05-22-2014, 07:18 AM
Jaxen's flight was not rushed. He had to assume if White was there to kill him, he'd do it somewhere more private than the middle of Block Two. If White were there to set him up to be killed, such was also likely to go down elsewhere.
The exit gaped like the mouth of a golden goose. Even the hallways to and from the bathrooms dripped extravagance. The tunnel was lined with golden tiles that shone like scales of armor. Or a snake bathed in sunlight. Jax cringed at the thought and made to duck out of sight.
But a very specific combination of words tugged him back. Quizzical things like Privilege, Moon and Onyx.
He wandered backward against his own desire for self-preservation, head cocked to one side, and peered through the sudden swelling of bodies. He wasn't tall enough to see above them all, especially with supermodels in six inch heels milling about. Nor was he fool enough like the idiot at the bar who climbed on his own chair to get a good view. He was quickly pulled down and hauled out. Smooth, man. Jax rolled his eyes. Manifesto was likely banning him for life at that very moment.
So the Privilege of DIV was in the room. The Ninja himself. Honestly, who didn't respect a real life ninja? But Jaxen's eyes were inevitably drawn to his choice in flanking dates for the night. Moon's elusive indulgence made Ezinne's tongue-wagging look like a gargoyle in comparison. And Onyx, with her dark features, swaying hips and proud mouth overshadowed even Alexia's exotic features. Of course, neither smoldered the tantric promise of Jaxen's bejeweled favorites. Hints of such favoritism were outlined by the standing collar and length of the jacket he wore tonight, both reminiscent of an ethnic sherwani coat, but he could appreciate luxurious woman when he saw one.
A look of surprise overtook his otherwise calculating features when Takeo recognized him. It seemed Jaxen was unaware of his own fame. Purely by association to his family, he was sure. Scion Marveet was likely to take the lead seat on the Sphere as the next Privilege of the Central Dominance. When Valentin Sulteev finally keels over. That, and, if Jax were to grow his hair to his shoulders again, such as he hadn't done since he was a teenager, he'd be the mirror image of his father at the same age, pompous smirk and all. Such an epiphany was why he cut his hair in the first place. So, it probably shouldn't have surprised him that the Ninja Privilege knew him by sight - or was plugged into facial recognition software.
Like others nearby, Jaxen's curiosity mounted when one of Toke's bodyguards karate chopped a man a new dent in his sternum, simply for coming close without an invitation. Within moments, the gears of a plan turned into place.
The school of famous and powerful fish swam to a corner of the room, but Jaxen followed in a round-about way. He could leverage his surname to gain a spot at the table, or he could pull a primitive Jaxen. Which sounded like far more fun. The noble steal something and return it? A better hacker than himself should be able to break into the Privilege's bodyguards comm pieces, but alas, Jaxen's skills were amateur at best.
Like usual, he was going to depend on his natural born skills. Namely, a silver tongue to worm his way in and out of what he wanted.
After the initial swarming, the patrons of Manifesto regained their composure. Especially after the first few idiots dazzled by fame and fortune were hauled out. Jaxen had a relatively easy path to the Privilege's table.
"I always had a question for the Son of Tokyo,"
Jaxen stated in his approach. He grew up watching the show that enslaved children into bloody games, just like everyone else in the CCD.
His greeting extended to Moon and Onyx in the form of a smile that promised a night of fun. "How did you manage to ambush those who were planning to ambush you? And walk away alive, of course."
He winked at Onyx. "By the way, big fan of Black's Back. Lead music on my parkour playlist."
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, May 22 2014, 07:25 AM.
The exit gaped like the mouth of a golden goose. Even the hallways to and from the bathrooms dripped extravagance. The tunnel was lined with golden tiles that shone like scales of armor. Or a snake bathed in sunlight. Jax cringed at the thought and made to duck out of sight.
But a very specific combination of words tugged him back. Quizzical things like Privilege, Moon and Onyx.
He wandered backward against his own desire for self-preservation, head cocked to one side, and peered through the sudden swelling of bodies. He wasn't tall enough to see above them all, especially with supermodels in six inch heels milling about. Nor was he fool enough like the idiot at the bar who climbed on his own chair to get a good view. He was quickly pulled down and hauled out. Smooth, man. Jax rolled his eyes. Manifesto was likely banning him for life at that very moment.
So the Privilege of DIV was in the room. The Ninja himself. Honestly, who didn't respect a real life ninja? But Jaxen's eyes were inevitably drawn to his choice in flanking dates for the night. Moon's elusive indulgence made Ezinne's tongue-wagging look like a gargoyle in comparison. And Onyx, with her dark features, swaying hips and proud mouth overshadowed even Alexia's exotic features. Of course, neither smoldered the tantric promise of Jaxen's bejeweled favorites. Hints of such favoritism were outlined by the standing collar and length of the jacket he wore tonight, both reminiscent of an ethnic sherwani coat, but he could appreciate luxurious woman when he saw one.
A look of surprise overtook his otherwise calculating features when Takeo recognized him. It seemed Jaxen was unaware of his own fame. Purely by association to his family, he was sure. Scion Marveet was likely to take the lead seat on the Sphere as the next Privilege of the Central Dominance. When Valentin Sulteev finally keels over. That, and, if Jax were to grow his hair to his shoulders again, such as he hadn't done since he was a teenager, he'd be the mirror image of his father at the same age, pompous smirk and all. Such an epiphany was why he cut his hair in the first place. So, it probably shouldn't have surprised him that the Ninja Privilege knew him by sight - or was plugged into facial recognition software.
Like others nearby, Jaxen's curiosity mounted when one of Toke's bodyguards karate chopped a man a new dent in his sternum, simply for coming close without an invitation. Within moments, the gears of a plan turned into place.
The school of famous and powerful fish swam to a corner of the room, but Jaxen followed in a round-about way. He could leverage his surname to gain a spot at the table, or he could pull a primitive Jaxen. Which sounded like far more fun. The noble steal something and return it? A better hacker than himself should be able to break into the Privilege's bodyguards comm pieces, but alas, Jaxen's skills were amateur at best.
Like usual, he was going to depend on his natural born skills. Namely, a silver tongue to worm his way in and out of what he wanted.
After the initial swarming, the patrons of Manifesto regained their composure. Especially after the first few idiots dazzled by fame and fortune were hauled out. Jaxen had a relatively easy path to the Privilege's table.
"I always had a question for the Son of Tokyo,"
Jaxen stated in his approach. He grew up watching the show that enslaved children into bloody games, just like everyone else in the CCD.
His greeting extended to Moon and Onyx in the form of a smile that promised a night of fun. "How did you manage to ambush those who were planning to ambush you? And walk away alive, of course."
He winked at Onyx. "By the way, big fan of Black's Back. Lead music on my parkour playlist."
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, May 22 2014, 07:25 AM.