Post by Syn on Oct 9, 2013 22:54:50 GMT -5
[#OOC: I'm really sorry. I honestly meant for it to be so much more than it is, but between a severe case of writers block and news that the fed was closing, all of the motivation that I had for this RP was kinda drained. Hopefully, this RP will at least be a solid effort. Good luck, Danielle. And let's make this show one to remember 
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[Monday, May 27th. 2:00 AM. Boston, Mass.]
Syn stared at the door for a few moments in silence, before he slowly reached up and knocked. Hearing a muffled command to come in, he reached for the door knob and entered the office. There, sitting at the desk right in plain sight, was the person he had come for. She was a beautiful woman, whom looked to be somewhere between her late 20s to mid 30s. She was dressed in all black and had long, flowing brown hair, and piercing eyes. Her feet were kicked up on the desk as she regarded Syn with a critical look, before the stern expression on her face tightened. The two continued to stare down, before she finally spoke, breaking the silence.
Tristan Baylor: About time.
Syn didn't react to the comment, or the very curt tone of voice it was said in. Instead, he calmly closed the door behind him, before slowly walking over to the desk. He sweeps the tail of his trench coat aside and sits down in the chair in front of her desk, his gaze an unblinking one as his bright green eyes stared straight ahead into her
Tristan: [Blankly] ....You wanted to "Chat" with me.
It was not a question, so much as a statement, Syn noted. Deciding against wasting anymore of her time, as well as his, he replied.
Syn: [Silkily] I did. Wanted to clear up any lingering questions or....doubts....you may still have about me and my intentions towards Brytain.
She was silent for a few seconds, before she responded in a very casual turn.
Tristan: Why don't you start by telling me exactly what it is you're doing with her, if you don't mind?
Syn: [Softly] I asked her to marry me, as you're already aware. She said yes. So we're building everything off from there, Ms. Baylor.
She arched an eyebrow at how he addressed her. It was very formal…too formal for her liking.
Tristan: One... call me Ms. Baylor again and you won't leave this room, Mr. Rollins.
Syn replied without missing a beat, his voice gaining a sudden sharp edge.
Syn: If you'll respectfully cease addressing me by that name, I'll happily oblige.
Tristan:[smoothly] and I've made my point...
Syn:[Curtly] So you have.
He could tell already that this would not be a very pleasant conversation. While he was prepared for that, he did want things to at least be civil. He couldn’t honestly care less if she was fond of him or not, but he was not doing this for himself. He was doing this for Brytain. He was cut from his thoughts
Tristan: She'll be your second marriage, correct?
Syn nods slowly.
Tristan: And how did that first marriage end?
Syn:[Calmly] The official version of things, or no?
Tristan: The truth, if you don't mind.
Syn:[Calmly] We got divorced, she still used my name to fuel her various habits, and I carved out her heart and put it in my trophy room.
Tristan:[casually] and when you grow tired of Brytain, i assume she'll meet a similar fate.
Syn: You sound so sure of that assumption, Ms.....Tristan.
Syn:[Softly] You're wrong.
Syn: I won't shy away from what I did. Quite honestly, in some sick way, I enjoyed it. It's who I am, but this is different. I didn't rush into this,this isn't some sort of marriage of convenience, or anything of the sort. I feel for her....I genuinely do. If I didn't, I wouldn't have rushed to her during her ordeal with Bennington, I wouldn't have asked her to move in with me...
Syn, for some odd reason gave a small chuckle as the words continued to pour out of him and he bared his most inner thoughts about the woman he had grown to love to the person who was her mother in all but blood.
Syn: ... I wouldn't have said, right to her face, that if I were to have children, she would be the only person who I would want to be the mother.I couldn't do what I did to Lila to her...not in this life or the next.
Tristan: And what is it that you "Feel" for her?
Syn: I love her. I truly do love her.
Tristan: I see... [bluntly] and you don't think that by putting your name on her or that ring that you have made her a walking target?
Syn's face once again slipped back into a stoic, almost unreadable mask as he gave a curt nod.
Syn: I know. More than you will ever know.
Tristan: Explain, please.
Syn sighs, before nodding slightly and began speaking.
Syn: [Softly]It's not exactly a secret that I make more enemies in a day than most can in a lifetime. The information you have on me isn't even a small fraction of all that I've done, or possibly will do.
Tristan: [Casually] And if one of your enemies decides to send you a message proverbially written in your soon-to-be wife's blood?
She honestly did not want that idea in her head, but she needed to know exactly where Syn's true feelings stood in regard to Brytain, not just where he said they stood. And it seemed that it had the desired affect. The question made Syn pause, as the image she just gave flashed before his otherworldly bright-green eyes. Slowly turning to look back at her, Syn's eyes were now very cold and unforgiving as he spoke.
