Post by Donzig on Jun 7, 2021 13:49:44 GMT -5
Takaru Matsui took a deep breath as he stepped into the small dimly lit tavern not far from the raging coast of Canada. He shook his head, a hand lifting to push back his black hair as he shrugged off his coat to drape it across his arm.He was dressed in a fine designer suit, solid back with a black tie his hair was loose. He had worked hard for such things, for the finer things. He appreciated them, and he enjoyed life. Once he had thought the man he was meeting did as well, but now he knew better. Donzig no longer enjoyed life, he only enjoyed destruction and Chaos.
He scanned the room slowly, he was not expecting trouble but one did not dwell long in darkness by being careless. He walked across the room silently, nodding to the bartender before he saw the silent figure of Sinclair. He motioned for her to lead the way, she dipped her head with a slight smile. She swept through the room like she owned it, and he had always liked that about her. Sinclair Godfrey was a creature who knew herself, she knew what she was and who she waso. She belonged to herself, yet she had given herself over to the service of the man who had given that to her. She was Donzig's left hand, and he knew that made her not to be trusted. He frowned as she opened a door, and motioned him inside. But he was not afraid, he had faced things as dangerous as the self-proclaimed Hand of Doom.
The small private room was dimly lit, and Donzig sat at a table. There was a plate of food before him, but it didn't look touched. His masked face turned to stare at Takeru, and he said nothing. But he saw the black gloved hand on the table twitch, a finger tapping against the wood. Donzig thought he controlled his emotions, but it was not hard for someone who knew him to tell his ever changing moods. And he was annoyed Takeru noted as he paused a few feet from the table as he tilted his head, he passed his coat off to Sinclair who stood behind him before he spoke. 'Ah, if you wish to speak with me than look at me with your own eyes. I do not have to address your mask, Donzig.'
Donzig hissed, and slowly lifted his gloved hand to sink his fingers into the eye sockets before he pulled the mask off. He sat it on the table, still within easy reach as his fingers slid across the metal before he reached up to smooth his wild beard. His lips pressed into a grim line, and those dark cold eyes glittered as they met Takeru's gaze. His fingers tapped slowly against the mask, and he used the other hand to wave at the chair. 'Takaru, it has been too long. Sit.'
'I will stand. I know better than to let my guard down around you, especially when you are--' Takaru Matsui paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he flipped his hair back. Shrugging as he reached up to adjust his tie, and gestured. '--agitated.'
'Of course, I am agitated! I am calling in a favor, and you make me bargain with you.' Donzig snapped, and his hand slid from the mask as he pointed a crooked finger at his would be ally. His voice a low growl, and he waved a hand vaguely. 'Me!'
'As I recall, you always liked to bargain. To twist such things to your advantage, to find the space between words, to ensure you got what was yours.' A shrug. 'How was that you used to say? A pound of flesh?'
Donzig snorted, clearly amused by that as he leaned back in his chair. And slowly steepled his hands before him, thinking for a long moment. Then he nodded, and his hands fell to his sides. 'Then I will call in my favor. NPW is having a trios event, I need someone to watch my back. Someone I can trust, someone I can depend on.'
Takeru sniffed, and he gave a laugh. 'You have so many enemies already? That you need me to keep you safe from them?'
Donzig's cheek twitched, and his fingers curled into a fist as he nearly rose to his feet. But he took a deep breath, exhaling before he drummed his knuckles against the table. A shrug of his shoulders, and he glanced at Sinclair. 'Takaru, everyone is my enemy. Sign the contract, win a few matches with me, get some gold. And we're done. We don't need to be friends.'
'The problem is that I don't trust you.' Takaru stepped closer, and he planted his hands on the table as he leaned closer. His dark eyes locked on Donzig's, and he shivered as he always did as he felt the cold anger behind that empty stare. There was the monster, there was the darkness that he dreaded. He had once joked in better days that sometimes Donzig would give you such a cold hate filled look that you knew he could destroy you with no remorse. They had all laughed, but where were they now? How many of them had Donzig dealt with. But he would not show weakness, he would not show fear to this man. 'I know who are you, I know what you are, and do not think I will forget that you are the Scourge.'
