LUKAS MADELEINE
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Jul 15, 2013 7:09:29 GMT -8
WORDS: 615 TAG: Rayna, Nolan, Venedict
TIMESTAMP: May 3rd, just BARELY after midnight.
It was a relief to find that the farther they drove from the mansion, the more the tension eased out of his body. His posture became more and more relaxed as time went by, but his silence remained no matter what. He vaguely recalled being asked several times if something was wrong, which he'd responded in the negative to, but otherwise spoke very little. Whatever conversation was had about what happened at their freshly completely if disastrous job went in one of his ears and out of the other. The most strenuous thing he'd done was shed the outer coat of his suit and undo the tie, leaving him in his button-up shirt and nice formal wear from the waist down still intact. Oh and, of course replaced the mask from the party with his sunglasses – a clever device he was currently using to hide his eyes. Normally he didn't feel a need to use the tactic amongst his fellows, but this was a...rather large exception.
Normally he'd be able to properly distract himself thinking about the hell he was due to pay when they reported back how the job ran, but even that was ruined by the...unexplainable. His brain used that word like a curse, spitting it at him with all the venom he could muster. Whatever evidence there had been that had needed cleanup – hence the 'reprimand' line of thought – was gone. Poof. Disappeared. So in all honestly, following that line of though was the...most dangerous for him right now. This resulted in the old ploy of pretend it didn't happen. Carry on with life. Simple. And normally he would – but there was the dread of the questions he knew would be asked, as well as the people who he knew would want to talk about it. Honestly, with how much one side of his brain was attempting to grasp a logical reason and the other side warred with it said to shut the hell up and play dumb, it was amazing he wasn't a nervous wreck by the time they'd pulled up into the nearest tavern they were able to find.
In fact, he'd managed to mentally steel himself and determined that he needed to put on a smirk and a swagger and just treat everything like he normally did – without a care in the damn world. It was an easy attitude to fake, at least, and by the time he'd hopped out of the car, he'd even managed to already adapt the loose, untroubled posture as he walked – still not quite 'swagger', but getting there. It may take a vodka shot to reach full 'swagger'...which, thank god he wasn't the only one in need of drowning all the issues of the moment. And while he managed to look relaxed, he was still determinedly subdued, which was still a sure sign of his unease – the assassin was many things, but withdrawn was not one – his very job description was to be sociable and be able to mingle at the drop of a hat, to blend in as if he was meant to be there.
And yet even his fellow assassins could only get a choice few words out of him the past half hour. Even he knew he was drawing attention to himself like this, but he'd been keeping quiet for fear of what would escape his lips if he started talking. Booze, he decided, would definitely help with that, and as he swung the door of the establishment open, still trailing along with the other three but feeling barely there, he made a beeline for the beautiful, wondrous salvation that was the bar.
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Post by NOLAN SHILOH on Aug 7, 2013 21:25:27 GMT -8
TAG; Lukas, Rayna and Venedict NOTES; #dragonflies #2cool
His fedora sat in his lap, rather than atop his head. That just signaled to his peers that something had to be wrong.
Nolan sat in the passenger seat beside the stoic red-head whose lips were betraying nothing to the assassin’s in the back. Their efforts were enthusiastic at first, but as they began to realize that neither of the two was keen on speaking, the jabs and prompts dwindled to a quiet, awkward standstill.
Nolan kept a firm gaze out the window, his usual cheerful demeanour dampened by recent events. He didn’t trust himself to speak without letting a crucial piece of information slip. He recalled that his movements were being monitored by the . . .
Oh. That’s right.
He snuck a clandestine glance at the bug that, though proud and pompous, refused to even be near the “disgusting humans” that sat in the back. Nolan assumed that Master Cato thought mingling with humans when he didn’t have to be pushing it. Nolan, relieved, allowed a small breath to escape his parted lips and continued to peer out the window, trying to find shapes in the darkness that passed him by.
He took this time to ponder the events that had occurred not too long ago. The man still felt cold and despondent, and the black waterfall that cascaded down his back shifted as he raked an anxious hand through his hair.
