Blow. (Gavin)

[Uriel Mikhail]

The small town wasn't busy like Moscow usually was. The snow fields of Moscow was even more hectic than this place. This was just a quite ol' place. Made him good than bad mostly. Even though the high-schoolers are fucking idiots, the commoners were pretty okay. Most of them minded their own business which worked well for the blonde. And today wasn't a bad day either, hence why he was walking to the nearest go-to cafe shop that was his safe haven from the idiots beyond that border. Tim Horton's. Ah yes. The bell rang as Uriel pushed the door open. Earning him a few nods from the coffee workers. The moment he shut the door close, he walked to the counter and spoke, his deep Russian accent showing "The usual." And with that, the waitress got a small styrocup from the counter, filling it with his favorite black coffee and giving it to him. Uriel flashed her a smile before he walked to one of the tables, sitting on a chair and looking out the glass window. Was a good sight to see.

You see, the past few days were pretty hectic for Uriel. Homework, Parties and so on. It's as if he's a college student, really. I mean sure he got it easier considering he exported pounds of diamonds to the black market and gotten a rather large payment in return. Although he kept it from his parents considering it was dirty money. He tilted his head and leaned on his hands, his eyes hovering over the hot coffee in front of him. Perhaps he needed a spark in his life that would energize him. Mikhail had too dull of a life anyway, and so he turned to the door and zipped his coffee before proclaiming in his mind. "Next person who steps in, I talk to no matter how fucked up they look."

[Admin Sydnee]

Gavin needed a break from being on campus. Mostly he needed a break from his idiot teammates on the swim team and the classes that were much too easy for him. He had exceptional grades and was the best swimmer on the team and had recently spent too much time mercissely flirting with Aura, a swimmer from Veritas. She was intrigued by his danger and he found it quite amusing. She was a little too cocky when it came to her sport, but he'd shut her down, eventually. He was honestly just glad to be entertained and saw great potential in Aura....a potential to be a firecracker.

He stepped into the coffee shop, eyes set on the counter and no where else in the shop. Gavin had very clear goals and he rarely strayed from them, strictly sticking to business. He was walking up to the counter when a man cut in front of him, rambling off his order. Gavin clenched his fists at his sides, nearly losing it. So what if he had quite a temper? He mostly kept his evil thoughts to himself. Such as the ever so present thought of paralyzing the man on the spot and the satisfaction of seeing him writhing on the floor. A small smirk made its way onto his lips at the idea, which was enough to make him wait, before stepping up and giving the barista a charming smile. "Coffee. Black, please," he said as the barista nodded at him. Gavin came here quite often and he knew she recognized his face. Who wouldn't? He paid, before leaning up against the counter as he waited for his drink, eyes finally panning the shop.

He retreived his coffee from the barista and walked across the place, sitting down at a corner table. He felt eyes on him. Something that wasn't unusual.

[Uriel Mikhail]

Uriel's violet eyes kept on staring at the door. The back of his mind wished it was a hot girl so he'd get another make out session this morning. Or maybe just an interesting individual, and when the door opened, he just wanted to burn everything in his sight already. It was that Captain of the Spiritus Swim Team. See, Uriel hated a lot of things, a lot of people, but this guy makes a solid number five in the "Top things Uriel would destroy". And it was hard for Uriel to hate you that much. But he hated everyone anyways, if some people say that everyone is their best friend unless they proved otherwise. Uriel was the opposite, he hated everyone equally until they proved their bigger pricks and they deserved more hate or they deserved respect. And it worked. Uriel rolled his violet eyes and saw him approaching a distant table from him, and without even thinking, he stood up and grabbed his own coffee, before walking to his spot and sitting across him, an audible crash in front of him.

"Hey shit-for brains. My name is Uriel Mikhail, what's yours?" He asked and leaned back, sipping his coffee with no problem as if they were best friends, he tilted his head to the side and spoke "Well? Don't tell me the water got on your non-existant brain and rendered you more retarded than you could ever be?" A feisty smile crawled on his lips as his violet eyes glowed again. he knew he probably started a fight but he was so ready to pay for his heinous words. And he grabbed a random spoon, twirling it between his fingers.

[Admin Sydnee]

Gavin knew someone was approaching before he even looked up to see the tall, blonde male sitting across from him with his coffee. He shot the guy a look, as if to ask him why the hell he decided it would be a good idea to sit across from him as if he was welcome there, but he'd heard of the guy. The Russian asshole from Veritas. Just because he had a nice accent, he acted like he owned the earth you walked on.