Donzig smiled, and his lips parted with a low peal of laughter. And Donzig sat back, rolling his shoulders. 'Good. Sinclair will have NPW contact you, Takaru.'
He scanned the room slowly, he was not expecting trouble but one did not dwell long in darkness by being careless. He walked across the room silently, nodding to the bartender before he saw the silent figure of Sinclair. He motioned for her to lead the way, she dipped her head with a slight smile. She swept through the room like she owned it, and he had always liked that about her. Sinclair Godfrey was a creature who knew herself, she knew what she was and who she waso. She belonged to herself, yet she had given herself over to the service of the man who had given that to her. She was Donzig's left hand, and he knew that made her not to be trusted. He frowned as she opened a door, and motioned him inside. But he was not afraid, he had faced things as dangerous as the self-proclaimed Hand of Doom.
The small private room was dimly lit, and Donzig sat at a table. There was a plate of food before him, but it didn't look touched. His masked face turned to stare at Takeru, and he said nothing. But he saw the black gloved hand on the table twitch, a finger tapping against the wood. Donzig thought he controlled his emotions, but it was not hard for someone who knew him to tell his ever changing moods. And he was annoyed Takeru noted as he paused a few feet from the table as he tilted his head, he passed his coat off to Sinclair who stood behind him before he spoke. 'Ah, if you wish to speak with me than look at me with your own eyes. I do not have to address your mask, Donzig.'
Donzig hissed, and slowly lifted his gloved hand to sink his fingers into the eye sockets before he pulled the mask off. He sat it on the table, still within easy reach as his fingers slid across the metal before he reached up to smooth his wild beard. His lips pressed into a grim line, and those dark cold eyes glittered as they met Takeru's gaze. His fingers tapped slowly against the mask, and he used the other hand to wave at the chair. 'Takaru, it has been too long. Sit.'
'I will stand. I know better than to let my guard down around you, especially when you are--' Takaru Matsui paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he flipped his hair back. Shrugging as he reached up to adjust his tie, and gestured. '--agitated.'
'Of course, I am agitated! I am calling in a favor, and you make me bargain with you.' Donzig snapped, and his hand slid from the mask as he pointed a crooked finger at his would be ally. His voice a low growl, and he waved a hand vaguely. 'Me!'
'As I recall, you always liked to bargain. To twist such things to your advantage, to find the space between words, to ensure you got what was yours.' A shrug. 'How was that you used to say? A pound of flesh?'
Donzig snorted, clearly amused by that as he leaned back in his chair. And slowly steepled his hands before him, thinking for a long moment. Then he nodded, and his hands fell to his sides. 'Then I will call in my favor. NPW is having a trios event, I need someone to watch my back. Someone I can trust, someone I can depend on.'
Takeru sniffed, and he gave a laugh. 'You have so many enemies already? That you need me to keep you safe from them?'
Donzig's cheek twitched, and his fingers curled into a fist as he nearly rose to his feet. But he took a deep breath, exhaling before he drummed his knuckles against the table. A shrug of his shoulders, and he glanced at Sinclair. 'Takaru, everyone is my enemy. Sign the contract, win a few matches with me, get some gold. And we're done. We don't need to be friends.'
'The problem is that I don't trust you.' Takaru stepped closer, and he planted his hands on the table as he leaned closer. His dark eyes locked on Donzig's, and he shivered as he always did as he felt the cold anger behind that empty stare. There was the monster, there was the darkness that he dreaded. He had once joked in better days that sometimes Donzig would give you such a cold hate filled look that you knew he could destroy you with no remorse. They had all laughed, but where were they now? How many of them had Donzig dealt with. But he would not show weakness, he would not show fear to this man. 'I know who are you, I know what you are, and do not think I will forget that you are the Scourge.'
Donzig smiled, and his lips parted with a low peal of laughter. And Donzig sat back, rolling his shoulders. 'Good. Sinclair will have NPW contact you, Takaru.'
