"An Ace On My Sleeve..." [Seb]

[wastelandwheelman]

It was dim inside of the theater, the low voices echoing off the high ceiling. There were not too many furres in the theater, which is what exactly what Issaic Baker had hoped for. The Odyssian sat in the back row by himself, waiting. It wasn’t the movie he was waiting for, but his boss, Abrax Aaron. Issaic had been hearing around that Abrax had been talking to the Foundry in secret. Issaic wanted to confirm if these rumors were true.

The gray-blue hyena-wolf hybrid ran a hand through his charcoal scruff, wondering where Abrax was. Probably got distracted on the way over. Abrax was an odd Odyssian. Why the Council chose that demented feline than him still confounded Issaic. He figured a they thought a fucked-up morale compass was less of a liability than a defective set of lungs…

He resented the Council. He didn’t like Abrax too much, either, but at least they were on the same page on their views about the Council. All the Odyssians were. It was to the point to where they were now keeping secrets to themselves and each other. Even Issaic had something under wraps, a new weapon that surpasses any technology that the Angels or Foundry had, or could even contemplate. He figured now would be a good time to let Abrax have a look at it…

The screen lit up, and a hush fell over the crowd as the movie started.

[abrax]

West Lucent had always been a bit confusing to Abrax Aaron. He felt horribly out of place in the cleaner parts of town; the upkept streets and buildings, the upper-middle class... That and he always managed to get lost when on his own. Go figure.

He had passed the same building perhaps twice now, going for a third. Irritation at his inability to locate a single building and stress from recent Council issued assignments had worn his all ready diminished nerves to little more than ruins. He had been in a less than satisfactory mood upon leaving this morning, and this little complication had just made his day.

The Majestic Theatre was his destination. Should have been easy to find. 'Should have been' turned out to be 'wasn't.'. Abrax's features twisted into a short lived sneer out of frustration. Maybe if he took a right this time instead of left...? No. That wouldn't work. Oh fuck it. He was lost.

He wouldn't care, really, if he were simply out to see a film. Despite going to (or trying to go, rather) the cinema, the feline would not be there for the show. He was a man with a reason- A good reason. A decent one at the very least. His presence had been requested by a fellow Odyssian this fine day, by a Mr. Issaic Baker for what exactly, he was not sure. Something important, one should hope. Abrax didn't quite appreciate his time being wasted more than necessary.

He sure didn't appreciate what a time waster this little journey was. He swore heavily under his breath, something he rarely did. At the moment, he just wanted to see something burn. A lot. Though, as always, he kept a calm composure. If nothing else, he tried to appear as sane as possible, how ever difficult it may be. Fake it 'till you make it.

Dead in his tracks, he looked around for a living map. Desperate times call for desperate measures; he'd ask for directions, as he was getting too fed up with his current predicament. Any one, in truth, would do; he went with the closest one he'd spotted; a magpie with her young son. Bingo.

“Hey!” the Caracal mix darted across the street to the opposing side walk, mercilessly flagging down the pedestrian in the process. “Hey, ma'am?”

The bird jumped in surprise. A crazy, formally dressed hybrid yelling from across the street tended to hold that effect. She turned toward him and took a defensive stance, her bag clutched tightly and her child clinging to her right leg.

“Y-yes?”, she stuttered, most likely fearing for her health, “Uh.. What is it?”

He put on a smile, “Would you mind giving me directions?”, and swallowed his pride, “Where might the Majestic Theatre be?”

“Um, sure,” she made a pointing gesture past him, “It's just down the way there. Fourth on the left.”

“Right. Thank you miss!” Abrax gave an appreciative nodding gesture, “Much obliged!” And with that he was off. Again. Probably scared the mother/son pair half to death. The idea boosted his spirits just a bit. He'd probably be able to keep his act up during his little meeting with Izzy.

He was nearly running down the pavement at this point; he was late, killed him to think so. Almost dissapointed in himself. Abrax stopped at the fourth building on the left side of the street, as the magpie had said, and swore once more to himself, taking care in not letting anyone hear him. There it was. Clear as day. He had probably passed the cinema once today. He felt stupid for missing such an obvious landmark, but put it past him, making haste to actually enter the place.

Snuck past the ticket vendor with success (like hell he would pay for a flick he'd not watch), and into the theatre.A film was all ready playing; hadn't taken notice to what it was. Not that it mattered, probably was a bad picture, judging on the quantity of people here. Eyes searched the theatre for the hyena-wolf hybrid. Wasn't too hard to find. Again- not too many people in the place. Izzy was in the top row, by himself. For the best, probably. Wouldn't want anyone eavesdropping or to disturb anyone.

Abrax made his way to the back of the theatre. With a sigh, he shook himself into his usual over-zealous disposition. A subtle, and somewhat mischievous smirk play upon his features that could call into question, once again, his sanity. Did well to not only his annoyance but also his apprehension.

Izzy Baker had never given any reason to distrust him. Yet he still was a bit apprehensive of meeting with him. Being of a paranoid nature, the hybrid had difficulties putting complete faith in anyone; even fellow Brothers and Sisters. Even his superiors. He didn't know what to expect the outcome of this confrontation to be, and he expected the worst. What that was, he wasn't too sure. Abrax would just have to be prepared for anything, then.

