Post by BEX on Sept 22, 2011 23:28:30 GMT -5
While it hadn’t been one of his immediate picks, the Director eyed the whiny brat a few men had come to know as “Goodbye” Sparrow. Fingering his own signet ring while examing the vastly immature fellow before him he remained thoughtfully silent behind the sheleter of the hood he had adorned to all the training sessions thus far. There was certainly some promising recruits on the island already and one had even showed that ‘spark’ he had been looking for. Reigning in his thoughts, the towering man edged over towards the new recruit whose own height brought the unruly tip of his head to the ‘Director’s’ chin.
“Mr. Sparrow, I presume…you seem to have an airy streak by record. Though even then, all the World Government knows is that you’re a brat.”
Sneering words dropped from lips that were too cool for the sneer itself. If only the young man could have caught a glimpse of that handsomely, square chin he might have begun to comprehend the vast difference between this lowly vagabond and the refined leader of a soon-to-be great organization; the contrast was palpable to say the least. The ninja, who had served Cipher Pol Nine’s purposes for a long time now had been wary about this recruit, but the ‘Director’ sensed that the boy had no formal training and was really a blank slate just waiting to be filled. With a smirk, that again remained completely unnoticeable behind his goddamned hood he marked the crackling fire that he believed he saw in the younger man.
“Before we begin…what do you know about martial arts?” The question would be asked just before the tall, dark, and mysterious inspector wheeled around effortlessly on the heel of one of those pricey croc skin shoes; grinding into the dirt as if several Captain’s wages hadn’t gone into buying them. “And when I say martial arts, I don’t mean that vulgar form of swordsmanship, I’ve heard you practice back home!”
Oh yes, the fiery gauntlet had been thrown down.
“Mr. Sparrow, I presume…you seem to have an airy streak by record. Though even then, all the World Government knows is that you’re a brat.”
Sneering words dropped from lips that were too cool for the sneer itself. If only the young man could have caught a glimpse of that handsomely, square chin he might have begun to comprehend the vast difference between this lowly vagabond and the refined leader of a soon-to-be great organization; the contrast was palpable to say the least. The ninja, who had served Cipher Pol Nine’s purposes for a long time now had been wary about this recruit, but the ‘Director’ sensed that the boy had no formal training and was really a blank slate just waiting to be filled. With a smirk, that again remained completely unnoticeable behind his goddamned hood he marked the crackling fire that he believed he saw in the younger man.
“Before we begin…what do you know about martial arts?” The question would be asked just before the tall, dark, and mysterious inspector wheeled around effortlessly on the heel of one of those pricey croc skin shoes; grinding into the dirt as if several Captain’s wages hadn’t gone into buying them. “And when I say martial arts, I don’t mean that vulgar form of swordsmanship, I’ve heard you practice back home!”
Oh yes, the fiery gauntlet had been thrown down.