12-19-2020, 10:03 PM
Jay put a hand to his eyes, shielding the glare of the sun’s sting. For a moment, he wondered about finding a new Stetson, but the idea churned his stomach sour before he realized what he was pondering. Ranching was a life lost now. Strange missing it since he was so miserable at the time.
He wore the Ascendancy’s uniform openly in the street. All gray and black, the chains draped softly against his chest, and the power-formed pendant was fastened in place. He felt eyes slice him up and down as he waited for a cab. Most everyone in view wore business clothes of some degree. None were military, unless the suits were spooks, and given their proximity to the Kremlin, he assumed at least a few were. There was no taking the time to study gait and posture, though. He slipped into the shadow of a cab and issued instructions without further preamble.
The driver was finishing the remnants of a pastry. The smell permeated the otherwise plain vehicle, and only reminded him that he already ate a hearty breakfast. Yet while the driver pulled at a tumbler of coffee, Jay did likewise with a flask. The warmth was almost as good as – what did Nox call it? – the power of the gods.
He might have smirked if it weren’t for the tight set to his jaw. Gods. Maybe Nox. Maybe Ascendancy. But Jay was no god. He barely earned the title of human.
The cab let him off at the described location, and it was only a short walk to find the meet up. He hid the flask in his pocket after one last drink and strolled into view. He had no idea what to expect, other than what the orders relayed.
Show up.
So Jay came.
He wore the Ascendancy’s uniform openly in the street. All gray and black, the chains draped softly against his chest, and the power-formed pendant was fastened in place. He felt eyes slice him up and down as he waited for a cab. Most everyone in view wore business clothes of some degree. None were military, unless the suits were spooks, and given their proximity to the Kremlin, he assumed at least a few were. There was no taking the time to study gait and posture, though. He slipped into the shadow of a cab and issued instructions without further preamble.
The driver was finishing the remnants of a pastry. The smell permeated the otherwise plain vehicle, and only reminded him that he already ate a hearty breakfast. Yet while the driver pulled at a tumbler of coffee, Jay did likewise with a flask. The warmth was almost as good as – what did Nox call it? – the power of the gods.
He might have smirked if it weren’t for the tight set to his jaw. Gods. Maybe Nox. Maybe Ascendancy. But Jay was no god. He barely earned the title of human.
The cab let him off at the described location, and it was only a short walk to find the meet up. He hid the flask in his pocket after one last drink and strolled into view. He had no idea what to expect, other than what the orders relayed.
Show up.
So Jay came.
Only darkness shows you the light.