Take deep breaths. Just play it cool until you get to the bar. Drown yourself in alcohol. It’ll be okay.
He repeated these words in his head as if it was an ancient mantra, and he was an Irish monk with an unceremonious twitch in his brow.
He didn’t know how he managed to survive the car ride, but with utmost haste, he swung the door open and fled the cramped atmosphere. Stretching, he looked to find Master Cato trailing behind him. If he could make an expression, it would probably be that of child-like irritation.
This is stupid, he thought.
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VENEDICT CHAPLIN
Civilian 
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Hiroshima..45........Tjernobil..86........Windows..95....
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Post by VENEDICT CHAPLIN on Aug 19, 2013 20:40:50 GMT -8
Tonight had been strange... to say the least. Their mission had started out typically enough. Venedict had gloated and poked fun at the fruity mess that was Lukas' hair. Lukas then retaliated before they actually got down to business and had to do their jobs. Nolan and Lukas were sent in directly and Rayna had been positioned outside with Venedict staying back to do surveillance and the like.This job was supposed to be an easy one. But then the giant bug was unveiled and all hell broke loose. Venedict had watched from his own monitors what was being broadcasted to the world before the camera was destroyed by the monstrous insect. It was a good thing that the security cameras positioned throughout the house were still working. At the very least then he could still keep an eye on the two inside the building.
Still, he was more or less cut off from everything that was going on. He had visuals on them but the only sound he could hear came from Nolan and Lukas' microphones and that provided little to no help in explaining what the fuck was actually happening. The microphones were good but they were more or less meant for picking up things within a close radius. He could barely here the bug and there were gaps in the conversation. Things only got worse when he realized that Rayna no longer had visuals and would be of no use from where she was.
And so he sat dumbstruck and oddly fascinated as he watched the proceedings. They knew how to handle themselves so Venedict wasn't that worried for their lives. He was much more interested in knowing. He wanted to know what the giant bug was, what it was referring to in terms of kingdoms and nobles, and how it was talking. It reminded him of his own interaction with... whatever that was. He wanted to know and learn what kind of technology this was. He was a true scientist at heart even if he would never say something so disturbingly nerdy out loud.
When the entire ordeal was over, Venedict tried in vain to get information out of the two that had been actually conversing with the bug but to no avail. All questions were deflected or answered but in a way that was much to vague to provide him with any true satisfaction. He desperately wanted to question the disgusting creature that had been entrusted to Nolan but he doubt that the rest of Libertine would have appreciated that.
They arrived at the bar and Venedict followed the other two men. They seemed particularly eager to drink tonight. Perhaps the alcohol would loosen them enough to allow for some questions. Vene doubted it but it was worth a shot. The least they could do was explain the situation to him and Rayna.
Venedict found a seat next to Nolan, making sure to avoid the bug. He sent the bartender off with a curt "Shot of Stolichnaya" before turning to the two beside him. "Want to talk?"
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RAYNA KELLER
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Sept 10, 2013 20:50:05 GMT -8
words: 000 tags: All --------------------------------------------------------- To be fair Rayna was pretty confused about the going ons at the mansion, but when she was about to ask Lukas about it.. well things just did not go as plan. Lukas looked like he was pretty bothered and Nolan looked to be a bit off as well. So instead of asking any questions the next best step was for Venedict to drive them all to the bar for some drinks. Even Rayna could agree that a drink was always a good idea after a hard day of work. She had been up in a tree when the chaos in the mansion has happened. She had been in a good enough spot with a good view, but the things she saw made little sense. It was like the law offices all over again, the only difference this time was that she was not in the middle of it. She had seen the firebirds on the roof and the large bug in the ballroom, that was until that strange blackness started to cover the windows.
Once she lost sight of Lukas and Nolan she ran back to the truck to see if Venedict could see anything. They were left in the dark for most of the time till Lukas and Nolan came out, and then they had decided to leave. Full of questions Rayna wanted to ask so many, but couldn’t, she knew Lukas would just turn her away. So instead of bothering any of the men she turned to dismantling her gun and reliving what had just happened in her mind. She had not seen much, this she knew, but from what she did see, Rayna was sure none of that was normal. Yet she was stuck, she knew Lukas would not want to talk about it, but maybe she could get Nolan to speak to her, though a few drinks would be needed. Funny that in all this mess she hadn’t notice the dragonfly, though she should have.
