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 Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 10:34 am
Something in him seemed to break then, and his anger melted away to become sadness. "If only you knew, boy. If only you knew." He said brokenly, and slunk out of the kitchen, only allowing himself to let a tear flow when he was out of the feline's sight.
He went back to his guns, which he'd left, and quickly checked to see that everything was there, and that no-one had made off with his property while he pulled himself together.
His stomach made an ugly noise at him, but he ignored it, only wincing a bit as he determined that everything was till there, and went to go someplace quieter.
A tall well-built fox watched him as he came back to his guns and collected them. He just hung back and watched at first, but when the interesting look creature left, he got up to follow him, keeping a few paces behind. When the guy sat down again, Paulie approached him, smiling and trying to seem nonchalant with his hands in his pockets.
"Nice arsenal you've got there," he chuckled.
He looked up at the other male, and smiled, saying "Yeah....?" Then a little more directly, eyes like a snake's "Whatsit to ya?"
Unlike the orange haired feline, he was wary of this one. He exuded a kind of power, despite how jovial he seemed, and there was the sense that maybe he was dealing with someone of his own calibre. "Russian military issue. Nothing special, if you know were to look."
He laughed. "I know where to look." He gestured to the seat next to the other guy. "Mind if I take a seat and have a look?" He was curious. There weren't too many people walking around here armed to the hilt. He himself had a weapon, more than one in fact. But they weren't visible.
At that, he indulged in a little laugh, and passed him one the proper way, offering him the handle. "You do, don't you? I know a gun man when I see one." He gave a little, smiling as he looked down at the one he had been engaged in cleaning - resuming his duty as though he'd never stopped.
"What I don't know is why a gun man with your reputation should come knock-knocking on my proverbial doorstep. Is it business, or pleasure?" He said, and looked at him again, the smile that was on his lips clearly not followed by his eyes. His eyes were... not scared exactly, but wary - like a large cat in a corner.
He murmured his thanks and sat down, taking the gun. He looked it over, pulled out the clip, examined the entire thing then handed it back with a satisfied nod. "Its a nice gun."
At the other's next statement, he sat back, putting an arm on the back of the couch as he tilted his head at him, considering the question for a moment. "Neither, really. Curiosity, mostly."
"Were you a cat, I could make some kind of horrible joke. But you're not, so let this suffice - this is neutral ground. You know it and I know it. Were it not, things might be different. But as it is, I can't see any reason for us not to be aquaintances. On neutral ground, of course. It's okay - I'm content with what's mine." He said, eyes dancing with mischief. "That being said, I have a few ideas as to who you might be. My Spokespuppet has had a few meetings with you, but I'm afraid I'm not really one for appearances."
He smirked a bit, at the cat comment, and at that the male thought he knew who he was. His curiosity was spiked even more. He wasn't your typical mob lord, he played it low key and kept behind the scenes.
"Oh? Do you? Enlighten me~"
He smiled even wider, showing canines. "I wasn't sure, but I am now. About a month ago, there was a bit of a skirmish at your border. While I wasn't involved - or more like I wasn't informed until later, my spokespuppet came to you to patch things over. Do you perhaps remember an older looking man, typically swarthy, with long dark hair and ice blue eyes? He was Russain, spoke not a lick of proper english. I've been looking to replace him - heads roll downhill though, and i don't want to ruin the flowerbeds." he explained, eyes still sparkling in something like cold ammusement. "Heads DID roll, let me assure you - but they were much farther down the hill."
"Ahh, right. I remember." He snorted a bit, shaking his head. "Its a good thing one of my right hand men is multilingual and knows Russian. I couldn't understand a damn thing he was saying." He tipped his hat back so his face was more visible. "Flower beds be damned, over here, that man is useless."
"That's true. But it isn't so much whether he should be there, but who shouldn't be there. He's loyal, if nothing else. I'll take loyalty before some mutinous swine who's brain wouldn't be nearly as big as his ambition. He's smart - he just needs to learn some english." He said, and nervously fiddled with his pantleg. "Besides - he doesn't make the decisions. I do. He's just there to be a meat shield if anyone gets any ideas. Only him and my former body gaurd know that I'm pulling the strings. And you...." He trailed off, thinking that maybe this whole thing wasn't going as well as he'd thought.
Usually he would have gotten the other person to give up and leave, but this one... he was stubborn. He stuck with it. Granted, he hadn't exactly been working on chasing him away exactly... and why was that? This man could kill him if he so chose. Neutral ground or not, it was a possibility. He could do the same, but he hadn't. So what was there more to say or do? And why was he suddenly thinking of the other man like.. a freind? He couldn't be a freind. Once they parted, that was it, and he knew it, but there was a certain connection growing... The choice to sever it was still his.
He shrugged, his hat falling back into place. It wasn't his place to tell the other man how to run his organization. Hell, he had two hot heads running things for himself. He knew though, that Jun and Ryu, as temperamental as they could be, they wouldn't make a decision without his say so, and if they couldn't get in touch with him, they could be counted on to make the right choice anyway.
"You might want to have him work on that, then," he murmured. "Other people won't be as... forgiving of his, and by extension your, perceived disrespect. I wouldn't send a guy that could only speak English to the guys in Chinatown if you know what I'm saying."
He looked at the ground, and tried to seem nonchalant, but his body betrayed him as he shuddered and made a small 'erk' noise, cringing with the pain of the action. He lifted up his shirt to wipe the bllod from his lips, and blushed heavily with shame.
"Sorry. I guess I just don't know alot about management. I've always been a soldier - not the General. I know thousands of ways to kill a person, but no way to deal with all of this." He waved a hand for emphasis, and grimaced from the pain.
Paulie tilted his head at him, looking a bit curious at the cough. He knew the temperament of mob lords though--you didn't ask personal questions.
"Oh? Is that so?" He turned his attention back to the conversation where it was best kept. "From what I hear, your people have been doing better since you took over."
"So did Stalin's troops. They're afraid to death of me - that's all. I make a point to make examples of those who fail me and the Family." He answered, grateful that he hadn't had to explain himself about his illness agan. It got old.
He thought for a moment, and then looked back at the other man, smiling. "That, and I've a bit more going on. No need to worry yourself about that though - you probably shouldn't get involved."
"Mm, I suppose." He sat back, head tilted to one side as he studied the other male some more. He'd had no intentions to get involved with the other's business. Especially not if it wasn't going to benefit his business. "I wasn't planning on it."
For a few moments, he really had nothing to say. It seemed as though all avenues of conversation had been exhausted.
Truth be told, he was a little dissapointed. It wasn't as though he'd been expecting some kind of sleepover-esque sharing of secrets, but he would still have liked to conspire with someone a little.
He shook his head suddenly, and muttered."Goddamnit - what were you thinking...?" before pulling his hair out of his eyes and looking down at his guns.
"Pick one." he said to the other male. "Someone from the crowd - someone random that no-one will miss."
Paulie didn't seem to mind the silence. His favourite man in his family was the silent brooding type. He was used to it. He just sat back and waited for the other to talk. Its not like he had anything better to do right now.
"Hm?" His trained gaze scanned the room. "To shoot? You can't shoot anyone here."
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 10:41 am
 He looked at the other man in a dangerous, and slightly crazed manner. "No - of course not - that wouldn't be fun at all. What I'm suggesting is a game of chance. Involuntary Russian Roulette. Voluntary if I can find someone crazy enough."
He smiled. "Me and a freind used to play this all the time. Neither of us ever really lost. He moved, and I moved on - but neither of us lost."
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