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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 18:09:49 GMT
Ashni bent her head down wrists flicking back and forth in time to the music, as her foot bounced up and down. The bells on her ankles chimed with every movement, she had only started learning the dance a year ago and she had many years to go. Her teacher flicked out the switch he carried, stinging her calf as she misstepped. Ashni bit back her cry, biting down hard on her lip she had learned the hard way not to flinch or cry at the hits. Crying only made him whip her harder, she kept the frozen smile on her face as she finished, and was at last allowed to rest.
The owner of the bar was a white man, and not a British one either, Ashni was a smart girl smarter and luckier then she had any right to be, she was slowly picking up the language he spoke with the other white men that came in she was young enough yet thankfully that he had not picked her to 'entertain' his guests, until tonight. She kept her smile on as she and ten other girls all older then her were lead in, she smiled as they started their group routine.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 20, 2014 20:33:50 GMT
Magneto was here for a very specific reason and that reason encompassed his main mission in life: to kill Shaw. With each Nazi he tracked down, each lead he followed, he was one step closer to finding Shaw. He was growing impatient, though he did not let it show. He was able to keep his emotions guarded . . . all but his anger. Something he allowed to unleash itself so that he could utilize the powers he had been given. Powers he still could not fully explain, yet they often came in handy when it came to his more threatening ways of interrogation. Right now, his lead had brought him to a bar where there were dancers and a rather large crowd. His eyes were focused on the man he had come here to question. He had been in touch with Shaw and whatever information Erik was able to forcibly withdraw from him would undoubtedly come in handy.
But he needed the crowd to disperse. Of course Erik had ways of ensuring this would happen, but he also did not want to lose his target. So he just kept a watchful eye on him, ordering a drink and making sure he blended in so that there was no attention brought to him. His eyes briefly went to the performers, and while he had no interest in watching them, he couldn't help but notice a little girl. She appeared younger than the rest, skilled in her profession . . . rather young to be doing this. But that was not what drew his eyes to her. It was an inexplicable familiarity. Had he seen her before? How was that possible? He did not associate with anyone unless they served in his mission to find Shaw. So what was it about this little girl that he felt some sort of . . . he didn't even know how to describe it. He often trusted his instincts and gut feelings and it was frustrating him that despite his excellent memory, he could not place her. He force his gaze away, looking down at his drink as he took a sip before his eyes searched the crowd once more for the reason he was here.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 20:51:14 GMT
Ashni's eyes were drawn to the new comer, she smiled like she had been taught, a disturbing look on a girl so young. As the routine ended each of the girls choose a patron to join, Ashni tried to join him. "No pretty girl you are mine tonight." she was pulled onto a low red satin couch. The man who held her clearly did not mind that she was a child.
Ashni had grown up in the district, she knew were this could lead, terror spiked through her, a wakening a flicker of her mutation. "Yes, sir." she wispered
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 21, 2014 15:24:05 GMT
Erik continued to keep his gaze on the target, only pulling away when the performance seemed to end. Though Erik had never been in this particular South Asian region before, it didn't take long to realize what the ritual that followed was. His eyes went to the young women, as they each went to a different gentleman. He noticed that the younger one had started to walk toward him before she grabbed by none other but the man that Erik had come here for. He looked at the man, and without making eye contact to another woman who had come to offer her company, he waved his hand to send her off. He was not here for that. Nor did he have any desire to deviate from his objective. He kept his eyes fixated on the former Nazi, not because of how he was handling the girl but because Erik's mind went back to the camp: to all that this man had done to innocent people.
The Nazi, with a tight grasp on the little girl, began to take them to one of the private rooms, closing the door behind him. Erik took a large -- and the last -- sip of his drink as he rose to his feet. It was not as if Erik condoned whatever the man was about to do with and to the young girl -- but Erik saw this as more of an opportunity to speak to the man privately without having to wait until everyone else was gone, or to follow him home after the night was done. Erik casually made his way to the door, aware that it was locked but this hardly served as an obstacle for a man who could control all things metal. He waved his hand over the door, unlocking it and quickly entering, closing the door behind him as his eyes went to the man. The Nazi was obviously irritated and angered by Magneto's unexpected and unwanted presence. "Get the hell out out here!" He demanded, still grasping the girl. The order hit a nerve in Erik, thinking back to all those men who had just been following orders: orders to torture and kill innocent people.
