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» The Wolf in Men's Clothing, Caleb Mocke, Olivier Kowalski
CALEB MOCKE
 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 04:48 AM
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It was early. Noon. The sky was a light grey, dotted with dots of light shimmering through. The rain from the night before hung around, clogging up the air with the scent of dirt and mud. The air itself was thick, musty, overwhelming to the senses.

Caleb sighed, his eyes glancing upon the buildings he passed. He was hitching a ride with a coworker. Granted, a coworker he cared none for, but a coworker nontheless. He looked on with general disinterest as the woman yammered on and on about his overall performance. Protocol this, questions that. At least he got the clicks, right? Caleb was rather new to the business, but he had made a name for himself, in a way. Scandals, mostly. Obtained by some sleeping around, Caleb had commited several acts of defamation of character and exposed a many. He was known as the Violet Killer.

The buildings in which he passed were of a high stature, built to perfection. They seemed to be of another reality, with the ethereal glow of a fantasy. It was, to be completely honest, an eyesore for the man. Their focus on grandeur and uniqueness ended up making the entire thing quite the annoyance. Not to mention how cookie cutter it all felt, as it seemed a few assets were created, mixed around, and called a housing unit. The signature designs of other Violets were oh so apparent. Corvacci's infamous spirals, the Lindwell's fountains. It was so delicately distasteful

It was raining now, droplets of water spiralling down to earth in a dramatic finale. The beams of light were gone, replaced by an angry steel color. The light dimmed as the sun disappeared behind the clouds. He clicked his tongue in disbelief. He hadn't brought an umbrella. The world went on, albeit a little more gloomy.

The hum of the engine passed through his body as the car speeded past the house. Looming down at his datapad, he pulled up a profile on the subject of his interview. Olivier Kowalski, son of Elior and Isa Kowalski. Possible heir to the business. He was scheduled for an interview today, with none other than the wolf in sheep's clothing. This was an exclusive interview, for today at least, with a one on one encounter. Perhaps they would get to know each other a little more than just friends.

Caleb's mind spun at the idea of intimacy. Him, with the son of a powerful silver? Scandalous! Headline worthy. He smirked in an act of perverted pleasure, as he touched up his hair a bit more. He was here to impress. He buttoned up his collar, and refilled the capsuled in his mouth, hiding the might before.

The man exited the car, promptly slamming the door in an act of rebellion and apathy. He walked forward, his shoes clicking across the pavement. He pressed the doorbell, in which was answered by the door opening.

"Caleb Mocke, The Violet Witness,"

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This was the day, a day that could make or break it for one Olivier Kowalski. His father had placed the image of their family’s name on the hands of his only son, and more than anything Olivier wanted to make him proud.

This was his first solo interview, the first where he would have complete autonomy to speak in his family’s name. As far as violet came, reporters were Olivier’s least favorite kind. They were the sharks of the bunch, the ones who had the most power and with one word they could ruin someone’s reputation for the 5 next generations to come. People liked to complain how metallic colors held all the power, but they didn’t realized it wasn’t as easy as just doing whatever you wanted. With Power comes responsibility as that old proverb said.

Olivier dressed sharp, a formal suit instead of his usual cool (extravagant) unique style. He didn’t forego his many rings however, and the silver streaks on his hair was also an odd offset with the outfit. He was looking great in his opinion. What would a violent agency be if the silvers running it weren’t just as stylish?

Just as he was trying to find a perfect hairstyle for the fifty time, one of the brown maids came to tell him one Mr Mocke from the Violet Witness was at there. She had already invited him in to wait in the living room and another maid had offered him coffee like a good host. “I’ll be down in a minute, thanks Lisa~”

True to his word, a minute later Olivier was coming to the living room with all his flair, the only thing missing was a cape for him billow dramatically, but he thought his father wouldn’t find that very appropriate, which was unfortunate.

“Good afternoon. CALEB MOCKE, isn’t it? I’m Olivier. Erm… Kowalski. Olivier Kowaski.” Dammit, why are you such a mess Oli?? He thought to himself as he fumbled with his words. At least he didn’t stutter this time.

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Caleb glanced up from his coffee, noticing the rather well dressed man before him. Olivier Kowalski, the man of the hour. He was, cute. Not exactly the hot rugged type, but definitely the type one could appreciate the night with. Then, he heard him speak. Lovely, the Silver seemed to be... nervous, maybe? He found it hilarious, a sudden thought flickering into his head. Maybe he could try something.

