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[Marcus DuBois]

Media Affairs - Anatoly Yushakov- 37

Anatoly was incognito. His MO when out on the town. Especially now. Leonid- the whole Consulate, really- was in a mood. Anatoly got it, of course. Fuck but shit had hit the fan.

Elouera was out, of course, visiting churches and mosques and temples and meetings and study groups. Gauging the temperature. Looking for fall out.

Leonid looked about ready to pull his hair out. His perfectly dyed, I'm not in my 60s, yes this is really my hair, self. Yeah Alex colored too,  but women did that and no one cared. For men...

Anatoly was happy for the slight wings of white at his temples. Contrasted with his sharp features, piercing eyes, and flamboyany style, he always caught attention.

But, as he was now, he needed to guage feelings...he was ok to be more non descript.

And fuck but it was good tonight that he did. The little shit Marveet had caused a stir. It had only been happenstance. Boda was known to him. Of course he was. And a little birdie had told him Boda had something special planned.

No hints as to what, or Marveet might have found a room full of CCD loyalists. Or better yet, a cell.

Yeah, he channeled. But Anatoly had access to channelers. Between Vellas and DuBois he might have found a very different reaction. The Dominions even might have been a very interesting addition to the show. That would have been glorious.

Because Anatoly was pissed. This fucker was mocking Ascendancy. Denigrating him. Not thay he personally liked the man. No. He was a prick. Seriously. But he was proud of the fatherland. His heritage. The latent prestige and priviledge that was a result was not to be sneered at, especially by a Marveet.

And Jaxen was pissing all over it. Poor Scion. He suspected Jaxen may have ruined his chances to join the Sphere. That dude would be pissed.

He wouldn't deny the showmanship. But it was unnacceptable. His inside sunglasses hid his glare as he faked an applause. Watched Jaxen stroll about as if king of the world, hangers on fluttering nearby.

Methos and Aiden. Of course he knew them. Any other time, this would by amazing. And if he revealed himself- or was outted- it would truly become a party.

But Jaxen was chipping at their structure. The bread and butter. The fuck was he thinking?