11-22-2013, 10:58 PM
Hood was aware that Spectra was goading Yuri into reaching above his station. He couldn't exactly see her doing it, all snuggled into his side as she was, but he knew her well enough. She enjoyed being chased, being sought after, and of course if someone were to be ruined along the way, all the better. It certainly made things interesting.
He as all set to just leave the two to their dealings, when the expression on Yuri's face darkened. The guy didn't like to loose, apparently. What made it sadder was that Yuri actually thought he was in the running for Spectra's attention. Hell, he had been expecting more resistance from the golden-eyed fellow, not the wanna-be big-shot.
Hood tensed a scant moment before the wind arrived. The look that crossed Yuri's face, of angry determination, nearly won the man a shot to the throat. Silas' response however caused Hood to pause and tilt his head a bit to look in that direction, to see what had Silas so worked up. When the doors burst open, Hood had barely enough time to tug Spectra past him and away from the sudden commotion. It was more instinct then conscious thought of course, but it served to spare her from the brunt of the gust that threatened to knock him off his feet.
When the dust settled, Hood was still standing, and cast a long, suspicious glare into the night-draped skyline beyond the now open doors. He shot a suspicious glare at those distant doors, and the night shrouded skyline beyond. Strange wind currents were one thing, but that had been a bit much. But, assured that there was no wet-works team behind the sudden commotion, Hood relaxed slightly and spared a glance for Silas.
He'd seen men snap under pressure, but that surely wasn't the case. The man just wasn't right in the head, that was all. More a...wild animal, perhaps, for the way he looked at people, the way he moved.
Before he could decide what to do with Yuri though, Hood was again distracted. This time by the arrival of someone he was not terribly excited to see. Hood sighed quietly and took a moment to take stock of his clothes, then fixed his gaze on Jaxen. It was readily evident he wasn't terribly pleased to see Jaxen. The fellow had caused him nothing but trouble so far.
"Jaxen. No, doubt you did. You're just a common pickpocket."
He didn't like Jaxen. He didn't hate him either, but the fellow seemed to be little more then a waste of space. Either causing trouble or getting into trouble. And the woman on his arm? He was starting to wonder if there was anyone at this blasted party that fit in other then Spectra. Not that Oriena didn't or couldn't, like the men in the hallway; she didn't simply because she did not seem to want to.
He turned back to Spectra finally. She was the only person in the damn party he had come to see, and wasn't about to waste any more of her time with these damn antics. "Lets try this again, shall we? Before anything else untowards happens?"
He as all set to just leave the two to their dealings, when the expression on Yuri's face darkened. The guy didn't like to loose, apparently. What made it sadder was that Yuri actually thought he was in the running for Spectra's attention. Hell, he had been expecting more resistance from the golden-eyed fellow, not the wanna-be big-shot.
Hood tensed a scant moment before the wind arrived. The look that crossed Yuri's face, of angry determination, nearly won the man a shot to the throat. Silas' response however caused Hood to pause and tilt his head a bit to look in that direction, to see what had Silas so worked up. When the doors burst open, Hood had barely enough time to tug Spectra past him and away from the sudden commotion. It was more instinct then conscious thought of course, but it served to spare her from the brunt of the gust that threatened to knock him off his feet.
When the dust settled, Hood was still standing, and cast a long, suspicious glare into the night-draped skyline beyond the now open doors. He shot a suspicious glare at those distant doors, and the night shrouded skyline beyond. Strange wind currents were one thing, but that had been a bit much. But, assured that there was no wet-works team behind the sudden commotion, Hood relaxed slightly and spared a glance for Silas.
He'd seen men snap under pressure, but that surely wasn't the case. The man just wasn't right in the head, that was all. More a...wild animal, perhaps, for the way he looked at people, the way he moved.
Before he could decide what to do with Yuri though, Hood was again distracted. This time by the arrival of someone he was not terribly excited to see. Hood sighed quietly and took a moment to take stock of his clothes, then fixed his gaze on Jaxen. It was readily evident he wasn't terribly pleased to see Jaxen. The fellow had caused him nothing but trouble so far.
"Jaxen. No, doubt you did. You're just a common pickpocket."
He didn't like Jaxen. He didn't hate him either, but the fellow seemed to be little more then a waste of space. Either causing trouble or getting into trouble. And the woman on his arm? He was starting to wonder if there was anyone at this blasted party that fit in other then Spectra. Not that Oriena didn't or couldn't, like the men in the hallway; she didn't simply because she did not seem to want to.
He turned back to Spectra finally. She was the only person in the damn party he had come to see, and wasn't about to waste any more of her time with these damn antics. "Lets try this again, shall we? Before anything else untowards happens?"