01-28-2015, 05:10 PM
Hood had met some hard ass'd jack-wagons in his time. Staff Sergeants and officers that felt they were big men because of rank and position or TI (time in). In his past life, he had in the peripheries of conventional special forces teams, guiding them to a target that needed more firepower then the men in his line of work could usually bring to bear. The men that stood at the front-and-center stage were the worst of that sort; these ones had 'religion' on their side, not just organizational tradition. They knew to their bones they were right, whether he might have thought so or not.
Hood's gaze swept around the room as the priest twitched and spasmed in his death throws; the fellow had taken it like a fuckin' champ, certainly, but those last few moments were never pleasant for anyone involved. Bowls and blatters voided, and the smell was atrocious. Luckily, he was far enough removed not to have to deal with that unpleasantness. He absently wondered if the weirdos wore slippers under their ceremonial robes? That'd be unpleasant.
He couldn't see the expressions of most of the Atharim in the room. Standing off to one side, he could only see their postures in most, and an unsettling few seemed to hang on the Regus' words like they were the Light of God itself, or some shit like that. And others? Well, he had a vague suspicion there was going to be a lot of work for those robed nutbars to do in cleaning house, if'n the ones that were less appeased to watch a man die didn't move first.
It had all been interesting in it's own sort of way, but as Borovsky's gaze, the Regus' chosen attack dog if he'd ever seen one, swept Hood's way he met it without hesitation. Or interest, for that matter. The man was, no doubt, a very qualified killer of things that went bump in the night, or in idiot kids who had discovered they were fucking wizards or star-mages or whatever BS nerdy excuse they came up with, but Hood hunted with the Atharim more for the challenge of it then for any moral obligations.
He was a bad, bad man, and didn't use religion or tradition to convince himself otherwise. He didn't need to justify it and hide his reasons behind laws or offices or ranks. He killed because he was good at it, and was lucky enough that there were plenty of folks out there who thought they were better. If more bad men were willing to do the same, then who knew? Maybe the world would be a better place. Fuck that. Probably not.
Hood's gaze swept around the room as the priest twitched and spasmed in his death throws; the fellow had taken it like a fuckin' champ, certainly, but those last few moments were never pleasant for anyone involved. Bowls and blatters voided, and the smell was atrocious. Luckily, he was far enough removed not to have to deal with that unpleasantness. He absently wondered if the weirdos wore slippers under their ceremonial robes? That'd be unpleasant.
He couldn't see the expressions of most of the Atharim in the room. Standing off to one side, he could only see their postures in most, and an unsettling few seemed to hang on the Regus' words like they were the Light of God itself, or some shit like that. And others? Well, he had a vague suspicion there was going to be a lot of work for those robed nutbars to do in cleaning house, if'n the ones that were less appeased to watch a man die didn't move first.
It had all been interesting in it's own sort of way, but as Borovsky's gaze, the Regus' chosen attack dog if he'd ever seen one, swept Hood's way he met it without hesitation. Or interest, for that matter. The man was, no doubt, a very qualified killer of things that went bump in the night, or in idiot kids who had discovered they were fucking wizards or star-mages or whatever BS nerdy excuse they came up with, but Hood hunted with the Atharim more for the challenge of it then for any moral obligations.
He was a bad, bad man, and didn't use religion or tradition to convince himself otherwise. He didn't need to justify it and hide his reasons behind laws or offices or ranks. He killed because he was good at it, and was lucky enough that there were plenty of folks out there who thought they were better. If more bad men were willing to do the same, then who knew? Maybe the world would be a better place. Fuck that. Probably not.