[ Liar, he doesn't say. You fucking liar. But he smiles anyway, knowing very well what it looks like, and holds his ground. There's always a cost. No one does a thing out of kindness in this universe, no one but the dead, and if there's no cost now that only means that it'll come calling later.
That's fine. That's fucking fine. Godric can say whatever he wants. Only thing that matters is he's got power and is positioned to get more of it. Sharkface turned mercenary a long time ago. He knows exactly what he is, and what's needed to fulfill his mission. There will be a cost. He'll just have to survive it. ]
Sure you will.
[ The offer's been made. It won't do to push the point, sound desperate. He's got other angles. Sharkface flexes his hands, thinking. It's not like dealing with Felix, who was loud and moody, prone to romantics; not quite like arranging things with Locus, either, who was all business and turned killing into an equation, when it was all pageantry and brutality with Felix. A style that didn't mesh especially well. That hadn't mattered, though. He had skills they wanted, an agenda that complimented their own, and they brought him in exchange for a suit of armor. A bargain, really. ]
That all, sir?
[ A jab, probably ill-conceived. Impossible to see it as anything but mocking. Authority is so rarely worn by people who deserve it. ]
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Date: 2020-01-18 06:59 pm (UTC)That's fine. That's fucking fine. Godric can say whatever he wants. Only thing that matters is he's got power and is positioned to get more of it. Sharkface turned mercenary a long time ago. He knows exactly what he is, and what's needed to fulfill his mission. There will be a cost. He'll just have to survive it. ]
Sure you will.
[ The offer's been made. It won't do to push the point, sound desperate. He's got other angles. Sharkface flexes his hands, thinking. It's not like dealing with Felix, who was loud and moody, prone to romantics; not quite like arranging things with Locus, either, who was all business and turned killing into an equation, when it was all pageantry and brutality with Felix. A style that didn't mesh especially well. That hadn't mattered, though. He had skills they wanted, an agenda that complimented their own, and they brought him in exchange for a suit of armor. A bargain, really. ]
That all, sir?
[ A jab, probably ill-conceived. Impossible to see it as anything but mocking. Authority is so rarely worn by people who deserve it. ]