When they got to the bar Rayna followed the guys out of the van and into the bar, yes a few drinks and everyone would be feeling better. While Nolan and Venedict got to talking Rayna moved to stand between Nolen and Lukas. She reached for Lukas’ drink to take it from herself, but he was quick to take it back. She only smiled as he snapped her her to get her own, which she did after getting the bartender’s attention. “White Russian” She smiled at the bartender and leaned over on the bar, facing her back to it as she looked between the guys. ”Vene’s right, either of you want to speak up? Or drown yourself in liquor?”
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LUKAS MADELEINE
Fire Kingdom
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Sept 11, 2013 15:41:28 GMT -8
WORDS: 490 TAG: NOLAN SHILOH
TIMESTAMP: May 3rd, just BARELY after midnight.
He came to a stop at the bar and flagged the bartender for a shot of Ketel One, not moving to sit like the other two behind him, instead standing and waiting so he could brace himself when he downed the entire shot of liquid courage when it came back to him. His two very different sides of his consciousness were still pushing at each other, warring for dominance to decide how he would handle this, but it was...quieter now, as if the spat in his own mind was dampened. He didn't even have his booze yet but he still felt a bit better...maybe it was the dim lighting and low music that bred a sense of familiarity in him, something he dearly needed. He listened to the others as both Venedict and Rayna attempted to breach the subject again, determining he definitely too conscious for that right now, and was happy to find his drink arrive just as Rayna finished her own question.
“Is the latter an allowed option?” he asked, tone flat, pointedly taking a swig of his drink after he said it, not even flinching at the sharp chill that hit him as he downed the entire shot in one go, making a motion for the bartender to get him another. He braced his hands against the bar for a moment, seeming to stare intensely at the spot between them, before he finally took a long inhale, pushed himself back and finally found himself an actual seat, the one directly to his right and one down from where Nolan and Venedict were clustered. He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and let his hidden eyes land on each of the other assassins in turn, unsure what to do in knowing they expected answers, which he had no good ones for them. He did, however, have something for them to chew on that was a more pressing, albeit logical question.
“How about what are we gonna say when we report back, there's a doozy. Anyone else wanna take that one?” he asked, not even caring they were in public as he mentioned it. Mostly because it was vague, and could literally mean just about anything. His uncle...oh god he remembered what happened the last time. The pressing and the prodding and the 'Lukas, kid, we just want to know what went wrong, damage control is hard enough' yes, yes he knew but no, he couldn't do it. Just no. There was a gas leak and part of the foundation cracked at the same time, and that was all he was giving them, he didn't care if they didn't believe it. The people? Obviously went mad from the gas exposure. Weak-minded, what have you. He couldn't do another report like that to the family heads, how quickly his good standing with them seemed to crumble under the stress off his less that convincing story. Funny how that worked.
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Post by NOLAN SHILOH on Sept 14, 2013 15:50:12 GMT -8
Nolan sighed, eyeing the bartender, who busied himself with wiping glasses before his gaze settled on the fatigued Irishman. Nolan muttered something; to anybody else, it would’ve sounded incoherent, but a tight smirk flickered across the bartender’s face as he went to obtain Nolan’s alcoholic shot.
Nolan eased into his seat, letting another deep sigh to escape from his parted lips. Master Cato flew from one shoulder to the other to escape Venedict, the blue-haired assassin who had come to a seat beside him, attempting to coax answers out of Nolan. The tired assassin’s eyelids fluttered, and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he attempted to sort out his thoughts. Even if he asked, Nolan wasn’t confident he’d be able to answer.
His face when he turned to Venedict was an amalgamation of confusion, weariness and haggard jubilance, like a withered petunia. He just shrugged at the man.
