Thread: Traniers up's and down's

Lox's eyes narrowed viciously from within the hidden confines of his helmet. He had heard the soft growl from his newly purchased pet, and his temper had flared violently because of that small show of disdain he had received from what was supposed to be his servant. Lox walked stiffly through the market, his arms and hands barely moving as it was obvious even through the weighted and heavy gloves that they were shaking ever so slightly. Others stared, expectantly at the neko he was leading around but this time eyes were crossed him and then averted due to the shift in his scent. Anyone from anywhere could tell he was enraged, even with the unmoving creepy leer his mask presented something about this girls defiance had rubbed him the wrong way and though in silence he didn't want to look at her for fear of either striking or belittling her here and now. It was a short walk to the car, and with a smile the driver started the vehicle even as Lox opened the door for the neko to get inside before getting in and closing the door behind him. The driver had looked back but the smile was gone as he noticed Lox's movement and looked suspiciously at the young girl. My weapons Wilson. The man responded instantly and handed Lox a heavy looking black case with two heavy duty latches sealing it. Popping them open Lox removed a large heavy looking magnum that fit perfectly in an odd and sparse metal and plastic loop at his right side on his belt, along with an old but very sharp K-bar that slid into a holster on the small of his back. From within the case, a simple and yet large bullet proof vest hugged his chest and back as he replaced the empty sockets in his belt with preloaded clips for his revolver and settled back against the seat feeling a little better at being fully dressed. It was against the rules to carry weapons openly in the market, and it was one of the only true safe zones where a person could walk without the chance of getting shot but Lox could still feel his nerves being rubbed the wrong way by the neko's simple growls. I take it Master Lox things went ill with Vixy? Should I have the support cut from underneath her? The elderly man looked perturbed that Lox was in such a mood, and was already on the way out of the market before hitting the open highway. No Wilson, it was not Vixy's fault nor was it the fault of three very unlucky individuals who decided to stand in my way. Sadly.... I hoped for something I never should have Wilson, and I paid for it dearly. I should have known better than to hope for the impossible but sometimes it's unavoidable. Home Wilson, I'd like to cool my temper for a while before I hold my appointment with Noir. She knows what I'm up to today, and she'll find my request for a later time amusing. At the very least, I'll enjoy stomping all over her expectations as far as what I'll be doing in that time. Wilson nodded and looked back sadly at Lox from the rear view mirror before glaring openly at the neko sitting on the other side of the roomy car. You are too kind Master Lox, even if your trying to be cruel you are too kind. Looking over at the rear view mirror, Wilson's eyes narrowed at the neko as he spoke again. I don't know you, but it would do you well to be wary. Not of Master Lox, but everyone else who cares for his state, and I'll be the first to say it worries me to she Lox angered, just as it will worries the others, and enrage them that somehow you can get under his skin so quickly. I doubt Lox will ever strike you, but plenty of others would be happy to see you gone if this continues. Lox's helmet shifted to look at Wilson more directly, and quietly Wilson spoke something in an odd language before dipping his head and concentrating on the road. Lox hated other being able to read him so easily, but Wilson had been around for long enough for Lox to trust his advise, even if it meant that he was wrong or erred in some fashion.