[Maddox Devereaux]

all welcome. : )

He needed to go somewhere to forget it all. The trial, the pregnancy (although this had to be one of the few good things happening in his life right now), his unlucky knack for screwing things up worse than they already were. Her rights. Genevieve had rights? Who knew. Of course he should have, but the excitement and adrenaline of finally cornering her and capturing the woman he hated hadn't quite worn off on time for him to process the professional steps he should have taken. Now he was at risk of losing his position, a hefty amount of cash that Maddox didn't quite feel like acknowledging at the moment, as well as whatever dignity he had left. The current Kuhina of the Maka'i (for now at least) was riddled with thoughts as he tore his way up the rocky outcrop. The wind was harsh and cold, but it was nothing that could make him turn back and descend. Instead it felt fresh and woke him, which was good considering it was only eight'oclock in the morning. It was almost too easy to sneak out of bed from Amelia these days. She was like a sleeping bear-- or tiger?, completely out of it and not even the slightest of nudges could wake her. It was probably because of the baby, although he really didn't know all too much about these sort of things to understand thoroughly. Maybe he should. Perhaps pulling out a random book at the library would prepare him acceptably; either that, or the attempt would just set him up for more failure. It couldn't hurt, right?

They said this was a safe place, but who were 'they', anyway? Maddox hardly ever took the advice of anyone he didn't know, let alone someone that didn't exist, and especially with such a broad range of possibility. But he needed to go somewhere because lying awake staring at the ceiling just wouldn't do for him. Lately he'd had no problems sleeping which was an unsual rarity for the man who relied on taking Ambien systematically for the past ten years. Things were stressing him now. The trial mostly. The date was set for a week and he was nervous more than he showed to any of his other two family members. Maddox wondered if Nick even fully understood and Amelia was just always there being her usual glowing supportive self, which of course he appreciated. It didn't change the fact that he felt alone in this. He didn't believe in anything so he didn't pray; there was nothing much to believe, in his opinion, but fate (although even that was dicey) and complete bad luck (which unfortunately for Maddox, he'd been dealt more than his share of). "One small thing. How could I forget it?" His mutter was quiet and rage-filled, but muffled by the crash and thunder of water hitting the sides of the rock. The spray hit him all over, tingling his skin and cooling his anger. But could this mistake rest entirely on his shoulders? Nobody ever said anything; no one had asked. Of course if he had been questioned a month ago, Maddox would have only scoffed and said Genevieve hardly deserved anything worth an ounce of fairness. He went to school to be a Police Officer. He knew the routines and normal processes of everything, knew how to deal with criminals. Yet somehow in his revenge-seeking mind, the word 'criminal' had not even covered half of what he felt towards Genevieve Denuar. In other words, he had not deemed her a person.

Sighing with frustration, Maddox climbed the perch of rocks, being careful not to twist his foot into some pothole and fall. Because only that could make his life more hellish. Well, that wasn't true. He could plummet and drown, which was extremely likely even if he was a strong swimmer because the violent tides whipping around right below looked deadly. Nobody would find him if that happened. He would disappear off the face of the earth quite literally, and nobody would find his body. Maddox pondered this quietly as he caught his breath. Amelia would have their baby by herself, Nick would lose yet another father figure, and... who else was there? Cali wasn't speaking to him. She would probably be glad, actually, to know that he was gone and dead. The ass who was such a jerk wouldn't be around to treat her like shit. And then there was Joseph. Maybe Elliot. But what about his unborn daughter? Shouldn’t she meet her dad? Maybe it would be better if she never did. Who the hell was he kidding? Why was he thinking this? Too fucking easy to make death look like an accident. Maddox pushed down the second thought that rose to match this, the one that very rarely surfaced to remind him of a death he had caused and witnessed nearly thirteen years ago. For a couple seconds, he just looked out at the water that stretched on for however long, feeling completely fragile and small. It frustrated him to no end. "I didn't mean to screw up again!" I don't even try to. How was it that whenever he tried to do something right, tried to help someone or bring justice, tried to help someone move on from loving his sorry undeserving ass, it always seemed to crash down on him? He always got some sort of fucking punishment.

With a grumble, Maddox bent down and retrieved a smaller rock and chucked it into the waves that fought to climb up to meet him. The throw was hard and nearly tore a muscle through his arm, but there was no effect. The whites engulfed the rock entirely, and he lost sight of it. Maddox remained like this, and it probably appeared completely hilarious f anyone was watching. He continued to angrily walk along the edge, picking out loose rubble and each time trying to throw it further out until gradually he began to tire himself out.

