01-30-2015, 02:59 PM
Martin was surprised that the girl had not protested, and followed without word. It was not everyday someone kills another in front of you, and you are summoned by a very powerful man to his office. She showed no fear, she gave no indication that she was aware of the danger she was in. Either she had very little regard for him, or his position, or she just didn't care. Either way he'd ensure this girl understood exactly how far gone she already was.
He lead her down the corridor that lead to his office, well not his office for much longer, it belonged to the High Inquisitor, which he was no longer. But he'd yet to be succeeded either. So for the moment it was his office.
Martin removed the hood from his head and slowly pulled the robe and neatly folded it and placed it on the bookshelf behind his desk. As he turned to sit in his cushy leather chair he saw the girl still standing. Not quite military in stance, but damn near close. She watched him with those blank green eyes and empty face. It was disturbing.
"Sit."
She followed his order and she adjusted her belt as if she were used to weapons being attached, the frown on her face indicated she'd forgotten they'd been removed. At least there was something to her, not just an emotionless android being manipulated by whatever unseen forces he knew of.
Martin leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers and took a long look at the girl in front of him. He couldn't tell she was Sentient. He couldn't tell if she were Furia either. She never twitched a muscle just stared back at him. It was very unusual for someone to make Martin squirm, but she was a master at manipulation. She was a Sentient, and they were master manipulators. He knew that, he'd tried to kill one himself and failed, the only consolation he'd killed one of his spawn. The man had compelled an entire church sanctuary to believe Martin was a saint to be worshiped. It had stopped him dead cold in the water, the throng of people on hanging on to him, blocking his path. In his escaping, Martin had shot the girl he dragged behind him. He smiled at the memory.
With dissatisfaction, Martin sat forward and pushed a file folder towards Aria. "We will discuss each and every document with in this folder. I have questions. You will answer them. But first..."
Martin smile grew darker. "You knew of Father Stone's daughter."
Martin leaned back in his chair, letting the fact sink in. She still showed no emotion, no fear. "Why was she still alive?"
Martin placed a tablet on top of the file folder with the same image that Father Stone was shown.
Edited by Borovsky, Jan 30 2015, 03:07 PM.
He lead her down the corridor that lead to his office, well not his office for much longer, it belonged to the High Inquisitor, which he was no longer. But he'd yet to be succeeded either. So for the moment it was his office.
Martin removed the hood from his head and slowly pulled the robe and neatly folded it and placed it on the bookshelf behind his desk. As he turned to sit in his cushy leather chair he saw the girl still standing. Not quite military in stance, but damn near close. She watched him with those blank green eyes and empty face. It was disturbing.
"Sit."
She followed his order and she adjusted her belt as if she were used to weapons being attached, the frown on her face indicated she'd forgotten they'd been removed. At least there was something to her, not just an emotionless android being manipulated by whatever unseen forces he knew of.
Martin leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers and took a long look at the girl in front of him. He couldn't tell she was Sentient. He couldn't tell if she were Furia either. She never twitched a muscle just stared back at him. It was very unusual for someone to make Martin squirm, but she was a master at manipulation. She was a Sentient, and they were master manipulators. He knew that, he'd tried to kill one himself and failed, the only consolation he'd killed one of his spawn. The man had compelled an entire church sanctuary to believe Martin was a saint to be worshiped. It had stopped him dead cold in the water, the throng of people on hanging on to him, blocking his path. In his escaping, Martin had shot the girl he dragged behind him. He smiled at the memory.
With dissatisfaction, Martin sat forward and pushed a file folder towards Aria. "We will discuss each and every document with in this folder. I have questions. You will answer them. But first..."
Martin smile grew darker. "You knew of Father Stone's daughter."
Martin leaned back in his chair, letting the fact sink in. She still showed no emotion, no fear. "Why was she still alive?"
Martin placed a tablet on top of the file folder with the same image that Father Stone was shown.
Edited by Borovsky, Jan 30 2015, 03:07 PM.