09-25-2013, 08:41 PM
As Éva speaks Hector unhooks his arm from behind his kinswoman's chair and leans forward with his elbows on his knees like that is going to help him pay attention. It appears to. He doesn't murmur to those around him or interrupt or stare off into space the entire time she's talking.
To the contrary: he frowns when she speaks of tunnels and frowns deeper when she speaks of this Mr. Fentress designing both the airport and the building where the urban sept sits. Knits his hands together so both index fingers sit before his lips and nose and sits like this just before Éva spells it out for them.
"Son of a bitch..."
Tamsin can already hear his internal monologue running about as fast as his mouth ever does when he gets excited about something potentially dangerous coming down the pike but those without the luxury of hearing him across a totem spirit's connection only have the same dark stolid cast of his eyes and that frown disappearing as he lets go of his dread.
Once Javed and the other Fosterns have had their turns to speak the Uktena clears his throat.
"I don't wanna fight anyone for the honor," he says, unhooking his hands and sitting back in his chair, "but Celduin's gotten pretty good at sneaking around lower levels. If Desert Oracle wants to see what's going on in the Umbra we can check out what the situation is realmside."
[OOC: Response subject to change pending one of the Fosterns saying NO JAVED THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA.]
To the contrary: he frowns when she speaks of tunnels and frowns deeper when she speaks of this Mr. Fentress designing both the airport and the building where the urban sept sits. Knits his hands together so both index fingers sit before his lips and nose and sits like this just before Éva spells it out for them.
"Son of a bitch..."
Tamsin can already hear his internal monologue running about as fast as his mouth ever does when he gets excited about something potentially dangerous coming down the pike but those without the luxury of hearing him across a totem spirit's connection only have the same dark stolid cast of his eyes and that frown disappearing as he lets go of his dread.
Once Javed and the other Fosterns have had their turns to speak the Uktena clears his throat.
"I don't wanna fight anyone for the honor," he says, unhooking his hands and sitting back in his chair, "but Celduin's gotten pretty good at sneaking around lower levels. If Desert Oracle wants to see what's going on in the Umbra we can check out what the situation is realmside."
[OOC: Response subject to change pending one of the Fosterns saying NO JAVED THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA.]