Remembering a Friend

[Nox]

Another meancing presence flaired to life - so much brighter than most near anything he'd ever felt before. But there was no one who was ever going to match the Ascendancy's level of power and skill. He had been the first. He was Apollyon. Nox's eyes floated to the man weilding the power and he refrained the impulse to roll his eyes. The man looked more thugish than the one who'd stopped him. He reminded Nox of a great ape ready to pound on his chest with his display of power.

"Sup, goluboi?"
Nox had to search his Russian dictionary of swear words in his head.

Nox laughed. 'faggot' but it also meant something else. It was weird how those things always did. Gay also meant happy. how gay was that? Nox chuckled at his own thoughts. He wanted to play that game. Nox looked the new power weild thug up and down like he was checking him out with a smirk on his face. "Nothing's sup. Unless you want a piece."
Nox rolled his eyes and turned back to the conversation that mattered. He nearly choked on his laughter when the man called Pyotr "weasel" but he only let the smirk show on his face.

Both men looked like they'd been having a good night, their eyes slightly bloodshot from whatever they were doing. Nox disliked that kinda fun... But the girl was interesting. So this was one of Bas' mob buddies. He recognized the name from the press release on Bas' attack on the market.

Roman took a seat and Nox sighed as he waved for the waitress and held up four fingers for four more beers for the table. Nox offered his hand to Holly first and when she took it he kissed the third knuckle with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Duckling. I'm Nox."
Nox sat back down in his seat, he wasn't going to let go of the power with this man trying to intimidate him. Instead he wove innocuous nets around the entire club, the most they would do is warm the air near them a few degrees making everyone sweat a little more than usual. Nox wove one around the left side of the room, and then a second one around to the right. Nox tried for a third weave but it fizzled and collapsed in on itself with a small pop near the stage. He'd have to work on that. Nox only drew a trickle of the power to manage the weaves. He was showing off.

Yuri eh? Yeah he looked like a Yuri - dumb fuck. But he was no dancer. He moved like a bull in a China shop. Pyotr was more graceful that him. But Roman started it. "Yeah. yeah. I remember him. That guy - wearing the pink tutu."
Nox pulled up his wallet and pulled up the current showings at the Bolshoi and laughed at what he found. "No wait, maybe he was the choreographer or maybe one of the regulars in the restaurant scene in The Golden Age."
Nox showed Roman the list of cast names on his wallet and chuckled. "But there ain't no way he's either one of them. He'd break his ass trying to do any of that."


The four beers arrived and Nox took his and smiled. A third toast. "To Sebastian."


(( links are the ironic names in the current ballet at the Bolshoi of the Golden Age choreographer and cast member ))


Edited by Nox, Oct 20 2016, 08:50 AM.