[ The look up from his page—only printed with this man's name and former rank, so far—lacks much in the way of tolerance. This territory is a little beyond annoyed, landing somewhere colder. It is, he thinks, a simple question, and while he may land on the conclusion that perhaps Mobius has a past to be ashamed of, and while he does not dismiss it out of hand, instinct (and a history of looking after children and teenagers who equally do not wish to be where they are) says that he is only attempting to aggravate.
Marcus turns his pen between his fingers. ]
It's relevant because we have good cause not to trust those of like affiliations who refuse to declare them, as the last person who did carried out a long and effective campaign of sabotage against us. It's relevant [ he sits back in his chair, a little ] because we require a better image of what influences the Chantry and the Order might exert themselves on our company, and as long as you're interested in inserting yourself in affairs such as our appearance in Cumberland, I don't care how remote you feel your past may be. It's relevant because I say it is.
Now, I will be asking you of your Circle, your former superiors and close colleagues, any contacts you may continue to have within the Order or the Chantry, and the events that led you to breaking from the Order, that led you to Riftwatch.
[ He picks up his cigarette, tapping away the ash that's collected there as it smoulders. ]
Are you going to comply with that line of questioning, and any questions that may occur as we continue?
[ It is not a challenge, the way he says it, different to the lash in his tone a moment ago. It's a question that wants an answer, ready for whatever it might be. ]
[The very objective and unprejudiced and impartial recently Templar-napped mage who was very, very clear on his position of Fight Anyone Who Disagrees back at Cumberland. If he says.
Mobius counts off answers on his fingers:] None of your business, none of your business and none of your business, no one and no one [an actual answer? gasp], and definitely no business of yours. If you want to know what led me here, I imagine 'the Maker told me to' isn't an answer that'll fly.
[But that is...also not really a lie. If ever there was a sign from something divine what he needed to do and where he needed to go, griffons above Starkhaven was it.]
Isn't sniffing out liars and traitors something more suited to a spymaster?
[ And he crushes out his nearly spent cigarette, applying pen to ink and then to paper. A few things are written down in the relative silence of metal scratching paper. Mobius would probably have to lean to see what they are.
Marcus doesn't wait to be finished, nor look up, before he says, ]
[That's all? Not even a threat of punishment? That's almost disappointing. Almost. Will there be consequences at all, he wonders, or was this all just a passing fancy Marcus had that the Commander allowed him to indulge?
Mobius doesn't hesitate. He's up the moment it's indicated.]
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no subject
Marcus turns his pen between his fingers. ]
It's relevant because we have good cause not to trust those of like affiliations who refuse to declare them, as the last person who did carried out a long and effective campaign of sabotage against us. It's relevant [ he sits back in his chair, a little ] because we require a better image of what influences the Chantry and the Order might exert themselves on our company, and as long as you're interested in inserting yourself in affairs such as our appearance in Cumberland, I don't care how remote you feel your past may be. It's relevant because I say it is.
Now, I will be asking you of your Circle, your former superiors and close colleagues, any contacts you may continue to have within the Order or the Chantry, and the events that led you to breaking from the Order, that led you to Riftwatch.
[ He picks up his cigarette, tapping away the ash that's collected there as it smoulders. ]
Are you going to comply with that line of questioning, and any questions that may occur as we continue?
[ It is not a challenge, the way he says it, different to the lash in his tone a moment ago. It's a question that wants an answer, ready for whatever it might be. ]
no subject
[The very objective and unprejudiced and impartial recently Templar-napped mage who was very, very clear on his position of Fight Anyone Who Disagrees back at Cumberland. If he says.
Mobius counts off answers on his fingers:] None of your business, none of your business and none of your business, no one and no one [an actual answer? gasp], and definitely no business of yours. If you want to know what led me here, I imagine 'the Maker told me to' isn't an answer that'll fly.
[But that is...also not really a lie. If ever there was a sign from something divine what he needed to do and where he needed to go, griffons above Starkhaven was it.]
Isn't sniffing out liars and traitors something more suited to a spymaster?
no subject
I'm sure she has her methods.
[ And he crushes out his nearly spent cigarette, applying pen to ink and then to paper. A few things are written down in the relative silence of metal scratching paper. Mobius would probably have to lean to see what they are.
Marcus doesn't wait to be finished, nor look up, before he says, ]
You can go.
no subject
Mobius doesn't hesitate. He's up the moment it's indicated.]
Messere.
[Aaaaand he's outie 3000 bye]