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.
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.