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The Grey Castle / Re: A sheep among wolves
« Last post by Alexander on October 21, 2017, 02:49:14 PM »Meetings usually consisted of all business and not much else. Or they did that for less united groups. These guys were comfortable in each other's company, trusting each other explicitly and therefore also never getting to official. A fine line ran through the friendly discussion and Alexander commanding something and all of them knew that line well. This human, probably not so much but if she wanted to stay with the Wyr hierarchy and survive among the incredibly superior species(despite the type of Wyr, they were certainly a lot more than mere humans in terms of senses and knowledge of certain areas), she'd have to learn. Alex had a policy of giving everyone a chance whatever their race(heck, he employed elves, dark fae and vampyres once they'd proven themselves to him and the Wyr) but life in Grey Castle was not for everyone.
He watched the woman go through the stages of digesting her situation, felt the subtle changes in her being, listened to the flutter of her heart beat slow as she adjusted to the new surroundings. She was going to be brave. Alex smiled, content as he nodded upon her question, then glancing at Travis.
The military commander hadn't spoken out so far(in presence the strange human, that is) and now that he did, he was revealed to have a pleasantly deep voice and an unmistakeable american accent - Travis Kyle was a migrant from the States. He grunted, moving up again - an injury from a few days back during a skirmish was still healing, a deep and painful gash somewhere on his body, but he wouldn't let it hold him back overmuch - and started speaking:"Since McKenzie is of the business side and Jitters here needs to make a statement, let's talk about the Ryder Oil situation."
Jitters wasn't his name and surprising everyone in the room, Carl gave a displeased snarl at the nickname as his normally blue eyes flashed gold briefly. Travis' grim face lit up for a fraction of a second at the reaction, his amusement bringing some possibly much-needed relief to his otherwise intense and unyielding demeanor. The moment passed quickly though and, dismissing the occurrence, Travis continued.
"The attacks on our reps and those of other companies trying to scavenge Ryder. All of them have been getting attacked and bullied by what we think is a rogue faction of the Wyr." His voice dropped there and he almost muttered an afterthought to what he had just said:"... if we're lucky."
Ryder Oil was a company that's glory days were well in the past, having owned several oil platforms in the US and Russian territory in addition to coal mines in various parts of Europe. By now, as the world was beginning to shift its focus to more sustainable fuels, Ryder had fallen on hard times and was on the verge of collapsing. Alexander had had Mara sniff around to see if they could acquire the company in order to possibly change its direction in the Wyr control to a more environmentally sound strategy. It required for a careful approach, being more aggressive but also diplomatic in their efforts and keeping the competitors away. While Ryder wasn't officially bancrupt yet, the vultures were indeed circling already.
"Last week one of Mara's people was followed and threatened by what he described as "definitely Wyr but not sure what kind" and "Not one of ours"," Travis recited the report from the business assistant from memory since it was something he had studied extensively. Any attack at any Wyr or associate of theirs, ground his nerves and coaxed a reaction from him that was both fierce and immediate. He was the protector of these people, he was going to get to the bottom of this, smash these rogues and then move on with all of their lives.
"It's a good thing Matthew isn't a pushover," Carl interjected with a small smile, clearly knowing the business assistant mentioned. "But if it would have been, say Miss McKenzie here, she might have been seriously hurt. Or worse..." He shot a side-glance at Cora, actual concern on his face. It truly was as the rumours said: Once you were with the Wyr, they made no distinction between you and them. And none of them were happy about one of theirs being harmed.
"We just won't have the non-Wyr employees work on this and add some security detail," Travis suggested though it sounded awfully like he'd decided to do this already.
This is where Alexander spoke up, having listened to the discussion in silence. He was well aware of all the details just like Travis but he approached the matter completely differently. "The other companies that are mainly humans," he said, emphasizing the race with a slight tilt of his voice and a tap on the table in front of him, "do not have this luxury. Sure, they could get security of their own but if the adversary is Wyr and there are many of them, we know they won't be able to fend off the attackers..." As Alex trailed off there, Carl continued the line of thought with dread in his voice:"And as they are Wyr, the humans will blame us for this... Shit."
