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Magnus knows what he offers. He knows what Orthrus has, and to people like them; Oz and Magnus? This was their calling. And Magnus knew it better than anyone else.[break][break]

The moment Oz's hand comes up, he can feel the clap of Magnus' own slapping into it, as he shakes it with a powerful shake. "Welcome to the family, Hound. Lookin' forward to working with you."[break][break]

As soon as he pulled his hand back, he points to himself.[break][break]

"Let's go get some drinks. On me." He's smirking, so smug in his words. Overconfident, arrogant even, as he begins walking away from the fight club.

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Halle and Berry both stared at Keira like two little puppies happy to hear from her. Yipping her direction, they both had their tongues out, and Magnus would ruffle their fur and scratch their ears.[break][break]

"Who me? Couldn't be. These two though, absolutely." A boisterous laugh, as both Houndours lick up his cheeks, and he just looks to be having the time of his life, as Keira seemed to find the way forward.[break][break]

Keira Torres. A woman he most certainly could not have truly made Orthrus without. His meeting with her thanks to Marshall had cemented the gang. Had he met her with Marshall, the gang might be Cerberus over Orthrus, but... this was fine too. If he trusted anyone to run the gang while he's gone, it was the old married couple.[break][break]

Barely a minute into the hike, a Combusken comes skidding to a halt, stunned in silence, as both Houndours licked their lips. They had a desire for chicken, and Magnus tilts his chin upwards in domination.[break][break]

When Keira got the chicken, however, and made the note they were potent like a stun spore, he's laughing again. "Oh, they're lookers alright." He turns to them, and they are yipping again. A little dejected they don't have fried chicken. They both begin to whine. "I'll buy you some on the way home little girls." He ruffles their fur again, both yipping happily as Magnus turns to Keira.[break][break]

He has to ask.[break][break]

"Moltres though...?" Wonder what that one was on her mind. Just close by? Or maybe there was something to it.

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Daaaaaaaaaaamn. She was dangerous. Every synonym of danger came to mind, and every nerve stood on end. That pouty look, yet those mischievous eyes. Magnus was practically salivating. And it was a guarantee. They'd have to work on his stamina?[break][break]

"We will, mamacita. With any luck, you can help me raise the bar." It's a return, a promise that it won't be just the one time. And if it is with Magnus, this'll be a repeat occasion.[break][break]

Her talking about his crew being nice was an understatement though. In truth, Magnus loved everyone they had so far. They hadn't gotten too many members, but the small knit family so far was truly a treat for all. But the promise of pussy... the way she licks her lips.[break][break]

Didn't take long for that little friend to get awful friendly. And Magnus would let her know when she got close and whispered, pushing that nail against his skin.[break][break]

"You kiddin'? Eager already. Two minutes on the dance floor, he'll be lovin' it."[break][break]

He's closer himself, giving him the golden gaze, bedroom eyes ready to take her away. "I love the floor, but let's be real. I excel at the horizontal tango... wanna learn the moves? My little friend would be happy to show you all the moves." It's a heated whisper, as his hand moves around her, letting the club know what was now his. And he was gonna take it.

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This was the day the Hound was born. A member of his gang that hit with a damn near unattainable force. Magnus had his strength from fitness and training, and his giant stature helped, but Oz? Shorter, but almost a belt grade above Magnus. This was the respect that gave him that name.[break][break]

Punch, after punch, after punch. A haymaker here, an uppercut there, a knee to the stomach and a throw to the ring wall. It didn't matter, it was insane.[break][break]

Magnus would never correct him. To him, this was just as good as sex. Beating the tar out of each other, wearing each other out. Oz would be a good partner for training. He'd be a greater man still. But as they rest finally... the match over...[break][break]

A compliment and a question. "You're not too bad yourself. You've got stamina, and a helluva hook." He says this, battered, bruised, and bloody. His left eye was closed, probably due to the pain of it being opened, and as he wrapped his bloodied knuckles, he would continue.[break][break]

"Nah. Team Rocket's some pussy shit." He gets up, wincing a little and turning to show his back. The double-headed dog on his white jacket.[break][break]

"Jack Magnus. Leader of Orthrus. We run Unova, and been thinking about hoppin' around to another region. These twin heads belong to Orthrus. One's me. The other is @marshall, the man I formed Orthrus with."[break][break]

He turns his head, so his good eye can look Oz up and down.[break][break]

"Wanna join? We like raising hell, getting what we want by taking it. And we got a fight club."[break][break]

It's the offer of a lifetime. He turns fully and extends a hand out.

