05-06-2016, 04:31 PM
Hood didn't actually turn his head to Marcus; he had noticed the man approaching, had recognized the face. Back to those info dossiers Pervaya required its employees to stay brushed up on. High profile people were the companies desired clientele, after all. Marcus DuBois. A fellow American, he supposed...if he still identified himself as American, it would be an accurate statement. Ascendant Leadership Sigma Program intern to Mr Bigwig himself. To Atharim Target Numero Uno. And so, -probably-, one of these 'reborn gods' himself.
Which, at the end of the day, meant about diddly to Hood. What did matter, at the moment, was the mans agreement with his muttered character-study of Scion Marveet. "Good afternoon, Mr DuBois."
He waved a hand dismissively, warding off any thoughts that DuBois should have recognized Hood in return, and there was no hint of discomfort or sycophant airs to his tone. Just a simple, noncommittal greeting.. They might have met in passing from time to time, but he wasn't consciously aware of any time they had actually met. Of course, that was because he wasn't aware that Marcus had been in attendance at Almaz the night of that little incident.
"Now, I have personal reasons to be less then impressed with Mr Steel Magnate's social skills. But, I assume he hasn't exactly impressed you either?"
It was more statement then question; if someone as highly placed as Marcus was willing to openly agree to a less than diplomatic view of someone as important as Scion Marveet, it seemed quite likely there was some bad blood going on.
Which, at the end of the day, meant about diddly to Hood. What did matter, at the moment, was the mans agreement with his muttered character-study of Scion Marveet. "Good afternoon, Mr DuBois."
He waved a hand dismissively, warding off any thoughts that DuBois should have recognized Hood in return, and there was no hint of discomfort or sycophant airs to his tone. Just a simple, noncommittal greeting.. They might have met in passing from time to time, but he wasn't consciously aware of any time they had actually met. Of course, that was because he wasn't aware that Marcus had been in attendance at Almaz the night of that little incident.
"Now, I have personal reasons to be less then impressed with Mr Steel Magnate's social skills. But, I assume he hasn't exactly impressed you either?"
It was more statement then question; if someone as highly placed as Marcus was willing to openly agree to a less than diplomatic view of someone as important as Scion Marveet, it seemed quite likely there was some bad blood going on.