01-05-2018, 02:52 PM
Marcus didn't sleep well. It was warm in the room, for one. At one point, he got up and opened the window, kicking off one of the blankets.
His eyes were tired the next morning. He turned on the news as he got ready. The usual items dominated, including the announcement about the Atharim Registration. That irked him. He had been consulted, of course. But as he recalled, no decision had been made. Perhaps Bykov and Vladisvavovna had met with Ascendancy in private and pushed it through. He did not know. And frankly, he didn't like it.
He liked them, as far as that sort of thing went. But it would do him well to remember that they had been at this for as long as he had been alive. They played a deep game. And they had their own agenda. It might due for them to see him as a pawn. But he'd better be careful that appearance wasn't in fact reality.
His suit that morning was his brushed cream with brown shirt and purple leather tie- a throw back in fashion, but rather matching his purple leather shoes. Not that he cared all that much this morning.
Just over all he felt a general malaise. Perhaps another hunt...except that last night could only be called a marginal success. A killer put down, it was true. But there had been no satisfaction in it. He had been an irritated petulant child, to taken with Aria to press the issue.
Aria. He wanted to talk to her.
He realized that part of his frustration was realizing that despite his precautions, he still put himself in danger with his hunt. He had too much to lose. It felt like tearing something away, to realize that he was losing freedom at the cost of ascending in power. There had to be a way he could have both. There had to be.
He was in a foul mood when he got to the office. His affect was minimalistic, the bare necessity. Thankfully, most were busy with their jobs that he was left alone for the most part. He sat in his office for an hour answering emails and messages, making arrangements for the Atharim registration. Something would have to be done with them.
Bah! He was bored. He needed a walk. He stepped out his office and started off in one direction. He needed a distraction. His walk took him near one office and he paused. Dr. Zayed. He was idly curious as to how she was getting along.
He knocked and then peeked his head in, putting on a friendly smile. "Dr. Zayed. Good morning. How is the move going?"
His eyes were tired the next morning. He turned on the news as he got ready. The usual items dominated, including the announcement about the Atharim Registration. That irked him. He had been consulted, of course. But as he recalled, no decision had been made. Perhaps Bykov and Vladisvavovna had met with Ascendancy in private and pushed it through. He did not know. And frankly, he didn't like it.
He liked them, as far as that sort of thing went. But it would do him well to remember that they had been at this for as long as he had been alive. They played a deep game. And they had their own agenda. It might due for them to see him as a pawn. But he'd better be careful that appearance wasn't in fact reality.
His suit that morning was his brushed cream with brown shirt and purple leather tie- a throw back in fashion, but rather matching his purple leather shoes. Not that he cared all that much this morning.
Just over all he felt a general malaise. Perhaps another hunt...except that last night could only be called a marginal success. A killer put down, it was true. But there had been no satisfaction in it. He had been an irritated petulant child, to taken with Aria to press the issue.
Aria. He wanted to talk to her.
He realized that part of his frustration was realizing that despite his precautions, he still put himself in danger with his hunt. He had too much to lose. It felt like tearing something away, to realize that he was losing freedom at the cost of ascending in power. There had to be a way he could have both. There had to be.
He was in a foul mood when he got to the office. His affect was minimalistic, the bare necessity. Thankfully, most were busy with their jobs that he was left alone for the most part. He sat in his office for an hour answering emails and messages, making arrangements for the Atharim registration. Something would have to be done with them.
Bah! He was bored. He needed a walk. He stepped out his office and started off in one direction. He needed a distraction. His walk took him near one office and he paused. Dr. Zayed. He was idly curious as to how she was getting along.
He knocked and then peeked his head in, putting on a friendly smile. "Dr. Zayed. Good morning. How is the move going?"