Part 6: The Corporates
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At the WWF Offices
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Kane knew he had no choice. He needed back up against the Ministry. And if magical back up wasn't available, physical would be. And the only way he could get that was to go see McMahon.
He disliked McMahon. He disliked his wife, son and daughter. He didn't like the marketing team or the "writers" for the WWF either.
But he liked staying away from MOD, and he liked keeping Ravyn alive.
He hadn't seen her in nearly a week, although he heard her calling out to him in his mind. He had blocked it.
McMahon greeted him at the front desk of his office, shaking his hand, and leading him to the back room.
"What can I do you for you, Kane?" he asked, knowing full well why the Big Red Machine was there.
Kane gulped down his pride. And for the first time, he actually spoke to Vince McMahon. "I need your help."
Luckily, Vince knew most of the stuff about the MOD. He also believed in demons, magic and Power. And he knew that many of his wrestlers treaded on the Dark Side.
"So you're coming back to the corporates?" McMahon asked.
Kane nodded, grunting through his mask.
"And you want us to hire these three women-Heavynne, Calliope and Ravyn, as well as protect them?"
Kane nodded again.
"You're asking a lot," Vince sat at his desk, mulling this over. "But we need to get rid of the Ministry. And if these women are as powerful as you say they are, we could use them on our side." He stood, offering his hand to Kane. "You have a deal. We'll have a meeting here with you and them and some of my more trusted employees tomorrow. Let them know, and we'll see you all at ten o'clock."
Kane thanked him gruffly, leaving the bulding silently. He put a cloak up, so teh Ministry woulnd't be able to track him to Heavynne's apartment.
At the Apartment
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RAvyn sighed. Calliope and Heavynne still wouldn't let her leave the apartment. They were still concerned about her head trauma, although she was fine now. They ahd left her at the apartment while they ran out to get some magickal supplies.
So Ravyn decdied to make them dinner. She was cooking the chicken for fettucini alfredo when the door opened. She ran to the living to greet her sisters, since she now thought of Calliope as a sister as well. But it wasn't her sisters. It was Kane.
Her eyes hardened, looking like sapphires in ice. She wasn't even embarassed to be wearing her boxer shorts and sports bra in front of him. She was angry. But she didn't know if she should scream at him, order him out of the apartment, or hug him.
Kane seemed to understand this. "I'm not that huggable," he tried to joke. That ws the first time she'd heard him make a joke, and she tried not to grin.
So she decided to scream at him. She stomped over to the door, slamming it shut, pushing the seven foot tall man into the living room. Planrting her hands on her hips, she let him have it. "Why the hell haven't you contacted us? I was worried! *We* were worried!" she circled him like a cat, his eyes followed her every move. "Where the hell were you?
she finished in an exasperated tone, when he cdidn't answer her at first.
"Cloaked," his painful voice told her. "I was hiding from the Ministry. I didn't want them to find me, and find you."
Ravyn narrowed her eyes. "So why are you here?"
"Business proposal," he gestured to the couch. "Can I sit? The cloaking is draining."Ravyn nodded. If there was one thing she knew about magick, it was that it drained your body of energy. Physical and mental.
Ravyn sat beside him, squished into the corner of the couch by his hulking figure. "So what's the business proposal?"
"McMahon wants you and your sisters to join the WWF," his eyes were trained to her, watching her intently. Ravyn felt heat rising in her cheeks at his intense scrutiny. "He wants you to help him with the Ministry of Darkness, and he also offers physical defence."
Ravyn nodded slowly, just as Heavynne and Calliope walked into the apartment. Seeing Ravyn's scanty state of dress, Calliope opened her mouth, with a sly grin Heavynne looked at her warningly, knowing this wasn't a social call.
"So what does McMahon want us to do?" she asked. Calliope glared, hating that her powers of telepathy were not as advaced as Heavynne's.
"Meeting, tomorrow," Kane's voice was becoming more pained. "I'll come get you in the morning and take you to him." eh stood from the couch, waling towards the door.
"Stay for dinner," Calliope blurted, not wanting to see him leave Ravyn again. She had seen the tears her Craft sister hd blinked back a week ago when he left. But the masked man didn't turn around.
"I prefer to eat alone," he grunted, then was gone.
