The Kind Invitation ((Panzer))

[AKREE]

I was here in business so to speak, if you knew me at all you’d know that my business was to be taken seriously, I was armed to the teeth, though I predicted there would be no danger and accompanying me were my fellow assassins. It wasn’t anything dangerous, you’re mistaken the situation it was something different, in fact you might even go as far as to call it a formal occasion. I sat in a table, the teal cloth that covered the table draping over my lap, my hands resting at his sides, next to me sat a rather young looking raven haired and tense young man. I didn’t get what was the fuzz, must be something about being a rookie that sent the young man on edge, I was beginning to wonder why my boss had sent him along with us, yes us. There wasn’t only me the and young man there were other assassin and spies stationed in the restaurant to make sure no one interrupted with the dinner, but my boss had decided to have us (meaning me and rookie over there) to ask the questions and convince the man. Now, I know what you’re thinking, hold your horses, I’m afraid I don’t follow. Well you see the old head of weapon’s dealer died and he was to be replaced, well we had received a kind recommendation from a trusted member and well we had decided to look into it. Well I had decided to look into it, one investigation on top of another of his history and even his favorite color of underwear and well it was decided that he would do well for the job. Of course it all depended on him, since we didn’t know the man directly I really couldn’t say if he would be perfect for the job, so it would depend, which is why we set up this lovely dinner for him. Well of course he was in one of the most expensive restaurants in town. In my opinion, it was one of the finest as well, mainly because the chef took it upon himself to please both vampires and humans and that was a big plus.

Why?

Well, simple because mister Panzer was actually a human. Well of course his fellow hosts were about to down glass after glass of blood, but if he was a weapon dealer he better have a strong stomach or else I would rather not have the man anywhere near me at all. That was a fact that he would need to deal with blood, guts and glory every fucking day of his life and the worst thing that could happen was the man driven into barfing his guts out over the job he was paid to do. So I would agree that he better have a strong stomach in him, though that would be incredibly ironic, a war junkie with a weak stomach. Don’t make me laugh… I mean it, don’t make me laugh, I’ll shoot your fucking head.

There was a pause, static came into the earpiece of my walkie-talkie, I felt the guy shift slightly as he noticed this as well. He was such a fucking nervous wreck I had half a mind to blow his kneecap to smithereens so he would keep twitching in such a manner. “He’s nearby, be polite you two, this is actually someone that could be valuable to us,” came the staticky voice from the ear piece. I simply pretended nothing happened, but my little companion had to nod and I found myself rolling my eyes. The rookie had a lot to learn, now if you’re wondering why I am the one taking care of this occasion rather than some other freak that had time in their mind, well it was simple I may be the head of Izan, but that didn’t mean anyone knew about it, to top it off it also didn’t mean that I didn’t work inside my own organization or that I didn’t have a boss, far from it. Normally I only did this kind of work in the background of things, I would search the papers and sign, agreeing to have this particular fellow ‘join’ Izan kindly or not, then I would just watch from behind the scenes (what? Restaurants have video cameras and walkie-talkies are hack-able) to see how things went. It was simple actually and not very challenging. Still, there was a rare occasion in which I was directly chosen to attend such manners and of course I would approach them with caution. Now, I’m getting bored of my own thoughts so where is this Panzer?

OOC: set in the past so yeah, rofl.

[jaspersable]

He stood before the restaurant, his eyes closed as he envisioned the piece of paper he had memorized before he had burned it. He opened his eyes and nodded in satisfaction that the address on the restaurant matched the address in his mind. Photographic memory at it's best. He went through the doors and stood at the desk, tapping the bell and giving the smiling woman behind it a brisk nod. He denied her request to have his coat and she smiled and told him the maitre d' would see him to his table shortly.

He would keep his coat, because to take it off would be to flash the entire restaurant his Browning HP in its shoulder holster and the wrist sheaths. Somehow he didn't think that would go over well. He was carrying more hardware, but it wouldn't be revealed by him taking off his coat. The gun and knives would. It was a nice jacket, and would serve as a sort of body armor against physical and slashing attacks. Against bullets and stabbing attacks he would be well and truly screwed, but, well, he was hoping this meeting wouldn't go quite that badly.

The maitre d' finally came to show him to his table, and Panzer cleared his throat, and to anyone listening that's all it was. But Panzer knew better, and he swore colorfully inside his head. He did not need his Tourette's acting up at a moment like this. Something told him his possible superiors would not be impressed. Though the army had understood, these kind of people didn't really tolerate signs of weakness.

