(I could not quite reach the appall Thibor height I aspired to, but enjoy it anyway)
There are times for keeping your game face firmly fixed. When others were looking to you for leadership, you could not let it slip. You had to maintain the
aura of calm, focused control, and by doing so, let it pass like an infection to those around you. When the world around you was descending into utter bat-shit
madness, to the point where the appearance of the Cheshire Cat, Queen of Hearts and Hookah smoking caterpillar would signify a turn towards the comfortably
normal, you had to keep your game face on.
Thibor has a carefully trained game face. Anyone who had spent any time with dogs knew how difficult it was for the canine, or in his case, lupine, face to
conceal emotion. Doggie expressions were so obvious.; happy dog, unhappy dog, sick dog and of course Irish setter. His team looked to him. His team needed him
to be the solid rock on which they would build their attack.
Even now, they were arranged behind him. Waiting for the word.
He has seen the enemies. His team had seen the enemies. He turned to his team.
His game face faltered. Then gave way. The look of shocked horror matching those around him.
As one they turned and fled, tumbling through the portal and back into the bustling Architect Enterprise lobby.
Thibor let loose a long and profane burst of Romani; the incredibly descriptive and anatomically unlikely phrases were a balm to his battered psyche. He felt
cleaner for it.
"Okay." Thibor rasped. "Is never, ever, running one of Jackie's custom missions ever again. Agreed?"
It was unanimous.
There are times for keeping your game face firmly fixed. When others were looking to you for leadership, you could not let it slip. You had to maintain the
aura of calm, focused control, and by doing so, let it pass like an infection to those around you. When the world around you was descending into utter bat-shit
madness, to the point where the appearance of the Cheshire Cat, Queen of Hearts and Hookah smoking caterpillar would signify a turn towards the comfortably
normal, you had to keep your game face on.
Thibor has a carefully trained game face. Anyone who had spent any time with dogs knew how difficult it was for the canine, or in his case, lupine, face to
conceal emotion. Doggie expressions were so obvious.; happy dog, unhappy dog, sick dog and of course Irish setter. His team looked to him. His team needed him
to be the solid rock on which they would build their attack.
Even now, they were arranged behind him. Waiting for the word.
He has seen the enemies. His team had seen the enemies. He turned to his team.
His game face faltered. Then gave way. The look of shocked horror matching those around him.
As one they turned and fled, tumbling through the portal and back into the bustling Architect Enterprise lobby.
Thibor let loose a long and profane burst of Romani; the incredibly descriptive and anatomically unlikely phrases were a balm to his battered psyche. He felt
cleaner for it.
"Okay." Thibor rasped. "Is never, ever, running one of Jackie's custom missions ever again. Agreed?"
It was unanimous.