Snippet #2378299

|LUTHER ROTHENBURG|

No sooner had his creation collapsed, by his own hand of course, that another voice addressed him. Now that he was calm again, he resumed his normal stoic behavior and was not affected by another’s presence. He heard the woman approach and did not turn to look at her as she spoke.

"Goodness me... somebody had a little temper tantrum, hm?". Luther could identify the voice straight way. Of course, it was “her”. Ruukia Hanabi, she enjoyed teasing people, got her kicks from it or something. Her voice was mocking. Luther could almost sense her smiling at him, maybe with a slight smirk. "Does somebody need a hug...?"

He calculated his response, weighing out the odds of what would ensue from different reactions. He was not one to lose his temper easily. Some particular new recruits just irritated him. However, he was a strong man, able to control himself. He made a nod of greeting in Ruukia’s direction, but didn’t look at the woman. Why should he, he had a job to do. He didn’t need distractions.

At this moment another approached them. Luther’s eyes flashed to the newcomer for a moment. “Some people just don’t learn even when a hurtling body comes screaming over them.” . Luther rolled his eyes, and dropped his gaze again. He wondered if he should continue practicing or go check up on some new recruits. Some of them couldn’t be left alone, they were so foolish. He knew there were some that ran off to Project 21, and would pay for it in some way or another. Foolish recruits.

“Cethin” Luther said simply, acknowledging the man by name. He watched as the dark haired taller man, had practically danced over to them. Luther did not understand this particular assassin’s methods precisely. However, he was not really that ill hearted with him. Luther outranked him, so… so what if Ceth was taller. Ceth made a move as if to belittle Luther, but then seemed to second guess himself and skipped away. Luther “humphed” quietly. Ceth knew better than to mess with him. He had his reputation from the new recruits he consistently threw into the air or practised his alchemy on in other ways.

It was not a surprise that Cethin would know this as well. People learned quickly to obey him and not play with him. Testing Luther’s patience, regardless of your rank, could get you maimed or injured. So, Luther had quickly earned the respect he desired from his peers. He began to raise his hands again. “You all should get back to your training, and I as well. . He spoke quietly, but his voice was the type that demanded attention. No one failed orders, especially knowing what he was really capable of, and throwing a few soldiers would look like child’s play compared to it.

He gazed over the group gathered around him, what was he popular today or something? Another person had joined them. He hadn’t missed it when she showed, being a hunter, he was always completely aware of his surroundings. It was the “cleaner”, one of their best anyways. He made another nod in her direction. “Morgan!” Luther’s commanding and monotone-ish voice changed slightly. ”What are the numbers from today’s cleaning mission?” He asked interested, and hoping that they had increased. He really hated those children. The little rats of Project 21.