08-16-2016, 09:22 AM
Rumors said death chased Damien's heels, but had been unable to capture him in his claws. He had been shot. That part was substantiated fact. He recovered in a timely manner. His gait was sure, shoulders back and nose high in the air. Despite the splendor around him, a truly incredible work of art, he seemed disinterested and unimpressed. That grated. How could any mortal not be reverent in such a place?
Bold and confident, at least Damien acknowledged enough to bow his head in greeting. Formality was met with formality, and Nikolai appreciated the lack of power seized in his presence. Two Ascendants, perhaps, but they were not equals. Never equals.
"Welcome to the Custody, Ambassador. A friend of Mexico is a friend of ours. I'm pleased with the peace your influence has brought to that country. If only you could be as successful with the rest of Central America. Honduras and Nicaragua are in a precarious position."
His tone was open, his gaze direct. But he did not leave the confines of the chair of history. For once, he rather enjoyed looking down upon Damien's face from above.
"With you here, we can design a plan to bring about similar stability to Mexico's neighbors. You see first hand what the Custody can do in volatile places of the world. I can promise that I want nothing less for Central and South America as well."
There was no deception in his words. He truly believed in what he said. Damien was no enemy, but neither was he an ally.
Not yet.
Bold and confident, at least Damien acknowledged enough to bow his head in greeting. Formality was met with formality, and Nikolai appreciated the lack of power seized in his presence. Two Ascendants, perhaps, but they were not equals. Never equals.
"Welcome to the Custody, Ambassador. A friend of Mexico is a friend of ours. I'm pleased with the peace your influence has brought to that country. If only you could be as successful with the rest of Central America. Honduras and Nicaragua are in a precarious position."
His tone was open, his gaze direct. But he did not leave the confines of the chair of history. For once, he rather enjoyed looking down upon Damien's face from above.
"With you here, we can design a plan to bring about similar stability to Mexico's neighbors. You see first hand what the Custody can do in volatile places of the world. I can promise that I want nothing less for Central and South America as well."
There was no deception in his words. He truly believed in what he said. Damien was no enemy, but neither was he an ally.
Not yet.