Finally Panzer stood before the table, his eyes taking in the group of men seated there. He was mildly surprised to find himself in the company of a table full of vampires, but he stood firm and cleared his throat louder then he would have liked. "Hello gentlemen, I expect you are waiting for me?" He cleared his throat again. It was better then the alternative, which was shouting out foul language. He sat down in the only empty seat, across from who he assumed was probably the man in charge. He offered his hand across the table. "Ares at your service, sir."

[AKREE]

This new recruit had something to him that as instantly as he opened the doors and walked into this fair establishment my eyes rotated towards the door. It wasn’t perhaps anything important, maybe I was starting to get impatient and I looked towards the general direction of the door as soon as I heard a sound. There wasn’t anything particularly impressive about his idea; he just seemed to be well a human who kept himself in shape, muscled and well kept. Red hair, green eyes, freckles, piercings, he didn’t have a third head or something like that. Well, at least we didn’t get a mutant of some kind, but he was a human. This could be bad for a lot of reasons, but particularly because a human was not only physically weaker than a vampire and/or werewolf, a human practically didn’t have a chance against a werewolf or vampire trained to fight, they were also easily disposed off, you could shoot a vampire or werewolf a couple of times and they would still be standing, however if you shot a human no matter how stubborn shoot him or her two or three times and they are already crawling in the ground. Besides that they are a problem if someone where to change them, if they turned into a vampire we would have that blood lust crap to deal with for a few years until the head gets used to it and because they are heads they maybe a sucker or two who would take advantage of this weakness and take them out, although such things are not tolerated in Izan it doesn’t mean that they won’t be killed, he would just either have to get a buttload of bodyguards or invent some anti-werewolf/vampire weapon and carry it on him at all times because, well not everyone is nice and polite and he was bound to be seen as an easy picking by other vampires regardless of how good with a gun he would be.

"Hello gentlemen, I expect you are waiting for me?" was his introduction. I didn’t say anything except giving a polite nod, an acknowledgment and an invitation to take a seat at the same time. However my partner here apparently took it as his own task to reply to everything or something because he blurted a quick “Yes,” the proceeded to give me some sort of side-glance which I had no idea what to take. He was a rookie in the business, but I didn’t see why he had to ask permission to any older member to do such a thing, he had a brain of his own, didn’t he? He could probably tell when he just made an idiot out of himself or when he had done something right. "Ares at your service, sir." he said, stretching his hand towards me, I kindly took it, shook once and replied “Vito,” as the only answer. The rookie didn’t miss out his chance to introduce himself and unless the guy meant to redirect his hand towards the rookie he seemed to have snatched that hand in a firm hold and shook it once as well “Will,” he said quickly, I managed not to arch a brow in question, why did he seem so nervous? Really now, this wasn’t a life and death scenario, he was just giving someone a greeting, yet he behaved like there was a bomb about to go off and if he didn’t shake Mr. Ares’ hand he would be blown to oblivion. Weird kid, I wonder how long has he been on or who the hell send such a nervous wreck along with me. Well, guess it can be for balance, one serious and the other seems to have some kind of nervous tick.

After this the waiter popped up from seemingly out of nowhere and asked if we would like a drink, I waved him aside but my new best friend over there apparently was starving because he ordered some wine mixed with blood before the waiter could finish saying today’s ‘specialties’ it would explain why he was such a nervous wreck though, bloodlust could put itself between manners and a normal greeting. After he left I turned my attention to the human. “We know why we’re here, Mr. Ares, but why are you here?” I inquired, you could easily tell this was simply to know what his thoughts happened to be in this whole ‘head’ business, although the line could sound like such a cliché I wasn’t the type to give a damn at the moment.

OOC: rofl, that NPC amuses me.

[jaspersable]

Panzer had to fight not to glare at the vampire who grabbed his hand right after Vito had released it. Will looked like he was fresh, and Panzer had no patience for excitable and overly enthusiastic people. Panzer gave him a polite nod, but otherwise ignored him, keeping his attention on Vito. He had been right in assuming that he was in charge at the moment, though if Will had been, Panzer would have left. He would not serve under such a weak excuse for a vampire. He couldn't even control his bloodlust. Panzer ordered a water from the waiter, no lemon. What he really wanted was a scotch, but he had a strict rule of not drinking while on the job. Technically a job interview was still a job, at least to him.

He considered Vito's question carefully, rolling it around in his mind before answering. "I'm here to succeed where your past heads have failed. Fucking shitcock!" Panzer's leg tried to kick out, but he supressed it, knowing that it would eventually do it anyways, and probably more violently then if he had simply allowed it to run its course in the first place. Other then that, he ignored his verbal outburst and continued. "I have a passion for what the position entails. I am my job."

