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“The people of your job tend to affect your opinion of said employment,” Max replied slowly. “Although I don’t know as many of the people as you do, I’m sure.” After receiving no response (or perhaps not hearing it over a sudden roar of the crowd), she took a seat on the floor next to him, silently watching the partying people for a time before speaking up again. “I get the feeling you don’t want me here. I’m assuming you’re a skilled assassin; why not just kill me and find another recruit?”
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Stephen snorted in reply, agreeing with Dagger's comment. His eye drifted back to watch the bafoons in front of him celebrate. Most likely they had already forgotten the very reason for their celebrations. At Dagger's next comment, Stephen's eyebrows raised as he turned his abnormal cat eye once more to Dagger. She certainly enjoyed asking questions; interesting questions the people tended to avoid. He did not know whether to be annoyed or appreciate her bluntness. Now, to test her intellegince.
"Look around you. Tell me what you observe" he nodded his head at the group of people in front of them. The mass of about 25 people were all doing something different. Most shared drinks, lazy smiles on their faces as others drunkenly tossed their weapons around. A few people stuck to the edges of the room, watching the commotion with resentful or blank expressions. Others merely cleaned their weapons and ignored the activities as if they were not there.
Sweeping her eyes around the room, Max quickly took in some things she hadn’t noticed at first. Normally she wouldn’t speak so freely, but the challenging air of the leader compelled her to try and be impressive. “At the forefront is a group of drunks. Some are more wasted than others, but they’re still having their fun. Then there’s the people at the edges, almost seeming as supervisors. They look uninterested—and perhaps that’s the case—but they’re still keeping their wits about them. You’re one such person,” Max paused here, noticing more than just the people now. “There’s also only one exit, and the people on the edges tend to glance at it from time to time, whether they realize it or not. The source of beer occupies one corner, various weapons are around, as well as other assorted objects that could maybe be used as a weapon, or at least a distraction. Chairs, for example, could be both.” She tapped a leg of his chair with her hand for emphasis. “And I can only assume there’s people on the other side of the exit, keeping an eye on it. Probably not in an obvious way, but still watching it all the same.” She stopped abruptly, her gaze not leaving the scene in front of her as she had spoken.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Post by Stephen Leland on Oct 14, 2014 4:28:19 GMT
Stephen nodded "Thank you for pointing out the obvious. There is a prominent divide between the people here. I suppose I will have to tell you since you are far to daft to point it out yourself. Half of these people will not last; this job has turned into a game for them. At one point they are going to lose interest and slip up. There a few people in CAEsAL and even fewer that take the job seriously. Killing you, no matter how appealing the idea, would not be beneficial for CAEsAL. I am the second in command so it is my duty to keep this group alive. I am not foolish enough to kill off every person I dislike. Is that a clear enough answer for you?" If it wasn't the answer Dagger was seeking, that was his problem. Stephen was not here to appease the lesser.
“So you’ll keep me around until I stop being useful? Makes me feel like the guild care about me alright,” Max scoffed in return, a bit annoyed at his comment. “Besides, how come you act high and mighty and important, but don’t even bother to tell me your name. You make it sound like you have something better to do and yet you’re sitting here, babysitting.” Max looked directly at him, glaring daggers. As much as she liked being in an organization once again, she couldn’t help but expect it to lead to nowhere good and she had yet to be proven otherwise.
Post by Stephen Leland on Oct 20, 2014 19:24:57 GMT
"No, we will keep you around until you break one of our laws or endanger our members. We do not kill our own off just because we get bored of their lack of involvement" He chided. As he shook his head he crossed one leg and leaned back in his chair. "You may call me Triune. There are quite a few other things that I could be doing right now.." Pampering his cats, reading Shakespeare, having a nervous break down over his wedding "... but someone has to supervise around here so, here I am" he finished with a sigh, glaring at the group of people who were making a loud commotion as they tried to figure out what pub to go to this late at night.
Max nodded, although she doubted this “Triune” was paying attention. That seemed a bit more fair. Moving on from the conversation, her thoughts drifted to where she’d sleep tonight in this cold. Probably next to the blacksmith’s place again; some warmth tended to seep through the walls. If someone else didn’t already claim it. She looked back at the group, wondering how long they’d be here. She planned to stay as long as she could, away from the chilling nights. “When do you think they’ll leave?” she asked after a few minutes, trying to guess how much time she had left.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
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