Post by Nyghtingale on Nov 20, 2016 6:32:23 GMT -5
Morgan looked down at the piece of paper she was holding in her hand, squinting her eyes at it trying to decipher the scribblings upon the paper. She muttered under her breath, something about getting Jack some lessons in how to write properly, before folding the paper up and stuffing it inside her pocket. She looked up at the building before her, eyeing the number beside the door and sighed. This was the place, at least as far as she was aware. The address on the paper matched the address of the building before her. She reached up and struck the door several times, knocking loudly to call attention to anybody inside.
Having knocked, she waited upon the doorstep. She tapped her foot slowly, thinking back to the conversation she had had with Jack before this. That there was this singular gentleman Jack knew who could help her with making better, stronger, more powerful gear to help her out along her journeys. Interested, she had asked Jack where she could find this individual, and he had given her the address scribbled upon the piece of paper stuck inside her pocket at this very moment. She had followed the address to New York City (what a cursed awful place this over packed, stinking city was) and to this building. So...now where she stood waiting to see if anybody was going to answer the door.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Nov 20, 2016 15:58:14 GMT -5
When Nathaniel had been contacted by one of his newer associates, his curiosity was piqued. They'd concluded most of their immediate business and his associate had not yet recovered anything new that might have been of interest to him, so naturally he must have had some sort of request. He'd wished to put Gram in contact with a friend of his. Nate had acquiesced and, after conferring mentally with his busy schedule, negotiated a time and location for the desired meeting. The other man would be unable to attend, so the meeting would be solely between Nathaniel and the friend he wished to introduce. Anyways, here he was.
The door to the building opened shortly after Nyght's knock. A young man with neat blonde hair and pale blue eyes greeted her and invited her inside before turning his back and beginning to make his way down the hall of doors toward a tired one of metal showing signs of rust at the end. One who looked closely enough would notice the hall possessed a number of cameras keeping track of those coming and going within but Wrath didn't so much as glance at them as he rifled through the pockets in his worn jeans, searching for something.
"Please close and secure the door behind yourself," He asked without even glancing over his shoulder. It simply wouldn't do to have someone who hadn't received an invitation stumble in. Upon reaching the door he produced an odd looking key to unlock it before holding it open for her. "I am Wrath, though I'm sure he already told you that. We can discuss business in here."
The room that particular door led to was fairly large and comfortably furnished. The walls were bare, with the exception of one that was largely covered with monitors displaying various types of information, one of which showed the security footage for a number of cameras throughout the entire building and the immediate area around it. Wrath would settle into a well worn leather chair situated across from another, propping his feet up on the small table in between to wait.
Post by Nyghtingale on Nov 22, 2016 2:42:34 GMT -5
Nyght moved inside when the door was opened for her and she was invited inside. As instructed, she make sure to pull the door firmly closed behind herself until there was the definitive click of the latch engaging. With that done, she followed the male down the hallway, glancing only once at the row of technology watching their progress down the hallways to an exceptionally strange looking door. She said nothing as the individual produced a key and used it to unlock the strange door, and finally stepped inside the room when invited. Waiting patiently, she waited until the male had closed this door behind them, then taken a seat upon one of two leather chairs facing each other. Assuming that with the male individual having chosen to seat himself it was partially implied she should as well, Nyght moved over to the the second chair and sat herself down upon it. She crossed one ankle over the other and leaned back, gazing upon the young male before her.
"Hmmm...yes as you said Ten has told me a little bit about yourself, Wrath. He also told me you might be able to help me with some things I am looking to have done and possibly acquire."
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Dec 2, 2016 14:17:51 GMT -5
Wrath relaxed in his chair, getting comfortable, his eyes flickering briefly toward one of the ceiling's cameras. He waited a brief moment to let Nyght get settled in, rubbing his chin as he contemplated the discussion ahead, before responding.
