Oh dear... How dull this day was. The events of the last few days had left some excitement, but he was wanting a whole lot more. Yes... Something that would really make Vitani know her placed trust in him was the right choice. After all, the Right Hand Man of a femme fatale should live up to a certain level of standard and class, obviously.
Braxton had all that, naturally. His charm and how he held himself reflected that. Not to mention his British accent. Made many folks turn their heads, and swoon. Or they found themselves entranced. Then again, those that could see his aura... They say the blank ink around him; Hate and darkness in its form.
This is the kind of thing you would only read about in books, but it was a reality.
"Shame I won't be able to exact revenge on those colonists that took my family from me.. And that bitch who slaughtered my troop and turned me into THIS!"
He made sure he was alone and secluded before he even started speaking out loud. He was on the less sketchy side of town this time. He watched the hoity toity pricks walk around and laugh and chatter.
"To think thanks to..." He stopped as he could hear footsteps. Ah, here was one of those silly people now; Women in the most expensive clothes she could wear, carrying on a phone call as she seemed distressed.
"What do you mean?! I put so much time and effort into this project, Liam! You can't take me off this. I know what you did with my husband!"
The Brits' eyes went wide and a smirk formed on his lips. He was dressed of course, very pristine for this area too; Custom tailored black suit coat and slacks. Leather shoes. The finest white dress shirt, collar at the top was unbuttoned.
He looked at the woman and immediately latched his powers onto her. He was seeing everything; Even the hunky man named Liam that her husband was having a fling with. The ecstasy those two men had and the vivid imagery. Braxton got a little hot under the collar, but he was looking for one exact thing to really make this woman scared.
Time seemed to slow as he kept picking through her memories and mind; Perusing the scenes like a story book.
That was until he found one of Liam's wife who was furious with her, and had some choice words for this woman named Vanessa. Even threatened her with jeopardizing her role as the lead on a project.
"Do you really know what my husband did with yours? Or are you just made because he was putting out for him and not you? Because I enjoyed every second of it."
Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks, and lowered the phone to look at Braxton. A look of panic crossed the bleach blonde woman's face.
"What's wrong?" Braxton was speaking the voice of Liam's wife and copying her exact mannerisms and expressions.
"Jealous? You should be. It'd make for a great sex tape. One that I have because I filmed the entire thing."
Vanessa screamed and took off running, crying along the way.
Braxton snickered and then, bursted out laughing. How could he not? It was ripe for the taking.
"Oh they make such fun little play things, these humans. Oh, Braxton you clever and sexy devil you are. Look at you getting your mojo back."
Braxton exclaimed loudly, as he put his hands into his trousers and bit his lip.
"Now.. Maybe I can find another.. Or they'll come looking for me.. Or.."
He could sense a presence that was watching from behind. He turned to the figure with a spin, as his jacket spun fabulously.
"Well.. Heelllooo! What have we here?!"