06-05-2018, 03:20 PM
"He's laid the cards on the table."
Jaxen mused to himself and passed a side-glance at his company. For as disgusted with bureaucracy, Oriena analyzed the players in the game better than he expected. Perhaps better than himself, at that. Jaxen never cared enough to bother with such analyses.
He tapped the stem of his glass thoughtfully and watched the players roam, himself. "Why put them in a uniform though? The safer bet would be to keep them undercover and hide themselves until the necessary time presented itself. Diluting the target? Distract from focusing on Ascendancy himself? Showing off his hammers? He's playing the showman's card over the safety card. Eventually, this house of cards will collapse on itself. So which ant hill do we kick first?"
His smirk lit his eyes with the gleam of mischief.
Scion Marveet
PPC
Meanwhile, Scion Marveet danced between the pieces on the chess board like a master. His ambitions toward claiming a seat on the Sphere was well-known. Yet he did nothing to overtly undermine the current members. It was poor form to cut down those who would be your future peers. Like jumping into a pit of rattlesnakes only to realize there were vipers in the shadows.
His heavy brows lifted upon the tug of curiosity himself when the newly arrived officers of the Ascendancy revealed themselves. He easily snapped a picture of one and sending it for his assistant for investigation revealed the hand of the ascendants that took out Theo Andlain. The fires of that madman were snuffed by Michael Vellas and his so-called ascendants. Channelers, all of them. If one appeared in uniform, the others likely were as well.
Scion concluded his conversation with those in his circle, only for his eyes to narrow when a pair of these dark-robed channelers presented themselves to his line of sight. The first, a dark-haired man was scanning their surroundings, but the second, lighter-haired and light-eyed, was fixated on something very specific.
Scion swiveled his view in that direction and beheld what so fascinated this man. "My, my. Look who we have here."
He spoke softly with Vena, who moved away thereafter, weaving her way through the ball like a splinter through the skin, and followed them.
A few minutes later Vena returned. She lifted herself up to her toes despite the height of her heels and conveyed what she learned. "I dont have a name yet, but--"
, then she hesitated, "--that accent is the most American accent I have ever heard."
Scion's expression was granite. He excused himself like any true-born gentleman would, and gathered two cold goblets into his possession. A facade to be sure, but he was around the pinnacle of mankind long enough to adopt their airs.
He approached Natalie without hesitation and offered her a glass of water. "Water is difficult to come by at these functions if one doesn't ask for it. Alcohol, no matter how pleasant to the tongue, is popular for its uncanny ability to soften the company of fools. So it is a necessary evil."
He laughed as honeyed poison.
"So, a granddaughter of a Patron in our presence. An honor to be sure, Miss Grey. And I see you know the ascendant; the American one at that. A past acquaintance? Your family does seem to have many contacts with them."
Jaxen mused to himself and passed a side-glance at his company. For as disgusted with bureaucracy, Oriena analyzed the players in the game better than he expected. Perhaps better than himself, at that. Jaxen never cared enough to bother with such analyses.
He tapped the stem of his glass thoughtfully and watched the players roam, himself. "Why put them in a uniform though? The safer bet would be to keep them undercover and hide themselves until the necessary time presented itself. Diluting the target? Distract from focusing on Ascendancy himself? Showing off his hammers? He's playing the showman's card over the safety card. Eventually, this house of cards will collapse on itself. So which ant hill do we kick first?"
His smirk lit his eyes with the gleam of mischief.
Scion Marveet
PPC
Meanwhile, Scion Marveet danced between the pieces on the chess board like a master. His ambitions toward claiming a seat on the Sphere was well-known. Yet he did nothing to overtly undermine the current members. It was poor form to cut down those who would be your future peers. Like jumping into a pit of rattlesnakes only to realize there were vipers in the shadows.
His heavy brows lifted upon the tug of curiosity himself when the newly arrived officers of the Ascendancy revealed themselves. He easily snapped a picture of one and sending it for his assistant for investigation revealed the hand of the ascendants that took out Theo Andlain. The fires of that madman were snuffed by Michael Vellas and his so-called ascendants. Channelers, all of them. If one appeared in uniform, the others likely were as well.
Scion concluded his conversation with those in his circle, only for his eyes to narrow when a pair of these dark-robed channelers presented themselves to his line of sight. The first, a dark-haired man was scanning their surroundings, but the second, lighter-haired and light-eyed, was fixated on something very specific.
Scion swiveled his view in that direction and beheld what so fascinated this man. "My, my. Look who we have here."
He spoke softly with Vena, who moved away thereafter, weaving her way through the ball like a splinter through the skin, and followed them.
A few minutes later Vena returned. She lifted herself up to her toes despite the height of her heels and conveyed what she learned. "I dont have a name yet, but--"
, then she hesitated, "--that accent is the most American accent I have ever heard."
Scion's expression was granite. He excused himself like any true-born gentleman would, and gathered two cold goblets into his possession. A facade to be sure, but he was around the pinnacle of mankind long enough to adopt their airs.
He approached Natalie without hesitation and offered her a glass of water. "Water is difficult to come by at these functions if one doesn't ask for it. Alcohol, no matter how pleasant to the tongue, is popular for its uncanny ability to soften the company of fools. So it is a necessary evil."
He laughed as honeyed poison.
"So, a granddaughter of a Patron in our presence. An honor to be sure, Miss Grey. And I see you know the ascendant; the American one at that. A past acquaintance? Your family does seem to have many contacts with them."