It was then that his tic lashed back and sent his booted foot into Will's leg with a solid thump. He gave Will an apologetic look, but otherwise ignored his bodies betrayal and any reaction the vampire might have. He was just thankful he had kicked Will and not Vito. That would have ended badly. "You're not going to find anyone better then me Vito, I guarantee it."

[AKREE]

He seemed descent enough, arrived, handshakes were traded, well someone eagerly had taken his hand and attempted to seem friendly, but the action appeared more that of some crazy stalker or a moron would do in attempt to feel like he, she or it belonged here. Well he seemed more like a trained monkey in a suit right now rather than a fellow vampire co-worker, I could expect such manners from a vile werewolf, but from a vampire? Now was it just me but did the matter even seem more coarse and unwelcome when you took in the fact that this was a job interview, in any case we were supposed to attempt to seem like a place worth working in just as much as the human over there needed to seem presentable for the job. We weren't supposed to be attacking each other's hands in a pathetic attempt to seem to be able to fit in in some way or the other. In my opinion it was quite the opposite. Which would explain why I would turn to send a warning glare to my little partner, I was resisting the urge to scold him like the five-year old child he was behaving to be like. In any case I tried my best apologetic look to Mr. Ares direction, attempting to somehow apologize for my partners... rudeness. Still, I wasn't about to waste my time trying to show this kid manners, nor apologizing when it was clear it wasn't my intention that my partner be so rude. This is why I quickly changed subject and send my first little question to our visitor’s general direction. It was simply to know how he reacted and answered, we wouldn't have offered him to come here if we weren't absolutely sure he could do the job and do it well beforehand, but it was important to know how these characters reacted. Especially when around lovely members in Izan like Will over here.

There was a moment of brief silence, in which the man seemed to consider the question, good at least he used whatever he had of brains and didn't seem like the type to go ahead and shoot everything then ask questions... like the previous head. I would rather pull at my innards with my own two hands rather than having someone that rash as head again, we lost valuable fountains of information that way, sure he did the job right but at the end of the day we still had a lot to lose. Safe is to say I didn't like losing, even the most minimum of details; I just couldn't stand the idea of it. "I'm here to succeed where your past heads have failed. Fucking shitcock!" replied our little weapon’s dealer head to be to his unknown boss. I just stared, arching a brow in question, some part of me thinking that in this situation I would normally at least expect an explanation, I mean it’s not every day you’re called a fucking shitcock, though we must agree that this is a very creative manner of cursing and not to mention physically impossible… at least I hope it’s physically impossible else someone will have problems. I didn’t even give a sign of ever replying or in somehow pointing out his rude remark, I just attempted to stare him into submission, because I had done him no wrong and not to mention it was rather rude to bring all of those words while other people are eating around us. So this is why I just stared, I had enough of people behaving like children with Will I wasn’t about to handle it from someone who wanted to be a head. Still, warning bells rang at the back of my mind which prevented me from politely asking him to leave right there and then. That is when I remembered something in his record which would explain such behavior, something quite simple. Tourrettes. Ah, how could I forget? Still it would have been most considerate of him if would have apologized for such outbursts beforehand, more of a warning then anything. This is why my expression didn’t change, I just kept looking down at him expectantly and what I was expecting was a good damned apology.

"I have a passion for what the position entails. I am my job." he continued as if nothing had happened. I just stared, however Will seemed to be doing more of a half-gawking, half-glaring thing on his face. I just looked at him sideways and he seemed to understand this as a ‘You’re drooling all over the table, wipe your chin and close your mouth’ because he straightened himself and proceeded to half glare half stare and give a tight nod of acknowledgement. Of course then suddenly Ares’ legs decided it wanted to say ‘hello’ to Will and proceeded to near is knee, but the leg had been directed much too fast and it embedded itself in Will’s knee causing the vampire to flinch and all-out glare at Panzer despite the apologetic look. I could almost predict the future right that second as Will opened his mouth to say who-knows-what I interrupted with a “And what would make me think of having you in such a high position? Any experience? Anything that will lead me to believe there’s truly no one better than you, Mr. Ares?” I of course knew the answer already, his mother belonged in the army, army brat and you could pretty much predict what happened after that, still it was better to hear it from the person’s own mouth. Will scowled but otherwise stayed silent with his own thoughts. Well at least I shut him up.

