The Past in Question || Black, Edgar, Zota Feb 10, 2017 18:14:37 GMT -7
Post by Thomas Dunn on Feb 10, 2017 18:14:37 GMT -7
The 10th of the Scales of Judgement
Late Afternoon at the Airship Docks of Dimant
Red2 had accomplished her mission.
Whether she had done well, whether she had done poorly - that was a question for after the meeting that Black was due with the Vanros clan. For now, she would be holed up in the airship - Discovery, once more, as Tom was nothing if not consistent - awaiting her 'father' to relay the conclusion of her mission. If this was a success... Well, Tom would be sure to offer the girl more freedom. She would be able to spend time with Green, with Black, she would be a perfect tool to send on even more reconnaissance quests...
But if she failed, she would be back under the knife. A failed experimentation. Not good enough.
Tom was confident enough in himself to know it would turn out rather well with Red. Which only left him the worry of Black. Yes, he had a new implant. It seemed to be working perfectly. And yes, the information from Violet's files, along with the information provided by Red, seemed to be taking in Black. He seemed to be more than able to recall Zechariah's mannerisms the way Tom remembered them, and he knew an impressive amount about the family. Most importantly, he knew what Zota Vanros wanted, and if Zota Vanros could be convinced... Edgar would follow.
He took a moment to observe Black, proud of how quickly the boy had improved. Tom did not permit him extraneous access to magic - the pain in his hand reminded him not to trust so easily - but his skin had still gained a bit more of the depth that a black Kina ought to have. Not so pale, not so gaunt, not so starved. Zota must have been a terrible father.
Zota. Tom looked at his watch, impatient. They had stayed at the docks as requested. It was an affront to Tom in that he knew he surely deserved more respect than a meeting here of all places, and at the same time was a load off of his mind. He hardly had the time to waste in Dirys. Last night had been more than enough for him, today was extraneous. He had patients awaiting his orders back home... Which made it all the more frustrating that they were late.
He was nearly about to turn back to the gangway of the airship when he heard a sharp intake of air from beside him. Black was reacting to something. Tom turned again, met with the sight of the weasel, and his evident father. Edgar looked as Tom remembered him, all poise and no clout. Zota looked... Tired. Though he dressed so similarly to Edgar Tom felt the urge to vomit. They were both so detestable. Instead, he smiled and began pacing towards them to shorten the distance.
As the four met in the middle, Tom offered his hand to Zota. He knew the man would prefer a bow, and Tom would not give him that. No, Tom was far more powerful than Zota could ever dream - and he would exude that power. "You must be Zota Vanros, Doctor Thomas Dunn," Tom's grip was strong in the shake, firm, "An absolute pleasure, my friend... And Edgar. Pleased to see you've kept so well."
OOC. Zota Vanros Edgar Vanros Acacia-Black