09-26-2013, 06:33 PM
Titans, huh?
Seth grinned. Finally, some good news. He wasn't an avid reader of Atharim lore--of course, he'd memorized the books on different monsters, even added to a few of them himself--but he knew where Reggie was heading. The gods had returned--everybody knew that by now--and Seth was going to be the wolf hunting them down.
"Well why didn't you just say so, Reggie? Finally, some good news."
He grinned and clapped the older man on the shoulder.
Seth didn't know much more than anybody else about gods--they had the power to level a city block on a whim, and they were all dead. Until now, at least. He'd have to dig into the records at the headquarters and hope Reggie knew a little bit more than the rank-and-file. Doubt it.
"Alright then, first things first Reggie. I need my guns. Don't tell me you lost 'em neither, that's the same pistol granddad carried on Normandy."
He'd be seriously ticked off if the colt had gotten destroyed by some low-life shipping clerk.
The fact that Reggie took what Seth was giving him was proof of one thing. The old man was scared, and he needed somebody with experience to make sure there weren't any monsters under his bed. Seth could tell that Reggie couldn't stand him--although honestly that made messing with him that much more fun.
But still, he could take being under someone inferior to him. He'd done it all his life. Seth lived for the hunt--and gods were the greatest prey of all.
Edited by Seth Marx, Sep 26 2013, 06:34 PM.
Seth grinned. Finally, some good news. He wasn't an avid reader of Atharim lore--of course, he'd memorized the books on different monsters, even added to a few of them himself--but he knew where Reggie was heading. The gods had returned--everybody knew that by now--and Seth was going to be the wolf hunting them down.
"Well why didn't you just say so, Reggie? Finally, some good news."
He grinned and clapped the older man on the shoulder.
Seth didn't know much more than anybody else about gods--they had the power to level a city block on a whim, and they were all dead. Until now, at least. He'd have to dig into the records at the headquarters and hope Reggie knew a little bit more than the rank-and-file. Doubt it.
"Alright then, first things first Reggie. I need my guns. Don't tell me you lost 'em neither, that's the same pistol granddad carried on Normandy."
He'd be seriously ticked off if the colt had gotten destroyed by some low-life shipping clerk.
The fact that Reggie took what Seth was giving him was proof of one thing. The old man was scared, and he needed somebody with experience to make sure there weren't any monsters under his bed. Seth could tell that Reggie couldn't stand him--although honestly that made messing with him that much more fun.
But still, he could take being under someone inferior to him. He'd done it all his life. Seth lived for the hunt--and gods were the greatest prey of all.
Edited by Seth Marx, Sep 26 2013, 06:34 PM.