Syn:[Icily] ....You're familiar with the tale of Jimmy Bones, correct?
Tristan quirked her lips upward slightly, not exactly sure where this is going.
Tristan: I can't say that I have...
Syn's eyes glinted slightly, his almost manic behavior managing to rise up to the surface as he steepled his hands atop her desk, a curious gaze on his face as he spoke.
Syn: Are you sure..? It's supposedly quite the tale of my past..
Tristan: I'm sure it is. i'm up for a bit of story-time if you are.
Syn gave a slow, deliberate nod as he shifted slightly, before he began speaking.
Syn: You see, this young man worked for a wrestling promoter and General Manager by the name of Chazz North as a bit of a hit-man of sorts. Now, Mr. North has been courting my services as a client for the better part of the last year. I've refused out right twice now. The second time ending with a surgical knife being wedged firmly between his rib cage. So, he gets the idea that he should attempt to find a weakness of mine, something he can exploit in order to gain an edge in making me see things his way. So he attempted to stalk one of my protege's...
Syn's eyes glinted dangerously as he gave a frown of displeasure.
Tristan: [Softly] He never got the chance to do anything. I made sure of that.
Syn: [Softly] He never got the chance to do anything. I made sure of that.
Tristan:
Syn: That...was me not being provoked, so much as doing it for the sake of getting an annoyance out of my way. My protege is capable of handling herself. Now, I know for a fact that your contacts have given you a small idea of exactly what it I am capable of when I do the things I do on a mere whim. I want you imagine what I will do if someone dares giving me a reason in the form of harming her.
Tristan: [curiously] and how far are you willing to go to keep her from paying for your sins?
Syn: [Softly] ....As far as I need to go to make sure she never pays for all I've done.
Tristan: [laughs mirthlessly] I'm satisfied with that but only because i also know what brytain is capable of. now, a bit of housekeeping, if you will. i'll not tolerate another situation like the...
Tristan pauses, a look of utter hatred as she spits out the name in disgust
Tristan: ...Bennington... situation. Had I known about while it was happening he would not have continued sucking in air for as long as he did. I'm looking for some reassurance that history will not repeat itself with you...
Syn: [Slowly] Reassurance how...?
Tristan: [Blankly] How much of the situation do you know...?
Syn: ....All of it, sadly.
Tristan: so, you're aware that he beat her, raped her and drugged her so that she could not fight back while he used her to further his own agenda...?
Syn gave a slow, deliberate nod, his jaw clinched tightly as he replayed the conversation he had with the contact that had told him this information.
Tristan: I've never had children, nor do I intend to. But I feel for her the way I imagine a mother feels for a child. IF a situation like that or one similar were to arise, there would be nothing you could do to stop me from ending your life where you stood. do you understand?
Her voice had hardened back into it's stern tone at the end of her monologue as she gave Syn a stare, letting him know that she meant every single word that she had said when it came to making him pay if he harmed Brytain.
Syn: Duly noted.
She nods curtly at his response.
Tristan: As it should be. now, do you have any questions for me?
Syn: ....Be honest. Are you truly alright with this, knowing what you may or may not know about me?
Tristan: I'm going to counter your question with a question... have you seen her in a hardcore match?
Syn: I have, yes.
Tristan: Then you're aware that it's where she shines. it's where she is most at her element. brytain is many things but weak is not one of she has a propensity for violence that rivals even my own. Don't let her fool you, she took a particular sort of joy from ending Bennington. All this to say, that I believe her to be more than capable of holding her own in your relationship. but at the same time you need to understand that when it comes to her heart she is still very emotionally fragile.... more than she lets on.
Tristan: [softly] many people have tried to destroy her and failed. you have the ability to succeed.
Syn: [Softly] ....I suppose I'll have to do my absolute best to avoid doing that, won't I?
Tristan: [firmly] You will. now unless you have any other questions for me, we're done here.
Syn: Just one.....when do we begin training?
Tristan: We'll this morning if you're up for it. brytain has filled me in on her ideas for your training and i've watched enough footage to fill in the rest and figure out your weak spots.
Syn snorted absentmindedly at the word "Weak Spots", almost amused at the notion. Tristan either didn't hear or ignored him as she continued.
Tristan: I warn you though, some of my methods are unorthodox and what some may call cruel...
Syn gives her a soft, somewhat grim smile as he thinks of the possible training.
Syn: So nothing I'm unused to, at least. We'll be here at 8....unless you need sleep.
Tristan: I don't do much of that. i'll meet the two of you here at eight.
He stands up, feeling the meeting between the two of them come to an end.
Syn: That makes two of us, I suppose. I bid thee adieu, for now.
He goes to turn and walk out of the door, but pauses and turns around to look back at her. Giving a small smirk, he bows slightly and gives a mock curtsy, before walking out. Tristan’s face remained impassive at the small display, but one could see the very small glint of amusement in her eyes that it caused. She shook her head and went back to her paperwork as the scene came to an end, with her encounter with the man she would soon call her “Son-In-Law” still lingering in her mind.
