TheOneLastRaven
Vodka Coke Unsteady (He\They)
A loud sudden bolt of lighting sent the Shadowhound patiently stalking Faneirus flying out of his shadow with a loud scree. The creature figured it got what I came for and it wasn't about to stick around for a thunderstorm. It landed in the puddle at his feet, immediately trying to scamper off as fast as it's little paws would take it, homing in on Indiana. The flashes made finding cover nearly impossible to shadowstep to for the little thing. It was stuck running away the old fashioned way.
Indiana adjusted himself one last time in the mirror before stepping out of his room, coat and potion in hand to greet his Father.
"Daddy!"
As the man stepped off the elevator his two youngest siblings ran to greet him chattering away about their day as he heaved both of them into a hug, picking them up and carrying them with him as he walked further into the house The man was the last person you would think could even be capable of running a Mafia-equse organization. If it wasn't for his pitch hair and skin you could of sworn he was Santa, he was jovial and absolutely love his family to pieces, his beer belly could possibly bee seen in orbit, and he gave the biggest bear hugs. Everyone home was happy to see him, with Indiana's mother promptly planting a kiss on his Father's cheek and taking his siblings off his Father's hands. For a shadow he was surprisingly strong as without fail he always bear hugged Indiana and managed to lift him into the air.
"My boy! How are you?"
Indiana laughed as he was set down, "I'm fine Dad. Thanks."
After the greetings his father became serious, an expression of worry crossed his face as he began briefing Indiana on the finer details of what he was working with. The man didn't look like he could run a Mafia, neither did his Mother, but the two were deadly serious about work.
"They're coming in just about over and hour to the club, your Sisters and 4 of your cousins will be stationed disguised as MOPs. Just close the deal, if all goes well you won't even need to know they're there...." The two chatted about any final mission details, "Look this is important Indiana, as soon as we've got this deal closed we've got enough fire and man power to start really taking chunks out of the street." He clenched his fist and glanced up as if remembering something for the first time in a very longer time. "So, get your ass over there!" He patted Indiana on the bath, "Cars waiting for you outside kid, do me proud."
As Indiana stepped into the night and into the car he tossed back the potion and transformed into a blonde human rich kid, that didn't look the brightest, perfect, trap laid in. When you worked the shadows, you never knew who was going to show up. It was apart of their strategy to avoid detection by the other big fish in the pond. If you look too small to be a threat, you can get away with a lot. From the outside in, there were too many divided factions between too many different races, didn't make it worth the Vorzel's time, in reality it was all shadow work. A mistake that Indiana's Dad would make the Vorzel pay for, twice fold.
Indiana adjusted himself one last time in the mirror before stepping out of his room, coat and potion in hand to greet his Father.
"Daddy!"
As the man stepped off the elevator his two youngest siblings ran to greet him chattering away about their day as he heaved both of them into a hug, picking them up and carrying them with him as he walked further into the house The man was the last person you would think could even be capable of running a Mafia-equse organization. If it wasn't for his pitch hair and skin you could of sworn he was Santa, he was jovial and absolutely love his family to pieces, his beer belly could possibly bee seen in orbit, and he gave the biggest bear hugs. Everyone home was happy to see him, with Indiana's mother promptly planting a kiss on his Father's cheek and taking his siblings off his Father's hands. For a shadow he was surprisingly strong as without fail he always bear hugged Indiana and managed to lift him into the air.
"My boy! How are you?"
Indiana laughed as he was set down, "I'm fine Dad. Thanks."
After the greetings his father became serious, an expression of worry crossed his face as he began briefing Indiana on the finer details of what he was working with. The man didn't look like he could run a Mafia, neither did his Mother, but the two were deadly serious about work.
"They're coming in just about over and hour to the club, your Sisters and 4 of your cousins will be stationed disguised as MOPs. Just close the deal, if all goes well you won't even need to know they're there...." The two chatted about any final mission details, "Look this is important Indiana, as soon as we've got this deal closed we've got enough fire and man power to start really taking chunks out of the street." He clenched his fist and glanced up as if remembering something for the first time in a very longer time. "So, get your ass over there!" He patted Indiana on the bath, "Cars waiting for you outside kid, do me proud."
As Indiana stepped into the night and into the car he tossed back the potion and transformed into a blonde human rich kid, that didn't look the brightest, perfect, trap laid in. When you worked the shadows, you never knew who was going to show up. It was apart of their strategy to avoid detection by the other big fish in the pond. If you look too small to be a threat, you can get away with a lot. From the outside in, there were too many divided factions between too many different races, didn't make it worth the Vorzel's time, in reality it was all shadow work. A mistake that Indiana's Dad would make the Vorzel pay for, twice fold.