August 27, 2002
and along comes a spider [kang-taryn-vos]

[atlantic city boardwalk]
[asher - lui tzu kang - taryn - vos]


(lui tzu kang)
**he walks slowly down the boardward, his slim short figure and black silk chinese style suit making him an unusual sight among the taller europians. His face his youthful, but plain. His slanted almond shaped eyes and his pale features slightly different than someone of pure asian extraction**

(asher)
the lizard lounges
the dragon lays quietly in wait
sprawled across a bench, blond hair tickling over brow with each gust of wind off the waves, listening to the music of the spears (please soothe this ache), mismatched eyes half closed in reverie

(kang)
**stops near the bench, his dark eyes, empty expressionless.** "Me Pardon." he says quietly he stands and just quietly stands and looks at him

(asher)
the dawn breaks as eyes slide slowly open (bale-fire's gleam trapped so deeply within strange blue) and cast themselves across the slim asian

(kang)
his face remains expressionless, his head cants slightly to the side, his eyes locked on the man sleeping on the bench

(asher)
"Help you?"

soft words (near imperceptibly edged with tension) offered the seemingly lost man

(kang)
"Alright are you?" he asks, his syntex strange, and not so much broken english as just a saving of words. "Taryn is alright?" he asks curiously

(asher)
a brow lifts (intrigue)

"Yes."

so many questions answered in the single word (but what questions)

"And how do you know Taryn......."

(kang)
he smiles, actually just a slight quirk of thin lips. "A friend am I. Believe something you need I have."

(asher)
"Allright Yoda..... if it's not methadone I'm not interested. But humor me anyway....."

(kang)
*he frowns* "Two yoda have called." he shrugs. "Methadone." he shakes his head

(asher)
chuckling so softly, the Galliard twists to sit up

"Any idea who Yoda is?"

to which he stands, arms sweeping back towards the oceanic expanse of black waves rolling to crash at their feet

"So what is it you have, that I need, Mr.......?"

(kang)
"Kang." he says simply drawing a small brown envelope out of his jacket pocket

(asher)
"Mr. Kang it is."

amusement dancing (the spiral) in his eyes, though curiosity peaks at the production of the envelope
but he doesn't reach for it
wary is the dope fiend

(kang)
"Chinese, pure it is." he smiles. and extends to envelope

(taryn)
She's still pissed. but proud. She stood up to him - Kang will be pleased as well.. course, not like she can tell him about it just yet. (can we say... ouch?) So a nights distraction from lingering soreness, she wanders along the boardwalk, cotten candy pulled from a stick with slender fingers, plucked to melt in (still aching) mouth

(asher)
"Chinese? Pure? So snowy white even Mother Mary would be jealous that pertained innocense?"

lower lip submits below the attention (tension) of his teeth, paused in though, and sighing (such a tragedy)

"Where were you a week ago, Kang?" regret coloring those musical tones "I appreciate the offer, but I can't"

but oh.... he wants to

(kang)
"Cant...wont?" he asks a suggestive grin on his face. "Free." his grin widens. "with Taryn information."

(asher)
the suggestive grin excites a (mad) leer

"Taryn, hmmm? Just what is it you want with.... Taryn....."


(kang)
"A friend, hers, and she woo her I can." he smiles slighly pleased at using this word he didnt learn in class

(taryn)
Her eye wanders almost as idly as her feet do - a slip into the ocassional dance step around a couple giggling togeher. A roll of her eyes, and then she stops. Kang, ahead - brings a smile to her lips..... Who he's with, brings a smirk. Walk slows - but she still approaches... task number two - in sight.

(asher)
the expression on the Galliard's face hovers somewhere about ....okay..... and?" but he bothers not with words


(kang)
**he shrugs and shakes the envolope again**

(asher)
mismatched eyes watch that envelope (the predator wanting to pounce but held, barely, in check) gaze flicking back to almond shaped black

So you're her friend..... and you have a chance at wooing her. So what? What do you need from me?"

(kang)
he shrugs. "Know her you do. Stink of blood of hers." he says quietly

(taryn)
She watcehs a few moments, taking in the way Asher wants (beast so tightly coiled to pounce) the envelope, and she slips up behind Kang, reaches around him and plucks the envelope from his hand with a wink, shaking it a little, while watching Asher's reaction, a lifted brow at kang asking what it is...