He raised an eyebrow at how he was addressed, looking up at Uriel as he sipped his coffee, setting it down on the table in front of him. He was rather amused by the way he was acting, lounging there as if they were old comrades. That and he had freakishly violet eyes. "Gavin Maddox, but I'm sure you already know who I am. You're being too much of a dick to not know me." The smirk never left his lips as he watched Uriel twirl a spoon in his hand with an amused expression. "Uriel...let's see. Veritas bad boy who would be better off shipped back to Russia."

[Uriel Mikhail]

As expected, the dude was a huge fucking prick. He raised a brow at him as if asking ' Are you fucking serious?' But of course he wasn't going to shout that out loud. So unclassy for a Russian gentleman. If anything, he would punch his jaw off. Now THAT'S how a Russian man acted. He tilted his head as he blabbered off about him knowing him. I mean who wouldn't. A scumbag jock of the Rodents of Spiritus. Quite recognizable. Although it was hard to pick a rat out of a school infested with rodents, he was easy to spot since he was the dirtiest among all of them. Uriel laughed at him when he mentioned him being shifted off to Russia, like hell he won't be. The Black Market People won't allow that to happen.

"Ah, yes I'm the resident Versitas Bad boy sure . But I won't get shifted back to Russia anytime soon fuckface.Maybe I will be after our meeting, charged with manslaughter?" He teased him before dropping the spoon, but before it hit the ground, it shattered into ashes and scattered. Uriel zipped his coffee again before speaking. "How are you this day anyways? Not doing too well I hope, enough for me to completely ruin your day?" He asked him and pushed his coffee across the table, to his side, yawning. but that yawn signified something. The molecular composition of the cup slowly dissolved themselves, causing a hole and making hot coffee spill on his pants. Uriel feigned a gasp and spoke "Oh I'm so sorry about that! Let me help you!" Uriel drew out a hankerchief before walking to his side, trying to wipe his drenched pants. But of course, he wasn't that nice, the moment the hanky touched the pants, it ignited into flames.

[Admin Sydnee]

Gavin became more irritated by the second at the presence of this Russian Veritas asshole. "I wouldn't be too sure about that, Mikhail," he said in a low whisper. Manslaughter? He could laugh at the idea of Uriel trying to kill him, especially in the midst of Tim Horton's. Uriel's father wasn't the most ruthless of them all as Gavin's was. He'd been taught by the best, a wicked man with the power to inflict pain on others whenever he wished and Gavin remembered every single time that his father had used it on him. His father called it training, to up his pain threshold, to make him stronger in a fight. And it had worked. It molded Gavin into a cold human being, as ruthless as his father and as numb to pain as you could be. He could thank the man.

"Actually your school boy antics are only making my day better. Do continue." He flashed a grin in his direction, fighting the urge to curse after the hot coffee had spilled on his pants. This power, he didn't deserve to wield such power. Not many people did in Gavin's opinion. He didn't wince, as he'd dealt with worse and when the guy rushed to his side with a handkerchief, he almost sent the guy reeling backwards. Instead, he stood up, kicking his chair back, abandoning his own cup of coffee on the table, getting up in Uriel's face. "You really wanna start shit with me? Right now? In a coffee shop of all places? I could have you writhing on the floor in seconds, unable to move, but I prefer to be a lot more sneaky than that. What's the fun in being devious if everyone knows about it?"he challenged, wanting more than anything to crush this Veritas douchebag right then and there. But he wouldn't. Veritas students were foolish, Gavin may be temperamental but he wasn't about to lose it in the middle of a coffee shop with people around who were already glancing in their direction.

[Uriel Mikhail]

Bad choice. Uriel's ears shot up as he heard him speak. So he wasn't a prick. He was a deadly prick. Those fuckers were better he supposed. They could actually back their words and not just act as he resident bad ass. That's what he was actually. A deadly prick. Trained in Martial Arts, in showing no mercy and all together combat. He wasn't bragging or anything. Everything he says are true anyways. His ears didn't leave him and he heard his words, each syllable ignited flames in Uriel's heart. He wasn't being a an ass now, he was being a complete serious business guy. With no hesitation, Uriel pushed his chair away and stared him right in his eyes before whispering in a murderous tone.

