01-13-2015, 12:01 AM
Hood had been more then a little curious when he had been invited to some little Atharim shin-dig. A 'convocation' the message had said. As much as he sympathized with most of what the group did, and was generally impressed with how they went about accomplishing it (he'd picked up by now that they had a pretty wide net of backers and supporters in some pretty high places), he just wasn't as...mindlessly devoted to the cause, so to speak. A few hundred years back and yeah, monsters would have been a serious threat to mankind's continued existence.
The advent of firearms. Night vision goggles. Thermal imagers. Motion tracking optics. Sure, some of the weirder things out there...ones that needed some bullshit magical wooden knife to put down. But most of the others? Modern technology had more then leveled the playing field. But, until they figured out how to mass-produce magic bull-shit wooden bullets, he was all for the Atharim sticking around in the shadows and doing their thing.
Hence why he had arrived at the Baccarat Mansion a few hours early. Thanks to his day job, he had been brought in to assess the buildings security systems. He showed up early that day to do so again. If the brunt of the Atharim in that part of the world were going to be in one place, he thought it wise to make sure everything was up to snuff. Errors and oversights were found and corrected; the dedicated security staff got a knife-hand jacking or two, but honestly, they ran a tight ship.
Not that he could just go ahead and praise them; find a few flaws, give them a jacking, get them angry. Not at him though. It was a delicate edge to walk. Get them angry at their mistakes, make them want to do better to impress him. Satisfied, he made his way down to the secret levels. There were a few familiar faces, and he stopped occasionally to catch up, but most of the Atharim seemed pretty tight lipped and serious.
Just what the hell had he been invited to that had so many of their numbers present? If it was some bullshit parade to pass out promotions and command team 'you done your job good' coins, he was going to be pissed.
The advent of firearms. Night vision goggles. Thermal imagers. Motion tracking optics. Sure, some of the weirder things out there...ones that needed some bullshit magical wooden knife to put down. But most of the others? Modern technology had more then leveled the playing field. But, until they figured out how to mass-produce magic bull-shit wooden bullets, he was all for the Atharim sticking around in the shadows and doing their thing.
Hence why he had arrived at the Baccarat Mansion a few hours early. Thanks to his day job, he had been brought in to assess the buildings security systems. He showed up early that day to do so again. If the brunt of the Atharim in that part of the world were going to be in one place, he thought it wise to make sure everything was up to snuff. Errors and oversights were found and corrected; the dedicated security staff got a knife-hand jacking or two, but honestly, they ran a tight ship.
Not that he could just go ahead and praise them; find a few flaws, give them a jacking, get them angry. Not at him though. It was a delicate edge to walk. Get them angry at their mistakes, make them want to do better to impress him. Satisfied, he made his way down to the secret levels. There were a few familiar faces, and he stopped occasionally to catch up, but most of the Atharim seemed pretty tight lipped and serious.
Just what the hell had he been invited to that had so many of their numbers present? If it was some bullshit parade to pass out promotions and command team 'you done your job good' coins, he was going to be pissed.