(asher)
that gaze snaps after the female, whisper silken

"I may reek of more if she doesn't play nice....."

laughed softly (coy challenge) as that (affection's homicide) smile greets the female

"I know her. You know her. So? What do you want to know that she won't" can't "tell you herself? She's right here..... just ask."

(kang)
*he looks at her curiously, surprised at her lack of verbal introduction. and looks back at asher and shrugs. "Perspective."

(taryn)
She arches the brow, and opens the envelop to peer inside, smirking to see what's inside, before she closes and folds, and tucks it into her pocket... returning to pulling a bit of cotten candy from the stick, and setting it in her mouth, shruging at Kang as she leaves that mouth open a little longer then necessary - and candy melts under where tongue would normally block its way. A smirk, a sound, a nod toward Asher, a shrug. Play nice, hm?


(asher)
"..... of?...... for?"

crooned invitation
Kang may not mince words, but he's not about to give information out to a stranger
no matter what's in the envelope
twisted (loving) smile developing to see she hasn't yet healed


(kang)
his gaze turns back to Asher slowly, an eyebrow raised. "Wounded she is. Happened how?"

(taryn)
She smirks, slightly, and points to Asher. before she leans back against the railing, and offers some of her candy to Kang, blue eyes sparkling (..hidden secrets..)


(asher)
again, that soft, soft (haunting) chuckle, arm uncurling from his side to reach and caress her cheek (where bloody fingers lay only yesterday..... how strange, they slightly tremble now) as she leans on the railing beside him

"Call it one of life's lessons, Kang."

(kang)
**takes the candy smiling slightly at her as he takes the spun sugar into his mouth and takes another, slightly larger envelope from his pocket.** "Want this do you?"

(taryn)
She'd - well she'd stick her tongue out at him, but that already happened didn't it? She turns away slightly from that caress, hair spilling to hide the healing slice along her cheek as well, and she grabs his hand, and pointedly places it against his side once more, she shrugs, and hands the candy to Kang, digging out the pad and pen Vos had given her.
~don't touch me.~
She did, however, note the tremble in fingers, as well as how it weaves through his frame as hand was returned. a quick scrawl
~Sorry I can't say hello Kang - sounds like caveman grunts when I try.~
Shown her friend, before she takes the candy back, and turns to look at the water below


(asher)
a tremor chills down his spine (want. need.) hidden by open shirt

"Maybe."

affirmation shreiking in mismatched eyes
begging in tiniest catch of smooth voice
covered immediately by the smirk
(you may get your fire back yet, little girl)

"You never told me what, exactly, you wanted in return. No need to save words, feel free to elaborate."

indulge me.

(kang)
**he extends the envelope** "Yours it is. If alone you leave her." he considers a moment and qualifies his statement. "now for." understanding he cant get a guerentee of safty for her

(tayrn)
She turns to look at them over her shoulder, a brow lifting slightly, a chuckle sounding in her throat before her attention again goes toward the waves - though it stops on Asher- his want singsonging across her senses...


(asher)
a brow lifts, slightly

"You're her friend. And I'm her brother.I think I have more qualifications to tell -you- to leave her alone, Mr. Kang."

the hand placed by his side moves behind his back, supporting himself against the railing, comfortable, relaxed (talons of restraint digging into the wood, hidden by the shadows) still polite, even jovial (for now)

"It seems you wish to more than simply woo her, Mr. Kang.... tell me more, won't you?"

(kang)
"What more to know?" he asks quietly appearently relaxed

(taryn)
She listens, while her gaze rests on Asher (brother), eyes dropping to his hand where it wraps under railing, but she remains, silent..

(asher)
"I'd ask what your intentions are for her...... but I think that's too formal, for now."

shoulders (tight, aching) roll in easy shrug

"It's idle curiosity, I'm sure you understand, Mr. Kang, I'm only looking out for her best interests..... Father's orders, and all. Forgive me if I seem brusque...."


(kang)
he nods and shrugs. "From Macao am I. Father wealthy was. Came to business grow."

(taryn)
A roll of her eyes and gaze slides over the water again before she turns back to face them, finishing off her sticky treat and tossing the stick toward the nearest can. she wipes her fingers on her jeans, and leans back against the railing, playful gaze on Kang again..

