01-29-2015, 04:58 PM
Martin watched as few men and women made eye contact. He had that effect on most. Those who did, though, especially those who looked at him with challenge, brought a slight smile to his face. He'd always enjoyed a good fight. Not that any here worried him in the slightest. You didn't do what he did for as long as he had without becoming very good. The faces were noted, though, mostly for himself. He'd keep an eye out. Should something get too much out of hand he'd share it with the Regus and the new High Inquisitor. It was enough to watch for now.
The Regus continued with his final words, the Order was announced, his position in it not so much. But Martin was not a man to brag. He would be what the Regus asked of him. In the meantime, he would hunt gods! And he would hunt the worst of them, even if he had to wait for that whelp of a girl to bring back enough intel upon her death.
The word 'dismissed' echoed in the room, but the shuffle of feet and seats became all that Martin could hear. He smiled to himself. He pulled the hood of the robe down farther. His thoughts turned to his new charge, one Aria Piccolo, a girl, nay a monster in their midst. He walked from his place in front towards the back. The black robe wasn't as good as Moses parting the waters, but most people didn't stand in the way of him.
Martin stopped before the girl and her friends, they still sat in place waiting for the throng of people to depart, or whatever other devious things the little monster was trying to do. He understood what the Regus was thinking, but she was such a sour thing. No emotions in her eyes, the boy's arm still around her shoulders, he watched everything and he watched Martin. He was hardly a threat. Martin smiled in the depths of his hood as he called her name in a quite dangerous voice "Ms. Piccolo, my office. Now."
Martin frowned, no emotions registered on her face, nothing but cold green darkness in her eyes. She looked at Martin and nodded, and stood with little ceremony, the boy next to her stood at her side and he leaned in to say something but she patted his hand and whispered something he couldn't hear, but from what he could gather, it was something to the point of it'll be alright.
Martin cocked his head to the side ever so slightly, he had something to worry about? He would have to keep an eye on her friends too it seemed. Martin headed towards the door, his new little tool in tow.
Edited by Borovsky, Jan 29 2015, 05:00 PM.
The Regus continued with his final words, the Order was announced, his position in it not so much. But Martin was not a man to brag. He would be what the Regus asked of him. In the meantime, he would hunt gods! And he would hunt the worst of them, even if he had to wait for that whelp of a girl to bring back enough intel upon her death.
The word 'dismissed' echoed in the room, but the shuffle of feet and seats became all that Martin could hear. He smiled to himself. He pulled the hood of the robe down farther. His thoughts turned to his new charge, one Aria Piccolo, a girl, nay a monster in their midst. He walked from his place in front towards the back. The black robe wasn't as good as Moses parting the waters, but most people didn't stand in the way of him.
Martin stopped before the girl and her friends, they still sat in place waiting for the throng of people to depart, or whatever other devious things the little monster was trying to do. He understood what the Regus was thinking, but she was such a sour thing. No emotions in her eyes, the boy's arm still around her shoulders, he watched everything and he watched Martin. He was hardly a threat. Martin smiled in the depths of his hood as he called her name in a quite dangerous voice "Ms. Piccolo, my office. Now."
Martin frowned, no emotions registered on her face, nothing but cold green darkness in her eyes. She looked at Martin and nodded, and stood with little ceremony, the boy next to her stood at her side and he leaned in to say something but she patted his hand and whispered something he couldn't hear, but from what he could gather, it was something to the point of it'll be alright.
Martin cocked his head to the side ever so slightly, he had something to worry about? He would have to keep an eye on her friends too it seemed. Martin headed towards the door, his new little tool in tow.
Edited by Borovsky, Jan 29 2015, 05:00 PM.