Nothing personal, bitch

Summer 2021, Week 4, Friday late afternoon

Laslow Karivatz Briggins' Home

Laslow Karivatz-Briggins

He practices maintaining a hold on his borrowed ice manipulation, while exercising it slowly. It was almost like flexing repeatedly, allowing the cold to frost the glass of his cup and letting the drink cool before relaxing and allowing it to thaw again. 1562.. 1563.. 1564..

[Ice Manipulation (Borrowed), Basic x2, -0EP (25/25)]

  The phone rang, interrupting his focus. Not even setting down his drink, a now frosty cold clase azul resposado, he pulls the phone out and answers the call. "You got the floor."   "Hey, you weren't getting the hit job done quickly enough, so we contracted someone else that got it done yesterday. We will continue to do business with them from now on."   Gritting his teeth with rage, he replies coldly "The fuck you mean you hired someone else? Your contract was with me."   "Yeah, well we found someone better for our needs, and are letting you go. Nothing personal, bitch."   The phone call ended before Laslow could reply, leaving him to slowly set down his phone. They are undercutting me? I'll fucking cut the balls off this asshole and make them choke on them! Gripping the glass tighter and tighter, breathing heavily with rising anger before letting his rage boil over into a scream of hate, his borrowed power exploding with cold energy, a winter nexus that took the entirety of his home and reducing the ambient temperature to a bone-chilling -20°F.

[Ice Manipulation (Borrowed), Strenuous x1, -15EP (10/25)]

  His breath visible in the air, he continues to seethe with fury as he makes his way to the entrance of his basement compound. I'll kill those little shits, and that new bitch they hired, too!