[Panzer Xenos]

Had Panzer been a lesser man he would have squirmed in place from the look Vito was giving him. He supposed that on the off-chance Izan had not done their full research on him he should say something about his Tourettes. That and he could see that some of the other people dining at the restaurant were shooting dirty looks towards him. He couldn't exactly apologize for something that he had no control over, and wouldn't bother such a feeble attempt, though an explanation might be in order for Vito, at least. He so wasn't apologizing to Will though. You didn't apologize to underlings. How did he know Will wasn't a big dog? It was rather obvious just by watching him interact with Vito, looking for any sign of how he should be acting. Panzer figured that Vito must rather feel like an unwilling babysitter for the other vampire.

He listened intently to Vito's words, once more thinking before speaking. He was also trying to choke back any foul language that might spew from his lips, and keep his leg from possibly dislocating Will's knee should it lash out again. He took a drink of his water and cleared his throat. "I started physical training at a young age to help me gain control over my Tourettes, and was encouraged and trained by my ex-military mother. I have three years military experience and am well trained in many weapons and combat styles, having participated in freestyle fighting for a couple years and was a trainer for the junior tournaments." He cleared his throat again and his gaze never wavered from Vito's face. Eye contact was key.

"If you can find anyone else that surpasses me in my knowledge and abilities, let me know so that I may speak with the person." Panzer then offered a tight little smile and leaned back in his seat a little. "However, I was trained to be the best, and despite being nothing more then human, after years of fighting in the USA's version of the Underground against you supernatural types, I still sit before you applying for this job."

He wasn't being boastful or bragging in the least, but rather was telling it like it was. He knew where he stood, and he knew how very good he was at what he did. His mother didn't raise no uneducated and untrained When I say Hillshire you say farm!, that was for damned sure.

[AKREE]

He kept eye contact, talked without doubting for one minutes his words; he didn’t even show signs of thinking about fidgeting. He talked it like it was, confident his words were the truth and nothing but the truth, he could have been lying his face off for all I knew, but I wouldn’t even consider he was because of the confidence he used, every word carried out just as clearly as the next, he didn’t even blink. Of course I was aware he wasn’t lying, of course I made my research like I have clearly mentioned before and I knew this already, I just wanted to see his personality. If he was the type to have his head too far up his ass or if he was more humble or did he like attention, easily annoyed? Those kinds of little details that will make me see if he truly was. That was the reason behind this job interview, after all, if not I would have just told him he had the job and I was saved the trouble, but of course it wasn’t so simple. I had to make sure he was a good enough head not just because of his skills but his personality as well. In the end you were either capable or you weren’t.

"I started physical training at a young age to help me gain control over my Tourettes, and was encouraged and trained by my ex-military mother. I have three years military experience and am well trained in many weapons and combat styles, having participated in freestyle fighting for a couple years and was a trainer for the junior tournaments." he drawled on, he seemed to be proud of himself so far, not the ‘in-your-face proud’ but rather the ‘yes-I’m-not-messing-up pride.’ That was fine by me. Next to me I felt rather than saw Will fidget, attempting to drink the glass of blood in a socially accepted manner rather than gulp it all down as fast as possible like he probably desired to do. But he did seem to be paying attention to what Ares said, to his credit. The problem was that he made it blatantly obvious he was struggling between the glass of blood presented in front of him and paying careful attention to the guy’s words. However at least he was trying, I might not drop such a bad word on his behalf, but might make it clear that he needs more self control.

"If you can find anyone else that surpasses me in my knowledge and abilities, let me know so that I may speak with the person." he said, offering a slight smile. I merely blinked in response, allowing him to continue speaking, I wouldn’t interrupt him until he was done and by the way he leaned back and opened his mouth I could tell he wasn’t. "However, I was trained to be the best, and despite being nothing more than human, after years of fighting in the USA's version of the Underground against you supernatural types, I still sit before you applying for this job." he finished.

After which I offered a lazy grin that indicated that the following would be a question he should consider carefully before answering. But not too carefully, that would make me think he was lying. “Then pray tell what is a gentleman as skilled as yourself doing here? Interested in such a job with the very creatures he so bravely attempted to eliminate previously?” After sending the question in his general direction the waiter came again, asking for what we were ready to order, if he were smart he would take the interruption to chew the question around, surely he must have an answer prepared, but you never could tell. I simply ordered a mixture of some blood and wine, Will ordered some plate, but the words were lost to me, I was inspecting Mr. Ares every move, you could never be too careful.

