A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
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Post by solivagant on Jun 10, 2020 7:53:23 GMT
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The wolves of Cain... an eerie name to compliment the bearers; described to be wolves unlike any others, with their signature inky black coats and luminescent aureate eyes... It all went back to when wars raged and beasts ruled, that the scandalous rumors spread about them. They brandished his title after all, the fabled son of Adam and Eve. The wanderer. The first evil to set foot onto the world. The first man to commit murder. It was just another part of god's punishment that the man and his children, and his children's, children would be cursed to repent wandering the earth as a beast.
Or that was the story that had made it's way around.
With centuries passed, things were a little bit different. Some believed they were myths, while the smart ones feared them.
Having grown up under them, he knew exactly how true the stories were. Deserting his own family at the ripe age of sixteen, Maddox had paved his own way into the world, leading him up to this very moment.
Staring at his phone in the dim light of the speakeasy, a 'pop' from a champagne bottle brought his attention back to reality. The faces of his colleagues cheering as they adulated his new promotion to special agent. He wasn't much of fan of crowds, but for appearances sake he produced a smile to ease their egos. "Congratulations, Cain!" They cheered. "You're gonna do great, make sure you don't forget about us small guys when you crack those big cases, huh?"
Clearing his throat, he loosened the tie around his neck. "You know I've just been promoted right? I hardly doubt my addition will clear up any of these cold cases they're stuck on, but if I can make even the smallest dent, I'll give it try." He smoothed his hand through his hair, while thinking about why exactly he'd been assigned. It's because he could find things out that others couldn't.
But there was no point in thinking about that now...all he could think about was an escape from this moment in time. Feeling for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, he quietly got up while his friends were otherwise occupied and decided to stand outside. He rarely actually smoked, but using it as an escape always seemed to work.
Closing his eyes, he quietly inhaled the air as he listened to the sound of the city.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 10, 2020 9:21:26 GMT
While the sibling pair were often inseparable, there were definitely times in which Rhiannon wasn't stuck with Hywel. Frankly, he was a pain in the ass at times, and despite requiring his so-called 'special talent' to carry out their little time-thievery trick, she wasn't here for that specific reason tonight. One could say she was scouting for a target, but another possibility was that she was just out here having a good time. Sometimes, she enjoyed the anonymity that New York provided her; being with her coworkers and 'friends' was nice, but part of her enjoyment of life was the transience of it all.
It wasn't often that Rhiannon found the time to be dressed to the nines, but here she was, in one of the little speakeasies, decorated to be nostalgic for a different time. In fact, that was probably why she was here too. The place wasn't exactly accurate–too much flair, the decorations too clean and neat to truly be a speakeasy from the 20s, she'd know from experience–but it was still an enjoyable place to get her poison.
The sleek black dress certainly accentuated her figure, as she sat by the bar, holding the lowball glass, swirling the block of ice, with a certain level of disinterest in her expression. It was a nice place, and the bartender was always friendly enough; she'd been here often enough to know the man's name now. She could hear snippets of conversation, from the girls nearby talking about someone's cheating boyfriend, to an awkward first date–the girl certainly wasn't interested in him–to what seemed like a celebration of someone's promotion.
Her eyes flickered to the man in question, and she gave a little smirk. He was easy on the eyes at least, and he walked differently than the others did, with an air of confidence and elegance that few seemed to have. As he left to the smoking area, her eyes followed.
"Did you want a refill on that, miss?" a polite voice asked.
"Not at the moment, but maybe later," she smiled at the young bartender, before taking her purse and heading out after the man, digging a pack of slims from her bag. She stepped outside, before glancing around. A few groups of people huddled around, and she spotted her target.
"Mind if I borrow a light?" she asked, brow raised, a small smile on her face.
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Jun 10, 2020 22:43:40 GMT
Post by solivagant on Jun 10, 2020 22:43:40 GMT
Seemingly lost in sounds of the hustle and bustle of the night, it was not long after that Maddox first heard the feminine voice off to his right side, breaking through his reverie. His eyes blinked open before they raked over her in a quick inspection, brow arched once he'd finished. "I wouldn't recommend it." Although the timbre of his voice sounded like a refusal, he still fished out a lighter from the inside of his jacket pocket to hand to her anyway. "You can keep it if you'd like, I wasn't planning on using it.." His eyes removing themselves from her petite frame to return back to staring onto the streets.