][Monday, May 27th. 2:00 AM. Boston, Mass.]
Syn stared at the door for a few moments in silence, before he slowly reached up and knocked. Hearing a muffled command to come in, he reached for the door knob and entered the office. There, sitting at the desk right in plain sight, was the person he had come for. She was a beautiful woman, whom looked to be somewhere between her late 20s to mid 30s. She was dressed in all black and had long, flowing brown hair, and piercing eyes. Her feet were kicked up on the desk as she regarded Syn with a critical look, before the stern expression on her face tightened. The two continued to stare down, before she finally spoke, breaking the silence.
Tristan Baylor: About time.
Syn didn't react to the comment, or the very curt tone of voice it was said in. Instead, he calmly closed the door behind him, before slowly walking over to the desk. He sweeps the tail of his trench coat aside and sits down in the chair in front of her desk, his gaze an unblinking one as his bright green eyes stared straight ahead into her
Tristan: [Blankly] ....You wanted to "Chat" with me.
It was not a question, so much as a statement, Syn noted. Deciding against wasting anymore of her time, as well as his, he replied.
Syn: [Silkily] I did. Wanted to clear up any lingering questions or....doubts....you may still have about me and my intentions towards Brytain.
She was silent for a few seconds, before she responded in a very casual turn.
Tristan: Why don't you start by telling me exactly what it is you're doing with her, if you don't mind?
Syn: [Softly] I asked her to marry me, as you're already aware. She said yes. So we're building everything off from there, Ms. Baylor.
She arched an eyebrow at how he addressed her. It was very formal…too formal for her liking.
Tristan: One... call me Ms. Baylor again and you won't leave this room, Mr. Rollins.
Syn replied without missing a beat, his voice gaining a sudden sharp edge.
Syn: If you'll respectfully cease addressing me by that name, I'll happily oblige.
Tristan:[smoothly] and I've made my point...
Syn:[Curtly] So you have.
He could tell already that this would not be a very pleasant conversation. While he was prepared for that, he did want things to at least be civil. He couldn’t honestly care less if she was fond of him or not, but he was not doing this for himself. He was doing this for Brytain. He was cut from his thoughts
Tristan: She'll be your second marriage, correct?
Syn nods slowly.
Tristan: And how did that first marriage end?
Syn:[Calmly] The official version of things, or no?
Tristan: The truth, if you don't mind.
Syn:[Calmly] We got divorced, she still used my name to fuel her various habits, and I carved out her heart and put it in my trophy room.
Tristan:[casually] and when you grow tired of Brytain, i assume she'll meet a similar fate.
Syn: You sound so sure of that assumption, Ms.....Tristan.
Syn:[Softly] You're wrong.
Syn: I won't shy away from what I did. Quite honestly, in some sick way, I enjoyed it. It's who I am, but this is different. I didn't rush into this,this isn't some sort of marriage of convenience, or anything of the sort. I feel for her....I genuinely do. If I didn't, I wouldn't have rushed to her during her ordeal with Bennington, I wouldn't have asked her to move in with me...
Syn, for some odd reason gave a small chuckle as the words continued to pour out of him and he bared his most inner thoughts about the woman he had grown to love to the person who was her mother in all but blood.
Syn: ... I wouldn't have said, right to her face, that if I were to have children, she would be the only person who I would want to be the mother.I couldn't do what I did to Lila to her...not in this life or the next.
Tristan: And what is it that you "Feel" for her?
Syn: I love her. I truly do love her.
Tristan: I see... [bluntly] and you don't think that by putting your name on her or that ring that you have made her a walking target?
Syn's face once again slipped back into a stoic, almost unreadable mask as he gave a curt nod.
Syn: I know. More than you will ever know.
Tristan: Explain, please.
Syn sighs, before nodding slightly and began speaking.
Syn: [Softly]It's not exactly a secret that I make more enemies in a day than most can in a lifetime. The information you have on me isn't even a small fraction of all that I've done, or possibly will do.
Tristan: [Casually] And if one of your enemies decides to send you a message proverbially written in your soon-to-be wife's blood?
She honestly did not want that idea in her head, but she needed to know exactly where Syn's true feelings stood in regard to Brytain, not just where he said they stood. And it seemed that it had the desired affect. The question made Syn pause, as the image she just gave flashed before his otherworldly bright-green eyes. Slowly turning to look back at her, Syn's eyes were now very cold and unforgiving as he spoke.
Syn:[Icily] ....You're familiar with the tale of Jimmy Bones, correct?
Tristan quirked her lips upward slightly, not exactly sure where this is going.
Tristan: I can't say that I have...
