02-03-2015, 10:37 AM
Sarcasm was so annoying. But her words were as cold and as quiet in voice, but he knew sarcasm when he heard it even sarcasm devoid of emotion. She had hidden in plain sight, mostly. Sensitive to emotions, there were all sorts of varying degrees, if she walked like a Furia and talked like a Furia she was Furia by all outward appearances. He didn't like knowing that she walked in their halls for a good 29 years without someone so much as blinking. A Sentient. And she had watched him when she was a child, he remembered the girl who lived in the gym and training areas. Book in hand as to feign studying but she watched like a cat watches a mouse.
He shook his head at the memories. She showed some emotion when she discussed Father Stone's death. Almost like she had enjoyed it, maybe she had, Sentient were dangerous. Very dangerous. He must always remember that. Her father had escaped them twice, and she thought to hunt him down and kill him. For shooting her. Or was it more, did she truly believe in their calling. He would put that to the test.
He did believe her on the account of her own report instead of the traitors. The dranaika had been stabbed multiple times. There was no way this girl, no matter how good she was could have done that and not come out unscathed. Something else killed it, and Martin had a pretty good idea she was right about the what. The godlings were making themselves known all over the place. He would speak to the Regus about testing for the ability to wield this power. It has to have some way of figure out who else is traitor inside the ranks.
But his thought digressed. Martin leaned back in his chair. "Tell me of Nox Durante and his sister."
The name brought no emotion, he hated this sentient thing. But she was not hiding anything other than her reactions. He didn't feel lied to. She seemed to speak openly, these twins of hers, American by birth, Atharim in all but name, yet neither bear the mark. He would know why.
He shook his head at the memories. She showed some emotion when she discussed Father Stone's death. Almost like she had enjoyed it, maybe she had, Sentient were dangerous. Very dangerous. He must always remember that. Her father had escaped them twice, and she thought to hunt him down and kill him. For shooting her. Or was it more, did she truly believe in their calling. He would put that to the test.
He did believe her on the account of her own report instead of the traitors. The dranaika had been stabbed multiple times. There was no way this girl, no matter how good she was could have done that and not come out unscathed. Something else killed it, and Martin had a pretty good idea she was right about the what. The godlings were making themselves known all over the place. He would speak to the Regus about testing for the ability to wield this power. It has to have some way of figure out who else is traitor inside the ranks.
But his thought digressed. Martin leaned back in his chair. "Tell me of Nox Durante and his sister."
The name brought no emotion, he hated this sentient thing. But she was not hiding anything other than her reactions. He didn't feel lied to. She seemed to speak openly, these twins of hers, American by birth, Atharim in all but name, yet neither bear the mark. He would know why.