Steps are slow and plodding as he digs out keys to Flora?s Finery with a slight yawn. He really wanted to just stay at the apartment and finish off his Johnny Walker Red. But he had other things to get done...like inventory sheets. With practiced caution he pauses to look around the market as he unlocks the protective gating. Despite the chill, the Mogul wore an Hawaiian print shirt and Bermuda shorts with flip-flops. If he didn?t hear someone it was mostly likely due to the sheer volume of his shirt. Store unlocked, he reaches inside the door to turn on the front lights. One final look around at the near empty market Race makes his way inside feeling like he?s watched.
A lone magmatic eye watches from close by with a sneer at the stench of the Mogul. The stench of someone she hadn't smelt for a while. It was in passing, a lot of the time. She thought she had smelt it before - but no. No one was there, just the crowd and its endless stench. For a second, she found herself smiling... The teleportation to the front door of the Flora was within a blink, and it made little noise. She watched the loud-shirted one, too under-dressed for this time of year, reach into the shop to turn on the lights. Little noise is made to announce her presence behind him. She simply wiggled her gauntlet claws within the air, itching for a reason to run each of the ten blades through his back, and hide the body. Wasn't he dead? Or missing? Surely this has to be someone else.
The faint sensation of hairs rising from the back of his neck made him go still feeling a faint rustle of wind at his back. Unsure if it is the wind or something else he coughs and steps forward feigning obliviousness though he glanced at the windows hoping to use them like a mirror. Lips purse in thought as he considers what to do now that he?s been cast from the Corps.
As he stepped forward, so did she. But she did not stop with a single footstep. She took several and collided with Race's back, pushing him violently into his own shop. Her strength was supernatural, but she hardly made it like she could toss him across the room. It was just enough to make him stumble, maybe even take a single step forward. What she wanted was to close them into his own shop, as the shutter he opened slammed shut behind them.
Training took over as he felt the push. The Mogul? upper half went forward and down into a shoulder roll so he could twist and come up on his feet facing her. Eyes widen seeing Renna before narrowing as he remains in a balanced stance giving him the option to charge or flee depending on the next move. "Not even in town a week and you come to hit on me," he says in a thin lipped smile keeping his right hand back in a closed fist. His left hand rests out of sight by his stance.
Renna's eye glanced down at that fist of his. She was searching for that familiar glow. It went back to his face. She did not speak, which was odd for Renna. But she did hear him. Although, being deaf, it was a wonder how she managed to do that. It might of had something to do with the telepathic crystal she acquired from Arthour. Not that Race would know that, or her disadvantages. She smirks a touch, and glanced about the shop. The telepathic crystal forcing her words into his mind. I hoped you were dead. Seems I have been disappointed. However, it looks like I have a reason to...
She glanced to her left wrist, and pulled back her cardigans sleeve. The rose tattoo there was flickering between white rose petals, and blacker Thoughts. ~Seems like I am uncertain.~ She took a step forward, ~How nice to see you, Race. Not within a mind, of course.~
"Well you know I love to disappoint. Now I know you didn?t come here just to catch up on old times and fuck with me. What do you want?" Making her get to the point might not have been the best choice, but he met her eyes without fear, even held his normal confidence. The telepathy in close proximity was a new development, but with the likes of the Betrayer he wouldn't assume anything.
Renna stared at him, and moved to inspect his shop. ~To think we're so close! With the key in hand, I take it you own this place? Such an irony... Actually... I'll skip the playing around.~ She scowled at him. ~What I want? I don't know. Tell me what you can offer and I might not consider doing something you might regret.~
He thought over her words a couple times. She would do something he would regret? "How about you leave and I won't make a fool out of you like I have every other time we have fought. Or, you're still alive because I stopped Isuelt form ending your worthless existence. Or you have all ready violated my dreams, not much left to violate after that."
~Why did you stop her, Race?~? Renna smiled then, ~Why bring that up? If anything, I want Isuelt to end me. I want someone to stop me. But that has not happened, has it? People have tried to kill me. To imprison me. But that has not worked, has it, Race? So why bring that up? Why did you stop her?~
? She scoffed a laugh, and indicated Race. ~Please Race. You've battled with me. Do you see wounds upon my person that reflect that? No. You see wounds you don't recognize. What happened to my eye? Why won't I speak to you in my voice? Race, every time we have fought, you may think you make a fool out of me, but the fact is, I make a fool, out of you all. Your notions of defeating me, Race, are idiotic. I still stand. So why don't you attack me, Race. Make a fool of me. In the end, Race, I will still approach you, without a single scratch. Because you don't know HOW, to hurt me.~
She grinned at him. ~And your dreams... Oh how I would violate so much more, Race.~She looked at him with with a slow grinding of her hips while dragging her claw fingers across each other like sharpening knives. ~So. Let us end this battle of words and let us get to the real fun. For old times...~
"I don't really care Renna. You are a puppet who never sees her own strings." He remembered what happened the last time he uttered those words to her, hoping the reaction might be the same. Mean while his hand that remained out of sight slowly twisting a set of knuckles across his fingers, the metal an odd material with an opaque finish. He'd have one shot...because he couldn't afford to lose now. Not after she just raised the pucker factor by ten thousand.
Renna's lips curled. How dare he...Her lips then relaxed, and her eye narrowed. ~It is true. I am a puppet.~ She inclined her head to one side, and then lifted her claw towards him, ~I am strung up by my own fate. I have learnt this recently. I constantly come full circle. I cannot escape my own destiny. I am but a puppet to my desires, and to my own selfishness. I am weak, Imperfect, and I must learn from that.~ The offered claw curled then into a fist, ~Unless you are willing to free me, from my Master?~
"What benefit is there in that for me?" Not really a statement one would expect from the other so-called heroes of Rhydin. Given the circumstances however, Race could skew his moral tilt in the face of self-preservation.
