08-05-2016, 11:22 AM
The man with the Sigma also had that exact same sense of arrogant entitlement and Ivan shook his head, wanting to roll his eyes. Lord. Probably was a requirement to get this high up in government.
Interview question #4: How much does the world actually owe you?
Interview question #5: How did you become so freaking special?
Interview question #6: How often do you like your ass kissed?
Anyway, the tension between them seemed to defuse. The power level the Sigma held lessened a bit. And hanging around these douches was not exactly on his list of things to do.
He was about to walk away when the crowd seemed to roar. Ivan looked up and there was Ascendancy. He drew the eye. Well, he drew Ivan's eye especially because he was holding so much of the power. More than the two with him had and they were the strongest he had ever seen.
His words boomed over the crowd, the weaves in the air amplifying his voice until they seemed to crash down on them. And then, after he finished speaking.....it was as if the power erupted from in dozens of threads. He tried to follow them, to understand what was happening but it quickly grew more complex than he could follow.
He just watched in awe as the Mausoleum melted- there was no other word- melted into a puddle and from it grew a massive statue and four horses. Something about four horses tickled his memory- a movie maybe? Didn't matter.
The crowd had gone silent, watching in awe at what was happening before them. Ivan could feel the shift. Even the protesters mood had changed. He could feel the sense of quiet...what was the right word? I tried to think of what it was and the only thing that came to mind was when they went to Mass at the Orthodox Church.
Yeah, that was it. It was that sense of being in a cathedral, the walls echoing the quiet. That's what he felt here. It seemed to suck out all the anger and rage, leaving behind only that sense of worship.
It would wear off, he was sure. You felt that way in church but when you left, normal life just kinda took over. That would happen here, he was sure. They'd remember and talk about it for a few days. Might even try keep that sense. But it would become a memory and memories just didn't have the same staying power.
When it was done people cheered, the crowd's energy contagious. It seemed that the Ascendancy had quelled whatever could've turned ugly here. He could go.
He nodded to the Sigma and then look his leave. He needed to get back to Domovoi anyway. There were still a lot of things to do.
Interview question #4: How much does the world actually owe you?
Interview question #5: How did you become so freaking special?
Interview question #6: How often do you like your ass kissed?
Anyway, the tension between them seemed to defuse. The power level the Sigma held lessened a bit. And hanging around these douches was not exactly on his list of things to do.
He was about to walk away when the crowd seemed to roar. Ivan looked up and there was Ascendancy. He drew the eye. Well, he drew Ivan's eye especially because he was holding so much of the power. More than the two with him had and they were the strongest he had ever seen.
His words boomed over the crowd, the weaves in the air amplifying his voice until they seemed to crash down on them. And then, after he finished speaking.....it was as if the power erupted from in dozens of threads. He tried to follow them, to understand what was happening but it quickly grew more complex than he could follow.
He just watched in awe as the Mausoleum melted- there was no other word- melted into a puddle and from it grew a massive statue and four horses. Something about four horses tickled his memory- a movie maybe? Didn't matter.
The crowd had gone silent, watching in awe at what was happening before them. Ivan could feel the shift. Even the protesters mood had changed. He could feel the sense of quiet...what was the right word? I tried to think of what it was and the only thing that came to mind was when they went to Mass at the Orthodox Church.
Yeah, that was it. It was that sense of being in a cathedral, the walls echoing the quiet. That's what he felt here. It seemed to suck out all the anger and rage, leaving behind only that sense of worship.
It would wear off, he was sure. You felt that way in church but when you left, normal life just kinda took over. That would happen here, he was sure. They'd remember and talk about it for a few days. Might even try keep that sense. But it would become a memory and memories just didn't have the same staying power.
When it was done people cheered, the crowd's energy contagious. It seemed that the Ascendancy had quelled whatever could've turned ugly here. He could go.
He nodded to the Sigma and then look his leave. He needed to get back to Domovoi anyway. There were still a lot of things to do.