09-15-2016, 07:08 AM
Jaxen had a hard time believing White considered himself a helpful hand, no matter how much they paid him. Fake White on the other hand, was rather surprised that this yipping pup continued to go for the ankle. So surprised, he didn't kick the little bitch away.
He turned, looking back at the guard, barest hint of approval leaking into his expression.
"That's more like it. I told you I was purposefully doing weird shit. Finally got someone's attention, so I guess you're the only half capable guard in the whole place."
Fake White didn't dole out compliments. He also didn't care a lick about Atharim. What had White said about them? He didn't have a lick of interest in hunting gods.
But this guard was really standing up to White. Either he was truly suspicious or Jaxen wasn't doing a very good impression. And it couldn't be that.
He seized the Ancient Power and made ready to rope the man up in bonds of air like Tarin had done to him once upon a time in a land far far away. His very past search term had been 'naga'. There hadn't been time to see what the search resulted in before pulling the Wallet transfer off the work station.
But as far as IT security went, Jaxen already had a bead on the caliber of their firewalls. "And a friendly piece of advice, two hackers have already gained access to your top secret files. I suggest you worry less about me and go interrogate your computer staff."
His tone suggested the guard walk away, enhanced even more realistically by the sudden darkening of his aura by seizing the Ancient Power. Friendly advice from White was hardly ever friendly. Besides, that Fake White knew about that kind of breech meant he was even more aware of Atharim security than this guard assumed.
Fake White glanced at Oriena, and beckoned again that they leave. Or at the very least, Jaxen hoped she would be at least kind of useful on this trip. Why the hell did he bring her? She wasn't exactly arm candy.
He turned, looking back at the guard, barest hint of approval leaking into his expression.
"That's more like it. I told you I was purposefully doing weird shit. Finally got someone's attention, so I guess you're the only half capable guard in the whole place."
Fake White didn't dole out compliments. He also didn't care a lick about Atharim. What had White said about them? He didn't have a lick of interest in hunting gods.
But this guard was really standing up to White. Either he was truly suspicious or Jaxen wasn't doing a very good impression. And it couldn't be that.
He seized the Ancient Power and made ready to rope the man up in bonds of air like Tarin had done to him once upon a time in a land far far away. His very past search term had been 'naga'. There hadn't been time to see what the search resulted in before pulling the Wallet transfer off the work station.
But as far as IT security went, Jaxen already had a bead on the caliber of their firewalls. "And a friendly piece of advice, two hackers have already gained access to your top secret files. I suggest you worry less about me and go interrogate your computer staff."
His tone suggested the guard walk away, enhanced even more realistically by the sudden darkening of his aura by seizing the Ancient Power. Friendly advice from White was hardly ever friendly. Besides, that Fake White knew about that kind of breech meant he was even more aware of Atharim security than this guard assumed.
Fake White glanced at Oriena, and beckoned again that they leave. Or at the very least, Jaxen hoped she would be at least kind of useful on this trip. Why the hell did he bring her? She wasn't exactly arm candy.