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 Another Shot of Amber., TAG: Victor Creed
Maria Callasantos
 Posted: Mar 26 2018, 08:58 PM
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Another Shot of Amber.
New York has a smell. It is a combination of a lot of things. Urine, trash, food, and whatever else was steaming up from the pipes in the middle of the streets. They say smell can be the most powerful trigger for memory and the endearing scent of this town reminds people of the fondness so many have for New York. There really was only one way to sum it up; New York City smells alive. And Maria drank in its scent, the smell of it making her feel one thing; home. This city was her home.

It was late. Very late. And yet Harry’s Hideaway was always open, always available to any weary mutant traveler, the bar a well-known haven for mutant runaways. No wonder Maria came here often. The owner, the four-armed former Morlock, Harry Lomis, was an old friend of hers. He was like a father to her… Which was probably why her tolerated her presence in the first place. Because most? Couldn’t stand her.

Maria was in the back of the bar, playing pool at her usual table, a half empty bottle of bourbon and a jar of ice at a table she’d occupied, her brown leather jacket pulled off and set aside. The bar was mostly empty, mainly due to the hour. Maria knew that Harry would be closing up soon, so she relished the time she was able to spend here with him, the two talking quietly as she played and he cleaned mugs, his four arms working together in perfect unison.

“So what’s the job?” Harry asked, his voice like gravel.

Standing at nearly seven feet, Harry Lomis was a monster of a man, his massive size and girth deceiving. In reality Harry was a pacifist, and would only use his powers of creating invulnerability force fields on his skin and superhuman strength to subdue the random bar goer that was foolish enough to get too rowdy, something that didn’t happen often. Not with Maria there. She wasn’t gentle with stupid people, and while Harry might be a pacifist, she most definitely wasn’t.

“Anonymous client.” Maria replied, pausing in her game to take the time to grab her shot glass, the feral mutant easily knocking back the shot, then refilling her glass. “Wants me to steal some files. The target is a Wakandan UN rep. Apparently he’s selling files on the side, and the client wants ‘em.”

Harry looked up at that, his four arms pausing midair. “Wakandan? As is in from Wakanda?” he asked, Harry then shaking his head when Maria nodded. “That’s bad Maria. You know what they say about that country. They take care of their own. I don’t like it.”

Maria sighed. “I know. I don’t like it either. But you heard what Calisto said. Artie needs a liver transplant, and you know how much that’ll cost on the underground. The job is an easy half a mil. I got to do it. For Artie.”

Harry sighed, still shaking his head. “I still don’t like it.” he said gruffly before going back to washing mugs.

Maria nodded and went back to her game, her amber, cat-like eyes glowing in as they narrowed in thought. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to agree with Harry. She didn’t like it. At all. But what choice did they have? Artie was dying. It they didn’t get the money for the kid’s liver transplant, he was looking at a few short, agonizing months.

For the last ten years, Maria had been working as a mercenary, always one step ahead of the law, always doing her best to survive in a world that both feared and hated her. And in that time, she had only one allegiance; the Morlocks. Although technically no longer a member, Maria always made sure to take care of the only group that had ever showed her any love. They’d been there for her when no one else was. Calisto was an adept leader, but she had her limitations. Maria had left the underground tunnels in order to live life on the surface… at a cost. Maria glanced down at the necklace that hung from her neck, Maria’s eyes narrowing, memories welling up… The necklace. It’d been her sisters. The last thing she had of hers. Maria still didn’t know what had happened to her sister. She’d disappeared several years ago… after the raid.

Rain… She’d been standing in the rain…

Maria closed her eyes. Hard. No. No. NO. She would NOT think about him. Not now. Not ever. Snarling a curse, Maria poured herself another shot of bourbon. If she never thought about it, then it’d be too soon. Right? Right.

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Victor Creed
 Posted: Apr 26 2018, 11:49 PM
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LIVING NIGHTMARE FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
Victor had a job to do. A high profile hit from some South African, maybe he was German? Belgian? Is being Belgian even really a thing? Vic knew it was, but he liked to tease the inhabitants of small countries like that. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t from the States. And that didn’t mind none to Vic. The guy was willing to pay. And he was willing to pay for Victor to kill the king of some small African nation. Thing was, this African king had some very unique toys. Victor didn’t like going in without knowing what the opposition was packing. He wouldn’t let this end up like the Cap job. No surprises were going to screw him up. And no more rookie mistakes. There would be some sensational coup afterward he expected. Some sordid boardroom back alley dealing. He’d be prepared!

So Victor put his nose to the ground. He went looking for leaks. He found one. Thing was he needed a middle man. So he went looking again. That was when he found her. He’d lost track of Maria a long time ago. Once there was a day he’d know where to find her at the end of the day. Back then he had all these silly ideas about how to be a less shitty person. How it might be worth it. Now that was a long time ago. He found her all the same though. He knew she wouldn’t take the job aware that it was work for him. Telling a girl you took part in a massacre of her compadres tends to render a relationship into such a state as that. No remorse. Just being upfront and honest with her. She tried to kill him after, it was hot.

Knowing she’d try again in addition to turning down the job. So Victor made use of a few friends and had them play the part of proxies. Using them to set up tonight’s meeting. He had to be there to get the stuff in person. Had to see her. Let her know that he was still alive and kicking and in good health. See if it pissed her off.

