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Post by Axel Maverick on May 23, 2011 16:42:05 GMT -5
Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.
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It was the phone call of a lifetime.
No. Not really. It was the phone call that honestly frustrated Axel and wanted to unload a few bullet rounds into someone. Why was he so frustrated? Simple. Someone had called him, kept the conversation short, but it was enough for him to realize that she was aware that he had been in search for someone named Sastre Quicksilver, and they wanted to meet. It took nearly thirty years for someone to decide to call about this, and that was why Axel was frustrated.
Not like it mattered, it was a call, and finally Axel had the chance to confront the man that had fathered him, assuming that he was going to be there. Everything about this though screamed an ambush, that something wasn’t right. And do you think that Axel cared? No. He was going to do this for the woman that had spent a lot of her life trying to hunt down Sastre Quicksilver, and now that he had some kind of lead, he wasn’t going to allow it to be thrown out the window. After all, he knew that it was something that his mother would’ve done.
What was Axel going to do if he was actually seated down across from the man that had abandoned his mother all of those years ago? That didn’t even try to stay in contact after all that she had done for him? Axel wanted to nail him in the face with his knuckles. Even being twenty-eight years old, there was a lot of hate for the man that had donated his sperm, there was still a lot of daddy issue going on inside of his head. The only reason that he never bad mouthed about his father was because he was aware that his mother was still very much in love with him. He was sure that she wouldn’t have forced Axel into the kind of life that he had if it weren’t for his father leaving the way that he had done.
Could he place blame on the man? Considering that he had no idea that she was pregnant? Not really, he had no idea about it and as far as he was aware, his mother was never pregnant, but could Axel blame him for not calling? For not at least keeping a friendship between the two of them? Hell yes. He was sure that everything happened the way that it did because his mother had met Sastre, and that was the end of it. She became a hunter because of him, and she died because of him.
He sighed, running his hand through his thick brown hair in irritation. He was early, like usual. To him, when you were early, you were on time, when you were on time, you were late. That was just how he had done things, and how everything worked. Before he knew that his mystery caller was going to show or not, Axel was already irritated and itching to his hands on his trusty pistol and go out to kill something. He just couldn’t wait any longer, besides, if that waitress came back to him with another menu and asking if he was sure he didn’t want to eat, he might just snap.
Speaking of waitresses, she was approaching, but doing it slowly. Axel heard the clicks of her heels and he turned his head, giving her a glare. She looked nervous suddenly, put her hands up, and then walked off to tend to someone else. He turned his eyes away from the annoying waitress and then looked out the window. Parked in front of the window was his black Dodge Ram truck and inside in the passenger seat was his dog, Winry-Ann, who was looking through the glass intently. She was a good dog and all she wanted to do was be next to her master and make sure that everything was going to go as planned. And that was one of the reasons why Axel left her window all the way down. She was well trained enough to stay inside the truck, even though she enjoyed people, but she knew that if he was going to need her she could leap out of that window any given time.
The bell above the swinging door went off inside of the small family-owned restaurant. His sharp blue eyes turned to the corners, to see if the one that had walked in was the one that he had been waiting for. Axel then glanced down at his cell phone that was sitting on the table in between his arms and saw that he had been waiting for five minutes, but it’s not like it mattered (secretly it did). He thought about for a moment. Was he even sitting in the right booth? He was told to sit three booths in by the door, and just walk in and seat himself. And that’s what he did. Besides, Axel wasn’t really blending in at all. His black leather jacket was old, torn, and tethered. His jeans were a sea blue color that were ripped at the knees and thighs, his hair was a God awful mess from running his hands through it, and he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, so he was growing a stubble of a beard. Pretty much his presence was revealing that of a hunter.
If the one that had called him and arranged this meeting was really a hunter, they’d be able to pinpoint Axel from a mile away.
Suddenly, his left arm was starting to tingle and he shifted a bit, laying his arm flat on the table to flex his fingers. This wasn’t terribly good and it was terribly annoying. There was a thought in the back of his head that told him that he should probably take a couple of days off, but the hunter within him screamed against it. He needed to continue to stay on the trail of Dante, and he needed to make sure that he was killed for what had happened to his mother…
And now his attention had been brought to the footsteps that were making their way in his direction, Axel’s eyes never left his tingling fingers as he flexed them, that is until they had decided that they were going to sit down.
