Perri Santana (Dec 1, 2010 8:56:13 PM)
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Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 8:56:24 PM)
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Perri Santana (Dec 1, 2010 8:56:53 PM)
(This user is now known as Maksim Vasiliev)

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 8:57:03 PM)
Aswan sat at a table. He wore dark blue jeans with a black t-shirt tucked into them. Over the shirt he wore an open emerald button-down shirt and topped off with a black jacket. His feet covered with black shoes. His black hair forming a fauxhawk. A black messenger bag, carrying his laptop and other essentails, was slung over his left shoulder across his chest, and rested on his right hip. He was watching the room as he sipped his coffee.

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:00:26 PM)
*The crowd wa rather light tonight, it being hump day, and the holiday shopping had started. It woudl fill later but for now, there was, besides Swan, a goth chick with an old dell laptop covered in D&D stickers, a nerdy type with his nose in a physics book, and an old man playing solitaire on his netbook. The soft lighting was relaxing and the door opened with a small ring of the bell, then closed. The barista spoke in low tones and took M's order*

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:02:30 PM)
Aswan was untense, relaxed one might even say. He made note of everyone in the establishment before his eyes fell on the counter. A smirk crossed his face, as he kept alert, yet aloof.

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:03:58 PM)
Thank you. &He smiled at the girl, then took his mug, making his way over. He was dressed as dapper as ever, but his expression was hard as he reached Swan's table* Mr. Swan. Having fun?

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:05:20 PM)
Aswan motioned for him to sit. A smirk on his face, as he took a sip of his drink. His tone was calm, for a change when dealign with Maksim, "I'm doing fantabulious. How are you Maksy?"

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:07:15 PM)
*His left eye twitched at the familiar form of address but he sat, then sipped his coffee* You sound rather full of yourself. I suspect your recent dabbling has soemhtign to do with it? I'd be a fool to look elsewehre.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:08:33 PM)
"My recent what?" Aswan made no indication to knowing anything, "I just happen to be havign a nice day. Sun shining, birds chirping...you know, the good life."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:10:01 PM)
*He eyed Swan a moment* Play coy if you like. And I hope you don't think that will keep me down for long? A drop in the bucket.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:11:24 PM)
"Oh, you mean the money?" Aswan leaned forward, that smirk on his face still, "I was only trying to help you out there. With a charitable donation of that size, your taxes will be cake this year."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:12:12 PM)
NIce of you to be so foddamned thoughtful. *his voice was a low growl* I so hope it amused you.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:13:15 PM)
"It did tickle my fancy, so to speak," his tone light, and calm.

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:16:05 PM)
HOw's your apartment by the way? your manager was most accomodating. Then again, I sign his checks, so...*he shrugged* Maybe I should ask how it feels to play with fire?

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:17:58 PM)
"My apartment is fine. And I'm very well away who you pay...and I'm not the only one," he would lean back in his chair, a sip of coffee as he did. "He who seeks revenge, should dig two graves."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:18:46 PM)
That depends on who is doing the seeking, doesn't it? Do you really think I am worried by a young upstart like you?

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:20:25 PM)
"No. Like I'm unworried by an old fart liek you, Maksy-boy," he chuckled lightly, as he watched Maksim, keepign his eyes open to the rest of the room as best he could without appearign paranoid.

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:23:03 PM)
*That got a tight smile* There are advantages to being an old fart. If you live that long, maybe you will discover them. But for that to happen, youll have to pay more attention to your enemies than the lady in your bed. They can cloud one's judgment.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:24:52 PM)
"Says the slaver," he continued to smirk, "I'll make sure to take your wisdom to heart, Maksy. Besides, unlike you, I don't aim to live forever...I also don't aim to be a fucktard while I do live. But to each his own, I suppose."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:26:57 PM)
Long as you enjoy the ride. And you are right, there's the difference. I am the slaver, not the slave. Your lovely Tyrant might have changed that but she did me the favor of turnign me down. Her loss.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:29:19 PM)
"Maksy, Maksy, Maksy...as long as you've been out, you have yet to learn anything," he would shake his head slightly, "even the young upstart is more than enough to take the old pro...let alone when you add in the team backign the upstart. I would have figured you wiser than you are, Maksy."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:31:11 PM)
Perhaps you can shed soem light on something. Since your court is run by an young upstart. Is that the fascination? Why her?

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:32:23 PM)
"We are all young upstarts. Yourself included, Maksy." His words mildly cryptic, as he tooka sip of coffee.

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:33:17 PM)
So what is so special about her?

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:34:05 PM)
"What is so special about you? Or me. Or any of us for that matter."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:35:02 PM)
My resources and power are far more than whatever she may have. BUt that is neither here nor there. She has you all snowed somehow and that is how it stands. NO matter, I'll take care of that.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:37:15 PM)
"Yes yes. I know your plan, Maksy. He's a crazy idea, why not...I know this will be hard to hear, but...why not join the Court? Why not use your vast "power" to help your brethren, instead of tryign to undermind us?"

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:39:01 PM)
*he eyes Swan a long moment, then shook his head* YOu have no idea what you are asking.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:39:54 PM)
"Yes, i know. I'm the crazy one anyway. Someone had to ask it, might as well be me, since we are bestest buds, Maksy."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:43:47 PM)
His lip curled a moment* You adn I are not..'buds'...by any stretch of the imagination. But let's make one thing crystal clear, Swan. Yoi do what you do for whatever reason. Maybe it's a noble purpose, or maybe darling Perri's sallying with you. That would make some sense. Whatever....*he waved his hand* I do what I have to do. Sometimes there is no choice.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:45:46 PM)
"Really, buddy? You're gonna use the Fate excuse...with me? You do know my House damn near invented Fate, right? Maksy, even I don't believe the shit that rolls out of your mouth...how can you?"

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:49:37 PM)
I never mentioned Fate. *he smiled a moment* But we all serve someone and don't you forget it. IN what? a few weeks? She's made you her lap dog. There you go

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:52:38 PM)
"Do I look like a lap dog, buddy? I do what I do, cause I don't care. If I get to fuck over some people in the wake of doing something which serves nice, then more fun for me, Maksy. I'm far less complex than you all think, not all of us have secert underlying plans of global domination and pyramid schemes...some uf us just wanna be kosher."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:54:00 PM)
Yeah,...*he stood* good luck with that. Come see me when your ambitions grow beyond what she sllow you to have and you want more. *He smiled, reached out and tipped his mug over, letting the coffee run across the table* See you around.

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:56:02 PM)
Aswan smirked his tone loud enough to be heard by everyone, "Enjoy prision, Maksy. I know being a child molester is a disease you're trying to work on." He slide back, to avoid the coffee, which he aimed a few napkins at.

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 9:58:00 PM)
*He looked back to Swan. ignoring the horrified looks* I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart. *he winked and stepped through the door*

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 9:58:54 PM)
Aswan laughed, "Oh that man. You think the AIDs would be enough to kill him."

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 10:00:00 PM)
*The few people there looked at Swan and just shook thier heads. This was, after all, New Orleans. Moments later, they were all absorbed in their computers once more*

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 10:00:09 PM)
(LOL...perfect timing)

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 10:00:18 PM)
[I lol'd, a lot]

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 10:00:25 PM)
9OH my, so did I)

Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 10:00:46 PM)
[To Madewood, Robin!]

Maksim Vasiliev (Dec 1, 2010 10:00:51 PM)
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Aswan Kaguro (Dec 1, 2010 10:00:58 PM)
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