09-12-2016, 07:07 PM
Jaxen keyed commands with lightning speed, his fingers crackling across holopads like flashes. He knew he needed to be quick about this. Knew his time as Fake White was limited. The illusion was knotted in place, so failing weaves weren't the worry. Discovery was. Or worse yet, the real White could walk in.
He knew the real White was associated with the Atharim. He told Jaxen as much at Manifesto. He worked with them in the past, and Rune knew about White. He did say he was not "one of them" whatever that meant. Security was his day job, monster hunting his night one. As the Atharim were interested in monsters, thats where Jaxen figured the two crossed paths.
He downloaded a lot of stuff very quickly. Copied was probably the better term. Jaxen didnt have time to read everything in detail, but he grabbed as many data entries as seemed relavent. But his eyes fell to a few things.
...Book of Nuachongbáil
...The Sword of Light of Nuada.
...everlasting fame
...a supernatural spear
...Atilla the Hun
...Grendel
....Nóralltach – the Great Fury
...heralds the end of days
...Pliny the Elder
In other words, a lot of shit about kickass sounding weapons, and a lot of words Jaxen couldn't pronounce. With his father having confiscated Emperor Maximilian's coronation sword from Jaxen's secret stash of stolen shit, he would need a replacement.
If this stuff even existed out there.
Oriena's voice suddenly cut through the air.
Fake White slapped the screen shut, having deleted browser history, unless he had been tracked the whole time. Fake White turned, flashing his back between the door and the workstation so to hide the sleight of hand that put the paper slim wallet back inside his jacket pocket. The screen blacked out. The hilt of the gun was visible when Fake White turned to see who Oriena greeted, face a shade shy of about to fuck someone up.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Feb 3 2018, 09:59 PM.
He knew the real White was associated with the Atharim. He told Jaxen as much at Manifesto. He worked with them in the past, and Rune knew about White. He did say he was not "one of them" whatever that meant. Security was his day job, monster hunting his night one. As the Atharim were interested in monsters, thats where Jaxen figured the two crossed paths.
He downloaded a lot of stuff very quickly. Copied was probably the better term. Jaxen didnt have time to read everything in detail, but he grabbed as many data entries as seemed relavent. But his eyes fell to a few things.
...Book of Nuachongbáil
...The Sword of Light of Nuada.
...everlasting fame
...a supernatural spear
...Atilla the Hun
...Grendel
....Nóralltach – the Great Fury
...heralds the end of days
...Pliny the Elder
In other words, a lot of shit about kickass sounding weapons, and a lot of words Jaxen couldn't pronounce. With his father having confiscated Emperor Maximilian's coronation sword from Jaxen's secret stash of stolen shit, he would need a replacement.
If this stuff even existed out there.
Oriena's voice suddenly cut through the air.
Fake White slapped the screen shut, having deleted browser history, unless he had been tracked the whole time. Fake White turned, flashing his back between the door and the workstation so to hide the sleight of hand that put the paper slim wallet back inside his jacket pocket. The screen blacked out. The hilt of the gun was visible when Fake White turned to see who Oriena greeted, face a shade shy of about to fuck someone up.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Feb 3 2018, 09:59 PM.