01-06-2015, 08:05 PM
A task had been asked of Martin from the Regus himself. It was an honor to fulfill the duty requested of him. Despite the fact that the task was easily handled. The godling was of little consequence. Martin had found things, but they weren't his own findings, just his curious searches through what other Atharim had been searching for in the databases. And one struck him as odd. The search it self was not odd, nor the searcher, but the results found were extraordinary. Father Stone's daughter, a godling and he kept it secret. That was exactly what the Regus had been looking.
And then when informed the Regus gave Martin the task, the task to kill the godling. She was a stoner, completely oblivious to his entrance, her friend however was more the problem than he godling, she actually struggled. It had been quick for both of them, but it was an easy fight, two little girls dead because of one old man's folly.
Martin had delivered the message of it's completion as Father Stone sat in the Regus' office. It was dramatic, and Martin took extreme pleasure in he man's discomfort. His end would be satisfactory, or so he could only hope.
But it was the meeting afterwards that which Martin was most looking forward to, to "something more important". It was something he hoped he'd enjoy not more administrative duties, he truly hated that. Paperwork was beneath him.But
Unlike the prior summons, Martin did not enter the Regus' office unbidden. He knocked and waited for the man to answer or for something else to indicate he should enter. Martin knew his place in the order of things. He was ambitious yes, but he knew his place.
Martin adjusted his tailored black suit jacket he wore over a pair of black jeans. The gray t-shirt underneath was crisp, Martin despised button ups but would wear them when necessary. He didn't deem this meeting that formal. It was not ceremonious, only a meeting. Far lesser people strode into the Regus' office wearing not but most menial of things. All of Martin's clothes were fine, today's was not silk, but a good share of his clothes for non-field work were. He prided himself on his attire, among many other things. He smiled to himself as he waited in those mere moments of self-reflection.
And then when informed the Regus gave Martin the task, the task to kill the godling. She was a stoner, completely oblivious to his entrance, her friend however was more the problem than he godling, she actually struggled. It had been quick for both of them, but it was an easy fight, two little girls dead because of one old man's folly.
Martin had delivered the message of it's completion as Father Stone sat in the Regus' office. It was dramatic, and Martin took extreme pleasure in he man's discomfort. His end would be satisfactory, or so he could only hope.
But it was the meeting afterwards that which Martin was most looking forward to, to "something more important". It was something he hoped he'd enjoy not more administrative duties, he truly hated that. Paperwork was beneath him.But
Unlike the prior summons, Martin did not enter the Regus' office unbidden. He knocked and waited for the man to answer or for something else to indicate he should enter. Martin knew his place in the order of things. He was ambitious yes, but he knew his place.
Martin adjusted his tailored black suit jacket he wore over a pair of black jeans. The gray t-shirt underneath was crisp, Martin despised button ups but would wear them when necessary. He didn't deem this meeting that formal. It was not ceremonious, only a meeting. Far lesser people strode into the Regus' office wearing not but most menial of things. All of Martin's clothes were fine, today's was not silk, but a good share of his clothes for non-field work were. He prided himself on his attire, among many other things. He smiled to himself as he waited in those mere moments of self-reflection.