Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 5, 2017 5:43:18 GMT -5
Erek's feet felt heavy-- it had taken time, for the sensation to set in-- the trip to the other side of Britain had been a short one thanks to his stepping, but despite that even as he had carried Forge through it all, it felt off-- like what he was doing wasn't quite real. Nearly forty years now-- nearly forty years of his life, he had never once even thought to look for the man and woman that had abandoned him, his early life had been nothing but overwhelming rage toward them. He could still feel those questions that had plagued a much younger version of himself.
Why wasn't he good enough?
What had done wrong?
Why didn't they love him?
Why couldn't he even try to make it up to them?
They continued, over and over to repeat in his mind as he walked forward toward the door of what appeared to be a large hotel, the information he got out of Martin had told him the man was here, he had retired from his position as head of the Military Branch about six years ago, replaced by the current heads grandson. He had apparently challenged the head of the clan twice-- and lost both times, but there had been no rhyme or reason to the challenges, simply out of blue, as if on a whim. Slowly, Erek stepped forward a final time-- and this time, he stopped.
He'd been in front of the building at least three minutes now. Staring upward at the penthouse, an internal battle raging in his chest-- did he really want to meet his man? The man that had abandoned him-- that probably didn't even know that he existed, and if he did-- that probably couldn't give a rats ass about it? His footing remained, buried in one stop as the man's hands slowly clenched, he knew Natalie would say something if he just kept standing there, it was a miracle she'd kept quiet as long as she had. Finally, he took that full step forward.
Lifting a hand as he pushed the door open, stepping into the extravagant hotel as he glanced toward the receptionist, releasing a soft breath out of his lips as he moved toward her-- leaning on the desk causing the woman to blink and glance up, thankfully, his attire was his new "normal dress" so he didn't appear too out of place, though she was clearly wary. Likely because he looked more like a mafia boss than he did a businessman, his words came clear and firm as he looked into the woman's eyes, forearms like trunks resting on the desk.
"Is a Jacob Blackmore in? He should be in the penthouse," It was an honest question-- because he couldn't sense the man, not in the slightest. It was like there wasn't even a signature of energy in the building beyond the standard life signs of the occasional normal human. The woman eyed him, before looking into the records and glancing at him.
"Name?"
"Erek Blackmore. I'm his son," he stated bluntly, staring into the woman's eyes without a bit of hesitation, causing her to jerk a bit, startled by this as she would slowly examine him more closely, before looking toward the papers.
"Your name isn't on the list of accepted visitors, Mr. Blackmore-- so I'm going to have to contact him to make sure that it's fine for you to meet him, I'm sorry," Erek simply nodded and motioned for her to go ahead, leaning against the wall and waiting as he listened to the sound of the phone ringing in the woman's ear, his gaze sliding upward toward the roof. If he was up there and answered-- then his ability to suppress and control his energy was above even his own-- comparable to Freyleifs. How old was this fucker? Theoretically, Blackmore could never age-- if they had the skill-- he had assumed the man was like all the other Blackmore he had met, weak and spineless, but this proved that perhaps that line of thought was wrong.
Then again, he had been the head of one of the Branches-- and had challenged the head of the clan several times. Perhaps power ran in his blood.
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Why wasn't he good enough?
What had done wrong?
Why didn't they love him?
Why couldn't he even try to make it up to them?
They continued, over and over to repeat in his mind as he walked forward toward the door of what appeared to be a large hotel, the information he got out of Martin had told him the man was here, he had retired from his position as head of the Military Branch about six years ago, replaced by the current heads grandson. He had apparently challenged the head of the clan twice-- and lost both times, but there had been no rhyme or reason to the challenges, simply out of blue, as if on a whim. Slowly, Erek stepped forward a final time-- and this time, he stopped.
He'd been in front of the building at least three minutes now. Staring upward at the penthouse, an internal battle raging in his chest-- did he really want to meet his man? The man that had abandoned him-- that probably didn't even know that he existed, and if he did-- that probably couldn't give a rats ass about it? His footing remained, buried in one stop as the man's hands slowly clenched, he knew Natalie would say something if he just kept standing there, it was a miracle she'd kept quiet as long as she had. Finally, he took that full step forward.
Lifting a hand as he pushed the door open, stepping into the extravagant hotel as he glanced toward the receptionist, releasing a soft breath out of his lips as he moved toward her-- leaning on the desk causing the woman to blink and glance up, thankfully, his attire was his new "normal dress" so he didn't appear too out of place, though she was clearly wary. Likely because he looked more like a mafia boss than he did a businessman, his words came clear and firm as he looked into the woman's eyes, forearms like trunks resting on the desk.
"Is a Jacob Blackmore in? He should be in the penthouse," It was an honest question-- because he couldn't sense the man, not in the slightest. It was like there wasn't even a signature of energy in the building beyond the standard life signs of the occasional normal human. The woman eyed him, before looking into the records and glancing at him.
"Name?"
"Erek Blackmore. I'm his son," he stated bluntly, staring into the woman's eyes without a bit of hesitation, causing her to jerk a bit, startled by this as she would slowly examine him more closely, before looking toward the papers.
"Your name isn't on the list of accepted visitors, Mr. Blackmore-- so I'm going to have to contact him to make sure that it's fine for you to meet him, I'm sorry," Erek simply nodded and motioned for her to go ahead, leaning against the wall and waiting as he listened to the sound of the phone ringing in the woman's ear, his gaze sliding upward toward the roof. If he was up there and answered-- then his ability to suppress and control his energy was above even his own-- comparable to Freyleifs. How old was this fucker? Theoretically, Blackmore could never age-- if they had the skill-- he had assumed the man was like all the other Blackmore he had met, weak and spineless, but this proved that perhaps that line of thought was wrong.
Then again, he had been the head of one of the Branches-- and had challenged the head of the clan several times. Perhaps power ran in his blood.
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