06-28-2015, 01:55 PM
It seemed none of them understood the significance of Sebastian's reference. Indicating that either a gross miscommunication occurred, or Sebastian was fishing for something. Tony smoothed the tension, but reconciliation was not so easy for Enzo.
He recalled a time when suspicion and resentment were traits as foreign as English. Corrado counseled against cynicism, but since the loss of his mentor, a shroud of nothing else veiled his worldview. Sebastian hinted at threat to his life, Enzo would be wise to heed the possibility that maybe he was a victim rather than the perpetrator of such a plot.
"Paranoia changes you."
Enzo finally said in some sort of offering of peace, just as he cast a fresh look around the room. Finding nothing out of place, he relaxed his grip on the wine globe, even placing it aside. Perhaps he could help in some way.
But his phone beeped a message. He brought it out of a pocket. The holoscreen was always set to privacy mode, with the images broadcast at such an angle only the eyes directly before it could view the contents.
Considering the messenger, Enzo held the device to his chest and excused himself. "Pardon me for a moment, gentlemen,"[/color] he rose and moved away from the group.
Martin Borovsky was nobody to trifle with. Enzo knew the man primarily by reputation, but never had thought to find himself in such a position as to receive a message.
The message was a warning about a dangerous god, one whom Enzo happened to know the exact whereabouts.
His heart raced, but he was careful not to look from the screen at Sebastian. They were in grave danger, and Sebastian behaved like a cornered snake ready to strike. The man was admittedly paranoid, and a sudden message that spurred longcast glances would fuel his distrust. Apparently, Sebastian's alleged paranoia was not so alleged after all.
Enzo stopped himself from returning the call. Gods had powers that he could not fathom. Maybe Sebastian read his thoughts at this very moment. Enzo frantically willed himself to calmness, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His heart stilled and he put on a pleasant smile for a passing woman with long red hair.
He typed a response. 'I'm with him at this very moment. Hurry.'
Enzo included their location with the message. Kallisti was too public a place for the Atharim to fight a god, but Enzo was not one of the Regus's holy messengers. He was not willing to die in an uneven, ill-prepared fight with a god.
He tucked the Wallet away and returned to the the group. "Apologies. Work required my attention for a moment."
He sat with a sigh like the drama of the job was something he came to escape in the first place.
He recalled a time when suspicion and resentment were traits as foreign as English. Corrado counseled against cynicism, but since the loss of his mentor, a shroud of nothing else veiled his worldview. Sebastian hinted at threat to his life, Enzo would be wise to heed the possibility that maybe he was a victim rather than the perpetrator of such a plot.
"Paranoia changes you."
Enzo finally said in some sort of offering of peace, just as he cast a fresh look around the room. Finding nothing out of place, he relaxed his grip on the wine globe, even placing it aside. Perhaps he could help in some way.
But his phone beeped a message. He brought it out of a pocket. The holoscreen was always set to privacy mode, with the images broadcast at such an angle only the eyes directly before it could view the contents.
Considering the messenger, Enzo held the device to his chest and excused himself. "Pardon me for a moment, gentlemen,"[/color] he rose and moved away from the group.
Martin Borovsky was nobody to trifle with. Enzo knew the man primarily by reputation, but never had thought to find himself in such a position as to receive a message.
The message was a warning about a dangerous god, one whom Enzo happened to know the exact whereabouts.
His heart raced, but he was careful not to look from the screen at Sebastian. They were in grave danger, and Sebastian behaved like a cornered snake ready to strike. The man was admittedly paranoid, and a sudden message that spurred longcast glances would fuel his distrust. Apparently, Sebastian's alleged paranoia was not so alleged after all.
Enzo stopped himself from returning the call. Gods had powers that he could not fathom. Maybe Sebastian read his thoughts at this very moment. Enzo frantically willed himself to calmness, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His heart stilled and he put on a pleasant smile for a passing woman with long red hair.
He typed a response. 'I'm with him at this very moment. Hurry.'
Enzo included their location with the message. Kallisti was too public a place for the Atharim to fight a god, but Enzo was not one of the Regus's holy messengers. He was not willing to die in an uneven, ill-prepared fight with a god.
He tucked the Wallet away and returned to the the group. "Apologies. Work required my attention for a moment."
He sat with a sigh like the drama of the job was something he came to escape in the first place.