(v0s)
to Taryn: *She's smell him first. THat scent of power and leadershipo that she precived last night in the appartment. He's drawing near and she's yet to see him. THe feeling of warmpth returns. THe one she felt last night and with it a modicrum of safty. It's just something about him that seems to lift her up. Her mind is lightened and things don't look quite so bad.

Then though the crowd she sees flickers of his dark hair. Tanned skin and dark clothes as he moves closer.

THe feeling of his presance growing. The need to be close to him also growing as he parts the crowd and their eyes meet for a split second.
In that second she falls into a vision of him making sweet tender love to her. His hands so gentle. So kind. His movements smooth and gentle. So nice and loving. In the vision there is no pain, no fear and it all seems right.

THen it fades and he's that much closer. Approaching with a smile*

(v0s)
to Asher: *He would scent him before he sees him. THat familiar scent of power and leadership that comes from Vos' pores. He's smelt it before on more than one occassion.

THen the mans presence filters into his conscienceness. THat subtil pressure that always seems to come with him. THe amount of "HERE" that he protrudes.

His eyes flicker and though the crowd he'd see Vos moving closer. Parting them as Moses did the red sea.*


(asher)
a nod, slow

"So what's your business.... and what does Taryn have to do with it?"


(kang)
**leans against a lamp post, arms dangling lose and relaxed the envelope twirled between the fingers of his left hand with a soft clicking noise** "Business it is." and shrugs. "Business Taryn is not."

(taryn)
Eyes snap upwards, searching, slicing through the crowd until gaze is met - and in that split second a soft moan dances from her throat, unhindered by tongue, breath quickening (...the dance, the worlds a stage and he the star...) before she blushes and ducks her head, hiding under curtain of hair (blood and fire)

(v0s)
*He walks the borad walk in a rather good mood this evening. Karnala has always directed him where he was to go.

He's dressed in black slacks, a deep emerald button up shirt with black tie and dimond "M" tie tack. His watch is triangular and gucci.
His skin is tanned with dark blue black hair that's swept back. A matching mustash goatee and vandike frame the strong face and the blue eyes that seem to look into ones soul.

His movements are fluid and seem to flow in that way that draw the eye subtily with out being pretentous.

A small glimmer comes from his hand. A normal hand with long fingers. A platinum ring in the shape of PX is there and catches the light from time to time.*

(asher)
"Lucrative business...."

murmured, gaze flicking to the side (Hello, there) but it returns quickly to the slim asian before the lanky blond

"So that's one question answered..... Taryn would be pleasure, then."

(kang)
he nods slowly, the envelope flicking softly in his hand "Yes."

(taryn)
SHe flushes, again, and fingers dance - not nervously as once supposed, but in graceful expression of what she sees(the hands tell the story) and hears... listening, watching... (vivid) gaze lifting to Kang again..


(asher)
gaze follows the ticktockflick of the envelope as a hypnotist's watch

"What...... are you trying to buy my approval of your trying to sweep her off her feet with that little package?"

(kang)
"Relieve your pain I try." he shrugs. "For Taryn this is not." he glances at the new comer

(v0s)
* A smile crosses Vos's face as he parts the crowd and steps out of them and near the rail. Leaning aginst it he nods pleasently to the pair and his dark brows raise a bit listening to the chink*

(taryn)
A flick of her gaze to Vos, the slightest lift of her lips in smile, though it blossoms full as she looks to Kang again....

(v0s)
to Asher, Taryn: *THey would see the hypnotic tribal tattos flow gently over his skin in swirling dancing patturns. Rather languid today before fading gently back to his normal skintone*

(asher)
there's a soft, soft laugh crawling past his lips (talons tightening against the railing in need) the enchantment the pretty boy (toy) normally brings is, strangely, ignored

"The offer is generous, Mr. Kang, but I must still decline."

