ㅤㅤTo say that Wolf was a contentious figure would be an understatement, some of the reports gained about him making for difficult reading for anyone with a shred of empathy— but personal morals can be temporarily set aside when tunnel vision desperation comes into play, the bigger picture far more appealing than the expense of a few. What mattered most was gaining results, the elder very rarely not getting his own way with any endeavour he’d set his mind to ( claw marks remaining in the place of scant losses ), this recent spell of miserable incidents costing him far more than he could ever imagine - Terry Silver’s pride had been irrevocably bruised, and for those within his crosshairs, there’d be hell to pay. There’s a thoughtful hum with the comparison between the two star students, and while any footage reviewed online didn’t show any intricate detail, it was enough to garner his interest.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤZara was incredibly agile whereas Axel was an iron wall, a combination of two very different techniques of fighting style that would make them unstoppable given their adaptability to an opponent, the man wondering to himself whether the footage of neither of them conceding any points during bouts was accurate. Silver can understand wanting to maintain one’s own image ( as he’s sure the social media influencer does ), but when you have a third party audience advocating as such, it makes intriguing viewing. “ Wise boy. Sometimes a little mystique is preferable, but balance can be key. ” Be that as it may, that didn’t mean the old man himself wasn’t shy from the limelight, often enjoying the attention and revelling in it when the opportunity struck, mindful of those who faded into the background into inevitable obscurity. “ But I can’t blame your other champ for wanting to capitalise on her achievements. Being at her prime with only room for improvement, whether she’s given it any consideration or not, she’s paving a way for her future. ”
ㅤㅤA grin ticks into place, momentarily chancing upon the other glancing at the eye catching pendant. “ And by extension, yours. ” There’s a faint shift in the sensei’s mien when identities come into question, Terry’s smug expression unrelenting, a confidence in place that’s undeterred by Wolf’s unease ( thriving from it ) - he currently knows of… three aliases the other goes by, and while his team were on the brink of cracking a fourth when a case of genuine mistaken identity came into play, he put a stop to the investigation the moment they’d successfully tracked the man’s whereabouts, the need to continue seemingly frivolous at this point ( but later? who knows… ). “ Wolf it is, ” he croons in acceptance, quietly impressed by the lack of overt apprehension reflected back, occasions in the past where some would simply call it quits even at this early stage when personal intrusion came into play, unable to stomach the depths in which an interested party would go.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ You could say that, but I think you’ll find there isn’t much beyond my reach. I can be a very useful resource to have at your disposal. Think of this partnership as one of mutual benefit. Anything you need, just say the word— ” Speaking of intrusions, he halts when the vendor’s creaking wheels cuts through their charged conversation, a flicker of heightened irritation segueing to a widening of blue eyes, squarely staring at the frame of the ramshackle cart with its peeling outer coating and rusted edges - Wolf vociferously haggles to sate his hunger, but Terry isn’t interested in what the little vendor has to offer, instead fixated on a red stripe that’s been freshly painted along the base, (im)patiently waiting for attention to veer his way. An arm subsequently rests against the jagged upper surface, the gesture covering a pane of murky glass where fried critters are on display, leather dangerously close to droplets of oil and flecks of flaking salt, cunning eye contact dangerously poised.
ㅤㅤ“ Mmm, I’m looking for something that’s not on your regular menu. ” A knuckle raps against the vibrant motif in a manner that’s so utterly casual as if an order of fries or a hamburger had been requested, except the seller freezes on the spot, gaze shifting between the two customers with an unsuccessfully feigned murmur of broken English of how there was a lack of availability— But that answer doesn’t cut it, the elder looming with a nigh predatory expression - a number of establishments carried a licence for traditional medicines, but there was also a rampant black market trade for certain remedies, those with heavy taxation or fines in place on account of being banned due to animal cruelty, environmental concerns or a depletion of natural resources ( none of which are of his concern ). Hand slipping into the inner pocket of Silver’s jacket, a hefty wad of baht is extracted along with a card for the hotel he was staying at, the digits twitching back while watching the other give into temptation to reach out for them both.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ Have someone stop by before 8 AM. ” The card is sharply pressed against the vendor’s chest along with a single bill, the rest of the money pocketed after this little game of show-and-tell. “ My associate and I have a flight to catch. ”
ㅤㅤThe cabin crew are hard at work in the background mid flight, and while the scantest outline of the overly lavish Grand Lisboa casino is visible from a window to indicate they weren’t too far from their arrival, Terry’s thoughts are a little distant, concentration upon the two men’s conversation unnervingly ebbing and flowing in drips and drabs. He’d like to think it’s due to an amalgam of lack of sleep and a hangover, but he knows his body’s limitations, something else gnawing away at him as line of vision trails over an insignia sewn into a napkin. A digit idly worries over the letters TS, a nail snagging on loosening thread from the repetitive motion - while an acquaintance ( read: someone who didn’t want to get on his wrong side based on a prior bad experience ) had pulled a few strings to get them this particular jet, in essence it’s no longer his anymore, a diminishment of personal ownership setting irate nerve endings alight.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThere’s a pause as spoken words peter out, a ringing in Silver’s ears that commences to subside, broad palms raising to firmly press along his crown where freshly washed and tied back hair make for a much neater look. “ Sorry, a lot on my mind. ” The faintest croak of a chuckle slips out from the depths of his throat, peering to the sensei sitting opposite from him within the comfort of a singular chair, tanned leather and sleek wood adorning their immediate surroundings - despite the unseemly environment that they’d met in, the way Wolf carries himself, it almost looks like he belongs in such opulence, a deep breath taken in as a hand gestures to the other to continue. “ Start again from the top. ”
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