Rex Regum of the Abstrahimus Leones Lunae Lucem
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Post by Rex Regum on Nov 7, 2015 8:49:21 GMT
It was all he could do to not show he anger that was boiling over inside to Tibs. He didn’t want the man to think ill of the Abstract because of his personal issue. He would have to see the pompous ass that was his brother even if just to send him out of the city. There were several reasons Samuel should have chosen another time to be here. Hiero was furious but credit where credit was due he held his composure. It had to be the first time where someone was allowed to anger him and blood wasn’t spilled. Of the two ends of his being head and heart his heart always won and his heart was bruised. He knew it was foolish expecting Samuel to meet him willingly. Samuel had stolen the love of his life turning her into the embodiment of what he hated about being a lycanthrope.
While he would always love his brother it was a hurt that he couldn’t turn a blind eye towards. He told himself that he was not a vengeful man. He convinced the world that despite his position and all the blood that had paved the way that he was not a monster. When he looked in the mirror he knew he that wasn’t the truth. He was a monster. He was vengeful. There was so much enmity against the world in him that he feared himself. He feared allowing his grasp to slip. If he did one day there would be no world left to save.
Telling his driver where they were heading he allowed his thoughts to turn as dark as they wished. Slipping in his ear buds and starting a playlist he watched New Orleans drift by as they made their way to the restaurant that Tibs had suggested. It was busier than he expected. As such he was forced to take a seat against the far wall away from either door. The crowds press created the effect of a wall of bodies between him and any exit. It was a sure way to wind up dead normally. He was however a ghost amongst the crowd gathered. No one knew exactly where he was or what he was up to. It had the added security benefit that none of the he was sure many enemies waiting on him to slip up could find him.
Despite the sourness of his mood he had to admit the bread smelled divine. The food looked good. The music was lively. The energy of the place was infectious. It placed him in a strange mood torn between hell and less hell. Ordering a chicken Po’ Boy he was surprised that it came with a slaw that looked like it should be a meal all its own and a bottle of Cocodrie. It was a beer he hadn’t asked for and brand he’d never partaken of. As he was preparing a polite rebuff the waitress responded ‘You look llike you could use it. Friend of mine loved it and its about as seasonal as anything gets down dis way. À votre santé.’ Smiling a thanks he raised his bottle taking a good belt. It was good, cold, and packed a decent punch for a beer.
He dug into his meal and ordered another plus one more round for the house. It was his small way of paying it forward.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 8, 2015 22:06:08 GMT
Monica reveled in his touch and frowned when the phone rang. When he answered and started talking to someone he called Mouse Monicas head tilted. Watching his aura flash dangerous and then cautious but then back to calm after the decline of meeting. She knew she shouldnt ask and wouldn't The detective in her had to be quelled she was to hungry to tired and to nervous to dig. Taking his arm and heading to the car and once in it firing off a text to some one home and then all her focus was on him.
Once they pulled up at the restaurant she slid out once he opened the door for her.. shed stopped trying to fight him on that. Takingh his arm she walked in with him and for some reason her aura and his combined managed to lessen the press of people.Normally they wouldn't get to far from the door but there was only two tables left open one was near a man who caught her eye.
He had long dreads and was of a beautiful complexion. That's not what caught her it was the large golden regal lion shaped aura haloing his body. It sat vigilant while he ate and turned to look at her. She went still because something about it felt incredibly strong and familiar?
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Nov 8, 2015 22:59:57 GMT
He could tell that she’d read him during the call. Though it wasn’t an active read more of a casual observance it scared him and made him happy all at once. It scared him as he prided himself on being a closed book to most anyone. It made him happy as he had let her in without gumming up the works somehow. He had opened to her and accepted her in his life. In the same token his lovely detective had accepted him in hers. She was willing to allow him to be as he was and know that she was what mattered to him. When they returned home he would show her more of his world at least the parts that truly mattered.
They chose to drive instead of walk the press of people would make it difficult for their security detail but he didn’t mind them having to work for a living. He wasn’t surprised when they walked in that the Bakery was packed to the rafters. He could feel the nervousness of their team. Even with the overwhelming feel of Sleuth about the place he knew they were as safe as they could be here in Gates city. They were in a protected class, tourists. So he knew for the larger part they would be unmolested save if the local Rex decided to make himself known. The press of Sleuth scent and sheer mass of people made it unlikely for their scent to stand out enough to attract any of the other locals on purpose. However there was a hint of the familiar in the air. It was almost the scent of his Pride and it placed him far more at ease than he knew he had a right to be.