"Yes, it's Caleb. If you don't mind me asking, but... you seem to be a bit..." he paused, pouring a bit of his whiskey from his flask into the coffee. He lifted the cup up, draining it of it's contents. "..Nervous?"

He let out a loud sigh, crossing his legs and setting his eyes upon the man. Caleb made sure he looked as intimidating as ever, a look of of general disinterest strewn upon his face. He pulled out his notepad, making sure to have it seem as dramatic and important as possible. He looked up.

"Oh, if you don't mind, I would like it if all of the staff and others would clear the area? My recorder picks up on all other noise, and it would be better if it was just the the two of us." He smiled, putting all of his charisma into use. Power. Caleb needed control.

He looked at the man, his eyes scanning for a reaction, anything. He twisted his mouth into a pursed smile, as he pretended to write something down in his journal. Who knows? Maybe the man wouldn't bs affected at all by Caleb's actions, but, it didn't hurt to try.

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 Posted: Feb 25 2018, 10:36 PM
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Did the guy just spike the lovely coffee Lisa made for him? Alcoholic perhaps? Some violets tended to go down that path, the pressures of fame being too much for them to handle, though reporters and journalists usually leeched off of fame instead of basking on it.

Whatever it was, it didn’t stop the man from being sharp. He noticed Olivier’s discomfort, step it up man, you can’t show weakness, he told himself. “It might be just your impression” he smiled in what he hoped to be a smooth way (though it was a little to tight) before he sat on the couch in front of Caleb, faking a casual posture. The man seemed to be made of ice, like he was bored with Olivier’s presence already and he wouldn’t find that to be that shocking, oli wasn’t the most interesting of big names out there, he was still just a trainee.

They both had to pretend, he supposed.

He looked at the few security and a couple of maids around. He dismissed the maids but not the security. It never hurt to have a few grays around when you were with strangers “Don’t worry about them, they are quiet as a mouse” He sat more comfortable even as his stomach made flips inside of him. Be cool Olivier. What was he writing dammit. Oli tried to peek, they hadn’t even started the questions yet. “I’m ready when you are?” It wasn’t supposed to sound like a question.

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 Posted: Mar 1 2018, 11:15 AM
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Odd, this Silver didn't listen to what Caleb asked for. It was, a flavorful change. Most people in his position would follow blindly, making sure that all of Caleb's needs were met. It was fun while it lasted, but after an hour or so of him barking out demands to the higher Color, he found it rather boring and mundane. Sure, those encounters usually ended up hot and heavy (if they swung his way) but Olivier had done something different, right off the bat. Fun.

He shook his head in a mock disappointment, pursing his lips and pretending to scribble something down in his notepad. He was being a jerk, and he knew it. But, he needed to mess with the boy just a little bit more.

"Hmph. Okay, Olivier." he scoffed in response, his eyes flickering up to look at the man, judging and observing his face. The maids had left with relative ease, but the Violet idn't like the fact that the Grays were so close by. Well, it wasn't his fault if the Silver felt embarassed.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his voice recorder and placing it on the table. With a few clicks, the device hummed to life, becoming an unbiased judge, a truthful critic. It just waited for a mistake to happen.

Caleb licked his lips, sitting up and giving the Silver a small smile. It was a customary expression, a way of saying, "Don't screw this up," with a curve of the mouth. He coughed, looking down at his notepad full of questions.

"Olivier, how big are you?"

He asked this calmly, his voice clear and sharp, unwavering. It was a with no doubt a strategic move, meant to unnerve even the most stone cold of businessmen. How? It was a questioned that posed the danger of seeming unprofessional or dare say, uncharismatic, awkward. Caleb looked up, his eyes playful and mischievious, waiting for a chance to pounce.

Often times, the Violet found that the question usually had two responses. One being a rambling about something other than the more lustful interpretation, or just a very awkward, very strange response

He smirked. With the trap set, the cat waited for the mouse to dance its way into the feline's metallic jaws.

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Well….. Seems like Oli managed to push the violet’s buttons already, all that because he didn’t send the grays away? Seemed excessive, but Caleb was a violet, gods knew how much of divas they could be if you accidentally offended them. Oli didn’t feel particularly inclined to change his mind, besides, if he did now he’d appear weak and easily manipulated.

And so the recorder was pulled out. It sat between the two of them, ready to pick up on any words said, recorded for posterity. Words could be as much of a weapon as any gun. Olivier felt jittery, and he was pretty sure Caleb was enjoying making him squirm with how he dragged everything with that shit eating grin.

