10-12-2016, 01:26 PM
"A pleasure to meet you, Jensen. Your gift,"
Nikolai smirked, "is a rare one. I've never heard of using it to restore broken flesh before."
A rare and beautiful thing, Nikolai never once imagined using his powers to mend tissue and seal wounds. Shake the foundations of the earth, move continents, delve for oil those were the images filling his mind when the power crept through his dreams. To heal seemed counter-intuitive to the power's very nature. He would like to see the feat for himself. Luckily, they were in a hospital, and there were no shortage of bodies to experiment with the flows.
Alric entered then, coming up to stand near him. The news he brought lightened his expression with relief, and he clapped the man on the shoulder. "You read my mind, Alric. Thank you."
A brief pat on the shoulder denoting their camaraderie, and he nodded at Marcus. The Sigma could don borrowed clothes where Nikolai denied them.
"Viktor, would you show Jensen and Marcus to Aria's room? I'll meet you in there. Do nothing until I arrive."
The Deputy-Consul was likely to be irritated that Alric supplied a need he hadn't arranged, but being busy with keeping the Custody afloat, the oversight could be forgiven.
The man's jaw tightened. "There's something I very much need to discuss with you."
He whispered, but Nikolai waved him off, delaying the discussion until after he was dressed.
Before he left, he turned back to Jensen. "There's one more that needs your help if you have the strength. She has earned relief from her pain. Maybe in more ways than one."
He briefly wondered if Jensen had the ability to soothe the burden in her mind, but for now, he would be content to witness even a minor healing.
He nodded, flicking a finger that Alric accompany him. They returned to the original room where he'd recovered. The scent of lavender masked the sterile hospital air. He opened the small closet, recognizing the suit. "I thought I was going to have to return to the Kremlin draped under a blanket."
He paused, hanger in his hand. A few months previous, he worked out how to cloak himself in darkness, so long as he didn't move. Changing the flows to adapt to his movements may provide a way to remain hidden from unwanted eyes. He'd think on it later. For now, he pulled a crisp, white shirt around his shoulders.
Buttoning it, he turned to Alric, looking him over. He must have arrived from Dominance V within the last few hours. "Welcome back to Moscow. Could have used you yesterday, though."
A morbid smirk touched his smile. He was in an oddly optimistic mood for the situation. Regus likely lived. Ijiraq were in the world, but he compartmentalized that memory, else he may go insane. That name it whispered. Lord of shades, he stopped himself from shivering. Who knew when one would return? Aria confirmed the Atharim had weapons unknown to her before. When he woke from the coma, fury darkened his soul. But it fled after Aria explained herself. In its place arose resolve. A renewed determination; a course of action he was finally ready to pursue with every resource at his command. Not only did he survive, but he was without blemish and mark. He wasn't even tired. His heart apparently stopped three times in surgery, but he lived. 'Is that not also immortality?'
If the Atharim were afraid of his power before, they would tremble now.
"Events unfolded fast. The timeline couldn't be altered. At the time it was 'now or never'. I went with 'now', obviously, although the goal was not achieved. How much have ZARS told you of what happened?"
Nikolai smirked, "is a rare one. I've never heard of using it to restore broken flesh before."
A rare and beautiful thing, Nikolai never once imagined using his powers to mend tissue and seal wounds. Shake the foundations of the earth, move continents, delve for oil those were the images filling his mind when the power crept through his dreams. To heal seemed counter-intuitive to the power's very nature. He would like to see the feat for himself. Luckily, they were in a hospital, and there were no shortage of bodies to experiment with the flows.
Alric entered then, coming up to stand near him. The news he brought lightened his expression with relief, and he clapped the man on the shoulder. "You read my mind, Alric. Thank you."
A brief pat on the shoulder denoting their camaraderie, and he nodded at Marcus. The Sigma could don borrowed clothes where Nikolai denied them.
"Viktor, would you show Jensen and Marcus to Aria's room? I'll meet you in there. Do nothing until I arrive."
The Deputy-Consul was likely to be irritated that Alric supplied a need he hadn't arranged, but being busy with keeping the Custody afloat, the oversight could be forgiven.
The man's jaw tightened. "There's something I very much need to discuss with you."
He whispered, but Nikolai waved him off, delaying the discussion until after he was dressed.
Before he left, he turned back to Jensen. "There's one more that needs your help if you have the strength. She has earned relief from her pain. Maybe in more ways than one."
He briefly wondered if Jensen had the ability to soothe the burden in her mind, but for now, he would be content to witness even a minor healing.
He nodded, flicking a finger that Alric accompany him. They returned to the original room where he'd recovered. The scent of lavender masked the sterile hospital air. He opened the small closet, recognizing the suit. "I thought I was going to have to return to the Kremlin draped under a blanket."
He paused, hanger in his hand. A few months previous, he worked out how to cloak himself in darkness, so long as he didn't move. Changing the flows to adapt to his movements may provide a way to remain hidden from unwanted eyes. He'd think on it later. For now, he pulled a crisp, white shirt around his shoulders.
Buttoning it, he turned to Alric, looking him over. He must have arrived from Dominance V within the last few hours. "Welcome back to Moscow. Could have used you yesterday, though."
A morbid smirk touched his smile. He was in an oddly optimistic mood for the situation. Regus likely lived. Ijiraq were in the world, but he compartmentalized that memory, else he may go insane. That name it whispered. Lord of shades, he stopped himself from shivering. Who knew when one would return? Aria confirmed the Atharim had weapons unknown to her before. When he woke from the coma, fury darkened his soul. But it fled after Aria explained herself. In its place arose resolve. A renewed determination; a course of action he was finally ready to pursue with every resource at his command. Not only did he survive, but he was without blemish and mark. He wasn't even tired. His heart apparently stopped three times in surgery, but he lived. 'Is that not also immortality?'
If the Atharim were afraid of his power before, they would tremble now.
"Events unfolded fast. The timeline couldn't be altered. At the time it was 'now or never'. I went with 'now', obviously, although the goal was not achieved. How much have ZARS told you of what happened?"