Post by Sebastian Shaw on Jul 8, 2011 12:35:33 GMT -6
A richly appointed office, deep leather chairs, and a desk the size of a compact car. Sebastian hated ostentatious displays, but the rubes seemed to expect it. He stood and extended his hand as the human spoke.
"Hello, Mr. Shaw. Its good to see you again."
"Likewise, Mr. Gyrich." Sebastian looked at the human intently.
"I trust you've been well?"
"Never better. Hoping to continue our work together." He sat down int he chair.
"I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not in the Sentinel business anymore, Mr. Gyrich. Mutant hatred is so very 1990s, don't you think? I'm more concerned with the Club right now..."
"What, the Hellfire Club? Bunch of rich yahoos, you ask me. We could do a lot more about the mutant menace working together, Shaw."
"Perhaps, Mr. Gyrich, but I've given my answer. Getting the Club up and running again will take a great deal of my time and effort right now. I cannot be distracted, nor can I condone Shaw Industries doing any half-hearted work for the US government." Shaw wondered again at Gyrich's hatred of mutants. He had little problem with superhumans, but mutants drove him into a rage. Just as well that he'd never learn that Shaw was a mutant. Some of the others used to ask him how he could work with such an open bigot, and he'd never found an answer. Gyrich was useful, little more, and could be easily led despite his intelligence. Enduring the insults was easy after growing up the way he had.
Gyrich rose to leave. "Well, Shaw, you change your mind, you know who to call."
"I certainly do, Mr. Gyrich." After Gyrich had left, he eased out of his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He carefully took off his tie, as well, and walked over to his office's wall. There was a solid block of titanium there, and he punched it. The kinetic impact was immediately metabolized by his mutant power, and he felt slightly stronger. Over the next half hour, he hit the block, building up his energy reserves. It was always a last resort, physical combat, but he felt better when he absorbed energy, felt younger, more powerful.
"Hello, Mr. Shaw. Its good to see you again."
"Likewise, Mr. Gyrich." Sebastian looked at the human intently.
"I trust you've been well?"
"Never better. Hoping to continue our work together." He sat down int he chair.
"I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not in the Sentinel business anymore, Mr. Gyrich. Mutant hatred is so very 1990s, don't you think? I'm more concerned with the Club right now..."
"What, the Hellfire Club? Bunch of rich yahoos, you ask me. We could do a lot more about the mutant menace working together, Shaw."
"Perhaps, Mr. Gyrich, but I've given my answer. Getting the Club up and running again will take a great deal of my time and effort right now. I cannot be distracted, nor can I condone Shaw Industries doing any half-hearted work for the US government." Shaw wondered again at Gyrich's hatred of mutants. He had little problem with superhumans, but mutants drove him into a rage. Just as well that he'd never learn that Shaw was a mutant. Some of the others used to ask him how he could work with such an open bigot, and he'd never found an answer. Gyrich was useful, little more, and could be easily led despite his intelligence. Enduring the insults was easy after growing up the way he had.
Gyrich rose to leave. "Well, Shaw, you change your mind, you know who to call."
"I certainly do, Mr. Gyrich." After Gyrich had left, he eased out of his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He carefully took off his tie, as well, and walked over to his office's wall. There was a solid block of titanium there, and he punched it. The kinetic impact was immediately metabolized by his mutant power, and he felt slightly stronger. Over the next half hour, he hit the block, building up his energy reserves. It was always a last resort, physical combat, but he felt better when he absorbed energy, felt younger, more powerful.