“Are you the one that called me?”
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But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?
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co-starr! SASTRE QUICKSILVER
word count! 1,101
picture credit! ME
listening too! Faceless – RED
lyrics! Why Not Me? – Within Temptation
listening too! none
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Post by Sastre Quicksilver on May 29, 2011 15:32:12 GMT -5
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Sastre watched.
She sat silently in the far corner of the small diner, an establishment owned by a contact of hers who had let her set up this meeting here. For the past hour or so she'd been sitting there in that corner, a newspaper before her as she waited, until finally the man stepped in and, after having a cursory look around, went to the appointed booth. He was early, and as the waitress cast a quick glance toward her, Sastre nodded that she should go on as planned.
It had been a few weeks since she'd caught wind of someone asking around about "Sastre Quicksilver," and though she'd hoped to postpone this meeting until after she'd had a few more days to spend with Allison and Brennan, Sastre had decided she should get it out of the way as soon as possible. Florian had told her during their training that it wouldn't be unusual for someone to seek her out, for the name was well known in the hunting community, and even among some non-hunters who were just in need of help. More than once she'd gotten jobs from people who had been trying to get in touch with her, and though it was possible that this would end up the same, she highly doubted it.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but Sastre felt that this meeting was going to somehow change everything...
For nearly half an hour, Sastre simply watched the man, gauging him and trying to get a read on him from his behavior. He was impatient, and angry, and seemingly nervous as well. She noted his frequent looks outside, toward his truck, and the dog that waited there, and she made a mental note to be ready for the dog if things went south. That he was a hunter Sastre didn't doubt, but that didn't mean he was a good person. She'd been hurt plenty of times by other hunters in the past, after all, and she'd keep on guard around him.
Finally she stood up and made her way over to the booth, sliding into the seat across from him and resting one arm on the table before her, the other remaining out of sight, apparently in her lap. Bolted beneath the table just in front of her was a sawed off shotgun, loaded and pointing directly at the man, and she let her hand rest lightly upon it, her finger curling around the trigger as she studied him silently. Her impassive expression never once wavering, Sastre eventually spoke.
"Why are you looking for Sastre Quicksilver?" she asked, not one for small talk and wanting to cut right to the chase.
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Post by Axel Maverick on Jun 1, 2011 14:44:12 GMT -5
Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.
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It shocked Axel a little bit to when he looked up to find a woman sitting across from him, but you know what? He got over it considering that there were plenty of female hunters; assuming that this was a hunter that he was indeed talking too and not some freaky monster lady.
He pulled his left arm off of the table, but he of course noticed that she had placed one arm on top of the table and the other underneath it, and then she was quick to get to the point. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes dead and his face expressionless. And he just stared at her, almost like he was taking in every detail of her face, and actually he was. He was taking a mental picture of her to make sure that if he were to run into her again, he was going to keep things in order.
Though did she think that he was an idiot? Considering that she had been the one to call this meeting and she’s holding a gun to him? Seemed a little unfair considering that Axel was only looking for answers, he smirked. “A little unfair don’t you think?”
[/b] Axel started, shifting a bit to lean against the back of his booth seat as he reached over and picked out a sugar packet and beginning to toy with it using his left hand, to keep it busy and so that it didn’t go numb. “Holding a gun to someone that you called a meeting for, hm?”[/b] Then again, the person sitting before him was a woman, and woman had a twisted way of thinking Axel came to realize. She was a woman and thought that everything had to be their way or the highway, and if this hunter before him wasn’t going to putting her hand on top of the table, he might as well tell her why he was searching for Sastre Quicksilver. He grumbled, his eyes locking on the sugar packet that he was currently playing with. The memories of his mother were flooding through his mind at the moment, and he sat there silently, brooding in the thoughts that were plaguing him of his mother. Right now, he wished that this mother wasn’t searching for his father, and he wished that he had never found out. He was losing time to hunt down the damn demon that had killed her, but then again this all started with one man. He was perfectly sure that if he didn’t get into his mother’s life, Axel wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t be a hunter and nine out of ten he wouldn’t even exist, there’s a big difference between dying and not existing. Now, he had to explain himself to a woman that was holding a gun to him underneath the table. He didn’t want to tell her everything, so he was going to make sure that the information he gives to her is at a minimum. Not even Remy knew the reasons why he kept to himself and why he was so screwed up and Remy was currently the only friend that Axel has or ever had and he’ll be damned if a complete stranger finds out. Making a face, he looked up at Sastre Quicksilver, studying her face. “He stole something from me.”[/b] Axel answered in a low voice. Absently, his right hand came up and started to toy with the necklace around his neck. His index finger touching upon the white gold charm of a cross with angel wings wrapping around it. It was the only thing that he had left of Kaylynn Maverick, the woman that mothered him, other than his memories, and a few select of them he wished were so imprinted into his brain. “What does it matter to you, hm?”[/b] [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - -
But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?