[Sascha Svyatoslav]

With every minute that ticked by, the genius was growing ever so restless. He had slept for a total of fifteen minutes over the last two days, him either being out with Kyuu, in the lab, testing on rats and other pests, trying to manifest the powers into the rats before he was able to make a vile of a counter to the vaccine that had instilled the powers into the people, why he had been using rats? Because he'd yet to capture a human to test on, nor did he have a chamber to put the human into to keep it's mouth shut. He'd probably do something like sew their mouth shut or something completely and utterly ridiculous. He could feel the hostility growing in him every day as well. In fact, with the hostility, came the ability to pick things up with his mind, and throw them, or really do anything he wanted with said projectile. He had been freaked out when he first did it, not really understanding what was going on, but he figured that with the new found intelligence, there was something else that had to be of use in battle. Being able to throw things and even use things to shield himself from attacks was a very very good asset and he was glad that he had found the power before anyone really had a chance to figure out what exactly he could do. He probably would only use this mental capability to either force his underlings into submission when they stepped out of line, or he would use this to capture his civilians. Whichever one, probably both, and whatever else he could think of to use it with, including experiments and using it as extra hands to get chemicals or whatever else he needed.

Sascha was alone on this journey to wherever he was going to. He had gotten distracted from what he was doing (whatever that was anyways. He probably was going out to think, or going out to get something from the store or something. Maybe he was going to eat something. Who knows?) and somewhere along the line, he had found himself walking along the cliffs, somewhat lost in a distant daydream. What he was thinking about was completely beyond me, and probably beyond himself with as fast as his mind kept moving and moving. He looked out to the sun that would soon be shining in the sky. Sascha pulled his eyes away, unwilling to damage them, as well as the fact that he could also feel himself becoming exhausted. His mind had been running so hard, and he had learned something new this morning, and exercised it since he had figured out that he could do it, and now, his mind was finally ready to slow down and sleep. He hadn't felt this tired in days. He almost welcomed the feeling as the ocean breeze had brushed it's way through his brown locks. He continued to walk along the cliffs' edge , a glazed look over tired eyes that, yes, actually showed others that he hadn't slept in awhile, and that he was tired. He finally was tired. He let a soft sigh come from his lips, not noticing it as he did so. I didn't mean to screw up again! the voice was far off, but it had snapped him out of his dream world and back into the real world. He looked in the distance and saw another man walking along the edge.

Sascha stopped for a moment. He watched the man from far off. He had been picking up rocks and throwing them to their doom. Sascha had narrowed his eyes at the other male, finding something familiar about the male. Sascha started to walk again towards the male and once he had been close enough to see the detail of the male's face, he was quick to realize who exactly this was. Maddox Devereaux. Sascha's eyes still were narrowed behind his aviator sunglasses as he walked along towards the kid. Well, actually Sascha didn't know how old the guy was, but kid was just a default assumption that he made. He shouldn't have made it, but he always did. It wasn't like he cared anyways. You zhrow your arm out eef you keeps doing zhat. the calm words came from the mouth of the Russian. He treated the other as an equal, for now. Sascha did know that this man, he ad in the government. He knew the man was his enemy right off the bat, but, BUT Sascha wasn't going to tip the male off to his own alliance. The less they knew about the Aldega, the more unorganized they would go into battle with his crew. He knew that, and he was glad that the Ma'kai were stupid for now. So you mades eet here too, I sees. the Sol spoke to the man. Go ahead Maddox. Try and arrest the man for what you know he was guilty of. Do it and see what happens.

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[Maddox Devereaux]

fail post, and a little short. i'm sorryyy

It was a sound that came sharply from just behind and it made Maddox spin and whirl around, completely astonished to see the sight of an all too familiar man. There was something said about the damage the throws could cause his arm, but this wasn't important. Besides, the accent was so strong and the winds were so high Maddox could barely distinguish the exact wording anyway. Standing there as he tried to catch his breath in heaves, the two men locked eyes and Maddox swung out his last rock, watching it fall, fall, and then... nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. When it was completely engulfed by white waves, he swung back to face Sascha. Yep, he had figured out who his companion was, and it wasn't someone Maddox thought of in an overly kind way. Brown eyes narrowed as he brushed off the front of his shirt, sqauring his shoulders and doing his general best to appear calm and collected. It was all so far from the truth. "Trig? Hi." He said it hesitantly, still a little unclear as to what he should call the man who for a few months Maddox had been recieving illegal drugs from in order to provide for the motor mouth German known as Kevin Symanski. If truth be told, Maddox wasn't overly fond of the dealer. He was... for lack of a better term, out of it. He was quiet and it sort of freaked Maddox out, not that he had any right to judge since he was extremely reserved himself. Still, there was something definitely off about this remarkable stranger.

