The Headless Horseman

[Ichabod Badikov]

[ OK kiddies Az mun here. I just want to point out that this thread is on a different Time line that J's Zombie SL. things that occur hear are not happening in the same time frame as what is happening there. So no the characters involved in both are not bouncing back and forth. I now return you to your regularlly scheduled Posts. Thank you. ]


While as a child the legend had been born of that dreaded night. The night the Headless Horseman would ride. And because of said lore, Ichabod had learned to keep his temper short and his reach long. never would he get a moments peace without someone cutting a joke about the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and as he grew older the jokes only grew. "Where's your horseman now Ichy?" Each taunt drove his rage into the red further and further. it was worst because poor Ichabod had tendencies, odd ones that earned darker nicknames and evilly taunts. His short temper, or the ever present desire to feast consumed him. the older he got the worst it got. Tell every urge was followed by a pang of pain. The want becoming a need with every life he took and every mortal he made a pup.

Ichabod was a shifter, and as time grew older, his powers over that form became stronger. Where he was from he was the Alpha, the man that all went to for whatever needs might arise. he took care of his people, though his allegiances were gained by the fears of his people. Though powerful, those evil taunts gained him a black heart and a purely dark sense.

These traits rarely go unnoticed by those who matter the most and in his homelands of Russia, this Wolf in human clothing was the top producer of anything desired. His contentment with just one country was not enough and he was soon setting his sights on others. Wanting the control of China as Azrael held it, and England as Xavier held it. He would not take no for an answer but perhaps he should start with diplomacy even though he was sure there would be little in the end.

[victor]

He was special forces before the fall of the wall and the new democratic govenment, Once Spetnaz he was religated to a simple mercenary, that was until he met Ichabod. Recruited for his rutless practicality and his skill with weapons, Victor took well to the life of a wolf and quickly made his way up to the position of Ichabod's second. As they readied for this democratic visit he hoped deep down that things would not go smoothly. He had done his homework on Xavier and Azreal, and knew without doubt that this could be the most interesting challenge of his life.

[Xavier]

::he sat presently in his office, his son was off on a business trip trying to get them all out of the way before the baby was born. Xaviers blue hues would settle over the phone and the meeting that had been arranged on it between he and Az. Those hues would look to teh building across from his, Az's building acutally. he would press a button on his phone a intercom to Az's office.::

You there? More so, are you ready to hear from this kid? You know who he is?

[Azrael]

Moving to slip into his large leather backed chair he would hit that intercom button.

"No clue who he is, but some contacts in Asia think he might be trouble. We need to be on our toes.

releasing the button on the intercom he would move to his office window and push it open before leaping the some 30 feet across the way to the fire escape outside Xaviers window. Lifting the glass he would step in.

"As for being ready.. as always i am ready for anything.

[Xavier]

Show off...

::He muttered and stood overing his friend a fist and shifting his black suit shirt and the red tie he wore, his black slacks rested easily over his form. he moved to sit on the corner of his desk and watch Az still::

We gonna deal or learn his game?

::he knew the answers but it was always good to question when your partner was crazy as you were::

[Azrael]

He would look to his partner his dress similar to Xaviers. though he wore no tie. He wore a black suit with a crimson dress shirt beneath.

"Why would we deal with a stranger?"

moving to Xaviers desk he would steal one of his friends cigarettes moving it to his lips and lighting it.

[Xavier]

::His lips opened in a yawn then looked to Az. his arms folding over his chest as he pulled out a joint to light it. his eyes looking backto the city::

Just checking, didnt need you to be a zombie

::he grinned and laughed then took a hit of the joint::

[Azrael]

He would smirk and flick those ashes to the side as he moved to lean on the wall.

"so when are the kids due in? You know how much i hate getting dressed up."

He would motion down to the clothes he wore to accentuate his point.

[Ichabod Badikov]

He would lift the phone from his hook, and his eyes would lift towards his second as he pressed in the numbers to one Xavier Grey of Bad Wolf Industries. Leaning back into the seat. its surface covered in soft pelt. Hues focused upon the number as it rang into his ear and he waited for the phone to be answered. That limo taking them down the crowded streets of the city that never sleeped. A look to Victor and he would give him that villainous grin. "Are you ready for this Victor" That Russian so thick one could swim through it.

[victor]

He would look up to his employer with a nod as he slipped the clip back into the 45. he carried dark eyes holding Ichabod's as he nodded.

"Dah, I am very much ready for this comrad."

His voice held that same heavy accent. In truth he could hide it, almost completely if he chose but he rarely chose to, he found his accent was intimidating to forigners and he liked that, a lot. Slipping the .45 beneath the black suit coat he wore he would look out the window to the city lights as they passed his keen ears turning in to the sound of the phone ringing in Ichabod's hand. He was still hoping things would go badly. He liked it when things went badly.

[Xavier]

::He would look to Az and quirk a brow::

Seems like they are here..

::pointing over his shoulder and looking to the phone. He hit the button and looked back to Az::

Grey speaking....

[Azrael]

Taking another hit from his cigarette he would move from the wall, stepping to stand closer to Xavier as he accepted the call. his eyes looking to the phone as a smile moved to his lips. He had no clue who these guys were but they had balls enough to request a meeting, on on Az and Xaviers turf, that said a lot, a whole lot.

[Ichabod Badikov]

"As it is good sir. I think we shall arrive in a few moments. This driver you send is a good man, he should get a raise for his knowledge. But that is not why we are here to meet. Ahh it seems we are here." The phone would be hung up without a word spoken beyond and anything said by the others was not heard. The limo would stop and he would emerge after Victor, looking about then moving forward towards the building.

[victor]

He would lead the way from the limo, Dark eyes scanning the street as he made his way towards the door. A gloved hand opening it for his employer as he held it for him. Victor was a beast of a man, easily 6'6 if not taller and as broad through the shoulders as a professional wrestler. But that bulk was not a hendrance. He posessed cat like reflexes and inhuman grace. Able to vanish within the shadows only to emerge in a killing fury he was a dangerous man. He was Ichabod's second for a reason.

"It is time for the fun to begin then comrad?"

[Mika Jade Nyte]

Mika had just gotten back from baby shopping with Sora, and after a quick hello with Royce had set out to find things to do. It was fun sneaking in on those of Azrael's lot who were supposed to be working and scaring the shit out of them, but even that lost its appeal after awhile. And so she headed off to Azrael's office, moving up only to find it empty? Brow rose, and then she gave a sigh, moving back down to ground level and pulling out her cell as she stepped out onto the curb, looking over to Xavier's building as she dialed up Azrael. "Bah..where are ya? I'm bored.."