Mikhail Petrov (![]() ![]() @ 2015-03-27 00:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: jayne lasko, character: max lasko, character: mikhail petrov, date: 03.13.15 |
Your hands protect the flames
Who: Jayne and Mikhail, later Max
What: A warning
When: March 13th, Early Friday evening
Where: Outside a shop near Max and Jayne's house, then Stumble Inn
Warning: Language
Mikhail was still reeling a little from his encounter with Raj. He needed to focus back on the task that had brought him to Chicago. His destiny, whatever it was, lay in confronting Elias Lasko. Just Elias. That meant keeping his twin brother out of it. Since Max's wife was very pregnant, perhaps it wouldn't be as difficult as he hoped.
He watched the young brunette leave the house she shared with her husband. It looked like something out of a storybook, with the white picket fence and little window boxes. Nothing like he would have ever dreamed any hunter would have chosen. It was so far from the world he and the Laskos had lived in it might as well be from another world. It was from another world. Perhaps that's why Max liked it.
He trailed her to the store, then waited until Jayne was finished with her shopping. He bumped into her 'by accident', sending her bag and its contents tumbling to the sidewalk. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, immediately bending to help her retrieve them. It was a simple, well played ruse, but it allowed him to get close to the witch without drawing attention overmuch.