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co-starr! SASTRE QUICKSILVER
word count! 644
picture credit! ME
listening too! Faceless – Red
lyrics! Why Not Me? – Within Temptation
notes! none.
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Post by Sastre Quicksilver on Jun 6, 2011 21:20:32 GMT -5
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Well, this was curious...
So far as Sastre could tell, this man was being honest. He genuinely believed that Sastre Quicksilver had stolen something from him, which was of course preposterous. For starters, he more than likely was referring to Florian, for the Sastre Quicksilver he'd mentioned had been a man, and if that were true, then there was no way that Florian would have ever stolen anything from anyone. Hell, the man wouldn't even run scams for money, or steal a car for his own transportation when needed. Secondly, he never would have stolen anything of enough value to warrant being chased down by this mysterious man.
So, while he fully, honestly believed that Sastre Quicksilver had stolen something from him, she knew that he was mistaken.
Her lips did quirk into a humorless smile, though, when he made mention of the shotgun. It really didn't matter to her whether or not he knew about it, after all. His knowledge of the weapon did nothing to change the fact that it was still leveled at him, and had enough power and spread to cut him in half if he made any threatening move. She held the upper hand here, whether he liked it or not.
"I'm leaving," she told him, keeping her cold, unyielding eyes fastened on him. "Unless you start talking. I want details, and a lot more information than you've offered so far. What did Sastre steal from you, and when, for starters."
Sastre made sure the man could see the honesty in her eyes when she threatened to leave. It didn't matter to her whether or not the learned anything more from her. If he was mostly harmless, then he could keep on stumbling around in the dark looking for Sastre Quicksilver for all she cared. If he proved to be a threat, then he wouldn't leave this diner alive. Either way, it didn't matter one bit to her.
"So, talk," Sastre told him, smiling coldly. "And don't leave out anything that you think might be relevant. I'm very interested to know what you think Sastre Quicksilver stole from you."
Keeping her grip on the concealed shotgun, Sastre waited silently for Axel to speak. She had a feeling that there was something very strange going on here, though she couldn't say what exactly. It would be a shame to have to kill this man without getting the information that she now wanted out of him.
But, of course, that didn't mean she wouldn't...
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Post by Axel Maverick on Jun 9, 2011 2:02:42 GMT -5
Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.
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A scowl took over Axel’s rough facial features. Who did she think she was, thinking that she could get whatever she wanted out of him? She had no right to go digging into his personal life, and the anger of her requesting that she be told everything that pretty had to do with Sastre Quicksilver. Right now though, she had an advantage that Axel didn’t have. She was the only lead that Axel had to finding that deadbeat father and she was not only threatening to leave, she was also threatening to shoot him.
He growled in defeat. “Fine.”
