[This isn't the kind of assignment he enjoys. Boredom sings loud through his bones and makes him restless, antsy, a bad combination for something like him, but he's keeping it together, well enough. Has to, with his monumental failure still hanging heavy over him, the level to which he's watched and managed by Handlers having yet further increased in the wake of the riots, his brief slipping of the leash and the resultant third party capture. His mood, it isn't good.
But all the sitting around and waiting and listening in for potential hostility at an event that's supposed to be geared towards peace is something those above him know has to be carefully balanced, not allowing him to become too fractious for fear of the kind of slips the Dogs are prone to. And as such Sui Feng gives him tasks to complete and orders to adhere to every hour or so to ensure that the boredom in him doesn't have the chance to become problematic (and, also, more than likely, just to get him out from under her feet).
Which is what he's doing right now. Yet another security sweep of the residential area (he's not permitted, of course, to enter the main conference areas-- it wouldn't do to have a creature iconic of violence clearly visible at a peace summit). He's dressed more discreetly than usual, still in Company attire but with a high collared jacket obscuring the semicircular band of metal bolted into his neck, guns carefully concealed. His appointed Handler isn't too far off, but for the moment he's walking this particular corridor alone, when he catches the familiar scent of expensive hair products (his nose twitches, just a little) with the faint overlay of ice cream.
He turns, then. Flashes a smile just as Rhys turns the corner.]
6B - let me know if I need to change anything!
But all the sitting around and waiting and listening in for potential hostility at an event that's supposed to be geared towards peace is something those above him know has to be carefully balanced, not allowing him to become too fractious for fear of the kind of slips the Dogs are prone to. And as such Sui Feng gives him tasks to complete and orders to adhere to every hour or so to ensure that the boredom in him doesn't have the chance to become problematic (and, also, more than likely, just to get him out from under her feet).
Which is what he's doing right now. Yet another security sweep of the residential area (he's not permitted, of course, to enter the main conference areas-- it wouldn't do to have a creature iconic of violence clearly visible at a peace summit). He's dressed more discreetly than usual, still in Company attire but with a high collared jacket obscuring the semicircular band of metal bolted into his neck, guns carefully concealed. His appointed Handler isn't too far off, but for the moment he's walking this particular corridor alone, when he catches the familiar scent of expensive hair products (his nose twitches, just a little) with the faint overlay of ice cream.
He turns, then. Flashes a smile just as Rhys turns the corner.]
Mr Kendry.