That question... Should he tell Zanuff about his strained relationship with the vampire and his fiance? The blinking pain behind his eyes that sprung up at the very notion of doing so told him no. It was horrible enough to attempt having Bella listen to him, regardless of whether or not she was a good person. It was horrible enough having Edward listen to him, who, despite all his loyalty, could never be counted on when the woman he adored was still on the chessboard. It was simple to say they had garnered enough of his respect for him to not disdain the two of them, but he couldn't imagine the lengths of insanity they'd drive him to with Zanuff in tow. God only knew what he'd end up encouraging them to do...
The thought visibly creased the line of mouth into a deeper frown. He shook his head to himself to clear it away. "An acquaintance of mine stumbled upon the location of the man on the radio," came the Guild Head's vague explanation, his voice somewhat distant from watching his partner leap onto a six-foot tall wall with zero effort. He still couldn't find it in himself to be impressed. "As Landel is working with that same man, it only makes sense for the two of them to be in the same place." If he hadn't fled by now. He always had to keep that in mind.
With Zanuff having landed safely onto the barricade's surface, Venom made quick work of following. Though he was never one for gaining enough height as the presidential hopeful through sheer strength, there were other means: mainly by placing the bumper of his cue to the ground and putting his weight on the tip to pull it down. When enough force had been gathered and, with the help of his Magic, it was only a matter of leaping upward and using the force of the straightening cue to spring up and onto the wall. It may have been an interesting show of abilities to his company if he hadn't implemented that same method to kick him in the face when they'd met.
He was going to insist that Zanuff deserved it.
"All right." Beating that mess of a man was an easy sentiment to agree to. With a nod, Venom leaped down to the other side.
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The thought visibly creased the line of mouth into a deeper frown. He shook his head to himself to clear it away. "An acquaintance of mine stumbled upon the location of the man on the radio," came the Guild Head's vague explanation, his voice somewhat distant from watching his partner leap onto a six-foot tall wall with zero effort. He still couldn't find it in himself to be impressed. "As Landel is working with that same man, it only makes sense for the two of them to be in the same place." If he hadn't fled by now. He always had to keep that in mind.
With Zanuff having landed safely onto the barricade's surface, Venom made quick work of following. Though he was never one for gaining enough height as the presidential hopeful through sheer strength, there were other means: mainly by placing the bumper of his cue to the ground and putting his weight on the tip to pull it down. When enough force had been gathered and, with the help of his Magic, it was only a matter of leaping upward and using the force of the straightening cue to spring up and onto the wall. It may have been an interesting show of abilities to his company if he hadn't implemented that same method to kick him in the face when they'd met.
He was going to insist that Zanuff deserved it.
"All right." Beating that mess of a man was an easy sentiment to agree to. With a nod, Venom leaped down to the other side.
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