eye to eye

Ronin does indeed come (not like that, gutter brains), stepping into the office of the Eye and clicking the door shut behind him. There are still feathers, crimson and threatening to spark into fire running down the back of his neck and flecking along his temples, and he does nothing to get rid of them as he approaches. Sitting in one of the offered seats, he is reminded suddenly of his promise to kill the Eye. Whether or not that still comes to pass is questionable, but... that is not what today is about. Not immediately, anyway. "Nothing at all," he tells the other man, his voice remarkably calm as he leans forward, elbows propped on his knees as he locks eyes with Cian across the desk. "This is about what I can do for you." A ghost of a smile crosses his face. "I'm ready to join the Order, if you would have me. I know the deal. I know the rules and I know the restrictions. While I don't agree with all of them - while I'd like to discuss leeway if and when the situation arises... I think it's time I stopped fucking around here. Don't you?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.