Jun 13, 2008 12:46
Boris stands to one side of the room, his arms crossed on his chest, his feet at shoulder width, and his expression one of studied neutrality. It is obvious to anyone that has known him for any period that he is watching the scene in both physical and supernal terms, carefully monitoring things to step in and counteracts anything that would damage the Veil.
As Hollywood works and Boris' eyes track what is being done, anyone watching him will see a narrow line grow between his eyebrows as his eyes narrow. It is obvious he is less than pleased with something, but whether it's the working before him or that which necessitated it, it is impossible to tell.
When the act is done and Hollywood collapses from the backlash of his working, Boris continues to stand, an impassive figure in the corner. If anyone was looking for a reason to damn him as they do all Guardians, his complete lack of compassion when his eyes move over the mortally injured Hollywood would be more than enough.
He does not, however, interfere as arrangements are made to rush him to a hospital. Instead, he moves over closer to Keri, his demeanor almost that of a stoic guardian stone over this member of his Order.
boris,
hollywood,
keri