07-01-2014, 08:36 PM
With Vellas' words the conversation died. Malik was content with that. He doubted the man had been dissuaded. But what was done was done. And who knew? Perhaps the reason he'd done it was not the reason he'd thought. In retrospect, there had been other, less obvious ways. His eyes caught sight of Ascendancy speaking with the Mexican former official. Foolish, probably. But his life had built to this point. And it seemed that tonight was destined to occur. There were times when a Sith dominated the Force's will, when he forced it to accede. But a Sith must also listen to what the Force had planned. The die was cast.
The rest of the evening past relatively uneventfully. During the dinner at some point he felt the power drain away from Ascendancy, but affected not to notice, especially not with Vellas no doubt watching him. There was trying to get attention and then there was being a fool. After Ascendancy had given closing remarks and dismissed everyone, Marcus rose, his pants long since dried. He felt curiously....contemplative. He saw Pyotr and the other staff cleaning, but he wasn't going to speak to the man. There was no need, aside from a stupid risk.
Being among so many people, making small talk and affecting charm was draining. Part of him wanted to go to his rooms and mediate in the Force, finding solace in those ice currents of magma, those fire avalanches, in the domination by strength of will. But something held him back. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but he just knew....his rooms were not where he wanted to be. He had suspicions of what that would mean.
Instead, he opted for a walk in the park adjoining the palace. It was cold out, snowflakes drifting lightly in the air, illuminated stars that floated in front of him. It was cold but he had his long heavy wool coat and scarf. The sound of his boots crunched on the salt-encrusted walk ways and show-bridges, until he found a bench he wanted. The silver moon peeked out, gilding the charcoal cloud that hid it in the cobalt sky. He inhaled, feeling the cold air enter his lungs. The traffic from outside the park walls was a distant sound. He just sat there for a while, allowing his thoughts to drift.
It came down to tonight. Tonight had been a triumph. He'd met Ascendancy and the man was everything he had hoped- and more. He could be his true master. The man was measured and cool, careful and calculating, exactly as a person who would bring order should be. He inspired people with words, guided and shaped thoughts. Marcus wanted to be a part of that with every fiber of his being. Not as a sycophant. He knew what he was capable of. No, but as a respected junior partner. Junior eventually led to senior, it was true. But Malik didn't choose to even think about that at this point. It would be enough, to help bring the chaos to its knees, to bring order and harmony.
Order and harmony, just like mathematics. So clean and beautiful and pure. So...elegant. There were no uncertainties. Questions, mysteries, even things they'd never know, according to Godel's Incompleteness Theorem, yes. But still, underlying all of that was this sense of order and peace. Mathematics was the Platonic ideal of the most beautiful and complicated sort. The universe was a physical expression of that beauty. And humans had the awe inspiring wonder to explore that world, discover its lees and valleys, its vistas and lowlands. Order and beauty flowed through this world, this universe. He knew this more than anyone, as his Tau Algebra showed the relation between the Force he wielded and the underlying music of the strings that made up this universe.
It was as if the universe was a symphony of strings, playing a concerto in matter, written in the notation of mathematics. His heart soared at the purity of it all and part of him wanted to seize the source and be a part of that, to transcend this base humanity whose free will and stupid selfishness and weakness led to the chaos that marred this beauty. But he did not. Instead, he let the sound of the world wash over him, the cold of the air against his face, the metal leaching the heat from his covered legs, all a symphony of inexorable physical processes, he let all of it play while he felt one with the universe.
He'd been out there for what seemed like forever, but was really 10 minutes. The peace of the universe washed over him until he was still. Finally, he rose and made his way back to his apartments. He'd expected visitors when he was outside. But there were none. A bit disappointed, he walked out the elevator onto his floor. Well, perhaps he'd get another chance to catch Ascendancy's attention.
He turn the hallway corner and suddenly threads of Ether exploded in his face blinding him, not physically but mentally. His mind flashed back to training he'd done with Andre. He seized the Force and wove his own shield of air to surround him, unsure what kind of attack was coming, while his mind tried to dispel the blinking. Was it Vellas!?
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 1 2014, 09:22 PM.
The rest of the evening past relatively uneventfully. During the dinner at some point he felt the power drain away from Ascendancy, but affected not to notice, especially not with Vellas no doubt watching him. There was trying to get attention and then there was being a fool. After Ascendancy had given closing remarks and dismissed everyone, Marcus rose, his pants long since dried. He felt curiously....contemplative. He saw Pyotr and the other staff cleaning, but he wasn't going to speak to the man. There was no need, aside from a stupid risk.
Being among so many people, making small talk and affecting charm was draining. Part of him wanted to go to his rooms and mediate in the Force, finding solace in those ice currents of magma, those fire avalanches, in the domination by strength of will. But something held him back. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but he just knew....his rooms were not where he wanted to be. He had suspicions of what that would mean.
Instead, he opted for a walk in the park adjoining the palace. It was cold out, snowflakes drifting lightly in the air, illuminated stars that floated in front of him. It was cold but he had his long heavy wool coat and scarf. The sound of his boots crunched on the salt-encrusted walk ways and show-bridges, until he found a bench he wanted. The silver moon peeked out, gilding the charcoal cloud that hid it in the cobalt sky. He inhaled, feeling the cold air enter his lungs. The traffic from outside the park walls was a distant sound. He just sat there for a while, allowing his thoughts to drift.
It came down to tonight. Tonight had been a triumph. He'd met Ascendancy and the man was everything he had hoped- and more. He could be his true master. The man was measured and cool, careful and calculating, exactly as a person who would bring order should be. He inspired people with words, guided and shaped thoughts. Marcus wanted to be a part of that with every fiber of his being. Not as a sycophant. He knew what he was capable of. No, but as a respected junior partner. Junior eventually led to senior, it was true. But Malik didn't choose to even think about that at this point. It would be enough, to help bring the chaos to its knees, to bring order and harmony.
Order and harmony, just like mathematics. So clean and beautiful and pure. So...elegant. There were no uncertainties. Questions, mysteries, even things they'd never know, according to Godel's Incompleteness Theorem, yes. But still, underlying all of that was this sense of order and peace. Mathematics was the Platonic ideal of the most beautiful and complicated sort. The universe was a physical expression of that beauty. And humans had the awe inspiring wonder to explore that world, discover its lees and valleys, its vistas and lowlands. Order and beauty flowed through this world, this universe. He knew this more than anyone, as his Tau Algebra showed the relation between the Force he wielded and the underlying music of the strings that made up this universe.
It was as if the universe was a symphony of strings, playing a concerto in matter, written in the notation of mathematics. His heart soared at the purity of it all and part of him wanted to seize the source and be a part of that, to transcend this base humanity whose free will and stupid selfishness and weakness led to the chaos that marred this beauty. But he did not. Instead, he let the sound of the world wash over him, the cold of the air against his face, the metal leaching the heat from his covered legs, all a symphony of inexorable physical processes, he let all of it play while he felt one with the universe.
He'd been out there for what seemed like forever, but was really 10 minutes. The peace of the universe washed over him until he was still. Finally, he rose and made his way back to his apartments. He'd expected visitors when he was outside. But there were none. A bit disappointed, he walked out the elevator onto his floor. Well, perhaps he'd get another chance to catch Ascendancy's attention.
He turn the hallway corner and suddenly threads of Ether exploded in his face blinding him, not physically but mentally. His mind flashed back to training he'd done with Andre. He seized the Force and wove his own shield of air to surround him, unsure what kind of attack was coming, while his mind tried to dispel the blinking. Was it Vellas!?
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 1 2014, 09:22 PM.