It wasn’t until they were being guided to their table threading through the crowd that he was smacked in the face by the scent the feel of another lion. Not just any lion but a superior Rex level lion. A Rex level lion that shouldn’t have been anywhere near them. He almost stopped in his tracks he tensed but credit where credit was due he managed to keep his mouth closed and continue moving. He should have known that Mouse wouldn’t let a simple rebuff stop him from his goal. He was a stubborn boy and even moreso as an adult. Samuel merely hoped he would keep his composure as they were guests of this city and he was in the company of Monica. Without meaning to he placed his body between her and Mouse shielding her. He knew his brother wouldn’t hurt a woman but Samuel felt protective of her all the same. Sitting there was a man as dangerous as death itself and as hotheaded as the very embodiment of rage.
He met his eyes slowly and almost imperceptibly shaking his head no Samuel pulled out Monicas chair there was no other seating available so he would have to make the most of it without causing a scene. Once she sat he slid her chair in leaning down to bring his mouth closer to her ear. He whispered “Please forgive what you may see. I promise we will talk later. “
Hiding his anger he smiled at tightlipped at Mouse. “Hieronymous, I see the city is winning you over I hope your visit goes well.” He said as he sat. It would have been rude to not great him as even as a guest of the city he was still a Rex. Decorum dictated that Samuel address him first. He hoped his play would assuage the ever present rage in him enough to have him be on his better behavior. It wasn’t until the server brought over two bottles of Cocodrie saying it was are of the gentleman at the next table that’s Samuel knew his younger brother was up to his old tricks. He knew he would drink himself into a rage and someone would end at best hurt at worse someone would be waking up dead.
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Rex Regum of the Abstrahimus Leones Lunae Lucem
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Post by Rex Regum on Nov 9, 2015 2:41:46 GMT
Hiero was well into his third round when his senses shot towards the door. He watched the flow of the crowd with senses that only the preternatural would understand. His smile brightened as the woman came into view. She was a near spitting image of Cortney the leopard queen who’d almost broke his heart. Luckily he’d suddenly had to be elsewhere or forced into a role he was at the time unprepared for. Oh but a magic couple they would have been the Rex of the San Diego Pride and the Nimir of the Pard. He could only imagine how quickly Cingualan would have attempted to throw a monkey wrench in their relationship. All the same they would forever have karaoke at Gin Coaw.
Every bit of happiness drained out of him as less than a second after spotting the woman following the host. Mel was on her arm scanning the crowd his eye initially danced over Hiero before coming back settling on him with a negative shake of his head. He settled into the table to Hiero’s right as that was the only table open. He stifled the roar that threatened though just barely. He hid his small almost gaffe behind taking another swig of his beer and signaling the waitress another round for the house. If he was going to drink then so would anyone and everyone in his cipher. After all officially he was here to co-opt one of the local breweries into the 3C consortium.
His swig became a sip as he considered how best to convince his elder brother to vacate the premises, the city, and maybe even the continent. All without seriously hurting anything but the feelings and emotions he kept locked up tighter than the devils anus. Then his moment presented itself Mel greeted him as if they were old acquaintances. It sat his teeth on edge, if not for the contacts he wore te smile he wore would show itself for what it was.
Standing he moved from his table joining theirs. Sitting unasked he relaxed or seemed to at least in the chair between the two of them. “ Dear I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I am this ones younger brother Hieronymous, Hiero to my friends.” He said offering his hand while ignoring his brother. He wasn’t drunk but he played it up for Samuel’s benefit. He knew his brother frowned on shows of loss of decorum. Any impropriety set him as close to raging as he could become. Sparing an errant glance he looked over his shoulder back at his brother. Smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 9, 2015 3:29:09 GMT
Samuel was behaving very strangely and it seemed to be this lions fault. They looked so similar the more she stared and then when she was seated the whisper in her ear had her brow raised. Ok so they were both lions and that could be a problem but something else was said before she could process the first thing and she about choked..brother? Samuel had barely ever mentioned family and now here he was in the very tall very handsome very dangerous flesh.