But strangers they shouldn't be, for here they were all the way in Honolulu with history back in Venice. Did this not account for a first name basis? Maddox pondered this for a moment, rocking back on the heels of his shoes and looking down at them once. He noted that they were tattered and torn, completely black from the soot and dirt of his climb. Oh well, so he needed to go to the store. What else was new. With his hands now finding their way back into his pockets, Maddox clenched the inside of his jeans at the soft fabric, the soothing feeling a stark contrast to his earlier hold on jagged rocks. His fingers were sore from the sheer strength of his effort. "So are you ever going to tell me your real name or is that just all part of the fun for you?" Maddox shook his head and turned slightly to look out at the water, quirking his mouth to the side as he inhaled a deep sigh. "Man sorry, forget it. You caught me at a really bad time." But didn't he want company? Wasn't it what he craved? Not in the form of illegal drug dealers, it wasn't. Maddox thought it through, suddenly sure. Maybe this was the real reason behind his complete shut down of socialization with the mysterious figure.

Shaking his head once, Maddox took a giant step towards the man he knew to be 'Trig', tilted his head and analyzed him closely. The sun was still very bright in the sky, the beginning of a new day. He could feel the heat of it beating down against his scarred back as his brows shot up, smirking once and then speaking in clarification, "I could easily sell you out, you know. But I'm in too much of a mess right now with work as it is." Yes Maddox, because that was definitely something you should announce. Idiot.

[Sascha Svyatoslav]

OOC: Ewh, this is short too. Dx

Steel eyes were on the male of the same height, though little did they look alike. The man by the name of Maddox Devereaux had brown hair and brown eyes, while the Russian was stuck with his blue eyes and brown hair that matched the other's. Their face shape was also different, Sascha's being of the heart shape and Maddox's being square. Trig? Hi. the male would speak to him after watching the last stone he cast out fall into the waves. Sascha nodded his head. Good afternoon, Maddox. the Sol spoke to the former Ma'kai man (though Sascha was not aware of his recent discharge because of the lack of communication between himself and the Ma'kai member. It would probably be a good thing that he wasn't a Ma'kai member anymore. Well..Either way the man would probably die by the hand of the Sol that stood there in front of him. It wasn't like the Aldega were just after the Ma'kai members, like he knew that the Malavita were, but the Aldega was after the world that was not infected. The Aldega wanted the blood of the innocent none-powered to be spilt onto the earth that they were destroying. The Sol had plans for the destruction and then the reconstruction of the world around him. He had a vision of a utopia of superhumans. Eventually they would get there. Right now, they were in the beginning stages of the long, elaborate plan that Sascha still was working on.

Sascha had little thoughts about Maddox. There was no way to describe the other as anything other than a man. Sascha never really thought about the meetings that he had with this male in secret, the main thought going through his mind during every moment with the other male being "I don't trust him, so I need to keep my guard on alert". Other than this, Sascha stayed quiet, and on alert. If Sascha wanted to say anything of the other male, he would say that the other was probably inexperienced, and scared. There was just something that he tipped him off.

The quiet man would say nothing more at the moment, and then the other, this Maddox would speak. So are you ever going to tell me your real name or is that just all part of the fun for you? the male would ask. Sascha would cock a brow at the guy and then the other would speak again. Man sorry, forget it. You caught me at a really bad time. the male would share with him. The brow of the Russian would twitch and raise again at the other male. Steel eyes were locked on the civilian. Good, because mine name ees not of importance. the male spoke, his tongue almost sharp and oh-so very cold and level. Sascha stood there, squared off with the other male, and his own posture erect and strong. Maddox would take a step towards the drug dealer, the Sol, the super genius. Maddox would speak again to Sascha. I could easily sell you out, you know. But I'm in too much of a mess right now with work as it is. the words were tossed to the Sol. Sascha chuckled lightly. And eef you even zhought abouts doing zhat, I'd make sure you are dead. the Sol's voice was sure to be serious as it could get, as flat and cold as his eyes would become as he peered from them. Now, Mads. Vat could you have possibly done gets yourselfs en troubles? After all, the Quiet Man was also the curious one.

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