How big are you, he asked.

And Oli blinked, his mind jumping into the inappropriate meaning of the question, but then he realized that would be a ridiculous thing for a reporter to ask. Olivier cleared his throat “W-well.” He started and paused so he could focus on not showing his stutter. “My family is quite big, we’re known in the business as one of the agencies that builds stars from the ground. But me? I’m still have a long way to go before i can consider myself big” Humbleness was good right? He wouldn’t sound arrogant and full of himself, people hated that in a person.


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He raised an eyebrow as the Silver stuttered out a response. Hmph, that was easier than expected. Olivier gave the typical reaction, deflecting the sinful interpretation of the question and converting it to something about his family's business. And, to be frank, Caleb couldn't give a single fuck about the boy's family. No, he preferred to let his eyes rake up and down the man's slim physique, asking risque questions and indulging his senses in pure lust.

Alas, he wasn't at that point yet.

Caleb scratched down words in his notepad, staring at the man all the while, thinking, calculating. His gears clicked and turned as his mind concocted ways for him to antagonize the man in front of him. He paused, reaching down to pull the flask from the table. He glanced around at the Grays around him, before he poured the liquid down his throat. It was a strategic move, meant to convey disinterest, letting a sigh escape his lips after he ingested the toxin.

He glanced at the man before him, letting the words slip out of his lips, sharp and precise.

"Olivier, if you don't mind me asking, what kind of stars do you prefer? Of course, in your industry, there must be some sort of "instant hire" kind of card. What is it?" he hummed, letting each and every word draw out. It was a sort of ambiguous question, the meanings many and interpretations endless. All the while, the pacing indicated something different, something... sexual.

His eyes looked up at Olivier, bright and mischevious. He wet his lips, sitting back and waving his hand in an act of grandeur.

"Of course, assuming you have a type?"

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Olivier felt like a sardine staring down a shark. This shouldn’t be this difficult, nor this should be this intimidating. The other man seemed to be about his age, and it wasn’t like he was built like an obsidian or even a gray and yet Oli felt pretty trapped. He had the sneaking suspicion that Calebe was doing it on purpose. There was something about the disinterested face and careful movements that seemed…. Deliberate.

His questions were also carefully worded, with second and third meanings behind each phrase. Olivier was quite the virgin but he wasn’t dumb. What’s your type, pff. His type was impossible to obtain cute mermaids from the gold caste. But obviously he couldn’t say that, so he sticked with the safe answers, also known as the boring answers.

“That’s actually an excellent question, what someone consider a must have in a violet actually varies, and often opinions diverge even within my family even. Me particularly? I like passion and for someone to be unique. Art is much more valuable for me if you can actually see the person put their soul in it” Well, it might be the ‘boring answer’ but Olivier was actually passionate about the subject and he had so many opinions of it.

He turned his bright silver eyes at the violet in front of him, a question making him curious “You’re a violet, but not really an artist. What do you think of as true art?”


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The light in his eyes was unnerving.

Olivier's responses were quick, punctual, to the point and dreadfully safe. Despite Caleb's best efforts to throw the boy off, it seemed like only his initial words had any effect. Now, it only seemed that the vocalized information did nothing to Olivier. It was so mind numbingly plain.

Caleb glanced at the recorder, his mind humming and clicking as to what he should do. The silence in the room was nearly electric, with the uncomfortableness of it all intensifying every motionless second. Caleb was motionless, his mind deep at work. He glanced back up at Olivier. Oh, maybe he had it.

With a cold smile, the Violet pushed off his knees, scooping up the device in the process. He clicked the device a few times, and the machine hummed to a stop. Launching off one leg, he moved forward, walking directly toward Olivier, before he began to circle the chair in which the Silver sat. He slowed down to a stop directly behind the man, and turned the device back on.

"Art? By definition, it is anything created by Violets, as our soul purpose is to produce such pieces. Of course, you must feel the same, don't you Olivier?".

It was a calculated question, a loaded one at that. His response could either dictate a shunning by fellow color purists, or a hideous backlash from the liberals that plagued the Violet's work. Of course, that's what the man predicted.

He leaned closer to the man's neck, adding in that little invasion of privacy to make the situation all the more taboo. He rested his arm on the back of the chair, holding the recorder parallel to Olivier's face.

God, did he love his job.