[/b] He spoke in a low and pissed off tone. Could one blame him? Of course not, the things that he had seen would have sent someone off of the deep end. All of his life he was surrounded by death and destruction, and as he got older it only got worse. At the young age of eighteen he was forced to sit there and watch as his mother, the only person that he’s ever had in his life that he truly cared for, was raped and tortured by a demon that possessed his uncle, his mother’s only brother who was also still alive. After the incident he had cut ties with his uncle not because of what had happened, but to keep him safe. He slipped up once though, and his uncle had sent him the leather jacket that he was currently wearing as a birthday present, but since then he hadn’t heard from him. Axel Maverick was pretty sure that he was dead. Why was he accusing Sastre for stealing his life? Because he pretty much did. If he had never met his psychic mother, everything would’ve been fine. Axel might even be the son of some normal guy and he wouldn’t of had to have grown up knowing that monsters and myths and pagan Gods were real. He might have even grown up as a normal kid with a mother who was still around in his life. And maybe he would’ve had brothers and sisters. By now he could’ve actually been married with his own kids and his own normal life. Now though that seemed like a life that was too far out of reach. Lifting his hands up to show that he wasn’t going to do anything stupid, Axel lifted himself up off of the seat to reach into his back pocket to place his wallet onto the table as he started talking. “My mother knew him.”[/b] He started, his fingers dancing across the burning necklace around his neck. His features darkened, not really wanting to tell the story of his life, but he knew if he didn’t his only lead to find his father was going to go walking out that door, so the chance of him landing his knuckles into the father of the man that he knew as Sastre Quicksilver were going to disappear. “She was a psychic.”[/b] He added his hand dropping away from the necklace that he had tucked underneath his shirt. “He stole her life,”[/b] He said with a gleam in his eye. “From what I was told, they were in love. She had visions of future hunts and she gave him the information so that he had a job. Most of the time he came back.”[/b] Axel lifted his wallet and opened it. Inside his fingers tugged at an old photo that he kept away. He placed it onto the table and slid it over to the woman in front of him, his finger still on in a way to show her that if she were going to pick up the photo, he wanted it back. On the back, the year 2008 was written on it in what he knew as his mother’s handwriting. In the picture stood a Florian who was twenty-eight years younger than he was now, and his mother standing next to him. The picture had been taken unwillingly by the two of them. They both understood how much Sastre didn’t want his picture taken, but one of his mother’s friends had taken the picture without their knowledge till it was too late to do anything about it. “That’s them together.”[/b] He started once more, taking the picture back when she was finished. “Twenty-eight years ago. He left her after this picture was taken. Never once called her. Never once thought about her.”[/b] This was the part of the story that Axel didn’t want to come out with. “He did leave something behind, and that compelled her to try to find him. She threw herself into the life of hunting to find his sorry ass. And she died trying to find him.”[/b] The flashes of her brutal death flashed before his eyes. Her screams, the blood, the laugh of the demon possessing his uncle echoed in his ears and he flinched at the memories, turning his head towards the window to look at his canine that was resting her head on the dashboard watching intently. He leaned back against his seat, his arms crossing over his chest after he had placed the picture back into his wallet and his wallet into his back pocket. “Being a good son, after her death, I continued her search. That lead me here.”[/b] His eyes drifted up into the face of the woman in front of him, waiting for a response. If she were to ask what his father had left behind, Axel will tell her. He’ll tell her that what he had left behind was sitting across from her. Axel knew that he was the true reason why his mother wanted to find the only man that she ever loved. She believed that he needed to know that he had a son. Of course it was a little late to tell him now, twenty-eight years down the road you bet Axel was going to have daddy issues and he was going to want answers out of the pathetic sperm donor. Until she asked, he won’t say anything. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - -
But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?
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co-starr! SASTRE QUICKSILVER
word count! 1,129
picture credit! ME
listening too! When Heaven’s Not Far Away – Cold
lyrics! Why Not Me? – Within Temptation
notes! none.
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Post by Sastre Quicksilver on Jun 20, 2011 22:18:49 GMT -5
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Sastre listened to Axel’s story, never breaking her impassive façade.
As he spoke, her mind immediately went to work, as it was trained to do. She unconsciously studied his face, his eyes and whether or not they darted here or there, his lips for any quirks or other indications of falsehood; she noticed whether or not his breathing changed, or if he broke out in a nervous sweat; she even took in his hands, and what they were doing, to determine if he was being deceitful in any way whatsoever.
That wasn’t all, though. While Axel’s story unfolded, Sastre’s mind began working it over, examining his words for any contradictory phrases, gaps, or other bits of information that might indicate a lie. And, as she listened, her subconscious began picking apart the story for closer examination, taking what she heard and adding it to what she assumed to be the truth, weaving the two together into a single, cohesive account of Axel’s life.
