09-24-2014, 01:03 PM
Bas was surprised too at the scrawny kid's wink. Nox voiced what he was thinking. Seems that this was his week. From knowing no one who had the abilities that he did, it seemed that now they were cropping up everywhere. Or maybe somebody upstairs had some plans- or at least a funny sense of humor.
In any case, he listened as Nox spoke. He understood what he was saying, of course. Guns were always better, he supposed. But for the stuff that he grew up with, it was more about respect. Oh, if you had to you'd kill a guy. He'd done that a few times. Especially since he'd gone to work for the Mordvinovs on a more full time basis. But other than enemies like Boris, most people didn't need much killing. Dead people didn't pay what they owed, after all. Nor did they get you the contacts or stuff that you needed. Shake downs were more his thing, though of course he also doubled as Roman's guard when he was around. All in all, guns were useful, but a good old-fashioned fight was much more satisfying. Guns took away the skill and the finesse. The brutal contest. Fighting was more immediate and the results usually showed who was the tougher man.
Plus, the cops were less interested in you if you didn't have a string of mysterious gun-shot wound deaths to tie around your neck. Just Boris, and that was a heart attack. Heh...his heart attacked him. Not quite, but close enough.
Still, when Nox made a whip of air and cracked it, he was impressed. Now that was fucking cool. He could see how fire would make it more deadly. Maybe he needed to look at using the power in a more professional setting. He looked around and then lowered his voice. "You know, you- well Scrawny over there if we count him- make the third person I've met this week who can use the power. Seems like people like us are gettin thick underfoot rather quickly. Might be cool for us to spar with the power like we did in the ring."
He let the implication sink in.
He looked Nox over. The man was still sitting stiffly from his beating. "I don't mean right now. But maybe down the road. Who knows? Might be fun?"
He laughed giving the guy a grin and clapping him on the shoulder. "Give you an opportunity to even the score."
At Nox's mention of needing something, though, a thought came to him. "I'm gonna get a drink after this. If you're not planning on going to your mysteriously provided home, you're welcome to join me."
He smiled and jutted his chin at Scrawny. "Hell, let's invite the kid. See what kind of trouble we can get up to tonight."
Yeah, tonight was shaping up to be all kinds of fun.
In any case, he listened as Nox spoke. He understood what he was saying, of course. Guns were always better, he supposed. But for the stuff that he grew up with, it was more about respect. Oh, if you had to you'd kill a guy. He'd done that a few times. Especially since he'd gone to work for the Mordvinovs on a more full time basis. But other than enemies like Boris, most people didn't need much killing. Dead people didn't pay what they owed, after all. Nor did they get you the contacts or stuff that you needed. Shake downs were more his thing, though of course he also doubled as Roman's guard when he was around. All in all, guns were useful, but a good old-fashioned fight was much more satisfying. Guns took away the skill and the finesse. The brutal contest. Fighting was more immediate and the results usually showed who was the tougher man.
Plus, the cops were less interested in you if you didn't have a string of mysterious gun-shot wound deaths to tie around your neck. Just Boris, and that was a heart attack. Heh...his heart attacked him. Not quite, but close enough.
Still, when Nox made a whip of air and cracked it, he was impressed. Now that was fucking cool. He could see how fire would make it more deadly. Maybe he needed to look at using the power in a more professional setting. He looked around and then lowered his voice. "You know, you- well Scrawny over there if we count him- make the third person I've met this week who can use the power. Seems like people like us are gettin thick underfoot rather quickly. Might be cool for us to spar with the power like we did in the ring."
He let the implication sink in.
He looked Nox over. The man was still sitting stiffly from his beating. "I don't mean right now. But maybe down the road. Who knows? Might be fun?"
He laughed giving the guy a grin and clapping him on the shoulder. "Give you an opportunity to even the score."
At Nox's mention of needing something, though, a thought came to him. "I'm gonna get a drink after this. If you're not planning on going to your mysteriously provided home, you're welcome to join me."
He smiled and jutted his chin at Scrawny. "Hell, let's invite the kid. See what kind of trouble we can get up to tonight."
Yeah, tonight was shaping up to be all kinds of fun.