"Terribly sorry for my being late," He said, a false apologetic tone in his voice, "Had some other business to attend to. Took a tad longer than anticipated." Abrax lied. Much to his shame, he'd gotten lost on his way to the theatre. It was not often that he paid a visit to West Lucent. He'd admit nothing; too embarrassing; Too damaging to his superior ego.

“Any who~” he took a seat next to the other Odyssian, taking care to keep his voice at a low volume, “To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you today?”


[ooc: Sorry, first replies/posts are not my forte`.]

EDIT: omygodlongpostwhy?! Resized, all though it's still kind of a page stretcher. D:>

[wastelandwheelman]

Issaic had actually settled back into the generic red theater seat, tossing back the heavy black overcoat he often wore when it was cold out, or when he was carrying a bulky weapon, like a shotgun or a rifle. He wore it just for the hell of it tonight, though. His ears flicked back at the sound of someone entering the theater, a familiar scent wafting into his nose. Shortly after, a familiar figure was sitting beside him.

"Buisness, of course," the hywolf replied. "I have something I want to show you, but first I want you to clarify something for me..." Issaic shifted in his seat, crossing his legs. On screen, some furre with a red bag was looking around nervously in an embassy, the guards eyeing him suspiciously.

"I've been hearing around that you were planning on meeting up with the Foundry. I wanted to know if that was true, and why, if you were." Issaic knew Abrax wasn't exactly the greatest fighter in the world, so if something were to happen, he doubted the feline would make it out of there in one piece. "That's fire you'll be playing with, you know?" He sounded like he cared, but in truth could care less what happened to Abrax.

[abrax]

[OOC: I know this is a lame excuse, but school had messed my schedule up a bit.]

Abrax's eyes settled on the screen, dead ahead. Out of habit, if for nothing else; characteristic stare taking it's place. Abrax gave a slight nod of acknowledgement to Izzy's mention of his reason for calling him here. Neither the mention of business nor this thing the hyena-wolf wanted to show him was very concerning. Unless what Izzy wanted to present to him was a bullet to the face, he wasn't worried.

"Have you now?" His tone was kept flat, uninterested, even. As if the news didn't phase him. Despite the fact that it did, indeed, bother him quite a bit.Though not instructed, he'd kept quiet and his actions hidden, yet somehow word got out. Obviously. e was being watched; probably by Izzy himself, Abrax mused inwardly; bitterly. Though, he didn't dare ask. "Yes, well, you've heard correctly. I have been making regular contact with, and am planning to meet with the Foundry in the very near future." Playing the 'blame game' probably would not have ended favourably, anyway.

Keeping his voice so low and for so long, inadvertently stressing it, had triggered a rather blatant rasp caused from a previous injury. As best as he could without drawing attention from other patrons, Abrax cleared his throat. Vanity won this round, apparently.

"Though not through my own free-will, I'm afraid." The caracal mix saw no need to hide his goal now. Izzy and the rest would find out soon enough anyway. "By order of the Council," he spoke the name with a sigh and a certain subtle disgust found in overburdened grunt workers, "I am to contact and manipulate the Foundry's current leader.. frame the group for attacks on the Hour Glass Guild... something or another."

He jarred his head sharply toward the other Odyssian, tired of staring blankly at the film playing directly in front of him; hadn't even been paying attention.

"Hardly." he said with a huff of amusement, "That's your job, after all."

[wastelandwheelman]

(OOC: Hey, no worries, Seb. Heh, bet you can't guess what movie I referenced here^^)

The hywolf let loose a growl of understandment. So the Council was behind all this little show. The Council seemed to have their fingers in a lot of pies, as a matter of fact. "You there! Red bag, stop right there!" an actor on screen shouted. It seemed like one of those parts in a movie where something exciting was about to happen...

"My job?" he said in a mixture of surprise and agitation. He figured the Aaron would pass the dangerous dirty work to a lower family, but then Issaic let the words sink in. "Wait, are you wanting me to choreograph the attacks?" The hywolf cocked his head, looking back to the screen for a moment. The furre with the red bag had attacked a number of guards, and was now making his way through a hallway.

It seemed oddly convenient that Abrax would put him in charge of attacking the Guild, considering Issaic just got his paws on a nice little cache of IEDs and guns. Not that Issaic had a problem with leading a real assault or anything. He scoffed and reached into his pocket, producing a small holo-disk. "Well, you were good on updating me, so I guess it's alright to show you my little project. But you better take this to your grave," he warned, before pressing a button on the device. A blue holographic gadget hovered just above the disk. It looked like a glove, running up to the elbow, with a circular panel on the palm.

"This little device can produce force fields, currently in the form of a shock wave. It's still in the prototype stage, but I'm pretty close to a final model. When it's done, the user should be able to concentrate the energy into a focused blast or a stable shield. I just need to find a power source that won't burn out after one use." He quickly shut off the device and pocketed the disk.

(OOC: I figure I could explain this a little better, but it's like 3:30 in the morning here...)