“Only good things, I hope,” The young man replied with a small smile. Truth be told, he would probably help her. It was pretty likely. Wrath liked the idea of having someone like Ten in his debt. The mage might be a dangerous psychopath, but he was a decidedly affable one with almost honorable tendencies. Just the sort of individual Wrath might be able to control and he found controlling power to be almost as amusing as wielding his own. “I might be able to help you. It depends on what you need, of course.”
What he didn’t find too particularly amusing was how little he knew about this woman or the man who’d put him in contact with her. Perhaps Nyght would be a bit more of an open book than her friend.
"My last communication with Ten was quite brief but he did get this look in his eyes when he mentioned you. I got the feeling he cares for you quite a bit," Wrath commented casually, tracing the stitching of his chair with one manicured finger. It wasn't completely false, of course, even if it was stretching the truth a bit. "Are you familiar with some of the work I've done for him previously?"
Post by Nyghtingale on Jan 27, 2017 7:23:42 GMT -5
Settled in her chair, she watched the man carefully, her left hand resting upon the armchair while her right reached up slowly. Her fingers curled slowly in to a fist and her chin settled upon the curled fingers, her elbow planted upon the chair and supporting the weight of her head. She nodded slowly as the male spoke, shifting her elbow slightly to accomplish the movement.
"Yes, as far as I am aware he has never spoken anything but highly of you. However, he never really told me exactly what it is you did. Simply that you made things, and that you helped him and made several things for him. He was never exactly specific about what it was you exactly made."
Chin resting upon her curled hand, her thumb and stretched out under her chin and her forefinger up along the side of her cheek as she gazed upon the individual. He seemed to know a bit about her and she found that amusing.
"Yes, Ten and I have a very...special relationship that roots extremely deep. Only time will tell exactly how deeply those roots go, for it seems that Ten likes to keep his secrets so I am of left to guessing at what he is thinking and feeling."
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Jan 27, 2017 12:36:16 GMT -5
"A few odds and ends," The young man remarked, leaning on his right armrest as he eyed the fingernails of that hand as though checking for dirt. If his associate hadn't seen fit to tell her the specifics then it wasn't worth outlining. Some of it was fairly obvious and she'd figure it out on her own, especially once he informed her of his capabilities, if she hadn't already. "Nothing terribly special."
Gram was not a humble man. He was one of the most intelligent beings on Earth and he knew it. But he also didn't like to brag needlessly, especially to those he considered unworthy of the effort. He saw most people as tools to assist his agenda, knowingly or no. There were few he respected and even fewer that he feared. Only time would tell which category Nyght might fall into, but he would provide her with quality work nonetheless.
Considering the casual nature of his probe, Wrath was sure it would be a poor idea to show any reaction. Outwardly, he might as well not have even heard. Inwardly, the young man attempted to process the information. So they were close. Or were they? He found the first thought more amusing than the second, though he wasn't entirely convinced. The two didn't seem related but there were other types of siblings besides biological. If he'd seen the two interact together it might've been easier to guess at their exact relationship, but he hadn't. Oh well.
"He's very secretive," Wrath agreed, looking up from his nails and letting the hand drop. He wanted more information but he didn't want the conversation to move toward Ten. Ideally, as he opened up his posture more and offered tidbits about a mutual acquaintance she would respond more favorably when it came to offering information about herself. A lot of people liked to talk about themselves and some even would without much prompting. However she responded would tell him something about her, though certain responses would tell him more than others. Inwardly, he sighed, wishing there was time for more subtle, effective manipulations. But they would need to get to the point sooner or later.
"I suppose I could someone being attracted to the whole dark and mysterious act but it must get tiring through a more serious relationship," The young man commented, features slightly sympathetic as he rubbed his chin, careful not to look at her as he spoke, instead seeming to glance at the monitors before turning those pale, unblinking orbs back to her. "But that's neither here nor there, I suppose. We should get down to business."
Wrath watched Nyght's face expectantly. She had to get to the point of why she wanted to meet eventually. It was probably safe to assume that she wanted him to build or enhance something for her, like Ten had.