Victor had been there early, but stayed across the street to be sure there weren’t any surprises waiting for him on the inside. He kept his coat collar up, head down. Stayed out of sight. Letting her sit for awhile he decided to finally come in as the rain came down.

The door swung open wide, his frame filled the exit portal as he passed through it. “Maria!” Lips parted wide to make a display of his carnivore chompers. “It’s a small world after all!”

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Another Shot of Amber.
She heard him before he walked through the door, Maria catching it. The sound of heavy feet approaching. Then she smelled him before he came inside, Maria catching that scent she knew oh so well, Maria freezing in place, when she smelled that rich spice, spinning around, Maria watching as her own personal living nightmare stepped in as if he owned the place, smiling those big teeth of his, his eyes meeting hers from across the bar. And just like that, her entire world fell apart with the simple act of him walking into a bar. And saying hi.

“Maria! It’s a small world after all!”

Maria could feel it. Her world coming to a screeching halt, the feral literally frozen in place, bent over the pool table, her hands gripping the pool cue, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind going blank.

No. Nope. It wasn’t him. Nope.

But it was. It WAS him.

Victor fuckin’ Creed…. Known to world as Sabretooth.

SHIT.

For a long minute all Maria could do was lean there, frozen, her eyes wide, as her brain struggled to make her mouth say words. A part of her wanted to charge forward and rip that smile off his face. Another part wanted to turn around and run screaming out of the bar, never looking back… and yet ANOTHER part of her wanted to reach out… and taste him again…

NOPE. Not that. She was so NOT doing that! Right?! RIGHT?!

It took her a moment, but then Maria managed to straighten, Maria glancing at Harry, who was staring at Creed, as if struggling to place him. Shit. Not good! Harry didn’t recognize Creed because he hadn’t been in the tunnels during the Morlock Massacre… but his wife had been down there… and if Harry ever figured out that this was the guy that had killed his late wife… well, Maria wasn’t sure what would happen… but she did know that she didn’t need to find out… because she honestly didn’t think that Harry, invulnerable skin or not, could take down the infamous Sabretooth.

Nope. No way in hell.

“Vincent!” Maria squeaked, saying the first name that came to mind. “Hi! Long time no see!” Maria exclaimed, and then, with an unsteady, wooden gait, Maria stepped forward… and did the one thing she KNEW Victor wouldn’t expect… she took a few steps forward… and gave him a quick embrace, Maria knowing the entire time that Harry was watching, her heart pounding, the feral mutant begging the fates that Harry wouldn’t recognize Victor, Maria struggling to keep her cool… even as her hands went around Victor’s broad middle, the feral pressing into him, their bodies fitting into one another briefly… a part of her hating every second of it… and another part… not hating it at all. Egh. Shit.

“Don’t.” Feral whispered softly in warning under her breath, Maria knowing that Victor could hear her just fine as she hugged him, Maria noticing that something was shaking. Oh wait. It was her. Fuck. “The bartender is an ex Morlock.” And you murdered his wife, she thought to herself. Then Feral pulled back, smile back in place, her cat-like amber eyes looking up, their eyes meeting. And Maria found herself smiling at Death itself, as if they were old friends.

Which they were.

Sort of.

Then she turned away, Maria leading Victor Creed to a booth in the back, Maria hoping he’d play along and follow her to the back, Maria also really hoping that she didn’t fall on her face, her heart pounding. Oh shit. Sabretooth was back in town. And he was here. With her. In this bar. SHIT.

Walking past the pool table she’d been playing at, Maria grabbed her bottle of bourbon, her back turned, feeling Victor’s eyes follow her as she led him to the booth, Maria feeling her face heat up at the thought… and started to drink the contents of the bottle as if it were water, Maria suddenly needing something, ANYTHING, to distract her from the fact that she was about to sit down with Death himself, Maria feeling the booze burn its way down. And yet, despite the rush of booze, her heart did not still, Maria feeling it pound in her chest like a war drum.

SHIT. Not good. Not even close.

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LIVING NIGHTMARE FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
Vincent? Hell of an alias for him. Price didnt make suck movies though so it ain't that bad. Ironically classy though. Nothing like he was. Nothing like his real name. His real name was clear cut, hard. It was true to himself. He was a Victor. And a victor. He'd always come out on top in the long run. But being a Vincent was just weird. And he had, for the rare occasiona, play down the surprised look on his face.

He couldnt say being this close again to Maria was bad or unwanted. Or even not nice. He remembered times where they were much closer. He kinda missed those. But this had to be about business. At least for now.And about making her squirm because he had something over her. She had a friend in murder distance.

He hugged her back, lifting her off the ground with no effort what so ever. She was and always had been so much smaller than him. But she had also been a fighter and he liked that. And he couldnt help but smile when she told him about the ex-Morlock in the room. As if arms like that were standard issue for bartenders. His smile wasnt one of being happy. Not to see her anway. It was happy because her friend was also a Morlock and he still remembered that party. Every face. Every smear and splatter of blood. It brought back memories. Raising his hand and still smiling he waved all friendly like to the big feller. He was big. But he didn't scare Victor. Whatever made him a freak didn't make him unkillable.

Victor whispered back, aware that Maria could hear him same as he could hear her. "Then lets get down to business. Party can come after." However she wanted to read that, he hoped she shuddered. Either in excitement because much as she loathed him she remembered the same things he did. Or because he truly frightened her. And took the party to be any manner of horrors. He started walking over to a corner table where they could sit and have eyes on all the entry points.

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