Post by BEX on Nov 7, 2011 3:59:38 GMT -5
As he turned back to his desk, droplets of sweat wetting his forehead he eyed both Mae and Fae in turn, yet for the first time he found neither eye meeting his own with that blind devotion he’d become accustomed to; it was a bit unnerving, but it dawned on him that he did not have them completely wrapped around his finger. That could be a dangerous thing here…perhaps aiming for diplomacy with these two would be better. he thought as he slid silently into his chair, made a big show about setting his papers straight. Blast, he hated having to act purposefully in order to abide the whims of others! It was he who would make peace in the world, not them yet they barred him at every path.
Fools.
Madness seethed in warm, frothy waves beneath his skin as he fervently hoped that Demetri, the man had ordained against all odds to head Cipher Pol Nine was making headway; drastic changes would meet him once he returned to the camp. Mae, her majestic purple mane resting upon her shoulder blankly reached past him and snatched a paper—it was Latvida’s file that he’d been staring last night; the breakdown of the interview the man’s past stations, his achievements, his recorded life story. Everything. For a man to follow Rob Lucci was one thing, but the director could not afford to have a Rob Lucci under his belt, that was dangerous and somewhat careless as was seen in that it ruined Spandam. No, the other members would have to be a check against Demetri though even that seemed frivolous when it was Natai who possessed the most talent…and would be the most troublesome to deal with.
Blinking from his thoughts he set both hands on the table, palms flat. With the paper he’d been aiming to read confiscated he had nothing else to do, but his cool air was commendable if one could praise themselves for enduring such grating circumstances. The man doubted the female ninja gently resting on his desk was unaware of how flagrant a foul she was committing in the same way she was not oblivious to the fact that the tight rump resting in front of him was not unnoticed by mind of lecherous content. Oh, the things he could do to her…if only there was time… “Ahem,” he coughed both to draw his mind from the abyss known as his own lust. Men fell for allowing such thoughts to cloud their judgment and he was not most men—he must seek out a means to defend himself should the ninja fail to support him; that included Fae and Mae.
“Are you finished now or do you intend to spur me to anger as your master did?” he asked casually, but the undertone of his voice held warning for her next actions and in kind she spun delicately though her eyes were storms of flashing brimstone. Swallowing as the air thickened with bloodlust he wondered if he’s just spoken his last words when Fae was suddenly at his back. He couldn’t see her though he fingertips reached just over the chair protectively arming him against any sudden outbursts from her fellow female counterpart. Ice was warmer than she and Fae could make winter’s heart jealous for how stalwart she was in her mindset; there was no doubt the two would tumble for their beliefs.
In his bloody office! Blast! Blast it all!
Quickly, a bit too quickly, for as he rose to his feet weapon points were already pressed against the flannel shirt embroidered by lazy flower images of all sorts. It was a native creation that he wore to keep these two happy and now they were going to bloody destroy his bloody office on this bloody day—worse yet, Mae actually seemed willing to kill him. No, he’d need to bend them hopelessly to his will so that he might strike injury against the others as he saw fit, “Now, now…I don’t want any fighting. I understand Demetri has been causing a good deal of trouble, but I will give you this” he said, voice trialing as he frantically clawed his thoughts for what could possibly satiate their want for rending the man to bits.
“Once Demetri is done with his training you may each have one battle with him. If you cannot kill him then I suggest you keep quiet and perform as you are expected, understood?” he asked with a snarky smile. They weren’t listening, but he’d won from the gleam in their eyes. Both were united on this front; they wished to do war with the man who had so quickly earned his favor and they undoubtedly meant to kill him if they were given the go ahead.
Good luck Demetri…you’ll need it so help you.
Fools.
Madness seethed in warm, frothy waves beneath his skin as he fervently hoped that Demetri, the man had ordained against all odds to head Cipher Pol Nine was making headway; drastic changes would meet him once he returned to the camp. Mae, her majestic purple mane resting upon her shoulder blankly reached past him and snatched a paper—it was Latvida’s file that he’d been staring last night; the breakdown of the interview the man’s past stations, his achievements, his recorded life story. Everything. For a man to follow Rob Lucci was one thing, but the director could not afford to have a Rob Lucci under his belt, that was dangerous and somewhat careless as was seen in that it ruined Spandam. No, the other members would have to be a check against Demetri though even that seemed frivolous when it was Natai who possessed the most talent…and would be the most troublesome to deal with.
Blinking from his thoughts he set both hands on the table, palms flat. With the paper he’d been aiming to read confiscated he had nothing else to do, but his cool air was commendable if one could praise themselves for enduring such grating circumstances. The man doubted the female ninja gently resting on his desk was unaware of how flagrant a foul she was committing in the same way she was not oblivious to the fact that the tight rump resting in front of him was not unnoticed by mind of lecherous content. Oh, the things he could do to her…if only there was time… “Ahem,” he coughed both to draw his mind from the abyss known as his own lust. Men fell for allowing such thoughts to cloud their judgment and he was not most men—he must seek out a means to defend himself should the ninja fail to support him; that included Fae and Mae.
“Are you finished now or do you intend to spur me to anger as your master did?” he asked casually, but the undertone of his voice held warning for her next actions and in kind she spun delicately though her eyes were storms of flashing brimstone. Swallowing as the air thickened with bloodlust he wondered if he’s just spoken his last words when Fae was suddenly at his back. He couldn’t see her though he fingertips reached just over the chair protectively arming him against any sudden outbursts from her fellow female counterpart. Ice was warmer than she and Fae could make winter’s heart jealous for how stalwart she was in her mindset; there was no doubt the two would tumble for their beliefs.
In his bloody office! Blast! Blast it all!
Quickly, a bit too quickly, for as he rose to his feet weapon points were already pressed against the flannel shirt embroidered by lazy flower images of all sorts. It was a native creation that he wore to keep these two happy and now they were going to bloody destroy his bloody office on this bloody day—worse yet, Mae actually seemed willing to kill him. No, he’d need to bend them hopelessly to his will so that he might strike injury against the others as he saw fit, “Now, now…I don’t want any fighting. I understand Demetri has been causing a good deal of trouble, but I will give you this” he said, voice trialing as he frantically clawed his thoughts for what could possibly satiate their want for rending the man to bits.
“Once Demetri is done with his training you may each have one battle with him. If you cannot kill him then I suggest you keep quiet and perform as you are expected, understood?” he asked with a snarky smile. They weren’t listening, but he’d won from the gleam in their eyes. Both were united on this front; they wished to do war with the man who had so quickly earned his favor and they undoubtedly meant to kill him if they were given the go ahead.
Good luck Demetri…you’ll need it so help you.