07-31-2016, 07:25 PM
Rage clouded his vision for a moment. He gloried in it before reining it in. He would not act without thinking. There was something about this man that had set him on edge, enough that even innocuous words seemed to drip with condescension.
The men at his back were dismissed with a thought. A barrier of air would be a simple thing to throw up and stop any bullets. In the back. It would be in the back. No, it was the man in front of him that had his focus and he allowed himself to stillness, the eye of the storm that still churned unexplainedly inside him.
He smiled, remembering the fights with his brother, using the Force, after his own Ascension. He longed to pit himself against one such as this, an equal at least in power and skill. The Almaz, writ on a grand scale, smell of blood and fire filling his nostrils. A no holds barred battle. Malik laughed in delight, savoring the thought. He felt his fingers twitch at the opportunity. It truly was unfortunate that it could not be now, however much he had provoked it and wanted it. The man was right in one thing. It would do no good to spoil the show. Still...
He smiled nastily. "I do believe that entering the CCD illegally and under false identification is a crime, Mr. Oakland. Much more so when one led what some call a coup on a sovereign nation, however well intended, using crowds such as these. A man whose own name is undoubtedly on watch lists that would have signaled the government you were here."
He let his eyes wander to the crowds around and behind the man . "And to find you hiding-"
he let the word linger- "in a crowd such as this, people near ready to riot, with your own men armed? A powder keg, not unlike the one you found in Mexico City not long ago, a crowd that you took control of and set off a spark in and...Well, You can see how that looks."
He looked back at the man, dark eyes hard and spoke in clipped tones. "Your presence here is suspicious, to say the least. Intentions can change. I will stay with you. To make sure that it is not you who spoils the show."
He let his smile fade. "Perhaps afterwards, the 'Ambassador of Mexico' would like to meet the Ascendancy."
[OOC: Hehe. No worries man. Marcus is an arrogant ass at times so he deserves it. Was a stupid mistake on my part to forget the circumstances of Damien's departure. I'll just have to roll with it.]
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 31 2016, 07:28 PM.
The men at his back were dismissed with a thought. A barrier of air would be a simple thing to throw up and stop any bullets. In the back. It would be in the back. No, it was the man in front of him that had his focus and he allowed himself to stillness, the eye of the storm that still churned unexplainedly inside him.
He smiled, remembering the fights with his brother, using the Force, after his own Ascension. He longed to pit himself against one such as this, an equal at least in power and skill. The Almaz, writ on a grand scale, smell of blood and fire filling his nostrils. A no holds barred battle. Malik laughed in delight, savoring the thought. He felt his fingers twitch at the opportunity. It truly was unfortunate that it could not be now, however much he had provoked it and wanted it. The man was right in one thing. It would do no good to spoil the show. Still...
He smiled nastily. "I do believe that entering the CCD illegally and under false identification is a crime, Mr. Oakland. Much more so when one led what some call a coup on a sovereign nation, however well intended, using crowds such as these. A man whose own name is undoubtedly on watch lists that would have signaled the government you were here."
He let his eyes wander to the crowds around and behind the man . "And to find you hiding-"
he let the word linger- "in a crowd such as this, people near ready to riot, with your own men armed? A powder keg, not unlike the one you found in Mexico City not long ago, a crowd that you took control of and set off a spark in and...Well, You can see how that looks."
He looked back at the man, dark eyes hard and spoke in clipped tones. "Your presence here is suspicious, to say the least. Intentions can change. I will stay with you. To make sure that it is not you who spoils the show."
He let his smile fade. "Perhaps afterwards, the 'Ambassador of Mexico' would like to meet the Ascendancy."
[OOC: Hehe. No worries man. Marcus is an arrogant ass at times so he deserves it. Was a stupid mistake on my part to forget the circumstances of Damien's departure. I'll just have to roll with it.]
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 31 2016, 07:28 PM.