Ienzo took a moment to think about it. How best to describe Vexen to someone who had never met him? There really was no point in sugar-coating the truth, he supposed. Vexen wasn't a bad person, but it was a little difficult to describe him without bringing up his faults.
"Anything but a poor soul," he started, not having to try hard to imagine how unhappy he would look at being called such. "He's proud, short tempered and cantankerous."
As for his negative traits... he didn't say, instead sipping the last cold dregs of his tea and smiling wryly.
He thought about what else he should say. He doesn't suffer fools gladly? He can't bear to be undermined by somebody he deems inferior and he's very taken with the concept of hierarchies, but only when he's at or near the top..? No. It was all true, of course, but none of it was worth mentioning. Not really.
Ienzo shook his head, looking at Nel through his fringe. "He's a scientist and he takes his work very seriously. He won't be easy to prise out of Daguerreo, not with all of that information there, but the draw of a library and possible lab space elsewhere should be an attractive prospect... and he's proud enough that flattery might help."
Which sounded ridiculous, but what else was he supposed to say?
He glanced around. He was relatively confident that he would be able to catch the scent of Marluxia and Lumi's chakra before they got close enough to overhear, but he wasn't one hundred percent sure. Not with this much Mist saturating the air.
"He doesn't know Lumi as far as I know, but he has no love for Marluxia." He said just about managing to keep the tension from his face. "The two, to put it very mildly, were enemies. The only person he hates more than him is the red-haired man that Ulquiorra fought. That fact is our greatest asset."
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"Anything but a poor soul," he started, not having to try hard to imagine how unhappy he would look at being called such. "He's proud, short tempered and cantankerous."
As for his negative traits... he didn't say, instead sipping the last cold dregs of his tea and smiling wryly.
He thought about what else he should say. He doesn't suffer fools gladly? He can't bear to be undermined by somebody he deems inferior and he's very taken with the concept of hierarchies, but only when he's at or near the top..? No. It was all true, of course, but none of it was worth mentioning. Not really.
Ienzo shook his head, looking at Nel through his fringe. "He's a scientist and he takes his work very seriously. He won't be easy to prise out of Daguerreo, not with all of that information there, but the draw of a library and possible lab space elsewhere should be an attractive prospect... and he's proud enough that flattery might help."
Which sounded ridiculous, but what else was he supposed to say?
He glanced around. He was relatively confident that he would be able to catch the scent of Marluxia and Lumi's chakra before they got close enough to overhear, but he wasn't one hundred percent sure. Not with this much Mist saturating the air.
"He doesn't know Lumi as far as I know, but he has no love for Marluxia." He said just about managing to keep the tension from his face. "The two, to put it very mildly, were enemies. The only person he hates more than him is the red-haired man that Ulquiorra fought. That fact is our greatest asset."