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Dirty thirty. Oh, how true that was. He could feel the contact of her skin on his own, feel it in his mind as he ran, having scooped her up and dashing with his own giant's speed. How right it feels is something that crosses his mind a lot.[break][break]

Job to do. No time to think about how much he liked it.[break][break]

Coco was far and ahead, barking to make sure Magnus and Jasmine both together kept their footing, and with Camellia going as well, it was easy to match their speed. Magnus isn't terribly distracted, but every few feet, his protector nature comes out. He checks to make sure Jasmine is okay, looking down.[break][break]

And on the fourth time he does this, the six foot nine giant slaps his head against a branch, breaking the branch off, but it does have Magnus skid to a halt. His hands are busy with Jasmine, so all he can do is wince. His head wasn't just a cinderblock, there was a brain behind those golden eyes, and that was a painful slap to the head, absolutely.[break][break]

Coco is still barking ahead...[break][break]

"Ah, fuck that hurt." He was bleeding now from the head, as it trickled down the side of his face. ozias ambrose could hit harder than that, period. Still hurt like hell.[break][break]

"Bleedin'?" He looks down to Jasmine, one of his eyes closed now.[break][break]

The pain of being a literal giant.

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Summer was vulnerable now. Had Magnus been a worse man, he'd have probably knocked her out and taken what was his. The prize was worth it, but it didn't sit right. Code of honor, that kind of shit. It'd plague his mind for years to come.[break][break]

So instead, upon her telling him to return his Houndoom, both balls came out, and though reluctant themselves, both dogs re-entered their abodes as Summer shuts the door.[break][break]

Now came the question.[break][break]

"So. We're alone now." Only reason a woman like her would close the door was privacy. He takes a step forward, and begins to pull off his jacket. "Think this is the start of something great, queen. Less I'm readin' the room wrong."[break][break]

He stares to the desk, tossing his jacket to a chair nearby. A bedroom gaze tells her all she needs to know.

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"Tempura, baby."[break][break]

He had ordered it once or twice back at the hideout, and treated them to it, with a pizza slid around too in case they didn't want any. He remembers fondly having fed her himself. The smile on her lips. Her happiness.[break][break]

It dug itself into his head, a memory he adored every bit of. Only getting finished when she mentioned the lap dance.[break][break]

"Both. One for all to see... and one for me to see." He was just as devious too with his own eyes, knowing that it wasn't even code for it, it was a desire. That wouldn't just be a lap dance. That'd be her against the wall again. Something he did often. Something he enjoyed quite often.[break][break]

He loved to hear his name come from her lips in that cloud nine ecstasy.[break][break]

When her hand parts his, he feels a vacuum that was her heat missing, and he retracts his hand. Not only Camellia but Coco too, now barking as if to corroberate it. Now wasn't the time for them to be... them.[break][break]

With the foorprints, Coco begins to smell the scent, and takes off into a light jog, so that Magnus and Jasmine could keep up with her. The small, light barks to let them know she's got it. And with it, Magnus would look at Jasmine. "Let's go, beautiful."[break][break]

Instead of taking her hand, he elects for the better approach. Her legs were probably tired.[break][break]

So. Time to carry her in his own light jog.