By the time he’d finished, Sastre already had a pretty clear idea of what was going on. The story, the picture, the search… All of it, combined with Axel’s mention of Florian “leaving something behind” pointed to one seemingly undeniable fact.
“You’re telling me that you believe Sastre Quicksilver is your father?” she asked, her voice betraying nothing of her inward thoughts or feelings, which were admittedly frantic at the moment. “You understand, I hope, that I’ll need a little more proof than a story and a picture. Would you be willing to undergo a DNA test? I can have the results in a matter of days, and we can take things from there.”
Sastre wasn’t quite as in the dark as she’d let on. During their year together in the desert, she and Florian had had plenty of time to speak with one another, and to share bits of their pasts and lives that they might not have under normal circumstances. As such, he’d told Sastre about Kaylynn Maverick, and the short relationship they’d had, brought to a screeching halt by Darian and his machinations. So that much of Axel’s story at least, Sastre knew was true. But Florian had never mentioned a child by Kaylynn, which meant either he’d kept that bit of knowledge from her, or he’d never even known about it himself. Sastre was more inclined to lean toward the latter, as she was certain that Florian would have shared it with her had he known she had a brother.
Locking Axel’s eyes in a cold, unwavering gaze, Sastre continued in a low voice.
“The choice is yours, of course, but I warn you: if you decline this offer, and continue hunting Sastre Quicksilver down, you may not like what you find. And I will kill you.”
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Post by Axel Maverick on Jun 28, 2011 0:33:01 GMT -5
Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.
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Axel never broke eye contact with her. He had a feeling that she was searching for something to prove his story false, to tell him that he was lying. Honestly, he wished that he was. He wanted and wished that there was a hole in his story, but the matter of the fact was, there wasn’t. His mother had been a virgin up until Sastre, and she never had any other man but him. No, not even Cyrus was able to get her into bed, and Axel was pretty sure that pissed off the old hunter.
There was a small smirk that cracked the hard line on Axel’s face when Sastre had requested a DNA test. Why would he deny it? He knew that he wasn’t lying. And he was pretty damn sure that the male Sastre Quicksilver had fathered him. Axel never knew his mother to be a liar; of course there were things that she didn’t tell him that he found out later in life, but never a liar. Kaylynn never changed one thing about her story of his father, and he was damn sure that she would have never forced him into this kind of life if she wasn’t right.
What did he have to lose?
“You want a DNA test?”
[/b] But the thought of a DNA test just proved to him that this blond had a way of getting a hold of the sperm donor. That meant that he was going to do everything that he could to make sure that his only lead so far didn’t go wandering off into the darkness. Axel didn’t have the time to go chasing after someone in the dark, he had his own things that he needed to get done. The faint smirk on his face never disappeared. “I’ll take the test. I have nothing to hide and I’m not lying.”[/b] in other words he was totally saying that he knew that Florian was his father. Boy what he would do just to find him…. He wanted the search for this father to finally end. He was frustrated at his mother when he had discovered after her passing that she had been looking for him. It was almost like she knew that he would pick where she left off, and he did. For ten years Axle had been using all of his resources and going against his better judgment to find the man that had left her. Why? Because even though he was messed up, even though he knew that he was utterly insane, even though he would’ve been a serial killer if he didn’t have hunting to fall back on, he was a good son. He did what he was told, he did everything that his mother wanted him to do and everything that she wasn’t able to finish he picked up. That included the hunt for Dante, in a way, there was really no one else to blame for her death but herself…. Dante had killed her parents right underneath her nose and she had gone in search for him for a long time, and because of that search, he had caught wind of it and had decided to go to her instead. Axel would never admit that to himself. Not only did Florian leave Axel behind as a terrible goodbye gift, but Axel truly[/b] believed that if it weren’t for that man, his mother could possibly still be alive, and you know what? They could very well be in Salem leaving a “normal” life. Axel took a pen out from his pocket, pulled a napkin from the dispenser and then started to write down digits. “Here’s my number.”[/b] he slid the napkin over to her, and then chuckled to her threat. Honestly, Axel doubted that she could kill him. He was good at keeping himself moving and not leaving behind a trace and nearly making himself invisible. Though he didn’t know the Sastre storyline as much as his puppet master did, her threat was completely real. “Hn.”[/b] Was his response to her threat, and gave her a nod also saying “fine, I won’t say anything back to you because you’re a woman and I have respect for women,” all in one awesome word. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - -
But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?