“I haven’t the slightest clue,” he said. The shot came, and Nolan’s fingers curled around it, greedy for relief. He downed it in one go, slamming it onto the cool, polished surface, and signaled to the bartender for more. He was going to drink until he dropped. He could already feel throbbing behind his left eye. He pressed on it with two fingers.
“I hope that was taken literally. I do not know what the hell happened in there.” He offered Venedict a lopsided smile, on corner of his lip pulled up. However, with the way his brows arched, the sleazy grin looked almost painful. “I need to drink more before I can come up with something suitable to your curiosities.”
He downed another shot.
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VENEDICT CHAPLIN
Civilian
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Hiroshima..45........Tjernobil..86........Windows..95....
Posts: 38
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Post by VENEDICT CHAPLIN on Sept 20, 2013 16:26:49 GMT -8
Venedict gave Lukas a side glance as the bartender placed his shot in front of him. There were so many things wrong with this scene but he said nothing. Instead the Russian withheld an overdramatic sigh and swirled his vodka once before downing it as well. Of course he wasn't going to make this easy. Venedict should have expected that much. At least Rayna agreed with him on this endeavor. He would get it out of them though. He wasn't about let another chance to figure out the strange things going on in LA to pass by him again. "Another shot." Unlike Lukas and Nolan, he wasn't trying to drown himself in alcohol (not that two shots would cut it, anyway). He did have some semblance of manners though so he called for another shot before deciding how he would approach this next.
"Well I can't very well help you come up with a coverup if I don't know the extent of the damage, now can I?" It definitely wasn't the answer Lukas was looking for but there was no way he could deny Venedict that. Coverups could be as simple as say blaming the reason for an explosion on a gas leak to something extravagant that required bribery, blackmail, murder, and a bit of false informtaion spread here and there. Either way, there really was no way that he could help unless he knew what needed covering up. They could easily plant the idea that it had been something like a terrorist attack but there were always minute details that needed to be covered if they truly wanted to make it believable.
By now, the shot had finally arrived in front of him and he downed it immediately. Sometimes he missed Russia and all its customs. This was one of those times. Why Americans couldn't just sell Vodka by the bottle was beyond him. It would certainly make things a hell of a lot simpler.
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RAYNA KELLER
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Sept 23, 2013 10:56:25 GMT -8
words: 000 tags: All --------------------------------------------------------- Her drink came over while the guys were doing their best to avoid the subject altogether. Even with Venedict’s help, Rayna could see that getting information out of Lukas and Nolan were going to be like pulling teeth. It was just like that time at the law office, where Rayna and Lukas faced, well for a lack of a better word, monsters. Rayna ended up visiting the hospital and even to this day she couldn’t get a word about that day out of Lukas no matter what she tried. She looked over at Venedict and shook her head, if he understand anything it was the fact that they were not going to get anything out of the other two, at least not yet. A few drinks might be the only things that would help, though they were all russian in some way, so the wait was going to be long.
”Well if anything, the biggest worry is was the job done? If so then I’m sure Venedict can work something out from there.” Sadly it was true, as long as the main job was done, they could say that Lukas and Nolan road out on pink elephants and it wouldn’t make much of a difference. What bothered Rayna from the start was that the job called for four out of five Libertine. Why did such a simple looking job need so many assassins, this question had been bothering Rayna for most of the day. Yet she had no right to question, none of them did. That was part of being the mafia’s dogs, roll over and do as you were told, no questions asked.
She took a sip from her drink, not looking for the alcoholic comfort that the others were looking for. Rayna liked to drink, but between herself and the others she normally always had less. Rayna looked over at Nolan and noticed some bug hanging around, she thought of it just as a bug, but still found it strange. She kept from saying anything about it, her focus more on Lukas, as her partner she worried about him. Sure they were trained to show no emotion and all that bull, but Rayna knew that you can keep something in for only so long. What was Libertine going to do with all these crazy incidents surrounding them.
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LUKAS MADELEINE
Fire Kingdom
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Posts: 106
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/30/1985
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Oct 1, 2013 17:28:25 GMT -8
WORDS: 449 TAG: NOLAN SHILOH
TIMESTAMP: May 3rd, just BARELY after midnight.
