Post by kiarus on Sept 26, 2012 22:28:23 GMT -5
[/font]He tried to do too much, too soon, with too little...
His hand, he involuntarily forfeited. Folded.
The organization had dwindled down to less then a handful of people not counting the dispensable amount of henchman he acquired through sheer persuasion. Besides the inadequate, his able few he could count on one hand. Kisai, Olden Price, Charlotte Cross, and Dreptin Kurogasko. The very few close friends he had in this world. The very few that would help Drake achieve his dreams because his dreams were their own.
He sat.
Mind racing,fingersclaw tapping profusely along the cold metal of the table he sat at. Ten chairs aligned the table with his chair highlighting the steel metal by being strategically placed at the top while the remaining nine aligned the sides. As he sat in vocal silence, his anxiety was fully audible in the sounds of his fidgeting. His eyes showing equal anxiety in the lush magma color that plagued them. Powerful, staggered veins etched their way along his iris with a keen focal point on his pupil. Tired eyes were a result of the leaders hard work that led up to this point. Today he'd set the building blocks and framework for for a new beginning.
Hair silver, skin lightly tanned. Legs and arms both fully augmented by his trademark black gauntlets. From the tips of his toes to his pelvis, from the tips of his fingers to his shoulder he was lethally draped in hundreds of pounds of metal. His torso, only one of his two exposed body parts was politely covered in a black vest that was not zipped but closed nonetheless. His head rested in his left hand, cuffed and comfortably situated while his right hand continued to tap away at the metal table leaving small holes where the silver claw like fingers tread.
As Drake sat there in silence he awaited the moment when his team would assemble, whatever left of them that is.