12-15-2016, 01:24 PM
Evelyn felt her heart beating rapidly as the doors to the hall opened as if by themselves. Obviously it was due to Ascendancy's use of the Power, but Evie was as blind to it as the diplomats beside her. She had assumed that she'd feel something, or see the threads the way that she could when she weaved her own magic, and finding out otherwise was...disconcerting, to say the least.
If Brandon's goal was to intimidate them, he most certainly succeeded. Next to her, Francis visibly shivered as the dictator's unnatural greeting reached them. Evelyn steeled herself, and sent a quick prayer heavenward. She was confident that it was God's will that brought her to this room, and she had faith that He would guide her well. Her colleagues' unease worked in her favor, after all. They wouldn't protest her taking the lead. With that though, the young Congresswoman strode forward confidently, ensuring that she showed no outward signs of her nerves.
Very intentionally, she did not grab hold of God's Power herself. Ideally she would match his show of strength with one of her own. She had enough fancy tricks that could compare to doors swinging open. However, she knew that if Brandon escalated things, then she couldn't match him. She hoped that as long as he didn't know the extent of her abilities, that he would be forced to treat her as if he were his equal.
As the brunet strode confidently towards the front of the room-her colleagues a half step behind her-Evelyn couldn't help but feel... excited. She had seen many pictures of Ascendancy, of course, and knew that the man was quite handsome. However, being in his presence was another matter entirely. He had an aura about him, a sort of presence and weight to his gaze that made her understand how he could rule over most of the world. Perhaps it should have made her afraid, but she'd never been afraid of power.
She couldn't control the small grin that her traitorous lips twitched into. Her heart was racing, but now it wasn't from nerves. It was no coincidence that a girl from the South Dakota suburbs had ended up meeting the most powerful man in the world, before even her thirtieth birthday. This was Providence. Never in her life had Evelyn been more certain of God's will. She could not fear Brandon, for their mutual ally was far stronger than either of them.
The Congresswoman strode forward, and extended a hand, meeting the man's eyes with a small, confident smile. "Hello, Ascendancy. My name is Congresswoman Evelyn Avalon. It's a pleasure to meet you."
She was going against protocol. She was the least ranking member of their delegation, and by all accounts she had no right to speak over the Secretary of State. And yet, everyone present knew exactly where the Power lay in this room.
((Feel free to mod the other two introducing themselves as well, or whatnot.))
If Brandon's goal was to intimidate them, he most certainly succeeded. Next to her, Francis visibly shivered as the dictator's unnatural greeting reached them. Evelyn steeled herself, and sent a quick prayer heavenward. She was confident that it was God's will that brought her to this room, and she had faith that He would guide her well. Her colleagues' unease worked in her favor, after all. They wouldn't protest her taking the lead. With that though, the young Congresswoman strode forward confidently, ensuring that she showed no outward signs of her nerves.
Very intentionally, she did not grab hold of God's Power herself. Ideally she would match his show of strength with one of her own. She had enough fancy tricks that could compare to doors swinging open. However, she knew that if Brandon escalated things, then she couldn't match him. She hoped that as long as he didn't know the extent of her abilities, that he would be forced to treat her as if he were his equal.
As the brunet strode confidently towards the front of the room-her colleagues a half step behind her-Evelyn couldn't help but feel... excited. She had seen many pictures of Ascendancy, of course, and knew that the man was quite handsome. However, being in his presence was another matter entirely. He had an aura about him, a sort of presence and weight to his gaze that made her understand how he could rule over most of the world. Perhaps it should have made her afraid, but she'd never been afraid of power.
She couldn't control the small grin that her traitorous lips twitched into. Her heart was racing, but now it wasn't from nerves. It was no coincidence that a girl from the South Dakota suburbs had ended up meeting the most powerful man in the world, before even her thirtieth birthday. This was Providence. Never in her life had Evelyn been more certain of God's will. She could not fear Brandon, for their mutual ally was far stronger than either of them.
The Congresswoman strode forward, and extended a hand, meeting the man's eyes with a small, confident smile. "Hello, Ascendancy. My name is Congresswoman Evelyn Avalon. It's a pleasure to meet you."
She was going against protocol. She was the least ranking member of their delegation, and by all accounts she had no right to speak over the Secretary of State. And yet, everyone present knew exactly where the Power lay in this room.
((Feel free to mod the other two introducing themselves as well, or whatnot.))