Arrival of the Hammer of God

[Maleficent]

The queen quietly observed the undercurrent of tension amongst her overseers. There was a lot going unsaid in their words and reactions, and Maleficent let it be. The subtle squabbling was harmless enough, and in some ways she found this gave her a more clear of the relationships among her subordinates.

Frollo's superior attitude was not unexpected. He found anyone beneath his lady beneath him as well. She had expected Turbo to be a little more open with his response to Frollo's disregard of him. However, it was a touch cunning of him to speak loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to be confronted about it with out leading to a scene. Nasira's careful attempt at being professional and not escalating the situation was also well executed.

All in all it was quite interesting and educating.

"I'll be sure to pass your request on to Crow," Maleficent scratched under Diablo's chin again, not acknowledging Frollo's effusive promises of service, "I'll have word sent to you upon our coming plans and strategies. Until then, yes, do make yourself comfortable."

Maleficent turned her smile to the two other overseers, "Do either of you have anything to add before I excuse you? Questions? Comments? Hm?"

[Turbo]

Turbo was keeping Nasira in sight at the corner of his eye. The little racer loved some good gossip and he wouldn’t exactly resist any back-and-forth if she was willing. Though Turbo clearly didn’t know her well, he wasn’t exactly surprised when she refused him much of a reaction. Not while the boss was around. He supposed he understood.

Still, Turbo responded by licking his upper teeth and slowly turning his eyes forward again. He could not have made his lack of regret more clear if he’d written it on his forehead. Tongue lingered at the corner of his mouth as he despawned his cane so he could stick both of his thumbs into the shallow pockets of his race suit. Simultaneously shrugging a shoulder and looking up a Maleficent, he droned;

“Nah. I think I’ve said all I needed to.”

[Nasira]

"I'll be sure to pass your request on to Crow."

Almost questioningly, Nasira stole a glance at the large corvid neatly perched on the head of Maleficent's staff.

"Do either of you have anything to add before I excuse you? Questions? Comments? Hm?"

Nasira found she had nothing pivotal to say that pertained to Maleficent's "general." The latter's unapologetic display of superiority had rubbed the proud occultist the wrong way, and it took an effort of will to hide her vexation. The whole thing was cut and dried and took precedence over any personal feelings, obviously. 

She focused on the big picture. Frollo's arrogance was not unwarranted - not completely. He possessed healing abilities that rivaled Edgar's...methods, and he had proven to be a successful tactician by quashing revolts. If anything, Nasira should feel elated. The Blackblood Legion had just gained a powerful ally. Maleficent always had an eye for what was really important.

"No, your Excellency," she replied evenly after Turbo.

[Claude Frollo]

"Then I shall be on my way." Frollo bowed once more , turned around and walked from the room; to his quarters to prepare for the next time lady Maleficent would need him again.