06-22-2017, 11:18 PM
Heh. So, the God wasn't as clueless as he seemed. He'd finally noticed Hendy's utter lack of care into maintaining his diguise for the last few hours, and called him on it. It was almost gut wrenchingly hilarious to see one who proclaimed himself as a vaunted deity among mortals nearly lose his shit when confronted with something as simple as a Kindred. He was having a hard time not bursting out laughing at the spectacle of it.
Still, Enel was just the right amount of crazy and powerful that Hendy liked to keep in his Rolodex, so he followed the exhausted man towards the safehouse, casually ambling along at the same lackadaisical pace he'd kept up through most of his time on the island. Though, that was about to change.
He could feel it. He'd heard whispers, a few of his informational contacts had let him know before he left for Dante's Abyss; it was why he'd chosed to wear the identity of Victor Hendy. Someone upstairs had noticed his rise in the criminal underworld, and he'd been attracting attention. How could they not? Little New York on Tier 5 was about as crime free as it had been in who even remembered how long, and it was all thanks to the ubiquitously appareled Gentlemen Jacks.
Hendy figured it was only a matter of time until someone was sent to put the hurting on him for daring to upset the natural order. the only question was...who? Definitely not Enel. The man was here for his ego and not much else. Not the bug guy either, and probably not anyone he'd run into so far. But they'd rear their heads sooner or later, when he was least expecting it.
This was something he'd have to tackle on his own. Well..not have to. He preferred to. The poor God was already sleep deprived and freaking out about his undead pallor, the kind of entrance that Harlan Higgs would make into the competition would probably give the bastard a coronary. Oh well.
Enel stumbled into the safehouse and wasted no time in passing out on a long bench, snoozing loudly and mumbling in his sleep. Hendy sidled up next to him, pulling a bundle of leather straps out of his pocket and tucking it into the God's bag. Paying tribute to the lord he'd be leaving behind shortly.
For now, anyway.
Still, Enel was just the right amount of crazy and powerful that Hendy liked to keep in his Rolodex, so he followed the exhausted man towards the safehouse, casually ambling along at the same lackadaisical pace he'd kept up through most of his time on the island. Though, that was about to change.
He could feel it. He'd heard whispers, a few of his informational contacts had let him know before he left for Dante's Abyss; it was why he'd chosed to wear the identity of Victor Hendy. Someone upstairs had noticed his rise in the criminal underworld, and he'd been attracting attention. How could they not? Little New York on Tier 5 was about as crime free as it had been in who even remembered how long, and it was all thanks to the ubiquitously appareled Gentlemen Jacks.
Hendy figured it was only a matter of time until someone was sent to put the hurting on him for daring to upset the natural order. the only question was...who? Definitely not Enel. The man was here for his ego and not much else. Not the bug guy either, and probably not anyone he'd run into so far. But they'd rear their heads sooner or later, when he was least expecting it.
This was something he'd have to tackle on his own. Well..not have to. He preferred to. The poor God was already sleep deprived and freaking out about his undead pallor, the kind of entrance that Harlan Higgs would make into the competition would probably give the bastard a coronary. Oh well.
Enel stumbled into the safehouse and wasted no time in passing out on a long bench, snoozing loudly and mumbling in his sleep. Hendy sidled up next to him, pulling a bundle of leather straps out of his pocket and tucking it into the God's bag. Paying tribute to the lord he'd be leaving behind shortly.
For now, anyway.
Quote:Hendy and Enel move from B12 to Safehouse B
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”