<-Amelia Silea->On The Subject of Pawns
New York, New York
A small smile slowly grew from her rested lips.
Not exactly what she had expected, but close enough to satisfy her own guess.
She glanced to one of her bodyguards for a moment. I've heard that name before
, she thought, tapping her lip lightly with her right index finger.
She took her left hand, seemingly casually, and stroked the back of the one bodyguard as a design flew through her mind.
Facial features- eyes, a nose, thin lips...these flashed, not unlike flashbacks.
As her fingertips lay on the back of the bodyguard, it shivered visibly, albeit silently. There was no sound, but it was evident that it was in incredible pain.
Its arms wrapped around its waist in pain as it quivered.
Amelia seemed less than interested in what was going on with her bodyguard, rather- glancing around the room at the other candidates, as well as the half-drow who announced the deal.
With a quiet groan, the bodyguard sunk to its knees, and Amelia removed her hand, covering it with a thin glove.
As the bodyguard looked up, it pushed its hat back, and looked around.
It...had a face. Eyes. Hair. Somewhat androgynous, but it had all these things. It glanced around in wonder before pushing the hat back down. "Very convincing- I'm quite impressed."
Amelia said quietly, almost offhand, without any shock or awe in her voice. Simply recognition. "Objecting at this point would be foolish and obscene. Anyone who came here expecting anything else signed their own death warrant the moment they entered the premises. I don't expect most people who would be foolish enough to reject the offer even lived to see the mansion."
She casually sat herself down, crossing her right leg over her left. "It may be obvious, but I accept your offer."
While this was said in a monotone, it felt icy.
Amelia then leaned back in her chair and placed her hands on the table, folding them.
The bodyguards stayed at her sides, looking all around at the others, their backs to their mistress. "As for the rest of you- I have no interest in whether you fail or not. Do not attack me, and I will not do the same. We will be working for the same leader, and so, if necessary, I will lend some aid. Don't think I'll bail anyone foolish enough to overextend out, though. Your efforts are your own responsibility."
She then glanced at the man in the suit who had called them there. "Don't disappoint me."
New York, New York
His blood felt like ice.
Surrounded. Powerful people all around him, many of whom could, at least in theory, kill him on the spot. His SWAT armor couldn't do much against raw power, and he knew it.
Fear swam in his system, making his breath shallow.
this was not an entirely unwelcome feeling.
No, not at all.
Here were people that when he was on the force, he would have had to spend years searching for. All in one place.
Sure, trying to take them down was not on his list of priorities at all, but all the same- he felt a challenge welling up in his belly.
His breath returned to normal, and he unclenched his fists.
The half-drow in the suit had just said something important..but what was it again?Tsuki....something...tsu...
Tsukinode?! So I AM dealing with some major forces here! Heh, who knows, maybe they'll even do exactly as I'd like with this kind of power.
He slowly smiled to himself, grateful his helmet covered his mouth.
Making his way through people, he stood somewhere relatively close to the announcements.
First thing he noted- the speaker was somewhat nervous- sympathy has its upsides, after all. Next, the bold man speaking about not being a minion, but as an agent...bold indeed.
Yet he was not ambushed. Interesting.
Even so, he wasn't ready to simply follow suit. He waited and listened to another point out the fact that they were, in fact, pawns. He nodded in the general direction of the speaker, although between the fog in his helmet and the sweat from being nervous, he couldn't get a clear view. That sigh though, that threw him off. This guy may have sounded reasonable, but he had no doubt that this guy was a cold-blooded killer. "He's got a point. The question isn't if we're expendable- but how much so?"
He took a deep breath, and then overheard the woman speaking next in a monotone.
For some reason, that creeped him out even more than the last speaker's sigh, and that's a tough number to beat.
This...did, however, confirm what he had been thinking, at least partially.
The Cult was just as he thought- powerful, but disorganized and decentralized, at least for now. He could only hope that they didn't make powerful bonds as is with this Tsukinode fellow.
He then raised his right hand. "I accept your offer."