Post by mikel on Aug 14, 2010 23:38:06 GMT -5
The night simply made things easier to deal with and simply made the more secret things of the world easier to keep secret. Perhaps this was why those dark creatures of the world tended to linger about at night as opposed to day. There was simply something about the darkness that was captivating for Mr. Machnerum. Some people would claim that he was a vampire because he was so rarely seen during the day but it was simply because he enjoyed the night so much more. Besides, on this particular occasion the individual whom he was meeting with enjoyed the night much more than the day as well. For Mikel these sorts of meetings were always the ones that were more difficult to control and the night helped to make them that way. So much more could be concealed, secrets maintained and trickery pulled in the darkness of night. The moon was at half strength tonight and shining brightly without a cloud to be seen in the sky, only a plethora of stars in the dark night sky. The meeting place had been arranged, the time preset and the individual terms of meeting understood. The location was a quiet park in a particularly small town called Forks, not too far from Mikel’s mansion in Seattle. It was not a meeting that was intended to be one on one and Mikel Machnerum took no precautions in his own protection. He knew who he was going to be dealing with this night.
Mikel Machnerum rarely went anywhere alone and never went anywhere out of style. Mikel was a man of class; even amongst potential enemies he showed proper demeanor and respect. He was a man of trickery, deception, manipulation and malice but he understood the proper respect amongst friends and enemies. It was a very tedious balance that he held and sometimes exceptions were made and that balance was offset by an event or person that reset the rules for a simply moment in time. Regardless one rule that Mikel always obeyed was the one that practically required him to out dress whomever it was that he was going to be speaking with on any particular day or in this case, night. This meeting was no exception. Mikel was dressed in a dark maroon suit that was matched by maroon pants, handkerchief, black tie and shoes. Mikel liked to match colors and he found that with his skin tone that he could pretty much make any outfit work for him. Mikel sported his black cane with the silver wolf crest which was enveloped completely by his large powerful hands. The cane did not fool anyone that knew Mikel. He was a powerful man, strong and nimble. The cane was for looks, not for practicality. Mikel’s posture was elegant. His shoulders were straight, his back erect, his facial features set, and his eyes scanning the meadow before him for his guest.
Mikel’s eyes were not the only ones scanning for someone, or in this case, something. Mikel did leave his protection to chance and he left his life in the very capable hands of the people that surrounded him on the stone sidewalk that created the perimeter of the field. Standing along the field were at least fifty men and women that all worked for the man in dark red. All of these guards had their hands behind their backs, stood straight and alert, were dressed uniformly in black pants and a blue shirt and all had their own weapons. Most of these individuals would use those weapons as a secondary weapon because they had other “talents” and “skills” that they would use if protecting Mikel was in order. Mikel himself was directly guard by four individuals that all had a unique look to them and there was a specific reason for this. Mikel trusted his life to those four individuals on a day to day bases and he knew that they could be trusted. Mikel was a man of balance and as such, there were two women and two men, one to his left and his right and two behind him. Mikel was able to look in front of him and keep himself protected. He could always “slow things down” if he truly needed any advantage. He figured though, that in this meeting the mere show of force and the offer that Mikel was going to give was going to keep him from having to defend himself in any way.
The woman to his left was tall, slightly shorter than Mikel, well built, voluptuous in every way. He clothes were tight to her body but would not constrict her movement in the least. Her long black hair flowed down over her face. He complexion was dark, her eyes were darker and her mind the darkest of all. Her hands were placed behind her back and she carried to weapon. She needed no weapon because her hands were the most deadly part of her body. Her claws could rip the flesh the bones and the strength of her paws could crush bones to dust. The man to Mikel’s right was of a different complexion. He was a blond man and his skin was lighter. He wore dark blue that matched his eyes. He was well built but shorter than the woman, the shortest of all four. What he lacked in height he made up for in speed and agility. He was of the same race as the guest Mikel had chosen for that night and more than likely of the same age. The man standing behind Mikel to his left was an extremely tall man that carried a big gun, literally. The 50cal automatic machine gun packed a punch and was easily held in one hand by the man standing behind Terion. Guns weren’t going to need to be used but they helped to make things a little less troublesome. People were fast and creatures faster but bullets were still the fastest and enough of them were bound to hit something, especially with the keen eyesight of this man that had been around longer Mikel and even longer guns themselves. Finally there was the woman behind Mikel to his right. She was of medium size, medium complexion, decent form and body figure. She wore dark red and matched Mikel rather well which happened to be unintentional. This woman’s head was cast toward the ground. She didn’t need her eyes to see what was going on. She could hear anything that happened. Her dark hair covered her dark eyes and shielded the stern look on her face. She carried no weapon; this woman needed to no weapon. She had herself and a pack around the perimeter and that was going to be the only protection she would need and or to give to Mikel. The wolves were out tonight. All in all Mikel was well protected, but he needed to be for this first meeting. It was a crucial one and it would determine the outcome of Mikel’s personal war that was going turn into much, much more.
