Tacitus nodded to Tiberius and dragged his fingernails down the length of his opposite arm, finishing with a ball of cyan energy perched just beyond his left hand finger tips. Tacitus flicked it into the air above his head and it colapsed upon itself releasing a shadowy corvid, flying in place. He stared at it for a moment before it took off back to the estate. Simple messages along clear lines of communications. Stage for an extraction at House Verax, Master of the house in tow. Do not act without cause. He knew based on the time and location who would respond. They'd have a fair number of guardsman at a gambling hall 3 blocks from house Verax within the hour, ready to cause abject and widespread misery at the drop of a hat.
They started down the street and Tacitus felt himself wondering how far this would go. The loss of a guardsman would half to be addressed sure, but this is the first time Tiberius had the buck stop with him on matters of face for the house. Tacitus stared at Tiberius and tried to see signs of emotion on his face, the anger of justice and retrubution. The cold calculation of someone preparing to commit murder as an unavoidable reaction of station. Unfortunately he just found himself unable to read the head of house. “We're nearing the compound soon, What is your command.” he left his town intentionally bland. If he couldn't read the new Patriarch it was important to see how he acted. And equally important he handled this on his command.
Tacitus stopped, the pearlescent stone walls of house Verax contrasted poorly with the wrought iron spikes that jutted angrily out of the top. Part heavy handed metaphor and part clumsy patch of a clear design oversight in the original walls height. The compound didn't seem overly large from their stopping point a near block from the gate. He stopped at a near military ready before Tiberius, his hands folded behind his back and feet evenly spaced part. “I would hear your plan, if I may be so bold.”
They started down the street and Tacitus felt himself wondering how far this would go. The loss of a guardsman would half to be addressed sure, but this is the first time Tiberius had the buck stop with him on matters of face for the house. Tacitus stared at Tiberius and tried to see signs of emotion on his face, the anger of justice and retrubution. The cold calculation of someone preparing to commit murder as an unavoidable reaction of station. Unfortunately he just found himself unable to read the head of house. “We're nearing the compound soon, What is your command.” he left his town intentionally bland. If he couldn't read the new Patriarch it was important to see how he acted. And equally important he handled this on his command.
Tacitus stopped, the pearlescent stone walls of house Verax contrasted poorly with the wrought iron spikes that jutted angrily out of the top. Part heavy handed metaphor and part clumsy patch of a clear design oversight in the original walls height. The compound didn't seem overly large from their stopping point a near block from the gate. He stopped at a near military ready before Tiberius, his hands folded behind his back and feet evenly spaced part. “I would hear your plan, if I may be so bold.”
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