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Ah. Casino Starlight. It was a great place, if Magnus didn't have to wear this insane getup, he'd probably be stoked about all the ass he could hold in his hands. Unfortunately for him though, he wanted to stick to the theme, since he was with his girl, Leilani Ka’uhane. With her around his arm, no chance in hell was he gonna not at least try.[break][break]

Man was a lot of things; a raging douche canoe, a massive asshole, a silver-tongued manwhore. But one who disappoints his own pack? Not one of 'em.[break][break]

So here he sits in glorified cosplay, a fake beard, fake pointy ears, and golden adorned cosplay armor. He didn't make it himself, but he knew a guy and had it ordered for twice the price asked to be sent sooner than later. It shimmered in the lights of the casino, and he felt oddly befitting once all was said and done.[break][break]

He looked good. But nothing beats Leilani looking like she did, and dangerous was definitely the word he'd use for her. With a whistle, and a low growl, he knew he would enjoy a lot more than just the activities of the night.[break][break]

Owner was sexy as hell too. Maybe Yumi Hasegawa would be down for some entertainment later from King Magnus?[break][break]

... eh. Women like that likely didn't want anything of the like. She had a similar vibe to Summer Atreides, and even if he tried, he'd bark up a tree more thna likely. But who knows. Maybe he'd get lucky?[break][break]

However, he promised to be Lani's date, so he had to muzzle himself a little when it came to that. So here they are, while she squeezes his arm, he just turns his head, those red contacts in his eyes to her sapphires as she asked where to go first.[break][break]

He kept his voice the same. He reined his libido in, just a little. "Wouldn't mind a drink there, princess. Maybe then I'll be a bit hands-on-" his arm moves around her waist to her hip, a squeeze. "-with some games?" At least he COULD rein it in.

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God she was hot when she was mad.[break][break]

Magnus liked seeing her let up on the heel, the flame and smoke from the Emboar was nowhere near as hot as her. As she crossed her arms over her chest, and he finally got himself up, now with a bigger smirk on his face, he coos out.[break][break]

"Three? Well, here's your first. Consider it a peace offerin', maybe a foot in the door." He would hold out his phone, with every bit the information from who was trying to blackmail Summer. Name, organization, occupation, everything. As he smirks, and raises a brow, he finds considers where to go from there. "Course, if that doesn't count, you tell me what you need, and I'll personally tend to it myself."[break][break]

And when he proves his loyalty... perhaps they can have dinner? Coco and Latte just look on, Coco irritated he let it go on as long. But that, that was the Jack Magnus guarantee![break][break]

Well.[break][break]

That was, if she decided it was for her to enjoy a little dinner with him. Maybe he'd hit the strip joint instead.

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Was it tame of him? Magnus pondered if it really was, but he just wasn't feeling that promiscuous. Maybe it's the good mood he's in. Maybe he just wanted to wait until she was begging for it. Or... something else. He can't put his finger on it, but he was content not to bend her over against a tree for once.[break][break]

"Hm. Is it?" His golden gaze turns back to her, wondering if it was truly tame. Once they returned to the hideout, he'd have his way with her as he did. He knew that much, ingrained in him. This wouldn't last.[break][break]

Holding her hand, fingers moving between her's, they could share this moment. Once they went home, he'd go back to sleeping around, she'd go back to sleeping around, and they'd both go back to arguing with each other about it. That hateful cycle of lust and jealousy that the two of them perpetuated often. He hated it.[break][break]

Her devious little coo only made it worse, because he was doing all this for her... she said the other day, she wasn't his property. But she was his, and that much was true. He wouldn't get that out of his head. She was the one who worked for him, and thus she was a dog of Orthrus.[break][break]

She was all his.[break][break]

Even Daddy Maggie can spoil sometimes. And if it meant keeping her hands from touching a corpse, and collecting the money to keep spoiling his gang members...[break][break]

When the words move to seafood, Magnus has to consider if everyone can handle it. And he goes back to @deimos and vee loxley, who would be vehemently against it. Wine, if fruity, sure, but no seafood? Damn. "You'll get your fruity wine, baby. How about sushi, then? Maybe a lap dance for my birthday party after."[break][break]

Ah.[break][break]

That explained it.[break][break]

Daddy Maggie hit 30 years old. No wonder he was being so nice. Spoiling her. Holding her hand now so romantically. He was feeling possessive again.

