07-30-2016, 03:43 PM
Malik smiled. Something to do with the Atharim? That sounded promising. Ascendancy was not going to give them time to regroup, obviously. In this game, you did not wait for the enemy to get up when you had them down.
"Of course."
He turned and left the Ascendancy's presence, seizing the Force as he did, mastering it into submission. As he made his way out of the battlement to the ground floor and onto the square, he drank deeply, to the full until he felt the dark energy pulsating as if it surrounded him, billowing off him just as the coat he wore did in the breeze.
The guards parted for him and he entered the maelstrom, dark eyes burning with black fire. He strode with purpose. Just off to the side of him he saw a group of men walking and he felt himself smile. No. Not just smiling. He was surprised to realize he was chuckling to himself. There was Vellas and the men from the Facility already making their way toward the crowd.
He angled so that he would be seen by the man. There was no love lost between them, of course. Ascendancy's use of the man was a necessity, though chafing at being used had radiated from him the last time they'd met. It amused Marcus to play Ascendancy's foil to him. But credit where credit was due. These men had been trained, that much was obvious. They walked with confidence in their power, a far cry from the meek and fearful, or angry, men he had seen so many months ago. He saw Ramanujan notice him and then incline his head respectfully. Marcus gave him the courtesy of doing the same.
This was going to be a day marked in the history books. The world was going to change.
Dismissing Vellas and the rest from his mind, his face hardened and he focused on the sense of menace ahead of him. Four of them now, somewhere in the crowd. Two were together. They had all come out for this. Marcus chose the one that radiated most strongly and headed in that direction, plunging into the crowd. Seeing the look on his face, people moved back and he passed through the now parted sea of people toward his destination.
It wasn't long before he honed in on the man who radiated the power, a weave of air and fire and earth and water around his face distorting his appearance. Even as Malik felt the power rage in him, beg and plead to be unleashed and ridden, Marcus filed away the weave intrigued. Bending light in this fashion was a novel use that could prove very useful. Later though.
He openly looked at the man, letting him see his curiosity. "Now that's interesting,"
he said, studying his 'face'. He saw how a weave of his own would shatter the illusion, but did not bother. Not yet.
The man was hiding who he was. Malik certainly understood that. And yet, he was here for a reason.
"Here to witness history?"
"Of course."
He turned and left the Ascendancy's presence, seizing the Force as he did, mastering it into submission. As he made his way out of the battlement to the ground floor and onto the square, he drank deeply, to the full until he felt the dark energy pulsating as if it surrounded him, billowing off him just as the coat he wore did in the breeze.
The guards parted for him and he entered the maelstrom, dark eyes burning with black fire. He strode with purpose. Just off to the side of him he saw a group of men walking and he felt himself smile. No. Not just smiling. He was surprised to realize he was chuckling to himself. There was Vellas and the men from the Facility already making their way toward the crowd.
He angled so that he would be seen by the man. There was no love lost between them, of course. Ascendancy's use of the man was a necessity, though chafing at being used had radiated from him the last time they'd met. It amused Marcus to play Ascendancy's foil to him. But credit where credit was due. These men had been trained, that much was obvious. They walked with confidence in their power, a far cry from the meek and fearful, or angry, men he had seen so many months ago. He saw Ramanujan notice him and then incline his head respectfully. Marcus gave him the courtesy of doing the same.
This was going to be a day marked in the history books. The world was going to change.
Dismissing Vellas and the rest from his mind, his face hardened and he focused on the sense of menace ahead of him. Four of them now, somewhere in the crowd. Two were together. They had all come out for this. Marcus chose the one that radiated most strongly and headed in that direction, plunging into the crowd. Seeing the look on his face, people moved back and he passed through the now parted sea of people toward his destination.
It wasn't long before he honed in on the man who radiated the power, a weave of air and fire and earth and water around his face distorting his appearance. Even as Malik felt the power rage in him, beg and plead to be unleashed and ridden, Marcus filed away the weave intrigued. Bending light in this fashion was a novel use that could prove very useful. Later though.
He openly looked at the man, letting him see his curiosity. "Now that's interesting,"
he said, studying his 'face'. He saw how a weave of his own would shatter the illusion, but did not bother. Not yet.
The man was hiding who he was. Malik certainly understood that. And yet, he was here for a reason.
"Here to witness history?"