09-27-2013, 11:30 AM
Seth smiled an impish little grin. The man derived too much pleasure from killing. It would be his downfall someday, but so long as he did not expire before Armande could make proper use of him, the Regus was of small inclination to interfere.
He sniffed a response. So impatient. Such could be a good thing, however. Time WAS running short.
"I am not your secretary, Mr. Marx." The bothersome disrespect dug to his gut, but diligent mindfulness dismissed it. Seth himself was but an annoyance, yet it reminded him of a larger wound in the Atharim's hide. One that would fester unless Armande tended it carefully.
"I have come to theorize that the discord between us is rooted in miscommunication," he began, disregarding the request for Seth's shipments. "So I will be plain." There were an army of administrators Seth would greet next. The same people that would set him up with the details of tracking reports for the gods, including the contact information, address, and whereabouts of John White.
"First you will see a man named Mr. White. His employment is used from time to time to coordinate larger efforts. Under his leadership, we lost the man confirmed to have been the one to break into these very headquarters. A trickster sort of god, and malicious without remorse. While other reports detail more morbid irregularities in the red light district or the undercity, and you WILL see to those irregularities, this man is an imminent threat to these headquarters. Mr. White's failure cannot go overlooked. Find him and gut him."
A second Atharim emerged in the hall with them. He bowed his head respectfully toward the Regus, who gestured that Seth accompany him forward to his task, and out of Armande's sight.
He sniffed a response. So impatient. Such could be a good thing, however. Time WAS running short.
"I am not your secretary, Mr. Marx." The bothersome disrespect dug to his gut, but diligent mindfulness dismissed it. Seth himself was but an annoyance, yet it reminded him of a larger wound in the Atharim's hide. One that would fester unless Armande tended it carefully.
"I have come to theorize that the discord between us is rooted in miscommunication," he began, disregarding the request for Seth's shipments. "So I will be plain." There were an army of administrators Seth would greet next. The same people that would set him up with the details of tracking reports for the gods, including the contact information, address, and whereabouts of John White.
"First you will see a man named Mr. White. His employment is used from time to time to coordinate larger efforts. Under his leadership, we lost the man confirmed to have been the one to break into these very headquarters. A trickster sort of god, and malicious without remorse. While other reports detail more morbid irregularities in the red light district or the undercity, and you WILL see to those irregularities, this man is an imminent threat to these headquarters. Mr. White's failure cannot go overlooked. Find him and gut him."
A second Atharim emerged in the hall with them. He bowed his head respectfully toward the Regus, who gestured that Seth accompany him forward to his task, and out of Armande's sight.