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nextgenerationmarvel2013-07-04 03:46 pm
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Should Have Seen This Coming... (open)
Her loft was somewhat quiet. There had been some business here and there since her return from the rehabilitation center, but it was not enough to make her happy (no matter how big the check was she got). Sitting at her work desk, Alisa was quietly tapping away on her PC, her legs pushed closely together, and her back straight as she worked.
Those red on black eyes of hers were very focused on the computer screen, taking no note if anyone knocked at her front door or even opened it. She needed to focus on something. She needed to take her mind off her physical and mental pain from nearly getting blown to bits... as well as her failure to get Sebastian Shaw to release Stephanie from the duties of the Hellfire Club.
Those red on black eyes of hers were very focused on the computer screen, taking no note if anyone knocked at her front door or even opened it. She needed to focus on something. She needed to take her mind off her physical and mental pain from nearly getting blown to bits... as well as her failure to get Sebastian Shaw to release Stephanie from the duties of the Hellfire Club.
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He draws himself, perhaps softening a bit. "Alisa, you are mine. You don't suffer consequences unless I wish it so.
And rest assured, I have no intention of fighting the Guilds, least of all openly." He looks off into the middle distance. "Not when I can have them expend resources against one another..." He looks at Alisa. "I was planning to offer a spot on the Inner Circle to whichever Guild can prove themselves most deserving."
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"One o' de Guild Members I one-up'ed long ago is talkin' about retribution against your Grandpere. A heist or some sorta sabotage to his Hellfire Guards, as some o' dem are in fact Guild Enforcers." Her own face softened a bit, perhaps showing some worry to Alistaire. It was rare she looked at him in such a way. "I did make an attempt to talik'em down, but he's a hot head an' an asshole. He believes de new Hellfire changes may be bad for Guild business an' dat dey'll continue to remain less den pawns for your Grandpere. De man's mentality is dat Sebastian Shaw is de new Candra, usin' all guild groups as toys for a game. while it might be true, he's no Candra, an' he ain' pittin' Guilds up against one an' other for mindless entertainment."
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Alistaire finally sits, giving Alisa's words their due consideration. The Hellfire Club isn't ready for war, and he'd really rather not deplete both Guilds more than necessary in the first place. Still, insurrection cannot be tolerated.
"Of course it's a game. Shaws don't see the world as anything else, but one to be won.
Would you be able to go to the Guild leaders with your concerns? A rabble-rouser can't be any more beloved by them than by you in particular."
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There was a small grin forming on her face as she slipped her legs off of her desk, her "blade" making a thump as it hit the ground.
"I will go over his head an' speak to de leaders. I don' want a needless war over sumt'ing as stupid as a pissin' contest. I also, well... I am on your side. If I must I will forsake de Guilds for your family, if it protects de Shaw name."
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"Alisa, do not think of yourself as expendable. That's not for you to decide, and certainly not now. Too much is already in play." He turns around, looking out the window at the city. "Don't put your neck out too far. Contact the guild leaders remotely."
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"So... 'ow 'ave you been, Boss. Haven' seen much o' you around lately. Physical t'reapy goin' well?" She playfully ran one of her hands through his hair. "we don' get to talk all "normal" like much dese days. Kinda miss it."
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"It's slow torture, and embarrassing. I may have to finance the retirement of the staff involved. I don't like the idea of them gossiping about the condition they've seen me in."
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"It's not difficult to see past the prosthetic. I know you. I know what you are. This--" He gestures to her prosthetic. "--is just so much aesthetics, not identity."
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Alisa saw him tense up, and then stopped stroking his hair or even placing her lips on his forehead for a second time.
"M'sorry, Boss. I didn' mean to make you tense up like dat. I jus' ... been kinda lonel- oh nevermind. Do you want some bourbon? I mean... if you ain' takin' any pain medication dat is. Last t'ing we need is for you to mix de two!"