rigidly still. Eyes slanted to the right and he let loose with the human equivelant to a growl. She touched him. Such a bad move and when he finally shook himself out from beneath her hand, he spun quickly and gave her the good ol' evil-eye. Twitch. He shivered and eyes flicked from her hand to his shoulder over and over again, fighting against the urge to try and wipe away whatever memories she'd left impritned into the cloth of his coat. Yeah, he'd have to throw this one away. Head tilted downward and eyes closed for a second or two as he tried to regain a bit of composure so as not to just... throw a g'damn hissy right here in front of the comers and goers of the hotel. That'd be bad. Especially since Vicktor was stayin' here and he'd made it perfectly clear that he was workin' for the old hard ass. Sigh. He was screwed both ways.

"What makes ya' think I'll be goin' any damn place with you, huh?"

He gave her the once-over and had to admit, even if he didn't want to, that she was damn sure easy on the eyes. Those umbrals followed curve and sweep of her body and with a shrug, he folded his arms across his chest... careful not to brush against the area she'd fouled with her touch. He had learned to control that odd little talent of his with Vicktor's help, but... there were some things that just... brought it out into the open, and he really didn't want to take the chance that she was one of those somethings. He chewed on his cheek for a moment or two and gave a sidelong glance to the manager who had since gone back to... whatever in hell his job was, before he'd look right on back at the strange woman who'd seen fit to paw at him.

"I don't know ya' from Eve, woman an' if you think I'm gonna' be just..." He swept his hand in an arc. "...carousin' with somebody that I don't know, then..." He grinned. "...ya' G'damn right about me."

Vicktor · Prague Emerald

"Language Mason..."

He'd stepped off the elevator just as a rather peculiar scented female approached his subbordiate. Lucky for Mr. Graves that he'd missed the earlier conversation he'd had with the manager of the hotel. Of course, knowing Mr. Townshend... He'd get an earfull later on. He glanced at the older gentleman behind the desk as he approached the center of the lobby where Mason and... whoever she was happened to be standing. A frown blossomed on his lips as Townshend shook his head and averted his eyes. Well, that confirmed it. A low rumble thundered deep in his abdomen and he threw the manager an apologetic look. Nearing the two, he slowed his carefully directed steps until he came to a halt just outside of their... personal space.

A glance to the female.

"Introduce me to your friend?" It wasn't a question.

Mason Graves · Frozen Paradox

Well, if it wasn't the man himself.

Mason half-turned and gave Vicktor a cursory nod as he stepped off the elevator. Did he choose to ignore the little comment about his language? Sure. Why the hell not? Besides, it was that bastard's fault that he was in such a foul ass mood, so let him just... absorb all that colorful language and deal with it. After all, it wasn't like he had anything important going on before he was snatched out of his own life and redeposited halfway around the damn globe. Not like there was anything he had to attend to. Nah, not Mason. Riight.

Sighing, he turned himself around so that he stood perfectly adjacent to both the strange female and his boss. Loosely termed, that. Vicktor was more of a... money train than his employer. Keep feedin' him the cash, and he'd keep touchin' things to see what sort of creepy crawlies he could see. Of course, Mason did have rules and boundries as to what and who he would touch, and Vicktor had found out the hard way just what those boundries were. Buisness end of a gun-like. So no, the old monster wasn't really his boss, just the lifeline that kept the Telemetric in the lifestyle to which he'd become accustomed. Still... that life line was getting considerably shorter due to the fact of his... unwanted relocation. Hell, if it was up to Mason, he'd snip the damn thing then and there. However, there was always a 'but' floating around somewhere and this one was about as big as a damn Cessna.

"Don't know her, Vick."

He chocked up a grin when good ol' Vicktor let his mask slip into a quick glimmer of surprise before sliding it back into place. There ya go. Score one for the home team.

"Besides, I think you need to be answerin' th' damn questions, boss man..."

Eyes narrowed.

"...not me."