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co-starr! SASTRE QUICKSILVER
word count! 825
picture credit! ME
listening too! Completely – Art of Dying
lyrics! Why Not Me? – Within Temptation
notes! none.
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Post by Sastre Quicksilver on Jul 2, 2011 16:12:38 GMT -5
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Sastre was a bit relieved—though she showed no indication of it—when Axel readily agreed to the DNA test.
In her eyes, it was a determining factor as to whether or not she believed him. Had he simply been some creature—or some creature’s lackey—looking to deal a vengeful or punishing blow against Florian, she doubted he’d agree to such a test, which would prove his story false. By agreeing to it, it meant that Axel Maverick really, truly believed what he’d said, that he was the son of Kaylynn and Florian.
That, of course, posed some problems. Sastre was unsure whether or not Florian would even want to see Axel, or acknowledge his existence at all. After all, he’d fathered the child as “Sastre Quicksilver,” a name that was now claimed by a woman who appeared only slightly younger than Axel himself, if at all. By passing on the name, Florian had left that part of his life behind and taken on this new one as Florian. He had a fiancée now, and an adopted daughter. What place could someone like Axel possibly have in all of that? Truthfully, Sastre was glad that these problems weren’t really hers to worry about.
When Axel wrote down his number and slid it across the table to her, Sastre couldn’t help but smirk a bit.
“I hope you don’t think you’re going anywhere just yet,” she told him, raising a brow. Keeping one hand under the table—her finger still wrapped around the shotgun’s trigger—Sastre used the other to wave the young waitress over. The young woman approached with a tight smile, and Sastre whispered something to her, to which she nodded and disappeared through the door into the back of the restaurant.
While waiting for the waitress to return with the items that she’d asked for, Sastre kept her eyes locked unwaveringly upon Axel, studying him, and just trying to take his measure. All the while, Sastre couldn’t help but remember being in the exact same position that the young man was. She’d spent nearly half her life searching for Sastre Quicksilver, as her adopted-father had asked her to do with his last words. After years of near misses and dead ends, she’d all but given up, until fate had eventually crossed their paths, and Sastre—then Lily Faraday—had finally laid eyes on the man she’d been looking for. Of course, she hadn’t known at the time that that same man was in actuality her birth-father, and once she finally did things had been tense between them for a long, long time.
So she knew what Axel was going through, in a way.
“Thank you, Andrea,” Sastre said to the young waitress—the daughter of her contact who owned this restaurant—as she accepted the cotton swab and small Ziploc baggie that she’d requested. Holding the swab carefully in the middle, avoiding either end, Sastre handed it across the table to Axel. “Swab the inside of your cheek with that. Once you’re finished, you can go. I’ll call you when I can.”
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Post by Axel Maverick on Jul 6, 2011 2:14:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]  THIS HATE THAT YOU GAVE TELLS ME THE SAME THING The Words: 893 The Outfit: coming soon Tagged: Sastre Quicksilver
He may not have been a creature, but he certainly knew that he was going to cause some grief in his “father’s” life. Axel secretly wanted to destroy the man’s life for what he had done to his mother and to himself. His outer side of him didn’t show that, in fact Axel’s face was unmoving of the thought that he was one step closer of confronting that man. Inside he was raging with pent up hatred and anger over what he did. It was expressed over and over again in his hunts. If Axel was just able to confront him, maybe his life wouldn’t be so bad…
Yeah right. He was still going to go after the damned demon that had brutalized his mother and he was still going to make sure that his father knew what had happened to the sweet woman that was Kaylynn Maverick. What was wrong with her now? She was nothing more than a death echo, still awaiting to hear from the man that she had never stopped loving. Axel didn’t want to admit it, but he needed Sastre Quicksilver – who is now Florian – to help his mother pass on. She needed to see him, to talk to him, and to tell him that she loved him just one more time. She had gone eighteen long years without hearing it before she died, and now she was going to go all of eternity without hearing it. That was something that Axel was not going to allow to happen to his mother. She lived a life of nothing but hell filled with death and despair. He’ll be damned if he was going to allow his mother anymore torture.