“The extent of- hahah- what damage?” he said, and his voice took a temporarily tip towards hysterical, at which point he paused, took a breath, a drink, then continued. “There's no damage to excuse. There's nothing. Bet that won't be bought though.” 'I can't do it again. I can't.' He knew the family heads to know they liked their solid answers, and even if they told them the completely accurate truth, there were enough holes to drive a truck through. He knew the fact that he had been leading most of the job worked to everyone's advantage, as they were more familiar with and owed tons of favors to Lukas (as well as his uncle), but that required him cushioning the blow as best he could and there was only so much he could do. If he wasn't careful, he was going to become the same one Rayna already was – considered unstable, and needed watched. No fucking thank you.
He distantly heard Rayna's question, and he glanced over at her, eyes still hidden by his sunglasses, but the tilt of his head was enough hint to tell where he was looking. Normally, he'd feel mildly insulted she'd implicated he hadn't done what he was supposed to, but he...supposed he understood the concern. Slightly. 'Shows how much you know me. Either I'm dead or they are there is no in-between or incomplete with me. Been working together how long and you still haven't picked up shit about me.' “Yeah, wasn't my best work but I...highly doubt that matters now. It's gone.” he responded, tone back to being level, and he polished off his other shot before motioning for another. He took another few moments to realign himself, before turning and leaning himself in the direction of the other two, eyes zeroing in on Venedict. He supposed there was still one, very important fact to ask after.
“Ven, your feeds are completely dead, right?” 'Maybe it's just some advanced tech cloaking device. Yeah that sounds reasonable. That does rather destroy the 'the evidence is all gone' theory which creates new problems, though...which means a far wider-sweeping cleanup that I like to do.' His expression seemed conflicted for a moment, and there was that voice, the one of the person who'd seen way too much, that asked 'what if'. What if the family heads sent out people to look into the mansion to check this 'disappearance', to see if it was somehow shielded by some new technology, what would happen to the people who went? It wasn't even that he was concerned for the people themselves – it would be the implications behind whatever they found, or whatever happened to them.
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Post by NOLAN SHILOH on Oct 7, 2013 14:09:02 GMT -8
Nolan paid no attention to the other three, instead ogling the third alcoholic shot that had been deftly placed in front of him by the bartender. When he looked up, the bartender glanced at him, winked, and then continued to shine the glasses until they seemed to sparkle with perfection.
He was observant. Nolan decided that he liked the bartender, but pressed another finger to his temple when his cheery whistling ravaged his temple.
The Irishman’s eyes moved from Lukas, to Venedict, to Rayna, and back to Lukas once more. He was wondering how the red-haired man was going to bluff his way out of this one, so when he claimed that there was nothing, his lip curled downward and he arched an eyebrow at him. But he said nothing, pursing his lips.
“You wanted another one, yeah?” asked the bartender, who clearly wasn’t listening for an answer when he slammed another alcoholic shot in front of Nolan. Before Nolan could react, he stalked away.
The Irishman’s eyes narrowed. He liked him less and less. But he snagged the shot, ignoring the dragonfly shoot up in protest, and the burning liquid was rushing down his parched throat as the neon orange dragonfly settled on his other shoulder.
“What are you doing?” a voice demanded, ripping through the thousands of thoughts that had coalesced into a noisy chorus of discord.
Nolan sucked in a sharp breath, and the clumsy clattering of the shot hitting the floor was drowned out by the background buzz of excited conversation. “Oh God.”
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VENEDICT CHAPLIN
Civilian
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Hiroshima..45........Tjernobil..86........Windows..95....
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Post by VENEDICT CHAPLIN on Oct 10, 2013 17:49:08 GMT -8
Venedict scoffed at Lukas' answer. "Figures there would be nothing left. Leave it up to you to destroy everything in sight without a backup plan," he replied sarcastically. He clearly knew that Rayna and Lukas could do a damn good job in their line of work but Venedict and Lukas always did have this love hate relationship. Who was he to pass up an opportunity to throw an insult in the redhead's direction? "I know I blow things up but at least I leave room for creativity. Well, Rayna's right anyway. At least the job is done. You should listen to her more often."