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At the WWF Offices
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Kane knew he had no choice. He needed back up against the Ministry. And if magical back up wasn't available, physical would be. And the only way he could get that was to go see McMahon.
He disliked McMahon. He disliked his wife, son and daughter. He didn't like the marketing team or the "writers" for the WWF either.
But he liked staying away from MOD, and he liked keeping Ravyn alive.
He hadn't seen her in nearly a week, although he heard her calling out to him in his mind. He had blocked it.
McMahon greeted him at the front desk of his office, shaking his hand, and leading him to the back room.
"What can I do you for you, Kane?" he asked, knowing full well why the Big Red Machine was there.
Kane gulped down his pride. And for the first time, he actually spoke to Vince McMahon. "I need your help."
Luckily, Vince knew most of the stuff about the MOD. He also believed in demons, magic and Power. And he knew that many of his wrestlers treaded on the Dark Side.
"So you're coming back to the corporates?" McMahon asked.
Kane nodded, grunting through his mask.
"And you want us to hire these three women-Heavynne, Calliope and Ravyn, as well as protect them?"
Kane nodded again.
"You're asking a lot," Vince sat at his desk, mulling this over. "But we need to get rid of the Ministry. And if these women are as powerful as you say they are, we could use them on our side." He stood, offering his hand to Kane. "You have a deal. We'll have a meeting here with you and them and some of my more trusted employees tomorrow. Let them know, and we'll see you all at ten o'clock."
Kane thanked him gruffly, leaving the bulding silently. He put a cloak up, so teh Ministry woulnd't be able to track him to Heavynne's apartment.
At the Apartment
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RAvyn sighed. Calliope and Heavynne still wouldn't let her leave the apartment. They were still concerned about her head trauma, although she was fine now. They ahd left her at the apartment while they ran out to get some magickal supplies.
So Ravyn decdied to make them dinner. She was cooking the chicken for fettucini alfredo when the door opened. She ran to the living to greet her sisters, since she now thought of Calliope as a sister as well. But it wasn't her sisters. It was Kane.
Her eyes hardened, looking like sapphires in ice. She wasn't even embarassed to be wearing her boxer shorts and sports bra in front of him. She was angry. But she didn't know if she should scream at him, order him out of the apartment, or hug him.
Kane seemed to understand this. "I'm not that huggable," he tried to joke. That ws the first time she'd heard him make a joke, and she tried not to grin.
So she decided to scream at him. She stomped over to the door, slamming it shut, pushing the seven foot tall man into the living room. Planrting her hands on her hips, she let him have it. "Why the hell haven't you contacted us? I was worried! *We* were worried!" she circled him like a cat, his eyes followed her every move. "Where the hell were you?
she finished in an exasperated tone, when he cdidn't answer her at first.
"Cloaked," his painful voice told her. "I was hiding from the Ministry. I didn't want them to find me, and find you."
Ravyn narrowed her eyes. "So why are you here?"
"Business proposal," he gestured to the couch. "Can I sit? The cloaking is draining."Ravyn nodded. If there was one thing she knew about magick, it was that it drained your body of energy. Physical and mental.
Ravyn sat beside him, squished into the corner of the couch by his hulking figure. "So what's the business proposal?"
"McMahon wants you and your sisters to join the WWF," his eyes were trained to her, watching her intently. Ravyn felt heat rising in her cheeks at his intense scrutiny. "He wants you to help him with the Ministry of Darkness, and he also offers physical defence."
Ravyn nodded slowly, just as Heavynne and Calliope walked into the apartment. Seeing Ravyn's scanty state of dress, Calliope opened her mouth, with a sly grin Heavynne looked at her warningly, knowing this wasn't a social call.
"So what does McMahon want us to do?" she asked. Calliope glared, hating that her powers of telepathy were not as advaced as Heavynne's.
"Meeting, tomorrow," Kane's voice was becoming more pained. "I'll come get you in the morning and take you to him." eh stood from the couch, waling towards the door.
"Stay for dinner," Calliope blurted, not wanting to see him leave Ravyn again. She had seen the tears her Craft sister hd blinked back a week ago when he left. But the masked man didn't turn around.
"I prefer to eat alone," he grunted, then was gone.