He had expected her to leave after she'd gotten what she wanted, but when she still remained by his side, his eyes fell back to her once more. Curious. She seemed quite content where she was. "Um, pardon me if this comes off rude, but was there something else you needed?" He couldn't think of any other reason than to why she seemed to still be here beside him.
Just by the way she seemed to hold herself, he could surmise that something was different about her. Not to be suspicious of her, but it was literally his job to be cautious of everyone. Until he could find out a little more, she would remain a possible threat.
Even a pretty little thing like her could be something dangerous.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 11, 2020 2:59:48 GMT
Hm, interesting. She took the lighter from his hands–it wasn't even the cheap plastic ones you could get from the corner shop for a dollar or anything. It was a nice one too. Hm, her brow furrowed in thought for a moment, as if wondering what kind of person would just...give out a free lighter like that. Interesting, to say the least.
"Not a regular smoker I'm guessing?" she suggested, bringing the device to her lips, her words mumbled as she quickly lit her own cigarette, taking a long drag, before the smoke left her lips, leaning onto the planters that stood guarding the restaurant next door.
The other man's question made her chuckle. So he was suspicious too, huh? "Way to flatter someone," she scoffed, no offense taken to his words, "but no. It's a good spot to smoke and I'm not with anyone else right now." She gestured towards the other people, all in groups of friends and coworkers. There weren't a lot of individual smokers out here, it seemed.
"Hope you don't mind me staying here, unless you know, some jealous girlfriend's going to come out and start a fight or something. If so, I'd be happy to leave you alone." Her smile was polite, practiced. After all, Rhiannon had spent decades pretending to be but an innocent bystander. This situation was no different.
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Post by solivagant on Jun 11, 2020 7:20:23 GMT
The scent of gentle smoke mixed with the faint scent of alcohol, it wasn't unpleasant, as the lids of his eyes closed quietly in thought, debating on an answer. "Only when I need to." His words were quiet and soft, unlike his appearance. Even beneath his suit, one could tell there was muscle packed under there, and not the useless kind for show. If he wanted to, he could some real damage with that body of his. "Even if I don't smoke regularly, it makes for a good escape." He explained himself, even if he didn't have to.
"Hm," He hummed in acknowledgment. "So you decided to take a chance, and talk with a stranger," He raised his eyebrow up once. "I wouldn't say it's the safest decision for a young woman to do." He pointedly pointed out to her, not to judge her, but more out of concern if anything. Though something in the depths of his gut told him she could probably handle herself. "And, no, it's fine." He shook his head after awhile. "This wall is big enough for two of us, I don't see why we can't share.."
This time an easy smile hooking the corner of his mouth. "Unless I should be worried about a jealous boyfriend coming out and start a fight or something like that." He returned her line. "Dressed as you are, I'm surprised to hear you say you're not with anyone."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 11, 2020 9:44:25 GMT
She understood the escape part well enough; one thing that hadn't changed in a hundred years. Humans were always looking for the same thing–love, death and some kind of high–and there was nothing more certain than that, except maybe death and taxes. A chuckle left her throat as she breathed in the smoke once again, exhaling from her nose.
Actually, she changed her mind. There was definitely one more thing that had been consistent over the years, that men like him would always see her as someone to be protected. Of course, she didn't mind; it was her little charade for decades, a facade she had all but perfected. A smirk appeared on her face appeared, before giving him a shrug.
"You don't need to worry about me," she laughed lightly, "I always carry that extra pepper spray in the bag, you know?" Of course, her little trick was a bit better than pepper spray, but that was for her to know and for everyone else to find out. "A girl's gotta know how to defend herself in this city," she grinned, "though it sounds like you'd do that for me, prince charming."
She glanced forward to the streetlights and the couple of people crossing the street, taking another drag from her cigarette as he spoke. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Sometimes a girl's just gotta feel herself and get away from the usual chaos, you know? I'm not the only one dressed nicely," she eyed him with a smirk, "you're looking pretty fancy yourself, mister."
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Jun 11, 2020 17:34:24 GMT
Post by solivagant on Jun 11, 2020 17:34:24 GMT
Prince charming
He didn't entirely agree, but he didn't say anything to refute her on it. "I suppose I'll take that as a compliment." He said while leaning his head back into the wall behind him. In the past the name had been used to mock him, mostly from those in his family pack. Considered to soft, a Cain was supposed to take what they wanted and damn the consequences. Maddox could never fit into that lifestyle though, his mortality wouldn't allow it.
