07-16-2020, 03:23 PM
The boy had nerve, he'd give him that. Who thought they could talk to the Ascendancy like that? He did apparently. But what was more intriguing is that he didn't fear any wrath from the man. Allan couldn't help but look between the two men waiting to see what would transpire between them. Surely two bulls in the china shop were going to make a mess. And Allan was not powerful enough to stop either. Not that he knew how strong Nox was, he didn't appear to use any while he wove the light.
His theories were interesting, and obviously worked as the light only went to the ground. Allan studied the weave, but wished it had been a bit slower but perhaps that was intentional. No one liked giving away their secrets to potential enemies. Though Allan wasn't sure Nox thought they were enemies. Maybe it was just practice?
Which made Allan wonder, how often did he practice? They had their hours of training, but he was not military, he wasn't even part of some thing anymore. Why work so hard for something you didn't get paid to do? The boy was still an enigma.
The doctor worked and the sleeve of Nox's shirt was interfering with the view, but he worked around it until Nox pulled it off over his head. "I said I wasn't shy." Allan's eyes went wide, he was in great shape - much like the others here. Sights to admire, but he wasn't military, it wasn't required. He had to be a health nut of some sort. There were three long scars across his chest and countless other marks. Dangers of his trade? But monsters? Allan doubted the boy's true motivations - he was Atharim. They hunted people like him. No one could steer clear of their teaching completely. And he knew enough about monsters, why not take down the human like monsters too? Allan was torn between liking Nox and hating him completely on principle.
His theories were interesting, and obviously worked as the light only went to the ground. Allan studied the weave, but wished it had been a bit slower but perhaps that was intentional. No one liked giving away their secrets to potential enemies. Though Allan wasn't sure Nox thought they were enemies. Maybe it was just practice?
Which made Allan wonder, how often did he practice? They had their hours of training, but he was not military, he wasn't even part of some thing anymore. Why work so hard for something you didn't get paid to do? The boy was still an enigma.
The doctor worked and the sleeve of Nox's shirt was interfering with the view, but he worked around it until Nox pulled it off over his head. "I said I wasn't shy." Allan's eyes went wide, he was in great shape - much like the others here. Sights to admire, but he wasn't military, it wasn't required. He had to be a health nut of some sort. There were three long scars across his chest and countless other marks. Dangers of his trade? But monsters? Allan doubted the boy's true motivations - he was Atharim. They hunted people like him. No one could steer clear of their teaching completely. And he knew enough about monsters, why not take down the human like monsters too? Allan was torn between liking Nox and hating him completely on principle.