She was about to say something not sure what but then the man came and sat between her and her date and began to ask questions. She blinked and couldn't help the laugh that bubbled free. Shaking his hand " Monica Davis "
Not mentioning the detective thing because at current she was off duty and she didn't know how hed take that information just yet. Sipping the beer and peeking back and forth between them. Deep in her darkest of hearts something about this had her panting, she had the one and knew he was incredible in bed and it made her wonder. Shed never do it really but a girl could fantasize right? Oh she blushed roots to toe tips and looked any where but at them till she could get her self under control. Baseball, incredible hulks green naked rear, anything till she finally raised her gaze and smiled pleasantly.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Nov 9, 2015 3:59:17 GMT
Samuel choked back the anger that threatened to steal his reason. He knew that his brother while the definition of an alley cat was one built on loyalty. He knew that he would never tempt what he seemed to be offering. He knew that he was attempting get through to Samuel but why was the question. It made the more rational portion of his brain fire on all cylinders. He was up to something and if Samuel didn’t know better he didn’t want him around to witness whatever it was. That like nothing else made him angry. Why would he seek to hide anything from Samuel. He had to know that for everything that had transpired that everything Samuel had done was all for the betterment of him. His faults aside he was sure that Hiero had to know that at the very least.
If not for his understanding of the who was at his table he very well might fall for his brothers ploy. In the name of what he had with Monica he restrained his naturally protective territorial nature. Though even as he didn’t voice or show any outward betrayal his aura flared to life his beast pushing at the border that separated man from beast. It was not as reserved as Samuel. It saw the young Rex that was his brother attempting to poach what was his. It saw the younger lion as a rival for Monica’s affection and it didn’t have nor would it have used any words to explain its feelings.
Samuel smoothed his tie adjusting the way it laid. Before speaking he adjusted his cufflinks as well. “Hieronymous, you never fail in surprising. I am glad to see you brother. Monica this less than indirect man is my brother Hieronymous. He normally hails from Chicago.” Forcing his hands still he rested them in his lap as he crossed one leg over the other. It was a casual pose but a pose all the same. He was holding himself as tightly and more than ever. He was sure that Monica would catch his apparent anxiety even as no outward sign made itself known. He didn’t want to worry her. While Mouse was dangerous on many levels he was sure that in the moment she was safe.
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Rex Regum of the Abstrahimus Leones Lunae Lucem
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Post by Rex Regum on Nov 9, 2015 4:32:45 GMT
He felt Samuel’s beast stir and he smiled brighter. His ploy was working. Samuel felt very protective over this Monica and if he had to Hiero would exploit that. Two rex and near rex lions going at it was never a small thing. He hoped things would get physical just not yet. He didn’t want to hurt Monica just get Samuel’s goat. He could cow him he was sure in the end but Samuel was a strong man and an even stronger lion. Hiero needed him out of New Orleans and as far from the young Rex as possible. The old ways of doing things was something he didn’t want poisoning the future. And he knew Samuel was of the old guard. Behind his businessman’s veneer was a barely hidden predator in all things.
Smiling and pushing the seldom known of aura of animal magnetism towards Monica he went on as if Samuel was not in fact part of the conversation. “Yes I am the younger brother and hail from Chicago these days but there are few corners of the states I have not visited. Or don’t frequent infrequently. In fact last time I was in New York I was at ‘Per Se’ on Sixtieth. You know the place don’t you? You seem positively radiant I’m sure it’s a place you would be a regular patron.” Daring more he reached across the table resting his hand on hers a second allowing her to feel his warmth. Before withdrawing his hand as if he hadn’t moved. Ye she was minimizing Samuel and while it angered and harmed a part of his humanity he knew it was necessary. He would protect what he was building at all cost.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 9, 2015 5:05:57 GMT
She watched the auras and while Hieros rolled and flirted Samuel's was caged anger. She could tell this was an on going thing between them and while it was temporarily fun to entertain the thought of test driving the younger she knew her heart and mind. Her brain said she was needed and he heart hurt a bit for the man she often referred to as hers. So when the over confident male took her hand in an attempt to box Samuel out she looked him in the eye patted his hand and removed her own." Yes Ive been the Samuel always makes sure I have the best, that is when we actually manage to leave the house."
