07-02-2014, 09:24 PM
The Ascendancy was reticent. He stood over, impassive and careful while Marcus laid bare the guilt of admission.
The title, 'Lord Ascendancy' elicited no reaction from Nikolai, despite the possibility of its appropriateness, but the Arcus Band was as much of a crown as he would ever wear. Nikolai's augustness was befitting kingly titles and if ever the gesture was made, Nikolai would accept it from no less than an entire nation at once, but not from one impassioned youth taken to abjectivity.
Whether Marcus intended or not, he exposed his rationalization with his powers, having reconciled the notion with, of all things, Star Wars. A work of fiction invented by a man decades ago when the power that bound the universe together existed for eternity, when gods last walked the world, in rule and might. He knew not of the Atharim, then, to have continued the meager justification uniting divine right with childhood fancy.
Nikolai was keenly aware of his surroundings, then. Not of the Palace nor the Kremlin, not even so much as this sole planet. He was surrounded by thousands of potential foes and allies, thicker than there were stars in the sky they seemed. While one wickedly intelligent young man managed to find a seat at NIkolai's table. The dire significance Marcus represented was nearly overwhelming.
He would need to give the situation an incredible amount of thought. Perhaps it was fortunate that Vellas made his proposal when he had.
Nikolai was silent for some moments while the internal debate continued. In the end, rationality and cool judgement won. He would need time to consider the delicacy of the situation. He bid Marcus to rise.
"Take to your room and sleep. You are hereby under order to not take hold of .. the Force .. until I say otherwise. You're a man of discipline, I trust you'll resist the temptation."
Nikolai searched the white of Marcus' eyes. "I will know if you do not,"
he said with all the vastness of his authority. Whether he could sense disobedience or not was irrelevant. Nikolai issued the warning nonetheless.
Nikolai rounded the space occupied by his Sigma while masking the shudder that chilled him.
The title, 'Lord Ascendancy' elicited no reaction from Nikolai, despite the possibility of its appropriateness, but the Arcus Band was as much of a crown as he would ever wear. Nikolai's augustness was befitting kingly titles and if ever the gesture was made, Nikolai would accept it from no less than an entire nation at once, but not from one impassioned youth taken to abjectivity.
Whether Marcus intended or not, he exposed his rationalization with his powers, having reconciled the notion with, of all things, Star Wars. A work of fiction invented by a man decades ago when the power that bound the universe together existed for eternity, when gods last walked the world, in rule and might. He knew not of the Atharim, then, to have continued the meager justification uniting divine right with childhood fancy.
Nikolai was keenly aware of his surroundings, then. Not of the Palace nor the Kremlin, not even so much as this sole planet. He was surrounded by thousands of potential foes and allies, thicker than there were stars in the sky they seemed. While one wickedly intelligent young man managed to find a seat at NIkolai's table. The dire significance Marcus represented was nearly overwhelming.
He would need to give the situation an incredible amount of thought. Perhaps it was fortunate that Vellas made his proposal when he had.
Nikolai was silent for some moments while the internal debate continued. In the end, rationality and cool judgement won. He would need time to consider the delicacy of the situation. He bid Marcus to rise.
"Take to your room and sleep. You are hereby under order to not take hold of .. the Force .. until I say otherwise. You're a man of discipline, I trust you'll resist the temptation."
Nikolai searched the white of Marcus' eyes. "I will know if you do not,"
he said with all the vastness of his authority. Whether he could sense disobedience or not was irrelevant. Nikolai issued the warning nonetheless.
Nikolai rounded the space occupied by his Sigma while masking the shudder that chilled him.