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What was Caleb doing? They weren’t done with the interview? Olivier had a face of confusion when Caleb turned the recorder off. Did he do something bad? Did he say something wrong? Or did the man wanted to say something that would be off the record? He couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was a mouse running around a very hungry cat’s trap.

An answer for Olivier’s question, an answer he didn’t quite agree with. “Art maybe. But good art? Not every violet can produce good art, i’ve seen it with my eyes. A violet can have all the education and even talent and still be unable to produce quality art. Of course, that’s my view. Why did we-”

He just then realized how close Caleb was. Too close in fact. Aaaaaaand he was recording again, not that he cared, that was he answer and he wouldn’t change it no matter what. Buuuuuut the closeness was really making him uncomfortable. Oli got up and backed away a few steps.

“Erm Mr. Mocke. A bit too close, you.” it was Mr. Mocke now, because Oli was unsettled, unconfortable, out of depth. Why was this guy acting like a pink?? Oli didn’t even like pinks. He sat on the opposite couch, where Caleb had been before.


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Caleb rolled his eyes, pushing his hands off the chair and positioning himself upright. He stepped out from behind the seat, adorning a smug smile as he looked down at the man below him. The man's reply was safe, unexpected. But, all the more tempting.

Caleb turned, placing himself into the cushioned seat with an air of grandeur about him. He crossed his legs, leaning back into the chair with the same, identical movements as before. His eyes cast upon the man in front of him, eyes cold and piercing, an attempt to make Olivier squirm. Of course, he wasn't exactly sure if it would work at this point, but he did it nonetheless.

He brought the recorder to his lips, raising an eyebrow and chuckling. He fixed his collar, and he placed the device onto the table.

"Excuse me if I'm being a little too blunt Mr. Kowalski, but I believe you're a bit older than me. A year, it seems." His words were soft, each word strewn together in a woven pattern. They had a rhythm to them, a everpresent beat behind them. He sighed, raising his hand to point at the man in front of him.

"I mean, we're both adults here, are we not? Both powerful, sexual beings, both capable of even the slightest bit of physical closeness?" He was no stranger to his sexuality, his prolific nature well known in the Violet world. He had no shame in the subject, but rather flaunted around his reputation, using it to make others uncomfortable.

Then, it clicked. It was a subject often held against people in the school years, more as the years progressed. He smiled, his expression reminiscent of a crouched feline.

"I mean, you have had sex, right?

He blinked, his movements cold and snakelike.

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Did the violet who was supposed to come and interview Olivier get replaced by a pink without anyone noticing? Because that was seriously the vibe Oli was getting from Caleb right now. And at the same time, there was also a certain… aura about him that most pinks he’d met didn’t have, the kind that was used to make people do as he pleased. An aura that Violets didn’t usually have, but maybe it was a journalist thing. It was the kind of Violet Oli wasn’t used to dealing with, so what did he know??

And then Caleb honest to Fortuna said the phrase ‘powerful and sexual beings’ to refer to Oli. Oli who never been with a person, oli who blushed at the idea of kissing someone for real. This was most certainly not what he was here for, and definitely not the kind of subject that should come up in the news. Olivier felt uncomfortable and deeply embarrassed.

He was indeed a huge, nerd, virgin, and most of the time he wasn’t too ashamed to admit. He was only 25, there was plenty of time to find the true love of his life, the silver girl who would be his lovely wife and have a movie romance with, and dates and flowers and everything. (he tried not to think of the gold he wanted to have such things, that was forbidden and highly inappropriate.)

Right now though, he knew it would be a weapon that could be used against him, something used to smear his name and consequently his family. It shouldn’t be a big deal, and yet for a silver, who could afford any and every pink he so wished, what would people think??

He cleared his throat, frowning behind his too wide glasses and shifting in his seat nervously. When he spoke his voice was carefully neutral, each worth constructed to not show anything, which made it quite rigide and toneless. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with the subject at hand, Mr Mocke.”


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Yes. Oh gods, yes. A landmine, he felt he had dug up, something so dangerous that could blow up on his face, or a valuable weapon that could be used to befell a kingdom. In an instant, Caleb's expression changed, revealing his truly cold, emotionless interior. He was just so distracted. Of course, in this moment he was feeling anything but empty, as it quickly vanished, replaced with an expression of glee.

Caleb clicked his tongue, moving forward to rest his elbows on his legs, and tilting his head. Oh he was being a little shit right now, and he knew it. And oh, did he love it. The Violet raised his eyebrows in a condescending matter, whispering a quiet "Yikes." to himself. Of course, it wasn't really all that much to himself, and more of a jab to the man sitting across from him.