[Panzer Xenos]

Panzer was beginning to dislike Will more and more, and spared a moment to wonder exactly why he was at the meeting in the first place. He truly hoped that - should he land this position - Will would not be serving beneath him. The kid looked like he'd sooner shoot himself in the foot then know that guns went 'bang'. He almost wanted to tell the kid to just knock back the blood and be done with it so that Will could better focus and not be so divided in what he wanted versus what he was supposed to be doing. He noticed that Vito seemed to be taking note of Will's behavior and actions as well, and Panzer decided not to speak a word. Vito looked to have things under control just fine, and if Will didn't get a talking to afterward it was none of Panzer's business. Unless the vampire turned out to be under Panzer's orders. Then he would make it his business.

Vito's question was to be expected, and Panzer didn't waste energy on a smile, allowing his eyes to show what little amusement he felt. He thought about ordering a full meal, but he didn't like eating in public, only in part because his Tourette's sometimes had him spit out his food in a bout of swearing. It made him a little self-conscious, but he was hungry and so decided a soup would probably be the safest option. He ordered last and watched as the waiter walked away, taking the moment of reprieve to scan the restaurant as well. He was still getting dirty looks shot at him from his last outburst, but there were a couple people who seemed to be all too obvious in ignoring him; yet Panzer knew that were paying close attention. They were probably other members of Izan, placed around the restaurant to keep an eye on him. After all, Will was far from thorough protection for Vito. But Panzer would hate to be wrong, and have some unknown enemies seated so near. For Vito's sake, he hoped they were allies.

"The elimination of your kind and the shifters paid better then mere When I say Hillshire you say farm!!" Panzer twitched and bit down on his temper; getting angry at himself would not help him. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Then mere humans. I have no grudge against your kind. It was merely good business at the time."

The invisible glances from the others in the restaurant were beginning to get on his nerves, especially those he suspected of being other Izan members. He lowered his voice and gave Vito some very good eye contact. "Are the others in this restaurant friends of yours?" He asked, completely dropping subtlety. He needed to know if he should be ignoring those that studied their table and the people seated at it, or if he should be paying closer attention. "Particularly the two men there, the man there, and the man and two women over there." He glanced briefly at each one in turn so that Vito may follow his gaze and either confirm or deny his suspicions. He just hoped Will would not make a spectacle, just in case they were enemies.

[AKREE]

He was watchful, careful. So far he had shown that, by the way his eyes would casually flit around the restaurant, trying not to focus of any specific person for more than necessary. Anyone who would have been more than ten feet away from him and wasn't able to identify behavioral patterns easily would just dismiss it as the man's curiosity for the building, I of course, could tell he was watching over every little detail, probably the Izan members who would be also paying close detail to the table, showing nothing like healthy interest, knowing that bunch. Of course they would pretend not to be paying attention, but by the positions of their body and the way almost all of them faced towards this specific table would hint in. Not many would have noticed this, it was just a matter of being observant, of noticing that when you dropped your voice their different 'conversations' seemed to hush down to mere whispers as they attempted to listen in, to see what would cause our little recruit-wanna-be to lower his voice. Occasionally they would probably actually be emerged in their own business, of ordering food and drinking and appearing like any other restaurant customer, but of course such things would be brief, they had other far more important business to be mindful of.

Once I had asked my question he seemed to mull it over a bit, he didn't show any outward sign of panicking or not having an answer ready, far from it, which was good and bad. Either he already knew what lie he would tell or he was a man who came well prepared for what he was going to do and when. A good quality to have in any businessman, especially one who would be dealing in such a dangerous sector, guns and ammo. Probably had its perks to work in such a department but that was far from the current subject. He ordered soup and after the waiter left he turned his attention back to me. To my relief Will seemed to be having an easier time with the blood now that he had finished it and, at least, had an expression of complete concentration and the like as he listened to Mr. Ares' words. "The elimination of your kind and the shifters paid better then mere When I say Hillshire you say farm!!" he began saying this rather casually, but then exploded in his little Tourette's which made the couple sitting next to our table groan and I swear I heard Will arch a brow as if saying 'Are we going to have to deal with this every goddamned day for the rest of our lives until either he dies of natural causes or is killed?' He was lucky that I could pretend I didn't know what expression he was pulling at the time so I didn't have to turn around and scold him like a five-year-old, but still, some thoughts are better not even be hinted at.

"Then mere humans. I have no grudge against your kind. It was merely good business at the time." he finished, without any further outburst to my relief. As a response or acknowledgment of his reply I simply nodded, partly because there wasn't anything to say and partly because he was leaning forward, which indicated that he hadn't finished and it would be rather rude of me to interrupt. "Are the others in this restaurant friends of yours?" he said, not caring to mask his question. I merely nodded and to everyone's relief Will either pretended the subject wasn't important or didn't make an effort to answer the question since I was sure he heard it just as well as I did. "Particularly the two men there, the man there, and the man and two women over there." he said, glancing briefly in their general direction.

