09-25-2013, 02:40 PM
With Aria complacent, Armande circled Seth and crossed the distance to the door in several long strides and pulled it open. The posturing of a younger, larger man was not intimidating. To be chosen as Regus required the tactical mind of a scholar as well as a physical strength of a warrior; Armande was master at both mind and body before this goat-humping redneck popped his first facial hair.
The girl was diligently working despite Seth's uncouth mouth. The Regus of the Atharim demanded much from his acolytes, but forcing the girl to concentrate on an undeniably difficult task with this buffoon in the room was beyond his mandate.
He held the door open and turned back to his American weapon. "She needs peace and quiet." A command followed on the heels of the explanation, "After you, Mr. Marx."
Aria may have been left to the solitude of her thoughts, but she was not unsupervised. The Regus' office was filtered through the lens of constant watchers who ensure the safety of the room's contents rather than the man occupying the title. The items housed in there were priceless.
Armande smoothed his sleeves calmly and tucked his hands behind his back as he walked away from Seth. The man was a tribute to his family's dedication to their way of life, and Armande could respect such a position. Seth was, indeed, one of the greatest hunters in the world.
"You are aware of the return of the gods." Armande pivoted, fixing Seth with a cold gaze blue as the frosted lakes of Siberia. "You are here to be trained in hunting these creatures, many of which infest Moscow itself. Our Atharim brethren break weakling demigods around the globe, but there are Titans here. You will find them, Mr. Marx, you and your neice. And you will slaughter them."
A curl of ferocity soared behind Armande's gaze. "This pleases you, yes?"
The girl was diligently working despite Seth's uncouth mouth. The Regus of the Atharim demanded much from his acolytes, but forcing the girl to concentrate on an undeniably difficult task with this buffoon in the room was beyond his mandate.
He held the door open and turned back to his American weapon. "She needs peace and quiet." A command followed on the heels of the explanation, "After you, Mr. Marx."
Aria may have been left to the solitude of her thoughts, but she was not unsupervised. The Regus' office was filtered through the lens of constant watchers who ensure the safety of the room's contents rather than the man occupying the title. The items housed in there were priceless.
Armande smoothed his sleeves calmly and tucked his hands behind his back as he walked away from Seth. The man was a tribute to his family's dedication to their way of life, and Armande could respect such a position. Seth was, indeed, one of the greatest hunters in the world.
"You are aware of the return of the gods." Armande pivoted, fixing Seth with a cold gaze blue as the frosted lakes of Siberia. "You are here to be trained in hunting these creatures, many of which infest Moscow itself. Our Atharim brethren break weakling demigods around the globe, but there are Titans here. You will find them, Mr. Marx, you and your neice. And you will slaughter them."
A curl of ferocity soared behind Armande's gaze. "This pleases you, yes?"