03-22-2014, 08:31 AM
Tony really worked himself up. Over what, Jaxen couldn't say. He'd been nothing but cordial the entire time. Down to offering a pretty compensation in exchange for the favor. Instead, Tony tried to goad him into something he claimed to not actually want. Either Tony was saving face, claiming it was all a misunderstanding following Jaxen's denial. Or it was all a set up to see how Jaxen would react. The former sounded more plausible, but as their conversation continued, Jax was almost wiling to bet there was a hint of genuine concern in Tony's diatribes. And genuine, nice guys preferred to deal with equal pussies. The suspicion led Jaxen toward the latter guess, which was becoming increasingly more obvious by the second; Tony actually cared about his well-being.
Why?
What was he planning?
Suspicion coursed Jaxen's veins with greater potency than his own intuition should allow. Call it instinct; or whatever. Jaxen called it intelligence.
Whatever Tony was, Jaxen would figure it out eventually. The knowledge may be only an enlightenment, or it may serve a greater purpose, but either way, Jaxen's ignorance would not coat their friendship for long.
He offered a handshake and a greasy smile. "Deal. I do prefer not dying."
Then he popped to his feet and slapped his hands together. "So. Let's get started, shall we? No time like the present."
He didn't wait for permission. It took a little probing, but Jaxen successfully grappled his way into the hurricane of power always churning on the edge of his world. It was like jumping into a frozen, winter's lake. The ecstasy of it stung at first, but within a heartbeat, his senses adapted to the pain and left him with the presence of greatness.
His own greatness.
His smile broadened. This was how things were meant to be.
Why?
What was he planning?
Suspicion coursed Jaxen's veins with greater potency than his own intuition should allow. Call it instinct; or whatever. Jaxen called it intelligence.
Whatever Tony was, Jaxen would figure it out eventually. The knowledge may be only an enlightenment, or it may serve a greater purpose, but either way, Jaxen's ignorance would not coat their friendship for long.
He offered a handshake and a greasy smile. "Deal. I do prefer not dying."
Then he popped to his feet and slapped his hands together. "So. Let's get started, shall we? No time like the present."
He didn't wait for permission. It took a little probing, but Jaxen successfully grappled his way into the hurricane of power always churning on the edge of his world. It was like jumping into a frozen, winter's lake. The ecstasy of it stung at first, but within a heartbeat, his senses adapted to the pain and left him with the presence of greatness.
His own greatness.
His smile broadened. This was how things were meant to be.