"You're good with your powers, Maddox. Hell you're a fucking surgeon with it. But guess what? I'm better than Clark fucking Kent or Dr. Manhattan and I got you right in my sights. I'm the most dangerous man in this damn room this moment and I got you right in my sights, I could and can think of a hundred ways to neutralize your skinny white ass and reduce you to atoms, so let's talk...Shall we?" Uriel stood up, his eyes never leaving his target's face, under his hoodie, he flashed a rather long dagger and he grabbed it by the handle. He sat in front of him and spoke. "So, Maddox. I believe we just met before. And yes, I seen your competitions and you can thank me for not turning your water's chlorine to acid and completely burning the Spiritus' skin off." he nodded, as if pleased with himself "So, I think we both hate most of the people here?"

[Admin Sydnee]

Gavin listened to Uriel, mostly, but he was just as lethal in his words as Gavin had been, complimenting and threatening him all at once. That was hard to do for most people, but he figured it wasn't unusual for Uriel. He wanted the satisfaction of Uriel writhing in pain and begging for Gavin to stop, but instead, he just let the thought of it entertain him and took a step back, knowing well enough not to cause a scene in the middle of a coffee shop. He backed away slowly, his eyes never leaving the guy across from him as he sat back down, reaching for his coffee, the edge of the pain on his leg ebbing away from the hot coffee. It was nothing he couldn't handle.

"I guess talking is a lot more practical than rendering you immobile," he agreed, nodding as if it was completely professional business that they were attending to. His eyes narrowed as he spoke of his swim team. It was the second time it had been spoken about to him lately. First from Aura, now from this deadly Veritas douchebag. "Well, I must say I am proud that you managed to restrain yourself from going on a murdering rampage." He put his hands together on the table in front of him, cocking his head to the side, as if trying to figure out this guy. "Hate is a strong word," he said nonchalantly. "But yes." He shrugged. "It's fairly easy to hate those with such useless powers. I'm sure you feel the same."

[Uriel Mikhail]

He wholeheartedly took his thoughts word by word. He never let a single syllable fall out of place. A smile crept on his lips as he felt his tone lighten. Good. he knows that he wasn't fucking around with him. He grinned at him again before speaking with his delicate accent. His dark Russian accent showing "Well, in a twisted way the nwe are the same, Comrade. Hence why I have a rather....good preposition for you." A nod escaped him as he drew his wallet out, grabbing a calling card and sliding it on to his side. He stared at the card before speaking.

"You know, I can't be deported back to Russia because I have....major connections around Canada and even the United States. I can't say they're legal connections but whatever. You see, I'm an avid Mineral Merchant at the Black Market. I sell One, Two even Seven Carat Diamonds. Hell I'd do Gold if the authorities won't get on my ass...but enough of me telling about my illegal jobs which pay me millions. I do need help with something, and I think you're the right man for the job." Uriel leaned backwards and smiled "The theater here will host an influential business man in the next few days, and someone made me an offer...you know, I'm not just a Black Market merchant...I'm kind of a...what do you Canadians call them.... a "hitman" if I would say so myself." Uriel held a small pebble in his hand before tossing it in mid air and catching it. He smiled at him and spoke

"And the one wanting the business man dead is rather wealthy as well. He's willing to pay 75,000 Canadian Dollars for the man's death. Perhaps you can help me with this? I'll split...And for a down payment..." Uriel tossed the former pebble in his hand, turning it into a small diamond when it reached him. "So? It's all business."

[Admin Sydnee]

A preposition? Gavin's eyes widened in interest and he sat, hands clasped together in front of him, reaching for his coffee every once in a while, listening and nodding and waiting for Uriel to get to the proposition.

When he finished, Gavin set down his coffee. "Seems you are quite the business man, Mikhail. And I am not surprised that you have sought me out." They seemed to be one in the same, to the point where Gavin couldn't decide if he was impressed, amused, or irritated by Uriel's presence. But he would attempt to be civil. Plus, there was money involved and a dark job that involved ending someone's life. He'd finally get to use his powers again, as he'd been craving to let them loose for a while now. It was like a dark desire that festered inside of him until he was unable to keep it in any longer.

He stared at the diamond that was now in Uriel's hand. "You are one crazy motherfucker, Mikhail," he said, shaking his head, but then he grinned. "But you have yourself a deal."