Giving Samuel the smile that was only for him and well and clear about where it came from" Do you think the sandwiches will take much longer? you still have to take me shopping before tonight"
This was done now for a moment ignoring Heiro like he wasn't there. Then looking back to him" So how long are you in town for I'm here for my convention and Samuel thought it would be best if he escorted me down "
She was saying in no uncertain terms that she was here with him and he was with her and they had plans to stay for a while so he could take it how ever he pleased.Also if he was smart he would know what convention she meant and what that meant about her.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Nov 9, 2015 6:13:06 GMT
Samuel all but burst a gut laughing at her rebuke of his younger brother. He flexed his fingers re-centering himself and hid his laughter with a cough. It was a first that he had been even incidentally protected by anyone save the man he was making social war against. Or more specifically who was making social war against him.
“ So you see brother plans are already in motion that will keep us in New Orleans for the next half week at least. In that time I promise to be on our best behavior as we are merely here about our own business not yours.” What he didn’t assay and what was heavily hinted was that their business had nothing to do with him. While that was true it could be completely false as well as Samuel had no idea what Mouse was doing in the big easy. Last he heard Chicago’s master was throwing a party for the city and making it a local holiday. This was a surprise to say the least.
Samuel kept his calm and reserve by dint of her strength alone. While there were a hundred conversations they needed to have this was not one of them. “Monica dear while the Po’ Boy is the recognized meal most tourist would go for can I suggest the Muffeleta I is the freshest thing on the menu and a local favorite.”
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Rex Regum of the Abstrahimus Leones Lunae Lucem
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Post by Rex Regum on Nov 9, 2015 22:05:52 GMT
Hiero smile brightened. He had never known Samuel to allow anyone aside from his man Abel in. Yet the young lady he was with now was not only in she was a cop. An attractive cop but a cop all the same. One who worked with or was RPIT no less. He raised his brow at the notion that Samuel was not playing her. It was just the sort of thing he would and had done previously. Building an alibi for future misdeeds. That was the sort of gambit he’d run and yet the anger wafting off him spoke differently. He cared for her in a way he wouldn’t if she was just an asset.
So he wouldn’t bite. He would play the composed lordly honorable man for her. Fine. It wasn’t the first time Hiero had to play the bad guy. He loved his brother but he knew what actual evil he could get up to. The subtle route wouldn’t work it was time for a direct frontal attack. He would take anything less than a request as an affront. So be it an order it would be. “I doubt that your time together will allow it but I have to instruct you to not go near the locals. At all.” He knew the ground he tread was unsafe. He knew that doing this would add another hurt to their already strained relationship. For the greater good he would take that burden on himself. “If you do I swear there will be bad blood between us and I know where the bodies are buried. Don’t force my hand by disobeying me.”
Standing he looked towards Monica once more. ”Please don’t let our family business ruin your time. I do hope your visit remains pleasant and you both enjoy your time here.” Signaling the waitress he instructed her to place their meal and anything else they wanted on his bill. Moving away from the table before he gave himself license to escalate things physically. Yes a good portion of him wanted to do just that. But not for any one thing more a combination of all that had happened between them. Well that and the fact he would dare ruin Hiero’s happiness while attempting to have his own. It dared his patience like nothing else and for that he needed to put space between them.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 9, 2015 23:34:20 GMT
She contemplated the muffaletta then decided "how bout half ofveach type im sure they'd do that."
She compramised because her mouth was fixed for seafood not that the other thing didnt sound good but craving was craving. When Hiero gave his order the hood chic that hid in her had her neck bout to roll and her brow cocked like who is he talking to like he crazy?
Samuel would handle it how he needed to but he'd just pissed her off. They had no reasons to see thr local rex but now she wanted to and had good reason for it. Her case.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Nov 9, 2015 23:51:28 GMT
Samuel rose out of his seat far too quickly for a non-preternatural. Consequences be damned he was not part of Mouses Pride. Mouse was not the Rex here. Samuel’s pride would not stand for the disrespect inherent in his brother’s orders. Barring his path Samuel spoke forcefully his voice quiet with the pain of death. “Never. Never presume to order me brother. I have no reason to speak with the Rex here nor would I until you ordered me.” The rest he left to die on his tongue. He was seeing red and part of him knew it was part of Mouse’s plan. He wanted Samuel to get so angry he would make a misstep somehow. He never expected his brother to be thought out enough to make plans. This was a new facet that Samuel would have been proud to see him finally beginning to come around save that he was using his new found guile against Samuel.
