Post by Corvin Blake on Sept 10, 2012 12:11:24 GMT -5
The real estate agents here were amateurs at best. Corvin managed to purchase a $400,000 penthouse for only $50,000 instead, and it was a luxurious one at that! Of course, he could have paid the full price, but why, when you can con your way out of virtually anything? Of course, there was a spell or two involved in the ordeal, but he managed to use mostly words in the end, and that was all he needed. Within a week, he was well situated in his new home, and everything was exactly where he wanted it. The living room was the first to be completed, and an extra room to house all of the magical objects in his possession was summoned into existence, with a wall inside the house being its main entrance. It was a thing of beauty, and already, all of his clients and loyal customers were well informed of its location.
One in which was already in the process of visiting him today. It had been a few years since Corvin last saw Reginald, but from what he had heard, his old friend was doing well for himself, and had become something of a powerful force. Speaking of powerful forces, Corvin heard whispers that Reginald's son was in the area as well, and he was a chip off of the old block, if not the entire block and more. From what Corvin heard, the meeting between father and son nearly killed them both. Corvin was bound to ask his old friend about what happened when he met Samael, but even he would have to tread carefully about the subject, out of respect for his friend. Even a heartless bastard like Corvin showed sympathy from time to time.
Knowing Reginald, he would need protection of some sort against Samael, and if the son was as hot headed as the father, then Corvin was going to have to give Reginald the means to fight dirty. So, he pulled a trinket or two out of his very own collection, as a means of welcoming his friend into his home whenever he needed to stay. Corvin already hexed the home to safe guard both himself, and his valuables, not to mention anyone that sat foot inside the house, least they mean Corvin harm.
Tchaikowsky's Symphony 6 began playing on the HD surround sound speakers, that were installed in the ceiling of his penthouse, while Corvin poured himself a glass of scotch and began pressed a button on a remote control, to activate the fire place in the living room. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of none other than Regianld. Corvin was aware of who it was, due to the cameras that he installed at the front door. Pressing a button, the front door unlocked for Reginald.
“It's open!” He called out casually in his thick, Scottish accent.
One in which was already in the process of visiting him today. It had been a few years since Corvin last saw Reginald, but from what he had heard, his old friend was doing well for himself, and had become something of a powerful force. Speaking of powerful forces, Corvin heard whispers that Reginald's son was in the area as well, and he was a chip off of the old block, if not the entire block and more. From what Corvin heard, the meeting between father and son nearly killed them both. Corvin was bound to ask his old friend about what happened when he met Samael, but even he would have to tread carefully about the subject, out of respect for his friend. Even a heartless bastard like Corvin showed sympathy from time to time.
Knowing Reginald, he would need protection of some sort against Samael, and if the son was as hot headed as the father, then Corvin was going to have to give Reginald the means to fight dirty. So, he pulled a trinket or two out of his very own collection, as a means of welcoming his friend into his home whenever he needed to stay. Corvin already hexed the home to safe guard both himself, and his valuables, not to mention anyone that sat foot inside the house, least they mean Corvin harm.
Tchaikowsky's Symphony 6 began playing on the HD surround sound speakers, that were installed in the ceiling of his penthouse, while Corvin poured himself a glass of scotch and began pressed a button on a remote control, to activate the fire place in the living room. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of none other than Regianld. Corvin was aware of who it was, due to the cameras that he installed at the front door. Pressing a button, the front door unlocked for Reginald.
“It's open!” He called out casually in his thick, Scottish accent.