It wasn't until he leaned back in his chair and pretended to look relaxed that I glanced at the direction he had pointed out. I knew the man and one of the women, from Izan, the resting one I had no idea who would it be. However I simply made a mental note to have someone dig into her, I knew every face in Izan and I was sure she wasn't one of them. Of course I wasn't about to let such a thing widely knows since for that intent I would need to reveal to maybe some unwanted listeners that we were here and he weren't sure she was with us. "Yes, they are with us." I replied simply, turning back my attention to Mr. Ares to see and/or catch his response.

OOC: Sorry for the wait, school hates me.

[Panzer Xenos]

Panzer had noticed Will's reaction to his Tourette's outburst, and needless to say, he wasn't impressed. If the young vampire thought that it was an ordeal to sit and listen to the profanity that emerged uncontrollably from Panzer's mouth, he would be hard pressed when he had to listen to the boring political speeches he no doubt would have to suffer through during his time with Izan. Panzer was torn between wanting to take an interest in Will so that, should he become a Head within the organization, he could tutor the man into learning proper protocol, and ignoring Will. The latter was winning for the moment, though if Will was to be under his leadership as Head of Weapons Dealings then he'd definitely have to have a word with him. So for now, he'd ignore him.

Then Vito spoke the words that would allow him to ignore those he had pointed out, though of course he couldn't stop completely now that he knew he was being observed. No, he would watch and observe in turn, getting to know his hopefully future coworkers. He would do so in a subtle manner, of course. He nodded and took a drink of water before sitting up straight and giving Vito most of his attention.

"Do you have any other concerns?" He inquired diplomatically. All job interviews were two sided. It was merely a matter of figuring out which side trumped the other. Vito and Izan clearly won, so Panzer would wait, and listen, and answer any other questions Vito asked him. Then he would ask a few questions of his own.

[AKREE]

One thing about job interviews, no matter how necessary or interesting the person you always brought along to be interviewed could be, there was always some point when they began boring you. Right now this all seemed a little too dull for my tastes, but I was forced to take it all in, calmly. The process was necessary, no matter how much I would have adored skipping the whole scenario, alas, I could not. But, because it was necessary to endure the endless question and answer session I just simply tried to make the best of it. Sure it was dull, but at least my patience wasn’t waning with that of Will’s bad manners and the little fellow’s over there stream of never ending curses and profanities that seemed to spew out of his mouth and land on my ears. Every time he exploded his voice seemed to almost grate against my sensitive hearing and it wasn’t because he yelled, no it was because everyone seemed to take me lightly by surprise and thus making it even more unpleasant to hear. This seemed to be one thing Will and I agreed to at the time, however, unlike him I didn’t flinch or glare every time one such moment came, I merely accepted it, attempting to ignore it as one would ignore the decorations in a your own house. It was simply there, and I should either get used to it or try to accept it or my patience would start waning into nothing, which, isn’t recommended by the general public.

Mr. Ares seemed to relax at the news that these were not enemies. But because he spoke nothing I decided to leave him to contemplate his own silence. I was content with simply waiting a few minutes until he realized that this wasn’t an observational booth and rather a job interview, which he would do nicely not to forget. I turned my mind, trying to remember what have I asked as to not to repeat the questions, more? Of course there were more questions, the more he would talk the more I would know about him and his personality. This was important, he had to be aggressive and willing to punish and give orders but also have a touch of gentle persuasion about him, one that would not allow you to suspect that this man would actually be part of Izan. Not to mention that he had to have the idea ingrained into his frontal lobe that no word of Izan should ever escape his lips or I would have his head on my desk. Not that anyone would know of this, of course. "Do you have any other concerns?" he inquired, politely. I nodded, though I didn’t say anything, wanting to see how he would react to silence. Of course, I didn’t leave him hanging for extended periods of time, but enough to make the sudden lack of any words noticeable. During which I took a calm sip of the blood mixed with wine that rested before me, after I turned my eyes back to him.

“Can you tell us what do you know about your maybe future job?” I inquired, it seemed like an innocent enough question, but of course I could almost hear a few of the crows familiar with what was going on tense, just a tiny bit. One thing was that this organization was extremely secretive to when it came and what it did; anyone who marched inside it would know information about it, of course. But more importantly would be the extent of what they knew. Some had contacts within Izan, in this case it was acceptable that they knew a few stray details, but even then there was a line that only people strictly within the building should know off. In addition, the adding of the word ‘maybe’ in that question stressed the fact that he was still not chosen for the job and that the interview could still either lean in favor or against his better intentions. It all depended on his answers, always did, so there was no point in saying that out loud. Still, he was doing well for the time, let’s hope no one in the building feels threatened in any way or else there could be trouble.