Watching her continue to puff on her smoke, chuckle eventually escaped him. He couldn't help it when she complimented his attire. "I would hardly consider my work clothes fancy, no, you certainly outshine anyone here tonight." He mused. "I may not have a jealous girlfriend, but I'm sure you made someone jealous tonight."
Keeping up the casual small talk, it was surprisingly natural with her, almost relaxing. He'd never would have thought that having his privacy intruded on, would lead to such an occasion. "So how the cigarette? It smells pretty good from here."
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Jun 11, 2020 17:53:50 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jun 11, 2020 17:53:50 GMT
She shrugged at his words, her eyes eyeing his expression. "I didn't mean it in a rude way, you know," she rested her elbow on her other arm, before taking a last drag of her cigarette, slowly feeling the heat of the ashes nearing her fingers. He was an interesting guy really; most men would take it as an opportunity to flirt, maybe score a lay for the night. He didn't, which made her wonder whether he was truthful about that lack of girlfriend she had pointed out.
"Mm, suit and tie all looks fancy enough if you ask me," she winked, before laughing lightly at his words. Ah, flattery. Of course, she shook her head with amusement as she ashed the last of her cigarette on the side of the wall. "Flattery won't get you anywhere," she teased, her teeth meeting her lower lip in a half smile, before flicking the cigarette to the ground.
"They sell flavoured ones in special shops," she hummed, "they're not as sickly as vape, but they're a nice touch, you know? Kind of prefer tasting grape than ash, I guess."
She turned to him, no longer leaning on the wall. "I never got your name...I think. I'm Rhiannon, nice to meet you."
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Jun 11, 2020 21:38:58 GMT
Post by solivagant on Jun 11, 2020 21:38:58 GMT
So she felt concerned, even if it was only not to sound rude, his lips still twitched into a brief smile. "I know." He chuckled softly. "It's more of me thing, not you. I've just never fully believed it myself, is all." His voice was steady and soft, similar to his gaze. "Maybe double O 7, but I can't say that I'm charming to every female that crosses my path." He mused, lips hooking into a smirk.
Glancing down at his dress attire, he brought his right hand up to hook his fingers between the tie and his neck before wrenching it loose. "I suppose I can't argue that reasoning." He played along with her, seeing as how she played along with him, "and don't you know flattery gets you everywhere if you do it correctly." He mused, seeing as how he had flattered his way out of trouble many a times.
Growing up with con artists taught him a thing or two, whether good or bad. He was quite confident in his ability to play to one's ego. "Mm, I'll have to keep that in mind, though I prefer the regular cigarettes. "There's just something about plain burnt tobacco that's almost soothing."
"And that's because I never gave it you." He smiled finally as she drifted away from the wall to stand in his view. "It's Cain, Maddox Cain." He pushed himself off from the wall to tower over her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rhiannon"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 12, 2020 2:23:18 GMT
She gave him a good look over, a faint smirk still on her face. "Yeah?" she mused, "not gonna say I can tell but you did seem a bit suspicious of me when we first met." She seemed more amused than anything; a man who didn't trust a pretty girl wasn't unusual, but more often than not, it intrigued her enough to play along.
Her smirk turned into a grin. "I suppose it does," she shrugged, "guess you just have to catch it before anything." He did have a point; how many times did she flirt with a man simply to find out something she had yet to know? Here she was, doing the same thing once again. It was always fun, seeing men assume she was heels over heads for them when in fact it was all an act. It had been near forever since she had felt anything near a romantic notion for anyone–frankly she wondered sometimes if she could feel that way at all–but it didn't stop her from figuring how to play that role, and playing it well.
"Maddox Cain," she felt for the words in her mouth, "interesting name. I've never met a Maddox before, at least. You born and raised in New York?"
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Post by solivagant on Jun 12, 2020 7:34:21 GMT
His lips curled up at the corners to form a ghost of smile, his mouth just barely moving. "Again, it's not you, it's just another me thing." Over the years he'd been hunted enough times to know what tricks his family would use to have him gone for good; or rather the members that saw him as an eyesore. His younger half-brother Kohl was certainly at the helm of things in that department, with him out the way his half-brother would unequivocally be able to claim his legitimacy over the leadership role in the Cain pack.
Finding his thoughts back tot he conversation, he hovered near her to stare down at her. "Yes, well, I could say the same about the name, Rhiannon." His irises, like a storm, vast and endless, yet intensely focused. It was no wonder why it was easy to imagine, woman and dangerous men falling to their knees submit to him. Moving around her, he stopped by her side so that he could answer the rest of her question. "I was born in California, but we moved around quite a bit so I raised in several different places." He said. "Now how about we take a walk? I think my legs have fallen asleep standing up against this wall." He chuckled.