(v0s)
to Asher: *His presance gently presses aginst Asher as he leands on the rail on the other side of Taryn. He seems casual but the other garou may or may not notice that his placement is the perfect feild of fire to cover a right handed shooter ( asher) if Vos was one as well. THe Herculean glock that asher saw at the drive in isn't visable but the faint oh so faint scent of cordite does hang with him*

(kang)
**his dark gaze turns back to Tayrn, not the blind gaze of a teenage crush, but one that holds a great deal of interest, though he seems to remain aware of the other two people present and he shrugs as Asher speaks, slipping the envelope into a pocket. "If you wish. You tear out tounge why? Expect it to heal you do."

(v0s)
to Asher: *The thought gently pressed to asher. Clearly Vos "talking" to him in his own way. NOT probing deep into hismind. A chuckel and mocking tone "yoooda... You seek Yoooda... who is this fucking chink?*"

(taryn)
The creak of tightening grip barely there, but listened for (...weakness...) and she just.. smiles... while hands fall to her sides, stilled by shoving them into her pockets, a mumble that sounds suspiciously like with tongue to enunciate it would be 'cause he is an asshole' but its murmured so softly it could just be a random sound...

(asher)
to Vos: there's a chuckle in the mystery of the echoing whisper

......... thrice called that, is he........ apparently has some interest in Taryn here.... nice cologne, Cordite, is it?........

nerves and senses on razor's edge, he knows, he's more than aware

(asher)
again that soft, soft laughter croons from his throat

"It appears she learned the price of insults, Mr. Kang."

(vos)
to Asher: Mmm humm. The hand lotion never really covers it compleatly. The company expects it's excutives to put in 6 hours of shooting range practice a week. to keep us "Fit."

So he's just some letch that's out of his legue or is that rather bulky asian genteman off to the left his musel?

(asher)
to Vos: ........out of his league..... perhaps..... there's something more to him I haven't yet placed, he could smell her blood on me from yesterday........

(kang)
"Appearence, reality, different the two." he shrugs. "But what price has cruelty?" he asks his eyes turning to Asher, with a bland, bearly discernable curiosity

(taryn)
Her gaze snaps up again, to catch the...wind...? that tucks her hair back, watching Vos carefully a moment, before an unconscious lean toward Asher (the pain of the known better then the fear of the unknown) watching Kang with that slight smile still - disbeliving of his continued flattery... she still has yet to figure - why- exactly.. perhaps when she gets her answers to other questions later on.. maybe then it will be clearer..

(asher)
"I think time will prove whether or not she really learned it, don't you?"

slightest sneer liquifying over his lips, once more, those (tight) shoulders are rolled in a shrug

"One man's cruelty is another man's pleasure."

(v0s)
*Asher's comment illicts a soft chuckel from Vos. So true.*

(kang)
"Every pleasure, an ounce of pain. And every pleasure paid for at sometime is." he says calmly

(vos)
*he gently reaches up to rub hios vandike*

(taryn)
Smirks, slightly - and just watches them, restlessly, fingers curled to fists to keep them stll, though eyes move as if she is seeing something (..composing..) that no one else can....

(vos)
to Asher: THe voice soft in his head* "He's emotionaly nuter... numb and distant. Strange indeed"

(v0s)
*He listens with a casual look to them and then out sweeping the crowd*

(asher)
"Isn't it? Wise words indeed, Mr. Kang."

the smile (hungry..... starving) spreads, nodding as if to a thought itself

"Perhaps the intitial pain has already been paid for in that little pleasure. Works out even if you ask me."

(kang)
an eyebrow raises. "A Heaven Lord are you, or a Yama King?" he asks quietly. "Not to know or understand is Karma." he smiles tightly

(vos)
*he chuckels again*

(taryn)
She blinks, coming back from her reverie...tipping her head - heaven loard or yama king? this time, her attention remain on Kang...

(asher)
his hand (dislodges) lifts from the railing, then both held out in marionette mockery at each side

"I am the son of the fires than burn both the heavens and bowels of earth, I am the bastard believer that walks across the river separating life and death...... and I am the fallen god that drags his supplicants into salvation's fires on the day of almighty reribution...

But tell me Kang. What does that mean, to you."

(vos)
And I'm Jacks burning desire. * he smiles wanly*

(Kang)
he blinks and grins slightly. "Meglomania?" he chuckles. "But clear it is that a destroyer you follow."

(taryn)
She listens, intently, for the answer - as this is what she was sent to find out this evening.... but she can't help the chuckle at Vos's comment, shooting him a glance (love that movie) before looking again to kang...
....and tilting her head slightly at his reply... Meglomania?


