01-22-2015, 08:57 PM
The reactions in the crowd to Reggie's 'justice' spanned from shock to creepy levels of excitement. Seth didn't notice how hard his fists were clenched until Father Stone's body was on the floor. That muffled thump was like a switch - the room was silent, after. Then two men in black, supposedly Reggie's best, strolled up to drag the body away. Seth wasn't quite sure when the Atharim bandwagon took a wrong turn for crazy town, but he'd be damned if it wasn't Reggie who started it.
Reggie killed the priest for trying to protect his daughter. Takes a real God damn man to strangle someone to death in cold blood with a dozen of your own circus clowns standing behind you.
Seth's eyes narrowed on Reggie during his little justification speech.
Seth could give Reggie one thing - he was good at making idiots cheer for murder. Granted, Seth's granddad helped kill the last guy who did that so well. He cocked his head, looking more inquisitively at Reggie, and his bodyguards. They weren't that threatening - but there were a lot of them. And all Seth had was an imaginary boot knife, which he was already unconsciously sliding a hand towards. Didn't feel right without it there, but the bastards disarmed everyone at the door. Pulling the hand away, he sighed. That was a thought for another time. When he wasn't surrounded by crazy ass Europeans.
One of Reggie's SS guys stood out from the rest. He seemed to be scanning the crowd for something. That fucker might be a problem.
When that searchlight gaze landed on Seth, he looked right back.
Edited by Seth Marx, Jan 23 2015, 04:28 PM.
Reggie killed the priest for trying to protect his daughter. Takes a real God damn man to strangle someone to death in cold blood with a dozen of your own circus clowns standing behind you.
Seth's eyes narrowed on Reggie during his little justification speech.
Seth could give Reggie one thing - he was good at making idiots cheer for murder. Granted, Seth's granddad helped kill the last guy who did that so well. He cocked his head, looking more inquisitively at Reggie, and his bodyguards. They weren't that threatening - but there were a lot of them. And all Seth had was an imaginary boot knife, which he was already unconsciously sliding a hand towards. Didn't feel right without it there, but the bastards disarmed everyone at the door. Pulling the hand away, he sighed. That was a thought for another time. When he wasn't surrounded by crazy ass Europeans.
One of Reggie's SS guys stood out from the rest. He seemed to be scanning the crowd for something. That fucker might be a problem.
When that searchlight gaze landed on Seth, he looked right back.
Edited by Seth Marx, Jan 23 2015, 04:28 PM.