03-02-2023, 08:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-02-2023, 08:13 PM by Jaxen Marveet.)
The Ancient Power danced around the stage like little fuck-you’s to all the Atharim in the crowd. Nox wasn’t the kind of bloke to dangle lies like strings for kittens, so it was probably true. Although there was a distinct possibility the guy was just flat wrong, but Jaxen had seen him work his little magical ways on Atharim before. Buried one in an alley. He was probably right.
The show was pretty entertaining. Jaxen barked a few laughs. The rumble between Zeus and Hades almost made him give up the search. Except for the buzz in his pocket. Give it to Oriena to tickle his balls.
“Standing around looking pretty is one of the things I’m best at.” He slipped the wallet back in his pocket and watched the audience watching Nox.
Now there was no way to tell who they were of course. The snake tattoo was a decent tell, but hell even Jaxen had a snake tattoo and he sure as shit wasn’t an Atharim. Snake skeleton. Everything else was just hints and instinct.
While the second act got themselves ready, Jaxen leaned against the wall and summoned a bit of the Ancient Power for himself. Shouldn’t draw much attention from Nox. He was busy anyway. A little ball of light, no more than what might come from a Wallet, danced between his fingers. It waggled like a coin he used to use to practice pick pocketing. Then he pushed off from the wall and started walking the aisles. Faces roaming for a very specific kind of reaction. Which was probably why he accidentally kicked a wheel sticking out.
He stumbled, but caught his feet like he’d done a little tip-toe move more fitting for the stage up there. The little ball of light snuffed out around the closure of his palm, and he followed the line of his feet back to the offending object in the path.
It was the hub of a wheel of a woman in a wheelchair. It was probably his first time kicking a handicap person, but suppose there was a first time for everything.
“Sorry about that. You alright?” he smiled the kind of smile that disarmed most women. The kind that lit up those round puppy dog eyes with a promise to play.
The show was pretty entertaining. Jaxen barked a few laughs. The rumble between Zeus and Hades almost made him give up the search. Except for the buzz in his pocket. Give it to Oriena to tickle his balls.
“Standing around looking pretty is one of the things I’m best at.” He slipped the wallet back in his pocket and watched the audience watching Nox.
Now there was no way to tell who they were of course. The snake tattoo was a decent tell, but hell even Jaxen had a snake tattoo and he sure as shit wasn’t an Atharim. Snake skeleton. Everything else was just hints and instinct.
While the second act got themselves ready, Jaxen leaned against the wall and summoned a bit of the Ancient Power for himself. Shouldn’t draw much attention from Nox. He was busy anyway. A little ball of light, no more than what might come from a Wallet, danced between his fingers. It waggled like a coin he used to use to practice pick pocketing. Then he pushed off from the wall and started walking the aisles. Faces roaming for a very specific kind of reaction. Which was probably why he accidentally kicked a wheel sticking out.
He stumbled, but caught his feet like he’d done a little tip-toe move more fitting for the stage up there. The little ball of light snuffed out around the closure of his palm, and he followed the line of his feet back to the offending object in the path.
It was the hub of a wheel of a woman in a wheelchair. It was probably his first time kicking a handicap person, but suppose there was a first time for everything.
“Sorry about that. You alright?” he smiled the kind of smile that disarmed most women. The kind that lit up those round puppy dog eyes with a promise to play.