(asher)
laughter erupts as if from the volcano's firey mouth (if you think I'm full of myself.... you should see....), such tones dance fevered on the young Dancer's tongue

"You're half right."

but what is half wrong....

"What's it to you, Kang?"

play with the madman, play the madman's game
what's the prize
what's the loss

(kang)
"What is what?" he asks. his eyes glitter with out emotion.

(taryn)
she's getting frustrated with the inability to articulate... and the slight figit shows it.. brow furrowing slightly, but she still remains to hear the answers.

(asher)
"Any studied person could pick out megalomanic tendencies..... but I think you're more than studied. I think you recognize something. Tell me Kang...."

those mismatched eyes bright

"..... do you know our Father?"


(kang)
"Father?" he asks quietly. "On the father that depends. Many many fathers there are." he says quietly

(vos)
*He pulls out a pack of Good House internation gum and slips out a pice and skins it. Pushing it gently into his mouth past those lips and smiles as he chews. He offers a stick to Taryn as she seems about as enjoied as he is.

He remains quiet though*

(taryn)
She shakes her head at Vos' offer, and shrugs in answer to unasked question - eaten by now she is certain... still waiting a clear answer from Kang...

(v0s)
*He chuckels at her thoughts. and chews*


(asher)
the smile widens (amused) once again, tones wrapping over the words in seductive croon

"Oh yes..... the Father shows himself in many, many, mysterious ways.... shapes....forms.... sizes."

something more than a religious zealot?
in any event, shoulders lift in shrug (again, desperate to loosen the knots)

"Again, only curious...... I only wondered if you were one of his Children."


(v0s)
* his rich baritone comes unbidden* "For my name is Leigon, for we are MANY..."

(Kang)
"I serve a destroyer if that is what you ask." he says slowly

(taryn)
fingers escape denim and flutterfly in age old 'so-so' gesture for unasked question, before sliding behind her to grab the rail, tilting her head slightly as Kang asnwers... very - very - interested in the outcome of this conversation...


(asher)
"You do? How delightful.......'

grin (homicidal) easy, voice lower to stay between them, and the pierplanks

"Now..... I'm curious about something. What exactly are you."


(kang)
he shrugs. "Mean you what?"

(taryn)
She tips her head slightly, watching kang, gaze flickering to Asher (caculating) and back to Kang. just.. listening...


(v0s)
* his rich baritone reaching out to gently carress all their ears and slip seemingly into eaches soul in a different vice*

I belive the gentalmans inquary was quite straight forward.


(asher)
..............no human can smell day old blood, Kang....... not after it's been washed off...... so you must be more than human, yes? Tell me what you are......

the voice (haunting, chilling, intoxicating) echos a whisper in their minds, and the Galliard's lips only smile


(kang)
I am a child of the queen of webs. his voices quietly in english in the depths of his mind

(taryn)
The twist of Gilliards voice twists deep in mind and pulls a shudder through her spine (...ayyyyyyyyyyyyydiiiiiiiiiiis, where are you gooooooooooiiiiinnnnnnng?...) fingers tightening around the wood, as body rocks unconsciously, slightly, to a rhythm only she can hear...

(v0s)
*His eyes flick to the weaverspawn and his brow arks*


(asher)
a brow lifts
a grin widens
a laugh, even, joins the frey

well, that certainly explains the ability to scent

"....... how interesting indeed."

the smile remaining for such a..... pleasent.... surprise

"We may have to speak again, Mr. Kang..... but I have other business to attend to..... Taryn, Mr. Sage."

glancing to each in turn, there are times his demeanor betrays he could have truly belonged in one of the offices the Father provides for him in the lab solely for looks and whispers (too bad he's so.... cracked)


(kang)
he nods and grins. "Speak again we will." he says confidently

(v0s)
*He watches*

(taryn)
Doesn't reply really to the goodby - if she did it would be more along the lines of flipping him off then wave.


(asher)
the smile is polite (tension overhanging like a stormcloud) even coy (craving) hands slipping into the pockets of baggy jeans (before they reach out and.... touch.... someone) long strides carrying the lean Dancer away

Posted by asher at August 27, 2002 12:00 AM
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