It was part of the reason that he had taken up the search for Florian. It was the last thing that she was working on, and Axel had taken it up with pride, even though he wanted nothing to do with it. But because of his love for her and because he was a good son, he was going to find Florian and bring him back to Salem so that he could face what he had forced Kaylynn into.
If Axel was not a human, he knew very well that he’d be a creature of the damned that would haunt the shit out of Florian for the rest of his life. And he would have done it without caring what Florian had managed to build for himself. In fact, when Axel finds out that he is engaged to another woman, that he had adopted a daughter, things were seriously going to hit the fan. He might have been twenty-eight, but he had gone a long time without a family and he was definitely going to throw the “I-can’t-stick-around-because-I’m-a-hunter” excuse into Florian’s face. It didn’t matter if he had retired and passed his name onto his daughter Lily, there were going to be creatures out there that are going to see that the Sastre Quicksilver that they knew was not a female and they were going to continue their search for the man that had ruined their lives. No matter how much Florian truly tried to escape the hunting business, it was always going to have a hold on him, no matter what.
Axel would have been labeled a fool if he truly thought that he was finished here. Of course he knew that he wasn’t, he passed his number over to hurry and get it out of his way, because the more this huntress kept her hand on the sawed shot gun, the less likely that Axel Maverick was going to pass over his ten digits. His eyes had darted to the waitress as she approached, and then he quickly looked to the window to see his faithful companion shifting in her seat. She was inching her way forward, her ears down, and Axel could just image Winry-Anne’s tail fur beginning to stand on edge. He knew that she wasn’t going to leave that truck without the command to leave, and if Sastre thought about attacking his dog in any means, well… remember that statement about Axel not being a monster? Yeah, that’d be a total lie if his dog was harmed by anyone |
[/i]. With his eyes once again focusing on the blond woman before him, he lifted the cotton swap into his fingers, dropped his mouth open and swapped both of his cheeks. Then he placed it into the plastic baggy and passed it over to Sastre. “There.”[/b] He said, leaning back in his booth seat and flexing his left hand. He had given the woman a nod before leaning forward a little more to rest his elbows onto the table. “I’ll be looking forward to your phone call.”[/b] There was a hint of a smirk in Axel voice. Why wouldn’t there be? After all, he knew that he was telling the truth and if this woman seriously doubted anything that he had told her… well she was in for a rude awakening and really, Axel couldn’t wait to see her reaction. It’s a shame that he was going to be able to see the look of shock for himself when she got back the test results for it to read: Florian Raniari, when it comes to twenty-eight year old Axel Sastre Maverick… you ARE the father.[/i] [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Sastre Quicksilver on Jul 27, 2011 20:34:03 GMT -5
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Well, that had went better than it could have.
Tucking the items into her ever-present satchel, Sastre returned her gaze to Axel. He sat across from her, an expression of smug confidence on his face that intrigued her rather than bothered her. He really, truly believed that he was Sastre's--or rather, Florian's--son. And Sastre had to admit that he might just be right...
For starters, there was his appearance. The young man looked like Florian. And it wasn't just a passing similarity either, though the resemblance of course wasn't exact. Thinking about the photograph that Axel had shown her--and able to perfectly call up the picture in her mind--Sastre was forced to concede a definite resemblance... Not that that meant anything, really. There would be thousands of people out there who bore a resemblance to Florian.
But how many of them have proof of being connected to one of Florian's ex-lovers?
Of course, similar appearances aside, the two seemed to have little else in common. Axel seemed on edge, angry, and was brimming with poorly-concealed irritation and annoyance. Florian, on the other hand, was always calm and collected, never revealing an ounce of such emotions unless it was to his close family, on the rare times that he was angry or annoyed enough for it to matter...
Still, the more Sastre thought about it, the more she had to concede that she was, possibly, staring across the table at her half-brother.
Realizing that a heavy silence had fallen between them, and around the rest of the diner as well, Sastre finally spoke, raising her brows slightly, the first real bit of expression she'd shown since entering.
"You can go now," she said simply, nodding toward the door. "I don't think we have anything left to discuss."
And with that, their meeting was over.
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