~Why would you want to know that?~ Renna countered. ~What benefit could you gain?~
"Nothing in this universe comes without a price. Good or ill." He might be asking what her price would be for this aid. IN reality, the Mogul was stalling for time.
A lone magmatic eye watches from close by with a sneer at the stench of the Mogul. The stench of someone she hadn't smelt for a while. It was in passing, a lot of the time. She thought she had smelt it before - but no. No one was there, just the crowd and its endless stench. For a second, she found herself smiling... The teleportation to the front door of the Flora was within a blink, and it made little noise. She watched the loud-shirted one, too under-dressed for this time of year, reach into the shop to turn on the lights. Little noise is made to announce her presence behind him. She simply wiggled her gauntlet claws within the air, itching for a reason to run each of the ten blades through his back, and hide the body. Wasn't he dead? Or missing? Surely this has to be someone else.
The faint sensation of hairs rising from the back of his neck made him go still feeling a faint rustle of wind at his back. Unsure if it is the wind or something else he coughs and steps forward feigning obliviousness though he glanced at the windows hoping to use them like a mirror. Lips purse in thought as he considers what to do now that he?s been cast from the Corps.
As he stepped forward, so did she. But she did not stop with a single footstep. She took several and collided with Race's back, pushing him violently into his own shop. Her strength was supernatural, but she hardly made it like she could toss him across the room. It was just enough to make him stumble, maybe even take a single step forward. What she wanted was to close them into his own shop, as the shutter he opened slammed shut behind them.
Training took over as he felt the push. The Mogul? upper half went forward and down into a shoulder roll so he could twist and come up on his feet facing her. Eyes widen seeing Renna before narrowing as he remains in a balanced stance giving him the option to charge or flee depending on the next move. "Not even in town a week and you come to hit on me," he says in a thin lipped smile keeping his right hand back in a closed fist. His left hand rests out of sight by his stance.
Renna's eye glanced down at that fist of his. She was searching for that familiar glow. It went back to his face. She did not speak, which was odd for Renna. But she did hear him. Although, being deaf, it was a wonder how she managed to do that. It might of had something to do with the telepathic crystal she acquired from Arthour. Not that Race would know that, or her disadvantages. She smirks a touch, and glanced about the shop. The telepathic crystal forcing her words into his mind. I hoped you were dead. Seems I have been disappointed. However, it looks like I have a reason to...
She glanced to her left wrist, and pulled back her cardigans sleeve. The rose tattoo there was flickering between white rose petals, and blacker Thoughts. ~Seems like I am uncertain.~ She took a step forward, ~How nice to see you, Race. Not within a mind, of course.~
"Well you know I love to disappoint. Now I know you didn?t come here just to catch up on old times and fuck with me. What do you want?" Making her get to the point might not have been the best choice, but he met her eyes without fear, even held his normal confidence. The telepathy in close proximity was a new development, but with the likes of the Betrayer he wouldn't assume anything.
Renna stared at him, and moved to inspect his shop. ~To think we're so close! With the key in hand, I take it you own this place? Such an irony... Actually... I'll skip the playing around.~ She scowled at him. ~What I want? I don't know. Tell me what you can offer and I might not consider doing something you might regret.~
He thought over her words a couple times. She would do something he would regret? "How about you leave and I won't make a fool out of you like I have every other time we have fought. Or, you're still alive because I stopped Isuelt form ending your worthless existence. Or you have all ready violated my dreams, not much left to violate after that."
~Why did you stop her, Race?~? Renna smiled then, ~Why bring that up? If anything, I want Isuelt to end me. I want someone to stop me. But that has not happened, has it? People have tried to kill me. To imprison me. But that has not worked, has it, Race? So why bring that up? Why did you stop her?~
? She scoffed a laugh, and indicated Race. ~Please Race. You've battled with me. Do you see wounds upon my person that reflect that? No. You see wounds you don't recognize. What happened to my eye? Why won't I speak to you in my voice? Race, every time we have fought, you may think you make a fool out of me, but the fact is, I make a fool, out of you all. Your notions of defeating me, Race, are idiotic. I still stand. So why don't you attack me, Race. Make a fool of me. In the end, Race, I will still approach you, without a single scratch. Because you don't know HOW, to hurt me.~
She grinned at him. ~And your dreams... Oh how I would violate so much more, Race.~She looked at him with with a slow grinding of her hips while dragging her claw fingers across each other like sharpening knives. ~So. Let us end this battle of words and let us get to the real fun. For old times...~
"I don't really care Renna. You are a puppet who never sees her own strings." He remembered what happened the last time he uttered those words to her, hoping the reaction might be the same. Mean while his hand that remained out of sight slowly twisting a set of knuckles across his fingers, the metal an odd material with an opaque finish. He'd have one shot...because he couldn't afford to lose now. Not after she just raised the pucker factor by ten thousand.
Renna's lips curled. How dare he...Her lips then relaxed, and her eye narrowed. ~It is true. I am a puppet.~ She inclined her head to one side, and then lifted her claw towards him, ~I am strung up by my own fate. I have learnt this recently. I constantly come full circle. I cannot escape my own destiny. I am but a puppet to my desires, and to my own selfishness. I am weak, Imperfect, and I must learn from that.~ The offered claw curled then into a fist, ~Unless you are willing to free me, from my Master?~
"What benefit is there in that for me?" Not really a statement one would expect from the other so-called heroes of Rhydin. Given the circumstances however, Race could skew his moral tilt in the face of self-preservation.
~Why would you want to know that?~ Renna countered. ~What benefit could you gain?~
"Nothing in this universe comes without a price. Good or ill." He might be asking what her price would be for this aid. IN reality, the Mogul was stalling for time.