OOC: t's crap, sorry.

[Panzer Xenos]

Panzer kept most of his attention on Vito, as he rang as the biggest threat in the entire restaurant at the moment. Panzer was by no means psychic, but even he could tell that this vampire wasn't someone to be fucked with. He had never been so frustrated in his life before (well, almost) as he did now. Vito was toying with him, rather like a cat batting at an injured bird. Though this cat was a like a cougar, and the injured bird was more like an eagle with a broken wing. It was anyone's game, but Panzer wasn't about to be treated like nothing more then prey. He was a predator in his own right, and his employer would need to understand that.

So when Vito fell into silence, Panzer gazed steadily at him, letting the vampire see his determination and resolve written across his features. He would not be intimidated into being a meek little sheep for these people. If they couldn't handle him as the predator he was, human or not, they wouldn't want him under their employment anyways.

So when Vito finally broke the tense quiet, Panzer was prepared with an answer. After all, the job title - Head Weapons Dealer - rather gave it away. He pitched his voice lower, not wanting any of the 'normal' customers to overhear. "I know I'll be high up, though not the highest, obviously. I know I'll be dealing with my area of expertise - weapons. I know I'll be working for and with vampires."

He said this all as factual, being careful to put no emotion in his words, and not making any assumptions. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for his Tourette's keeping their peace while he spoke, ignoring the fact that his right leg continued to jerk a little under the table, though thankfully it didn't have near enough force to kick either Vito or Will.

"I'm not sure about the finer details, such as the organization's goal, or the sort of people I'll be enlisted to sell too, among other things." Well, holy shit, he was on a role with not cursing. He cleared his throat, but that was alright; it wasn't a shouted profanity. "But should I get the job, I am prepared to do what it takes to be the best. Fucking cunt!"

Well, one couldn't expect his Tourette's to behave all the time.

[AKREE]

When I asked my question there seemed to be just silence for a few seconds, as if everyone was struggling to hear the answer, and I was glad to report that Mr. Ares immediately understood the message, dropping his voice so as to make it that no unwanted visitors caught ear of the conversation. "I know I'll be high up, though not the highest, obviously. I know I'll be dealing with my area of expertise - weapons. I know I'll be working for and with vampires." he said. I looked closely at his expression, trying to analyze if he was keeping something or not and then nodded. “That is the gist of it, correct,” was my response, trying to keep my voice just low enough so that they did not fall upon unwanted ears, but loud enough so that any of the people from Izan, with their sensitive hearing could at least make out that Mr. Ares was not about to be chopped into little pieces and fed to crocodiles as breakfast, not yet at least, it was simply staying that so far he was answering well. Normally assuring someone’s words like this would loosen the tongue and allow one to know if that was all they knew to it or if there was more.

"I'm not sure about the finer details, such as the organization's goal, or the sort of people I'll be enlisted to sell too, among other things." he continued in the same low voice he had used before. I simply nodded again, sideways glancing at Will which cell phone had just gone off, he seemed to be reluctant to answer it, but after a few seconds of doubt he reached for his pocket, pulled out the device and looked at the screen, blinking in what looked like confusion as he did so. But of course there was not much of a point in paying attention to his call, so I turned to look at Ares yet again, not wanting to interrupt his words because of a simple call. If Will didn’t move it was probably because it was someone from Izan itself calling, in which case it was probably best that he remained in the protective circle of different workers stationed across the restaurant. "But should I get the job, I am prepared to do what it takes to be the best. Fucking cunt!" he said, starting quite alright, but exploding into his little curse words as his sentence came to an end. This time I merely sighed and chuckled slightly at the kind of joke that just popped into my mind.

Yes, Mr. Ares, I’m sure you have what it takes to be the best “fucking cunt,” I thought to myself, trying again not to chuckle.

However any other words were immediately cut off and any further conversation suspended, simply because Will turned towards me and offered me his phone. I looked at it and arched a brow, hoping I would be enlightened as to the identity of the caller, since the phone screen simply stated “private” showing neither a number nor a useful name to help identify the caller. Will however didn’t seem to provide much information other than that, but since my confused stare was beginning to turn into a disapproving grown he hastily added “Boss says to charge your phone,” he added again, voice barely above a whisper. However since I had a pretty good idea what kind of boss would say anything like that I quickly took the device towards my ear, sighed and managed to mutter a low “What?” I asked, not surprised to hear Vince’s voice on the other side, muttering some disagreements on how Will can’t follow orders and asking my presence in his office. I just answered with a hasty “Be there in five,” which was really a logical reaction one would take towards their boss, but really if I happened to be somewhere else I’d tell him where he could shove his interruptions.

