Originally posted by BOWCharlieMoon
No it's cooked just rare....i always have my stakes rare...:: She cut int it red juices spilling over the plate, before chewing on the piece of meat and almost murring as she did before swallowing:: I thought you weren't in...
Jacc grabbed his drink from the fridge and walked over to the table, opening it before he took a seat. "Been in for a while. Had a nap and then woke up. not a very productive day."
He looked up as the plate was pushed away, noticing a look in her eyes that resembled a slight touch of pain. "Still feeling it from the other night, then? You shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard so quickly after that. It's not healthy." He stood and walked over to the window, watching outside to see if anything unusual was happening.
Name: The Master
Age: physically 27
Height: 6'0"
Weight (optional): 179 Lbs.
Hair: very short blond
Eyes: brown
Species: werewolf
Alliance: werewolf
Weapon(s) Of Choice: 2 USP pistols with silver-lined, UV ammo, when in werewolf form he carries a scythe
Background Story: Born during the Dark Ages, The Master has been around controlling the werewolves behind the scenes he was the partner of lucian
((spaz again ill be jumpin in in a few my account got stuck LOL just like me))
He shook his head, lighting a cigarette as he did so. "No one wants to tell me anything... I think it's time for a new approach." He walked over to his jacket and pulled out his phone, running through the contacts list as he continued. "I think it's time we considered going in undercover and see if we can't infiltrate some underground groups... And I know just the guy to get us in..." He stopped suddenly on his phone, the display reading "Master."
Undercover.....hmmm sounds......- she couldn't find the right word but anything to forget about her aching body- exciting....who's your contact?...- she drank out of her cup of tea and pushed herself upto her feet as she placed it back down on the table and wandered over to stand in the sunlight a little-
Jacc sat down in the floor, pulling up a loose floorboard and removing some documentation from it. "Damien Toishi. They call him the Master. He's been a Lycan since long before I was, and he owes me a handful of favors for saving his sorry skin on a few occasions. I don't have any photographic shots of him, and his cell number's been changed, but I think I can still get ahold of him if I can get a meeting in to talk with the manager of the Ninetails downtown." He shuddered, remembering picking up a vampiress one night by mistake and nearly being killed by her in the exact same bar. "In any case, he's very elusive, very enigmatic... and is involved in practically every Lycan crime ring there ever was."
<<dude, it's Jacc... and you realize that it's my aprtment you just dropped into, right? read back a bit, man... ignoring, spaz... try again, dude.>>
"Positive, Hope." He stood, carving another line into the desk, as another day had passed. "It's the only way I'm gonna find her. Ever. And I'll risk anything for my sister."