Mikel Machnerum rarely went anywhere alone and never went anywhere out of style. Mikel was a man of class; even amongst potential enemies he showed proper demeanor and respect. He was a man of trickery, deception, manipulation and malice but he understood the proper respect amongst friends and enemies. It was a very tedious balance that he held and sometimes exceptions were made and that balance was offset by an event or person that reset the rules for a simply moment in time. Regardless one rule that Mikel always obeyed was the one that practically required him to out dress whomever it was that he was going to be speaking with on any particular day or in this case, night. This meeting was no exception. Mikel was dressed in a dark maroon suit that was matched by maroon pants, handkerchief, black tie and shoes. Mikel liked to match colors and he found that with his skin tone that he could pretty much make any outfit work for him. Mikel sported his black cane with the silver wolf crest which was enveloped completely by his large powerful hands. The cane did not fool anyone that knew Mikel. He was a powerful man, strong and nimble. The cane was for looks, not for practicality. Mikel’s posture was elegant. His shoulders were straight, his back erect, his facial features set, and his eyes scanning the meadow before him for his guest.
Mikel’s eyes were not the only ones scanning for someone, or in this case, something. Mikel did leave his protection to chance and he left his life in the very capable hands of the people that surrounded him on the stone sidewalk that created the perimeter of the field. Standing along the field were at least fifty men and women that all worked for the man in dark red. All of these guards had their hands behind their backs, stood straight and alert, were dressed uniformly in black pants and a blue shirt and all had their own weapons. Most of these individuals would use those weapons as a secondary weapon because they had other “talents” and “skills” that they would use if protecting Mikel was in order. Mikel himself was directly guard by four individuals that all had a unique look to them and there was a specific reason for this. Mikel trusted his life to those four individuals on a day to day bases and he knew that they could be trusted. Mikel was a man of balance and as such, there were two women and two men, one to his left and his right and two behind him. Mikel was able to look in front of him and keep himself protected. He could always “slow things down” if he truly needed any advantage. He figured though, that in this meeting the mere show of force and the offer that Mikel was going to give was going to keep him from having to defend himself in any way.
The woman to his left was tall, slightly shorter than Mikel, well built, voluptuous in every way. He clothes were tight to her body but would not constrict her movement in the least. Her long black hair flowed down over her face. He complexion was dark, her eyes were darker and her mind the darkest of all. Her hands were placed behind her back and she carried to weapon. She needed no weapon because her hands were the most deadly part of her body. Her claws could rip the flesh the bones and the strength of her paws could crush bones to dust. The man to Mikel’s right was of a different complexion. He was a blond man and his skin was lighter. He wore dark blue that matched his eyes. He was well built but shorter than the woman, the shortest of all four. What he lacked in height he made up for in speed and agility. He was of the same race as the guest Mikel had chosen for that night and more than likely of the same age. The man standing behind Mikel to his left was an extremely tall man that carried a big gun, literally. The 50cal automatic machine gun packed a punch and was easily held in one hand by the man standing behind Terion. Guns weren’t going to need to be used but they helped to make things a little less troublesome. People were fast and creatures faster but bullets were still the fastest and enough of them were bound to hit something, especially with the keen eyesight of this man that had been around longer Mikel and even longer guns themselves. Finally there was the woman behind Mikel to his right. She was of medium size, medium complexion, decent form and body figure. She wore dark red and matched Mikel rather well which happened to be unintentional. This woman’s head was cast toward the ground. She didn’t need her eyes to see what was going on. She could hear anything that happened. Her dark hair covered her dark eyes and shielded the stern look on her face. She carried no weapon; this woman needed to no weapon. She had herself and a pack around the perimeter and that was going to be the only protection she would need and or to give to Mikel. The wolves were out tonight. All in all Mikel was well protected, but he needed to be for this first meeting. It was a crucial one and it would determine the outcome of Mikel’s personal war that was going turn into much, much more.