Johannes stepped out of the warm and comfortable limousine and into the harsh and chilled wind coming from the bay, sweeping across the tarmac. Unconsciously he inhaled, smelling the mixture of ocean salt, tire rubber, and jet fuel. Closing the door behind him, he waited impassively as the large plane taxied nearby, its engines slowing. Not ( Read more... )

Walking from his son's plane, Johannes noted Adal's adherence to duty with a slight smile. The Cesna had been prepped and ready for a hasty takeoff if need be, as he has ordered. He hadn't flinched even as the seething rage of Johannes' words rolled forth, detailing the demise of Dirk Jágerman. With a well-deserved yet rarely given word of ( Read more... )

The cool gusts whipping across the tarmac did little to falter Johannes' stride towards the awaiting plane, his suitcoat hanging over his left arm, a small briefcase in his right. His contacts distorted his perception of the evening more than he would have liked, but it was a small price to pay should any mortal meet his unerring gaze and see the ( Read more... )

Huddled within a studio apartment not much bigger than the bare mattress upon which he sat, Johannes paid little attention to the word outside the grimy and weathered window. Dim moonlight overtaken by harsh neon, the otherwise unlit interior was a garish combination of flickering green and pink but he paid little attention its adornments. Garbed ( Read more... )

Johannes stood nearly dumbfounded as he heard the man's words. The warm breeze ( Read more... )

His month-grown beard and long hair framing his face, light blue contacts in his eyes, Johannes leaned heavily against a building's crumbling facade, almost slouching. Though he appeared drunk and homeless in his stained and worn overcoat, ripped pants, and layered shirts, his attention was far from wondering in an alcoholic haze, focused instead ( Read more... )

Thick mist muffling the sights and sounds of the world outside, Johannes stared blankly ahead, facing opulent windows and the cold atmosphere thereby in an opulent office chair, lost within his own thoughts. Dr. Castille, Starley, had of late caused the Savage a great deal of turmoil, a feat not easily accomplished even by those attempting to ( Read more... )

( Beauty and her Beast, Part 2 )

OOC: A huge thank-you to Erin for the great scene! My oh my will this change their relationship. Definitely new doing such an extended scene via email, but I think the results turned out alright :)

( Beauty and her Beast Part 1 )

Though his pistols sat uncomfortably between Johannes and the rough bench from which he absently watched the landscape pass, such annoyances were almost beneath notice and his thoughts remained uninterrupted. His first interaction with the Prince of Phoenix was as one relatively unknown within kindred society, especially outside his home region. ( Read more... )