The night was still young, so he figured that she would tag along if she wanted too. "Of course if you better plans to attend to, I'm more than happy to part ways with you here, Miss Rhiannon."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 12, 2020 7:52:12 GMT
She chuckled, a raised brow directed to the other man. Oh? Either this man was one of those 'complicated past' kind of characters, or he was going through something. "You know, you can't say that kind of stuff without explaining, right?" she replied in good humor, "what is it? Some evil hag in your past? Did a pretty girl mug you once?" All her poking comments were in good fun, though part of her expected the man to get frustrated. It wasn't that she enjoyed making people angry, but there were moments in which she reveled in poking a sleeping lion with a stick.
Touche. Rhiannon wasn't a common name these days, was it? "What, you've never listened to that one Fleetwood Mac song?" she grinned, "has a pretty great guitar opening, to be honest. According to my brother, it's a song about someone who's being possessed so I mean...hope my parents didn't name me after that. Still a good song though." It was funny because Hywel often grumbled about how they probably wrote the song about her instead of the other way around.
"Not going back to your pals?" she offered, glancing back to the speakeasy bar, "I pinned you as someone who'd come here with other friends." Of course, she knew he was here with others, but her expression betrayed nothing but her oblivion.
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Post by solivagant on Jun 12, 2020 8:32:50 GMT
"Sure I can, I just did after all." He mused, seemingly unfazed by her attempts to poke fun, and perhaps even provoke him. It's not as if it was the first time someone tried to get rise out of him. Especially those of the female kind. "But you could say something along those lines." He answered, leaving it vague and up to her own imagination. "And really? Getting mugged? I hope I don't look as hopeless as you think I am." His eyes holding a teasing shine to them.
Fleetwood Mac, his mothers favorite band. "Can't say I recall." He shrugged, "maybe if you sing it I'll remember the tune." He was returning the favor of all her poking comments. Of course like her, it was all in good fun. He didn't actually expect her to sing anything.As she started to explain some of the details, he just vaguely remembered."Oh, that song. Yeah that would be weird, wouldn't it." He laughed before the sound faded into the night.
Looking over his shoulder towards the speakeasy, he didn't seem all that concerned as he met her eyes in a brief exchange. "It's fine, I'm sure they've forgotten all about me. I'm pretty sure they already knew I'd ditch them at some point tonight."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 12, 2020 9:20:31 GMT
She laughed. "Hey, mugging isn't about how tall and intimidating you are," she shrugged, "the whole point of getting mugged is that you don't notice it, right?" She had done her fair share of stealing when she was young; how else could anyone survive? They were children in a city that didn't care all that much about its immigrants. Living in slums hadn't been easy, but the occasional extra coin had made things better.
There was no way he'd get her to sing, even if she could carry a tune, but it seemed like he could remember it, at least. What could she say? The 70s and 80s had excellent music–some of her favorites were still from that decade. They had been traveling around a lot more back then, she reminisced, and she could remember the trouble they used to get into. "Yeah," she mused, before glancing back to the speakeasy again.
Well she didn't have a reason to stay, and while she had no plans on going home with the man, she was intrigued, and she could play the part of an easy hookup well enough. After all, she was here to scout, wasn't she? Rhiannon wasn't an idiot; there was no reason to scout this guy. Too much work, and he definitely swung her way, so even if they played tricks, it'd be...effort wasted. As much as it seemed like she didn't care about anyone, she'd never put her brother in danger, at least not on purpose.
"Guess you are a ladies man, hm?" she teased, straightening the strap of her clutch, "did you have somewhere you wanted to go, or are you the wandering type?"
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Jun 12, 2020 14:20:04 GMT
Post by solivagant on Jun 12, 2020 14:20:04 GMT
"Hm," He hummed. "I suppose you're right." He agreed as he remember his first time mugging someone. If he recalled correctly he'd nearly gotten the crap beat out of him as a kid on his first attempt. By the second and third attempt, he was starting to get the hang of things, and by the tenth, he'd made fast use of all his mistakes.
Quirking a brow at her. "Only to some, I don't go out of my way to flirt with every woman on the street." He chuckled, or really any for that matter. He was married to his work as his colleagues liked to put it. He had a feeling she already knew that about him though.
"And no, I figured we could just enjoy the night time before we part our separate ways." He mused. "Maybe grab a snack on the way. How does that sound?"
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