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He doesn't let it sour him or hurt him. Magnus is bulletproof, save for a few spots. Her calling him a dog, a scoundrel, a crook, well... it wasn't incorrect. In fact, he just grins at her. He liked the banter. He liked all of that that floated around.[break][break]

But it's in what Magnus says that surprises him. "Nah. We can wait till we get home for that." Magnus. Turning down some risky business to handle the job. Maybe it was a professional thing, but he was content enough to just be around Jasmine. Maybe that's all he needed right now. Either way you hack it, he was okay. For now.[break][break]

"Ah, don't worry, Jazzy, I got it. Don't you hurt those nails of yours and let the Mag Daddy handle it." He points to himself with a thumb, confident, arrogant even. A little shine on his teeth as if the sun were so easily shining off it.[break][break]

A little flex for the armcandy he knew she loved, a show off of muscles to boot.[break][break]

Camellia trots slowly, curling her tail, and attempting to get the scent. Magnus considered his tastes and her own to be similar to a degree. He loved his Houndooms, and the moment he got a Mega for Coco, he'd have it in a heartbeat. Fire and Ice. A deadly combination. She was the cool spring breeze, and he was the hot'n heavy hot summer air.[break][break]

They collapsed into each other seamlessly. Naturally even.[break][break]

When the trail moves off the route, and her hand brushes to his, he sees her flinch back, and clear her throat, as if touching him was this taboo act. That was due to his own reluctance to make this any more than what it should be. But deciding to take the advance himself, he snatches her hand in his, and looks at her.[break][break]

"Let me lead the way, gorgeous."[break][break]

Protector instincts came through him like that show they watched with the vampires and werewolves. Like a pack leader in the wolf group. That's what Orthrus was to him; a pack. No matter who came their way, he'd beat and bruise anyone who dared tried to step to him, but if they hurt anyone in Orthrus.[break][break]

No punches pulled, Maggie would kill. He's done it before for less. He'll do it again. And that ran double for Jazz.[break][break]

"After this, we should get dinner. Bring it home to the gang. Buy some wine."[break][break]

Was Maggie... being casual? Truthfully, it was just one of his good moods. As Coco continues to sniff the air next to what was her sister, snorting quietly. She liked Camellia. She'd really like it if Magnus would just stop sleeping with weird Pink women (Juliet Yearwood), or Blue twinks (mint frost) (even if she liked Blue Twink). Honestly, she felt so disapproving at times with him. Probably why she really liked Jasmine as is.[break][break]

Magnus just needed to get a clue.[break][break]

"I'm thinking seafood. You?"

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That little slip-up. That didn't go unnoticed. Not completely. While Magnus was staring at her chest, and he had no reason to peel away, he made sure he could see it for the split second it was there. He looked normal, or tried to, but game recognize game. Either she saw him like a meal...[break][break]

Or she saw him like a tower to be toppled just now.[break][break]

And Magnus accepts her challenge. She's colder, smarter than she first appears. And a smart woman is a dangerous woman, no matter how sexy they are. He knew dangerous women. Jasmine Blair, Leilani Ka’uhane, and @keira come to mind immediately.[break][break]

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He goes along with it for now. To the hotel, and she seems to stride in easy enough, but a few red flags are pretty apparent. Two beds... why? This isn't his first rodeo, and he's used to two beds here or there. But... that strikes him as odd. The second, why was the second bed covered in ripped up clothes? Sewn together? Part of him wants to believe she sews, and it seems true. The sheet at the window has him blink. What was that...? There was a tripod underneath.[break][break]

Probably just a project. He ignores the warning signs. Maybe she's shooting a film? Kinky Pinky.[break][break]

Of course, if she didn't put out on the first date... what the hell was this all about? Must have been the last guy. He makes a mental note.[break][break]

Her rules are simple enough, a little irritating, but if he can relax and show himself up, he would. "Aight, sure. go get cleaned up, sugar. I'll just hang." Part of him wants to break the rules to tempt her into showing her real side. Because she wasn't being honest either. "Go get dolled up, we'll go get dinner. On me."[break][break]

Magnus learned something very young. If someone can't knock him down... they'll try the cloak and dagger. Now it was a game to see if she was truly a player behind her facade... or just a very weird innocent girl.[break][break]

So he lays there, now on the bed, waiting.

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