Raising his hand he used his powers to pull off a decorative bar from one of the sofas and flung it into the man's head. The Nazi yelled out in pain, seeming to now realize that Erik wasn't about to leave. "Get out," Erik stated bluntly. Erik was referring to the girl to leave, but the man seemed to misinterpret Erik's intentions and scrambled to his feet to leave. Erik had to refrain from rolling his eyes. "Not you," he demanded, making the bar levitate in the air and used it to push the man back onto the sofa he had been seated in. Despite his burning anger, Erik was -- as always -- very composed and calm in his demeanor. The Nazi would not leave alive tonight, but as long as he did not know that, then Erik could still extract necessary information from him. He just now needed to wait for the girl to leave so that he could get to business.
[[OOC: I slightly godmodding Ashni by having her go into the private room with the man. Let me know if you'd like me to edit! ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 15:56:01 GMT
(OOC:Not a problem im easy) Ashni's mind had been scurrying trying to see if there was a way out of the fat man's grasp. His fingers dug in cruelly into her arm, she bit down on her lip, There must be a way to stop this. Please....I don't want to!Something flickered deep inside of her, she turned her head back to the tall blue eye'd man. She could read the coldness of his heart but instinct told her he was her only chance. He followed them into one of the little rooms, the fat man pushing her onto the gold brocade couch.
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Aug 21, 2014 21:08:34 GMT
Had Erik been a man less angry, perhaps he would have made a better attempt to not frighten a child. Perhaps his anger would had been geared toward a grown man taking advantage of a young girl -- despite it being her so called job. But right now, all that consumed his darkened mind was the need to find Shaw. And the knowledge that this man in front of him was one who had killed so many before. Those who had died by his hand would be avenged tonight. Just as Erik intended on avenging his mother's murder with Shaw's death. He glanced at the girl for a brief moment as she spoke in the language of the country: Urdu. It was quite similar to Hindi, that much Erik knew. His linguistic abilities were natural, as he was able to pick up on languages quite easily. Though he had not been here long. Only long enough to understand very basic words, terms, and phrases. His mind briefly constructed her words, taking into account her tone and mannerism as she spoke it.
She was frightened. As he processed them over in his mind, he realized it was irrelevant. What was more important was that she understood him, rather than he attempting to understand her. He moved the bar up a little, pressing it against the man's throat rather than his chest. The intention being to create difficulty for him to breathe, and it was working. The girl was proving to be a distraction. If she left, would she bring back others to attempt to stop him before he got a word out of this man? She was evidently afraid of him, as she seemed to be with the Nazi. So it begged the question, which man did she fear more? Erik's expression intensified as his eyes fixated on the Nazi. The fact that he was struggling to breath and clearly in pain, gave Erik a rather strong sense of satisfaction and pleasure. Realizing he still needed to address the girl, he delved into his mental Urdu vocabulary and spoke. "Jaao." Meaning, go. Hopefully she would now understand what he was trying to say, for he doubted he could form greater sentences of explanation.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 22:13:43 GMT
Ashni was frozen with fear, even if she WANTED to move she couldn't. She pulled the tapestry across her face cowering back, what ever the stranger wished to do to the fat man, she didn't even think to try and stop. In fact as long as he didnt hurt her or the other girls she was rooting for the stranger. Blue eyes met blue, and for a second she felt...something, a connection, a thread between them. Later in her life she would think she had fallen in love with him. The second was broken as she saw behind him the door opening, the muzzle of a gun leading the way. "Look out!" she cried her paralysis broken as she flung an empty hand out in warning. Unseen the universe hiccuped as probability took a slight turn, the drapes over the door weakened by the bar Erik had pulled out dropped on the man's arm.
The gun misfired clattering out of the mans hand as he fell into the room. Oh god that was Mr. Gering. The owner of the club, which meant that there would be more men behind him. Ashni bit back her scream of terror.
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