Alexander looked behind Cora where just out of her line of sight, something shifted and with a soft thud, a pair of feet stepped on the floor. Not paws, just two bare feet. Then a cup of coffee was placed in front of Cora as a tattooed arm slid between Carl and the woman. "Coffee?" The young man had a warm, almost sleepy voice and his messy hair fell on his face as he spent a few seconds more leaned in before retracting and walking around the table. It was a tall lanky male, adorned by tattoos, naked and absolutely comfortable with the fact. The others barely reacted, Carl mumbled something under his breath in a choked voice.
He watched the woman go through the stages of digesting her situation, felt the subtle changes in her being, listened to the flutter of her heart beat slow as she adjusted to the new surroundings. She was going to be brave. Alex smiled, content as he nodded upon her question, then glancing at Travis.
The military commander hadn't spoken out so far(in presence the strange human, that is) and now that he did, he was revealed to have a pleasantly deep voice and an unmistakeable american accent - Travis Kyle was a migrant from the States. He grunted, moving up again - an injury from a few days back during a skirmish was still healing, a deep and painful gash somewhere on his body, but he wouldn't let it hold him back overmuch - and started speaking:"Since McKenzie is of the business side and Jitters here needs to make a statement, let's talk about the Ryder Oil situation."
Jitters wasn't his name and surprising everyone in the room, Carl gave a displeased snarl at the nickname as his normally blue eyes flashed gold briefly. Travis' grim face lit up for a fraction of a second at the reaction, his amusement bringing some possibly much-needed relief to his otherwise intense and unyielding demeanor. The moment passed quickly though and, dismissing the occurrence, Travis continued.
"The attacks on our reps and those of other companies trying to scavenge Ryder. All of them have been getting attacked and bullied by what we think is a rogue faction of the Wyr." His voice dropped there and he almost muttered an afterthought to what he had just said:"... if we're lucky."
Ryder Oil was a company that's glory days were well in the past, having owned several oil platforms in the US and Russian territory in addition to coal mines in various parts of Europe. By now, as the world was beginning to shift its focus to more sustainable fuels, Ryder had fallen on hard times and was on the verge of collapsing. Alexander had had Mara sniff around to see if they could acquire the company in order to possibly change its direction in the Wyr control to a more environmentally sound strategy. It required for a careful approach, being more aggressive but also diplomatic in their efforts and keeping the competitors away. While Ryder wasn't officially bancrupt yet, the vultures were indeed circling already.
"Last week one of Mara's people was followed and threatened by what he described as "definitely Wyr but not sure what kind" and "Not one of ours"," Travis recited the report from the business assistant from memory since it was something he had studied extensively. Any attack at any Wyr or associate of theirs, ground his nerves and coaxed a reaction from him that was both fierce and immediate. He was the protector of these people, he was going to get to the bottom of this, smash these rogues and then move on with all of their lives.
"It's a good thing Matthew isn't a pushover," Carl interjected with a small smile, clearly knowing the business assistant mentioned. "But if it would have been, say Miss McKenzie here, she might have been seriously hurt. Or worse..." He shot a side-glance at Cora, actual concern on his face. It truly was as the rumours said: Once you were with the Wyr, they made no distinction between you and them. And none of them were happy about one of theirs being harmed.
"We just won't have the non-Wyr employees work on this and add some security detail," Travis suggested though it sounded awfully like he'd decided to do this already.
This is where Alexander spoke up, having listened to the discussion in silence. He was well aware of all the details just like Travis but he approached the matter completely differently. "The other companies that are mainly humans," he said, emphasizing the race with a slight tilt of his voice and a tap on the table in front of him, "do not have this luxury. Sure, they could get security of their own but if the adversary is Wyr and there are many of them, we know they won't be able to fend off the attackers..." As Alex trailed off there, Carl continued the line of thought with dread in his voice:"And as they are Wyr, the humans will blame us for this... Shit."
Alexander looked behind Cora where just out of her line of sight, something shifted and with a soft thud, a pair of feet stepped on the floor. Not paws, just two bare feet. Then a cup of coffee was placed in front of Cora as a tattooed arm slid between Carl and the woman. "Coffee?" The young man had a warm, almost sleepy voice and his messy hair fell on his face as he spent a few seconds more leaned in before retracting and walking around the table. It was a tall lanky male, adorned by tattoos, naked and absolutely comfortable with the fact. The others barely reacted, Carl mumbled something under his breath in a choked voice.