"Touched a nerve there, didn't I, Oli?" He smirked, giving the Silver the same condescending tone and smile from before. He scoffed, looking the man in the eyes and blinking in a rather mocking manner. "So what's the story behind that, Oli? Are you asexual, or something? Or are you just not able to get laid? Well, there are Pinks for a reason." He bit his lip, eyes scanning the man's face for a reaction.

"Honestly, I find that a bit sad, don'tcha think? If you are asexual, what will your parents think? Does their legacy end with you?."At this point, Caleb knew he was being nothing but a bully, picking on Oli with the weakest, dirtiest tactic. Generalizations was a perfect way to piss off anyone, and he knew it.

This was nothing but a game, a push and pull of action and reaction, and he knew how to play. Well, he knew how to play as a villain. He loved watching people squirm, picking apart little flaws and ripping them out of proportion.

It wasn't as if he felt bad or anything. He carried no remorse or regret in what he said, and was rather upfront about it. He had flaws, and he knew it, but who would dare call him out on them? You had to be professional, they always said. But there was nothing a little voice editing software could fix, words taken out of context, mashed together. He chuckled.

"Oh, sorry if it's not all that professional, but I do find this interesting."

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Mistakes were made and now Olivier found himself backed into a metaphorical wall while being stared down by a wold in skin of a an unprofessional douchecanoe.Olivier refused to let himself be intimidated by this violet who thought he was someone.

“This doesn’t partake this interview at all” He snapped, poofing up like an angry bird and made the excutive decision of ignoring every personal question the assbutt was making "You’re right, this is not professional at all, we are here to talk about my work and the work this company do, not my personal life”

He straightened his fake glasses in a nervous gesture, trying and failing to appear unnafected. He felt pretty damn humiliated, he wasn’t even ashamed of being a virgin, he was a romantic at heart and he decided to wait for the right person, he didn’t think of himself as pathetic just because he never had sex. Who cares if he didn’t, it was no one’s busines but his own.

“If this is the line of questioning you want to go down, Mr. Mocke, i’ll have to kindly ask you to leave.”

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 Posted: Apr 7 2018, 03:36 AM
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"Fine."

The Violet had pushed Olivier's buttons a bit too far, and frankly, he loved it. Watching the man slowly morph into a prime example of a "reaction", Caleb couldn't help but gush. In the beginning of the Interview, the Silver was jittery, and quite honestly, awkward, but as Caleb sewed seeds of accusation after accusation, he was ready to be reaped. There, in all of his powerful, Silver glory, Olivier stood, poofed up and ripe for the picking.

Caleb snorted, covering his mouth to stifle a growing laugh. "Oh Oli, it's funny to see you be so angry like this!" His eyes glowed with a playful fire, much like a cat toying with it's prey. "Honestly, I don't think that's a great decision on your part." The man shrugged, a cockly grin spilling over his lips. His eyes scanned Oli's face, waiting for a reaction. He sighed, leaning down to grab his things. "Although, if you want me to leave, I'll leave. I got what I wanted, and I think this went rather well."

His sentences contained little pauses between each phrase, adding the slightest bit of flavor to his words. At this point, he knew he was finished, but, who could blame him? If he wanted to play a game, he would play a game.

Caleb paused, pulling himself to his feet. The Violet moved closer, each step slow and hesitant. He bit his lip, a chuckle escaping him. "Oh, I'm sorry Oli, but do you mind?" He pulled his camera from his bag, pulling it up to his chest. "This, article really needs a... face, ya know?"

Come and get me, Oli.

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Ahhhhhhh Olivier done and fudged it all up, didn’t he? How, he wasn’t sure, but Caleb’s face told it all, whatever it was that he wanted, Olivier somehow gave it to him. The anger and indignation the silver was feeling slowly melted into apprehension. The worst part was not knowing what was it that Caleb got and how dangerous it was for his family name.

He tried keeping his cool when he spoke, his chin up and back straight “And what was it that you got exactly, Mr. Mocke. I was under the impression you came here for an interview.”

He didn’t back away when the man approached, but he eyed the camera suspiciously, as if the piece of equipment would suddenly gain life and jump at him. He didn’t answer, may or may not be due to the fear it was a trap somehow. He was dealing with a backstabbing vulture, he realized now. Worst kind of violets were journalists, Olivier decided, at least artists he knew what their ambitions were.


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