Syn's eyes glinted slightly, his almost manic behavior managing to rise up to the surface as he steepled his hands atop her desk, a curious gaze on his face as he spoke.
Syn: Are you sure..? It's supposedly quite the tale of my past..
Tristan: I'm sure it is. i'm up for a bit of story-time if you are.
Syn gave a slow, deliberate nod as he shifted slightly, before he began speaking.
Syn: You see, this young man worked for a wrestling promoter and General Manager by the name of Chazz North as a bit of a hit-man of sorts. Now, Mr. North has been courting my services as a client for the better part of the last year. I've refused out right twice now. The second time ending with a surgical knife being wedged firmly between his rib cage. So, he gets the idea that he should attempt to find a weakness of mine, something he can exploit in order to gain an edge in making me see things his way. So he attempted to stalk one of my protege's...
Syn's eyes glinted dangerously as he gave a frown of displeasure.
Tristan: [Softly] He never got the chance to do anything. I made sure of that.
Syn: [Softly] He never got the chance to do anything. I made sure of that.
Tristan:
Syn: That...was me not being provoked, so much as doing it for the sake of getting an annoyance out of my way. My protege is capable of handling herself. Now, I know for a fact that your contacts have given you a small idea of exactly what it I am capable of when I do the things I do on a mere whim. I want you imagine what I will do if someone dares giving me a reason in the form of harming her.
Tristan: [curiously] and how far are you willing to go to keep her from paying for your sins?
Syn: [Softly] ....As far as I need to go to make sure she never pays for all I've done.
Tristan: [laughs mirthlessly] I'm satisfied with that but only because i also know what brytain is capable of. now, a bit of housekeeping, if you will. i'll not tolerate another situation like the...
Tristan pauses, a look of utter hatred as she spits out the name in disgust
Tristan: ...Bennington... situation. Had I known about while it was happening he would not have continued sucking in air for as long as he did. I'm looking for some reassurance that history will not repeat itself with you...
Syn: [Slowly] Reassurance how...?
Tristan: [Blankly] How much of the situation do you know...?
Syn: ....All of it, sadly.
Tristan: so, you're aware that he beat her, raped her and drugged her so that she could not fight back while he used her to further his own agenda...?
Syn gave a slow, deliberate nod, his jaw clinched tightly as he replayed the conversation he had with the contact that had told him this information.
Tristan: I've never had children, nor do I intend to. But I feel for her the way I imagine a mother feels for a child. IF a situation like that or one similar were to arise, there would be nothing you could do to stop me from ending your life where you stood. do you understand?
Her voice had hardened back into it's stern tone at the end of her monologue as she gave Syn a stare, letting him know that she meant every single word that she had said when it came to making him pay if he harmed Brytain.
Syn: Duly noted.
She nods curtly at his response.
Tristan: As it should be. now, do you have any questions for me?
Syn: ....Be honest. Are you truly alright with this, knowing what you may or may not know about me?
Tristan: I'm going to counter your question with a question... have you seen her in a hardcore match?
Syn: I have, yes.
Tristan: Then you're aware that it's where she shines. it's where she is most at her element. brytain is many things but weak is not one of she has a propensity for violence that rivals even my own. Don't let her fool you, she took a particular sort of joy from ending Bennington. All this to say, that I believe her to be more than capable of holding her own in your relationship. but at the same time you need to understand that when it comes to her heart she is still very emotionally fragile.... more than she lets on.
Tristan: [softly] many people have tried to destroy her and failed. you have the ability to succeed.
Syn: [Softly] ....I suppose I'll have to do my absolute best to avoid doing that, won't I?
Tristan: [firmly] You will. now unless you have any other questions for me, we're done here.
Syn: Just one.....when do we begin training?
Tristan: We'll this morning if you're up for it. brytain has filled me in on her ideas for your training and i've watched enough footage to fill in the rest and figure out your weak spots.
Syn snorted absentmindedly at the word "Weak Spots", almost amused at the notion. Tristan either didn't hear or ignored him as she continued.
Tristan: I warn you though, some of my methods are unorthodox and what some may call cruel...
Syn gives her a soft, somewhat grim smile as he thinks of the possible training.
Syn: So nothing I'm unused to, at least. We'll be here at 8....unless you need sleep.
Tristan: I don't do much of that. i'll meet the two of you here at eight.
He stands up, feeling the meeting between the two of them come to an end.
Syn: That makes two of us, I suppose. I bid thee adieu, for now.
He goes to turn and walk out of the door, but pauses and turns around to look back at her. Giving a small smirk, he bows slightly and gives a mock curtsy, before walking out. Tristan’s face remained impassive at the small display, but one could see the very small glint of amusement in her eyes that it caused. She shook her head and went back to her paperwork as the scene came to an end, with her encounter with the man she would soon call her “Son-In-Law” still lingering in her mind.