Ah, back to being serious, are we? "Completely dead." Venedict thanked god that they weren't his cameras that got destroyed. An estate like that had it's own security and Venedict could easily tap into their feeds. He would have been upset if his equipment was damaged. "They shut down after people fled the building. I cannot tap into the security system at all. And I can tell you based on what I cannot connect to that it is likely the entire security system is either offline or destroyed." Venedict paused before tentatively continuing. "Why do you ask? Were you hoping to be able to spy on the bug?"
Venedict frowned in Nolan's direction at the sound of glass hitting the bar. "What's wrong with you?"
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RAYNA KELLER
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Oct 26, 2013 21:49:17 GMT -8
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Why was it that these three men, her co-workers, made things so much harder for her in the end? Getting anything out of them was like pulling teeth. She finished her drink and caught the eye of the bartender, he seemed to be more interested on Nolan, and on any other day Rayna would have made a joke, but today would not be that day. She got her second drip and held it in her hand and she moved away from Lukas’ side and got closer to Venedict and Nolan. ”At least someone agrees with me.” She commented on Vene’s statement as she had moved over. Just then a glass hit the floor and shattered. Rayna pause in her step and looked at Nolan, she was about to ask him what was wrong when Vene had already beat her to it.
That was fine, she had something bigger to deal with. Lukas did not look well, not in the feeling sick way, but she had seen this body language before.He was acting the same way he did when that mess at the law office happened. She needed to get him home before he drank himself stupid, but at the same time she knew that if she took him home now she would just make things worse for him. She couldn’t help but ask questions, comparing what she knew with that had been happening, if she wasn’t careful she had a chance of pushing too hard on the guy.
Rayna decided then that she was not the one that should be taking Lukas him, even if they lived together and it made sense. She eyed both Venedict and Nolan, her plan was simple, but would she be able to get away with it? She moved close to Vene this she was close enough to lean in and whisper in his ear. ”Hey Vene lets switch, I think maybe you take Lukas home, see if he feels like talking, and I’ll take care of Nolan, and whatever issues he’s dealing with.”
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LUKAS MADELEINE
Fire Kingdom
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Nov 24, 2013 19:05:15 GMT -8
WORDS: 340 TAG: NOLAN SHILOH
TIMESTAMP: May 3rd, just BARELY after midnight.
He'd decided it was safer to completely ignore Venedict's jibe at him, because even a sarcastic response would burn him, because he'd be forced to speak aloud the fact that the mansion was just gone with no reason and he couldn't have that now could he?
The hacker's question about why he asked about the tapped security feeds threw him off something awful, though. They were making it really hard to ignore and logic away his problems, casually mentioning the...thing, whatever it was, that had caused the chaos. 'Genetically altered, government pet.' his brain said firmly, and a part of him believed it. 'No, I didn't want to spy, I wanted an explanation that made sense. Doesn't matter, I'm still rolling with advanced cloaking tech and that maybe they scrambled his signals to fake them going offline. Its the only thing that makes sense.' Part of him knew better. He knew that if someone did manage to push Venedict out of the system, he'd know they had. If it was even a remote possibility, he'd mention it – his pride was on the line, after all. It was nothing if not an insult to the tech savant to assume an answer that defied what he said.
Luckily, insulting Venedict was a life-long passion of his. So he'd stick with his explanation.
“Covering my bases. If there's security footage with a risk of leaking out, didn't need to floating about. Destroyed I can live with, offline could be problematic if anything shows up anywhere. The whole thing just stinks...I feel like we're going to get bit in the ass.” he said, volume low so no one would overhear, tone showing of a confidence he didn't have, a nonchalance that didn't fit his stiff shoulders as he reached for another drink. The burn hit his throat but it still wasn't giving him enough of a contented hum in his mind to drown out the thoughts. He was too busy being absorbed in his own self-centered problems he missed Rayna's exchange with Venedict.
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