My eyes turned towards Ares, hanging up the phone and silently passing it on towards the awaiting Will. “It seems this interview is finished,” I stated with what hopefully looked like a friendly smile. “We will call if we decide to choose you,” I added, rising to a stand and pushing my hand forward for a “farewell” shake. “You’ll know if you’re chosen in a week’s time.”

[Panzer Xenos]

He arched an eyebrow at Vito's show of amusement at his Tourette's, but refrained from commenting with some effort. Instead he turned gleaming eyes to Will, who's cellphone he had graciously ignored before when it rang in the middle of him speaking, and observed him handing the phone to Vito. Panzer's other eyebrow rose to the same height as the other one at Will's words. Ah, so the boss himself was calling, was he? He straightened up immediately, his leg giving a small kick that scuffed his boot on the floor.

He was disappointed when the conversation didn't last long at all, giving him no time to gleam any hints that he could use to find out more information about Izan and the mysterious boss. He watched the phone exchange hands again and wondered if it would hurt his chances of getting the job position if he tried to follow Vito. He immediately decided against it. Pissing off vampires was one thing. Pissing off an entire organization of vampires was quite another. Even if the HQ seemed to be very nearby. After all, five minutes in London traffic? It was either a block away or Vito had a jet pack hiding somewhere.

Panzer stood and grasped Vito's hand, offering his own small smile. "I look forward to your call," He said, the possibility of him not being hired not even crossing his mind. The interview had gone well, all things considered - he spared a glance at Will before offering his hand to him as well. Had they not been interrupted, Panzer had the sneaking suspicion Vito would have grown bored of the formalities very quickly. Besides, Izan would be absolutely foolish not to hire him. Not that he'd ever say as much aloud, but his slightly smug expression probably said plenty.

[AKREE]

I noticed Mr. Ares’ curiousness towards the call and I could not help but feel menaced by his show of brow arching. Sure, it was a natural and understandable reaction to a certain degree, he was joining a company, better yet, a mafia which he possessed next to no knowledge of and he was joining it willingly, a place not only completely mysterious to him, but also interesting. After all if he had not found something interesting in it he would not be here in the first place. It wasn’t everyday a person spontaneously decided to join an organization of criminals, a thing that could not only cost you your life but a lifetime of jail as well. Meaning that he would not take the option of joining in the first place lightly, that is, if he planned to take his job seriously which, so far, he seemed to be leaning towards taking this business seriously, because after all, organization of criminals or not, this was just business in the end.

However, not even once did this stop me from feeling uncomfortable, this was my business we were talking about, after all, regardless of what others may be fooled to believe. And being in such a high position, even if only secretly had taught me many things and one of them being: curiosity killed the cat, there were better things best left unknown. One could never risk getting caught in the wrong place at the wrong time because of mere curiosity, in this business it got people killed, I had seen it many times and, in fact, I had ordered it many times. A certain assassin was getting too feisty, digging his nose in what he shouldn’t have. A weapon’s dealer began questioning the organization and started asking too many questions. It was wise to keep in mind that these were all criminals in their own way and they were here for a reason, not to mention, it was wise not to bother a mafia not only crawling with criminals and guns, but also, vampires.

And Mr. Ares was just human, and humans could be killed many ways. Shots. Stabbing. Hanging. Suicide. Or maybe they would find themselves in the stomach of a dog.

Things seemed to happen quite often, yet, no one ever heard about it.

However, before I could draw the wrong conclusions from my own head I steered from that train of thought, concentrating on the normal aspect of this, even if normal was quite the sketchy concept. Normally one would be naturally curious about such a thing; it was really nothing to worry about. Even if my mind kept flitting towards all the possibilities I mostly ignored my thoughts, and of course kept any thought from my expression. If anything seeming to frown in “concentration” attempting to catch every one of Vince’s words on the phone, at least, I certainly hoped it look like concentration or merely a sign of being displeased by some odd or disturbing piece of news.

After this formalities were given and although you couldn’t visibly see anyone in the restaurant stand up to leave or anything of the matter if you would be observant enough you would notice how those of the farthest tables seemed to relax. The action would not have been visible unless you were searching for it, but from the way they seemed to turn their eyes more towards whoever happened to be accompanying them rather than observing the decorations of the restaurant one could identify that emotion.

"I look forward to your call,"

“Hopefully we see each other again soon,” was my reply, giving him the benefit of doubt by adding that single word in front of that sentence.