02-13-2018, 11:37 PM
A sip of beer, a moment's thought for her wolf comment. After the Baccarat had burned down, and a few idiot Atharim had thought about trying to kill him, he hadn't had any further dealings with the group. He'd burned a few safehouses and smuggled a few out of town, since they had been into some sort of civil war power struggle bull shit, but it had all been arranged on their own dime. Something they had had no shortage of.
He had no actual interest in the pay, of course. His interest had been in what he got to hunt. He may have given exactly zero shits about them as an organization, or in their beliefs and goals, but there just wasn't much entertainment for him in killing humans.
Hell, the last time he'd been to the Almaz he'd almost had something interesting to do. He hadn't been surprised a fucking degenerate den like that place had roped up a few of the things that went bump in the night for their big ticket fight, nor that their security measures had been so fucking lacking to the task. What had surprised him was how equally shit their security was to handle the situation. But, that's what he got for hanging around with professional criminals. Didn't exactly have to be the best around to do well there. Just had to be big, and scary looking when all you dealt with were civilians.
Really, they hadn't parted ways. He'd never been one of them, and had never been interested in the prospect. Cults and causes weren't his thing. Of course, the next time one of them made the mistake of trying to kill him, he'd probably bother to go out of his way to teach them a few lessons about hunting people.
But, there was a chance that whatever Oriena had in mind could be entertaining. If she was like Jaxen, she could probably have killed him at any moment. Hell, so could the kid she had fretting at her leash. The boy was psyching himself up, only to suddenly go cold. It was in the breathing, the set of the shoulders, the way a person held themselves. Well, let the boy settle a bit, before anyone tried something stupid.
He tucked into a breast pocket of his jacket, and produced a business card. No fancy tricks or sleight-of-hand; what was the point in showing off how quick you could draw a fucking business card? Just meant you had nothing better to do then to practice party tricks. "I'll let them know to expect a call."
He had no actual interest in the pay, of course. His interest had been in what he got to hunt. He may have given exactly zero shits about them as an organization, or in their beliefs and goals, but there just wasn't much entertainment for him in killing humans.
Hell, the last time he'd been to the Almaz he'd almost had something interesting to do. He hadn't been surprised a fucking degenerate den like that place had roped up a few of the things that went bump in the night for their big ticket fight, nor that their security measures had been so fucking lacking to the task. What had surprised him was how equally shit their security was to handle the situation. But, that's what he got for hanging around with professional criminals. Didn't exactly have to be the best around to do well there. Just had to be big, and scary looking when all you dealt with were civilians.
Really, they hadn't parted ways. He'd never been one of them, and had never been interested in the prospect. Cults and causes weren't his thing. Of course, the next time one of them made the mistake of trying to kill him, he'd probably bother to go out of his way to teach them a few lessons about hunting people.
But, there was a chance that whatever Oriena had in mind could be entertaining. If she was like Jaxen, she could probably have killed him at any moment. Hell, so could the kid she had fretting at her leash. The boy was psyching himself up, only to suddenly go cold. It was in the breathing, the set of the shoulders, the way a person held themselves. Well, let the boy settle a bit, before anyone tried something stupid.
He tucked into a breast pocket of his jacket, and produced a business card. No fancy tricks or sleight-of-hand; what was the point in showing off how quick you could draw a fucking business card? Just meant you had nothing better to do then to practice party tricks. "I'll let them know to expect a call."