Post by CHRISTIAN FROST on Jan 4, 2017 13:15:27 GMT -5
Some time has past since the Hellfire Club had been attacked by a group of maniacs who truly seemed to think they were strong and clever enough to be victorious. But it appeared they were neither clever nor strong enough, there was no getting through. Emma hadn't been around and they had certainly calculated that she was the greater thread. Christian even assumed the group has thought she and Loki were the only threat they would have to face when entering the grounds of the club, but the result was fatal; fatal for them. He had heard about the clashes O or the doctor had to stand but come on, there had to be greater threat than a group of wannabe-fighters to bring them down. His own clash was not even worth to be mentioned. A man with a bow and nothing else that could have been of protection to him was no challenge. Granted, if Christian wouldn't have been able to alter and manipulate the man's emotions and make him feel lost and fearful, it would have been harder for him to fight the archer. The man was quite skilled with his bow and arrow. Nonetheless, Christian hadn't felt threatened, perhaps because he wasn't afraid to die. That was one of his greatest weapons in combat and one that wasn't visible to the opposer. While the archer might have loved his life and would fight hard to keep it, Christian would have done everything in his power to keep him occupied by sacrificing everything without thinking twice. Through, this information should be kept secret, Emma wouldn't like to know of that. Anyway, he has watched the records of the security cameras and recognized a familiar face... A woman he's faced once when she didn't belong to this group but was a mere merchanery, doing jobs for money and not actual caring for whom. When he first met her, a year ago to be more precisely, she tried to steal important documents and if she would have been successful in her venture, Frost International would have gone through a time of struggle, not a hard struggle but nonetheless it would have harmed its business. Maria was her name and he wondered if she did know what she was doing that day when she came here. So sad it wasn't him who faced her... I should call her he mumbled amused with a light grin on his face as he made a mental note to himself to find out her number. Today, however, his only plan was to see his sister Emma again. It's a while ago since they've talked to each other and get to know about the others undertakings. What exactly was on his mind was his latest conversation with Warren which had been quite informativ when it wasn't annoying. At first it wasn't his intention to tell Emma about it because she surely had other things to do than listening to his little plans, but the more he thought about it the more it got clear that Emma needed to know about it, not only for the club's benefit but also for Frost International's. His manners had been left-behind in his room, he failed to knock and entered as if it was normal to enter a room without announcing oneself. Here I am! Your dearest brother. Missed me... his words hung in the air when the scenery his eyes got to see made it to his mind where it got its meaning. With an arched eyebrow, a sigh left his lips and his eyes wandered from Emma to her – what occupation did the man have? - Chauffeur? What's in a name? That's deffinetly going on my list of things-I-did-not-need-to-see... But he did not turn around instantly after seeing it, Christian took another look at the scenery before he turned around frowning. Are you done or does the Frenchman need a moment longer? I can go and return back in a minute he said with a gleeful grin playing around his lips. He liked to tease the man he barely saw and even less knew about. lyrics: imagine dragons words: 691 tagged: EMMA FROST outfit: here! notes: Tell me if I need to edit something. TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0 |