Samuel was loathed to but he allowed him to leave. He knew if he didn’t that whatever Hiero was planning would escalate. Samuel wanted nothing more than to throttle some sense into him. He held his tongue waiting on his brother to leave. He sat meeting Monica’s eyes he knew there was a conversation they needed to have and one he wasn’t sure that it would go well. “Please forgive him. He is obviously far more stressed than he should be. And half of each sounds like a great idea. They have a crawdaddy Muffelata with shrimp and crab meat.”
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 11, 2015 23:11:10 GMT
Monica smiled she ordered that and leaned in smoothing the frown lines on his forhead. The detective in her wanted to grill him like a tiger prawn. The woman in her realized he was waiting to be kicked or pushed away for this.
The whose got the bigger stick contest was something she was used to at work. Looking him in the eye" only asking this once and will drop it after. Does what is written all over your aura right now that you'd prefer i dont dig into have any chance of getting me killed, suspended slash fired, or loosing my very deep and open trust of you? Will it effect how we relate in any major way? Because if not then who cares and we can move on. If so tell me which of the above it falls under and why and we will work it out after we go home ok?"
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Nov 11, 2015 23:37:18 GMT
Samuel watched as she considered the display more in what wasn’t said than what was shown. It was much the same way he had come to understand the world at large though for differing aims. She saw the world as she did due her need, want, and compunction to make it better. He learned to view the world as such due to the need to never be a victim. To never be weak again ever. It was the underlying modus to everything he did. It was a very real reason why love tended to not sit well with him. He had to be just strong enough to show his soft underbelly. He had failed at that one test in one form or another time and again. It was one of the reasons he both loved and occasionally hated his brother. Mouse had no need to be stronger than he was and seemed to relish in allowing others who could very well end him in one way or another in close enough to do that. He opened up easily.
Accepting her caress he had a choice complete honesty now or lose her forever. For the first time he chose someone other than himself. He chose her. “Potentially all of the above. It requires trusts and secrets as well as personal pains I hold locked away so deeply that they in the wrong hands could break me and potential shatter many bonds and alliances across the greater United States."
There it was out at least the first part. The detailed readers digest version was another matter entirely. “It could jeopardize your job as it would place knowledge in your hands that could make your job so much easier and yet would also have most of your cases you solved thrown out of court at best and you fired at worse. Your life because the secrets therein many would kill to have more would murder wantonly to protect. Our relationship as I trust you with my life and would die willingly to protect yours. Like most lycanthropes we are loathe to lie but unlike most we are the single most intractable about the trusts we give and loyalties we keep. It seems to be hardwired into the flavor of fur we have. Its why many don’t allow anyone in and why others die so quickly.”
As their order came he quieted and waited. He unwittingly made biggest show of trust a lycanthrope of his strength and rank could without meaning to. He allowed her to dole out what was his portion of their meal. It was a small thing most wouldn’t notice but one his lion did. If she had been observant of their past meals he shared or served her never allowing her to do. This was the first time and his beastly aura responded to the show of trust by settling around the two of them accepting her into its embrace.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 12, 2015 4:48:35 GMT
Taking in all he said and it was as bad as she thought but instead of backing off like most would she doubled down and nodded" Ok then one problem at a time and it can wait till we get home"
She made sure he got the we in that food came and she waited for a beat since normally he was in control at dinner but since he let her have the lead she felt it to her heart and blinked at him then the warmth of him enveloped her and she smiled cutting him half the muffuletta and po boy placing it on his plate the other halfs on hers then pushing round the chips and pickles and slaw. He was being so brave with her and she would never for get it. Hed exposed his throat and probably half expected to get it ripped but she would kiss it instead and use this to strengthen them.
Good and bad was shades of grey not black and white to her and as long as her grey was more a silver than a forged steel she figured it would all work out. Besides it benefited her some what to know what was coming and have a lion at her side. The king of all cats.
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