10-01-2025, 06:04 PM
Giovanni’s lips curved up in a smile at the reaction to his touch. He hadn’t touch Zholdin because he was interested in him. Lust wasn’t involved. Giovanni didn’t care about such things. He had simply wanted to see a reaction. Zholdin himself hadn’t responded much to it, with the exception of a quip, but his crew’s response had been quite amusing. Giovanni had wanted to put the gang leader on edge, but the man was stoic, keeping control of himself. That would be helpful should he prove to be able to wield the god powers.
Giovanni’s face turned to Gyrm as Zholdin continued establishing his dick size. The woman stood, nervousness in her posture. There was a tension there. She wanted to act. Giovanni was sure of that, but she couldn’t - not here. A lioness she may be, but she was surrounded by predators. Giovanni supposed he could understand her frustration. After all, he was the exact reason why her order hunted those like him. He gave her a knowing smile.
Giovanni turned back to Zholdin. ”I would expect no less,” his comment marked with an anticipatory grin. The man wanted to light the match, and Giovanni was happy to oblige, but first he wanted to see if the match would take before he poured some gasoline on the situation.
Giovanni began to remove his coat, revealing a simple grey t-shirt underneath. ”Wielding the power is all about control. It’s there within - a well of power, but it’s not stagnant. It’s furious - a volcano waiting to erupt. To weld the power you must contain it and wrestle it into your control. You control it - not the other way around, and it will fight you for it. You must not run from it and you must not kneel to it,” he said with a smirk. Remember that.”
It was one of the few times in recent memory that Giovanni had been sincere. Gregorovich wasn’t his enemy…yet. Giovanni had no real desire to kill him even though he’d be willing. Hell, he has the potential to be an ally.
Grym was still there, disapproving of the whole ordeal. Strangely, Giovanni didn’t think her an enemy either, despite the fact that she likely wanted to put a bullet through his skull. ”You will not interfere.” He turned to the gopniks. ”And neither will you.” They didn’t seem happy about that.
It was said without emotion and the timbre of command. It was a simple matter of fact statement. Even now he felt his power coursing through him, ready to intervene should they try. He allowed some of his power to come out, and a crackling electric sound came from blue lightning that danced amongst his fingers.
”Lets light the match,” Giovanni said, beginning his approach towards Zholdin.
Giovanni’s face turned to Gyrm as Zholdin continued establishing his dick size. The woman stood, nervousness in her posture. There was a tension there. She wanted to act. Giovanni was sure of that, but she couldn’t - not here. A lioness she may be, but she was surrounded by predators. Giovanni supposed he could understand her frustration. After all, he was the exact reason why her order hunted those like him. He gave her a knowing smile.
Giovanni turned back to Zholdin. ”I would expect no less,” his comment marked with an anticipatory grin. The man wanted to light the match, and Giovanni was happy to oblige, but first he wanted to see if the match would take before he poured some gasoline on the situation.
Giovanni began to remove his coat, revealing a simple grey t-shirt underneath. ”Wielding the power is all about control. It’s there within - a well of power, but it’s not stagnant. It’s furious - a volcano waiting to erupt. To weld the power you must contain it and wrestle it into your control. You control it - not the other way around, and it will fight you for it. You must not run from it and you must not kneel to it,” he said with a smirk. Remember that.”
It was one of the few times in recent memory that Giovanni had been sincere. Gregorovich wasn’t his enemy…yet. Giovanni had no real desire to kill him even though he’d be willing. Hell, he has the potential to be an ally.
Grym was still there, disapproving of the whole ordeal. Strangely, Giovanni didn’t think her an enemy either, despite the fact that she likely wanted to put a bullet through his skull. ”You will not interfere.” He turned to the gopniks. ”And neither will you.” They didn’t seem happy about that.
It was said without emotion and the timbre of command. It was a simple matter of fact statement. Even now he felt his power coursing through him, ready to intervene should they try. He allowed some of his power to come out, and a crackling electric sound came from blue lightning that danced amongst his fingers.
”Lets light the match,” Giovanni said, beginning his approach towards Zholdin.