09-04-2016, 02:29 PM
Oriena reminded him of he disguise, and Jaxen scowled and rolled his eyes. He fucking knew White felt nothing. The man was a damn robot. But if she felt that, really felt it, she would have wet her panties. All he did was grab her hand and turn around. For all they knew White was cloistered away in the Power-closet, yet to come out.
God help them all if so.
The souring mood helped depress his expression into a permanently pissed off glare. White was cold, too. As though he tolerated everything around him and by his mercy, or sheer laziness, he allowed others to exist.
Jaxen kept that mood in mind when they opened the doors to the mansion. The Fake White held the door with his fingertips as Oriena passed by.
The interior was stoic and quiet. Glass cases displayed the ornate crystal sculpture as he remembered. The shop keeper glanced up from behind a counter and quickly flicked his gaze back to his work when the Fake White stifled any forthcoming welcome with a single look.
He led Oriena to a hallway where the restrooms were located. First barrier of entry was a large door with a sign that read private and a pair of ordinary hired security guard posted at a desk nearby.
The Fake White strolled up, Oriena in tow. He took quick stock of the potential threat they posed. If all else failed, the ancient power could deal with them, but a silver tongue took real talent.
The Fake White reached for the door, but stopped himself just before touching the doorknob, rounding on the guards.
"Damn it! You still check ID! Even if it's me. Understand that?"
God help them all if so.
The souring mood helped depress his expression into a permanently pissed off glare. White was cold, too. As though he tolerated everything around him and by his mercy, or sheer laziness, he allowed others to exist.
Jaxen kept that mood in mind when they opened the doors to the mansion. The Fake White held the door with his fingertips as Oriena passed by.
The interior was stoic and quiet. Glass cases displayed the ornate crystal sculpture as he remembered. The shop keeper glanced up from behind a counter and quickly flicked his gaze back to his work when the Fake White stifled any forthcoming welcome with a single look.
He led Oriena to a hallway where the restrooms were located. First barrier of entry was a large door with a sign that read private and a pair of ordinary hired security guard posted at a desk nearby.
The Fake White strolled up, Oriena in tow. He took quick stock of the potential threat they posed. If all else failed, the ancient power could deal with them, but a silver tongue took real talent.
The Fake White reached for the door, but stopped himself just before touching the doorknob, rounding on the guards.
"Damn it! You still check ID! Even if it's me. Understand that?"