12-13-2024, 10:44 PM
She perused the files as he expect and asked the natural question. "You are not. Though had you any children, you would not have survived that night." He didn't ass more to it. Their rules were their rules and he wasn't about to forgive or forget what they were. But it did need to change.
"The boy, is just that a boy. He's not quite famous. He's obviously Atharim born and breed even if it's an American lineage. Still born of the life. But he's American and they are cowboys to keep the phrase. He works for you, does he seem a face to the cause that you would want to back? He has done some near impossible things, things that few other loyal Atharim can do. Such as having the ear of our dearest Ascendancy himself. And if the reports are true cleared the underground city of a nasty genetically engineered creature that could have ravaged the city had they escaped. But he's fighting in your club. No offense, and he's a burlesque dancer and bouncer, and not the face the rich will follow. What do you think of him if we make this aliance?" Eliot pulled out two other files he'd been examining "Dorian Vega, Domovoi detective, Atharim informant and hunter. And Li Tan, actor and martial artist, though his hunting record is less than par. Dorian is not one of us, but his son is, but that is not common knowledge among us."
Eliot caught the meaning of the final phrase. And he smiled. "A permanent alliance, one of legality and consequence. I would be ammenable to that provided that was an offer to thine self and not an unnamed brother." He smirked, he was pretty sure it was what it was but still, the sickly man who barely moves without the wheel chair most days is not exactly prime catch.