12-03-2018, 06:56 PM
Staring around the room he'd heard the door open but Jerry only caught a glimpse of the man in the suit. One of them he thought. All image, but underneath he was sure there were tattoos everywhere. He'd seen several men like that, oddly enough Dorian Vega who was now a traitor to the Atharim was one such man. Irony, Jerry thought to himself.
His own skin was only marred with the single tattoo of his career. No modification just simple and enticing - not anything you'd remember - not in a lifetime. They both looked at the wall covered in the pictures and when the man spoke presumably to him Jerry glanced back at him. "It is good." He agreed as he stretched a single finger to touch one of the photos to remove the glare as he leaned in to inspect it. "I'm not here to get a tattoo. I want to talk to him about his former business partner and some of his acquaintances. If he's amenable to the idea."
The tattoo on the wall Jerry was looking at was one he'd seen many times over. One he was studying, It was simple, but it was a family heirloom. Much like most Atharim tattoos passed down from generation to generation. Jerry had simplified his own - his father's too elaborate and recognizable. And Jerry did not want to stand out. That's not how he did the job. But the red and black dragon was an American hunter family. Digging up American records was rough, they had no centralized location and it was proving difficult. All the more reason to look into personal acquaintances.
His own skin was only marred with the single tattoo of his career. No modification just simple and enticing - not anything you'd remember - not in a lifetime. They both looked at the wall covered in the pictures and when the man spoke presumably to him Jerry glanced back at him. "It is good." He agreed as he stretched a single finger to touch one of the photos to remove the glare as he leaned in to inspect it. "I'm not here to get a tattoo. I want to talk to him about his former business partner and some of his acquaintances. If he's amenable to the idea."
The tattoo on the wall Jerry was looking at was one he'd seen many times over. One he was studying, It was simple, but it was a family heirloom. Much like most Atharim tattoos passed down from generation to generation. Jerry had simplified his own - his father's too elaborate and recognizable. And Jerry did not want to stand out. That's not how he did the job. But the red and black dragon was an American hunter family. Digging up American records was rough, they had no centralized location and it was proving difficult. All the more reason to look into personal acquaintances.