Post by Erek Blackmore on Aug 24, 2017 21:14:59 GMT -5
Erek glanced toward Janet as the woman commented on his, "excellent work", he supposed he shouldn't be surprised the marriage was loveless-- releasing a breath in a sigh, he would simply nod his head in understanding before his gaze turned toward Martin as the boy began to quickly analyze the power that Erek had appeared to hold. He watched the boy immediately delve into trying to figure out his new ability-- watching as he bit into his thumb, before Erek would simply release a brief amount of reiatsu, flowing from his body in streams of smoke-- if Martin wanted to jump right into the analyzation that was perfectly fine, it wasn't like it would take much time for him. He eyed the wound, however, as it quickly mended and sealed-- the power would appear to have some sort of limitation.
"I'll test it in more detail on the head of the Clan, I suppose," he stated bluntly before he would focus on them both-- his expression calm and serious.
"I have a serious question, and offer, for both of you." As he stated this, he would raise his new hand, noting the lack of scars with light bemusement before he would focus on them both. "I'm going to take the clan over. Everything is likely going to change-- the positions will remain, we'll keep our hands in money and funds, but I'm removing all this wasted space. I'll make this offer to every Blackmore, but it seems fitting you both get it before anyone else." His hand slowly clenched, and a slow, wolf-like grin spread over his lips, his sharp features making it all the more bestial.
"You can remain in the clan, and retain your grips on your clan property, claims, and status-- but I will put you through hell. I won't allow anyone in this clan to hold status that cannot back up their standing. I'm going to bring back strength to this clan-- and that means you'll be put through a lot of suffering, I will take the money beyond what you need to live-- and if it takes years, I will make you strong. On the other hand, I hold nothing against you if you refuse. You're free to take the money you're legally required to have-- and walk out the door, leaving your status in this clan behind. I leave the decision to both of you-- and you don't have to answer now. After all-- I'm not the head just yet." Shrugging slightly, he would tuck his hands behind his back, just in case they did have an immediate answer.
He wasn't pressuring them-- it wasn't a light decision to make. He was pretty sure he'd call in Nat for a favor to come and help him train them all into shape, in fact. If this cut the Clan's population in half-- so be it. It didn't concern him, weed out the weak, train the strong, and bring the clan back from the precipice of self-inflicted destruction that it was currently resting on. That was his goal, and he had no desire to allow it to fail. He had decided to take responsibility for this mess, and with that responsibility came the goal to pour everything he was into it-- he wouldn't allow them to join the Order, not until they had moved past their insecurities and weakness.
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"I'll test it in more detail on the head of the Clan, I suppose," he stated bluntly before he would focus on them both-- his expression calm and serious.
"I have a serious question, and offer, for both of you." As he stated this, he would raise his new hand, noting the lack of scars with light bemusement before he would focus on them both. "I'm going to take the clan over. Everything is likely going to change-- the positions will remain, we'll keep our hands in money and funds, but I'm removing all this wasted space. I'll make this offer to every Blackmore, but it seems fitting you both get it before anyone else." His hand slowly clenched, and a slow, wolf-like grin spread over his lips, his sharp features making it all the more bestial.
"You can remain in the clan, and retain your grips on your clan property, claims, and status-- but I will put you through hell. I won't allow anyone in this clan to hold status that cannot back up their standing. I'm going to bring back strength to this clan-- and that means you'll be put through a lot of suffering, I will take the money beyond what you need to live-- and if it takes years, I will make you strong. On the other hand, I hold nothing against you if you refuse. You're free to take the money you're legally required to have-- and walk out the door, leaving your status in this clan behind. I leave the decision to both of you-- and you don't have to answer now. After all-- I'm not the head just yet." Shrugging slightly, he would tuck his hands behind his back, just in case they did have an immediate answer.
He wasn't pressuring them-- it wasn't a light decision to make. He was pretty sure he'd call in Nat for a favor to come and help him train them all into shape, in fact. If this cut the Clan's population in half-- so be it. It didn't concern him, weed out the weak, train the strong, and bring the clan back from the precipice of self-inflicted destruction that it was currently resting on. That was his goal, and he had no desire to allow it to fail. He had decided to take responsibility for this mess, and with that responsibility came the goal to pour everything he was into it-- he wouldn't allow them to join the Order, not until they had moved past their insecurities and weakness.
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