08-25-2016, 10:38 AM
Scrimshaw.
Dull white of bone. The edges of carvings embossed on sleek antlers. Ornate images of vessels carved from walrus tusks and capped with bronze. Horns.
Tastes flickered across his tongue next. Mead and beer. Honey. Fish. The wind slapping his face with salty cold air.
Scrimshaw was a word Jaxen swore he'd never heard before, but his mind filled with images, sensations rippled across his skin faster than lightning charging up the night sky and burning his retinas with the after image of white claws.
Rún
Jaxen stared down at Manix, blinking as the past flickered and poured from his conscience like water poured through his palm.
He knew exactly what Manix described: the library in the Atharim Baccarat headquarters. Jaxen had been inside it once, seen just enough to get the taste on his lips only to be denied a drink.
He didn't care about fairy tales or scrimshaws, despite the imagery conjured by the word. He did care about the victory torn from his grasp. Mysteries and knowledge dangled but out of reach. There was one problem. His hacker alter-ego, Voxel, was discovered and dismantled by his father and brother. His collection of antiques, including the Narwal tusk, was confiscated. He was lucky to salvage his high-tech computer work station. That meant he had to get access to the Atharim servers the old fashioned way:
in person.
"Alright. I'm in. But I need funding. We're not talking about breaking into a bank vault or museum here. We're talking about their headquarters. The Atharim headquarters."
The voice of their consultant turned mercenary John White filled his head. There were few people that could actually intimidate Jaxen, but White was one of them. He had to make sure the man was far away from the mansion before Jaxen tried to get inside again. White would shoot him without a second thought. He'd been warned as much.
"And I'll need some time to plan it too."
He smirked, "At least a day or two. These things take time." Most minds might need weeks or months, but for Jaxen, forty-eight hours would suffice. He would devote every waking moment to the challenge. He had another advantage this time too. The power of the Ancients coursed his limbs and thanks to Manix, could alter his appearance.
"You need to teach me how you changed your face too. A disguise is integral. They know my face there; facial recognition software will trigger alarms before I can get in the front door."
The two men stood facing each other, and for now Oriena was all but forgotten. Women were powerful distractions, but the thrill of thievery was just as much fun.
To illustrate his point, Jaxen seized the Ancient power and drew it into himself. With a blissful smirk drawn on his lips, he glanced at Oriena. "Might as well come with me? Breaking into their building sound like a good first date?"
((ooc: this thred takes place after the ccd announcement but before the red square demonstration. i intend to break in to the atharim hq during the monument construction while regus and crew are out of the building and going after Ascendancy.))
Dull white of bone. The edges of carvings embossed on sleek antlers. Ornate images of vessels carved from walrus tusks and capped with bronze. Horns.
Tastes flickered across his tongue next. Mead and beer. Honey. Fish. The wind slapping his face with salty cold air.
Scrimshaw was a word Jaxen swore he'd never heard before, but his mind filled with images, sensations rippled across his skin faster than lightning charging up the night sky and burning his retinas with the after image of white claws.
Rún
Jaxen stared down at Manix, blinking as the past flickered and poured from his conscience like water poured through his palm.
He knew exactly what Manix described: the library in the Atharim Baccarat headquarters. Jaxen had been inside it once, seen just enough to get the taste on his lips only to be denied a drink.
He didn't care about fairy tales or scrimshaws, despite the imagery conjured by the word. He did care about the victory torn from his grasp. Mysteries and knowledge dangled but out of reach. There was one problem. His hacker alter-ego, Voxel, was discovered and dismantled by his father and brother. His collection of antiques, including the Narwal tusk, was confiscated. He was lucky to salvage his high-tech computer work station. That meant he had to get access to the Atharim servers the old fashioned way:
in person.
"Alright. I'm in. But I need funding. We're not talking about breaking into a bank vault or museum here. We're talking about their headquarters. The Atharim headquarters."
The voice of their consultant turned mercenary John White filled his head. There were few people that could actually intimidate Jaxen, but White was one of them. He had to make sure the man was far away from the mansion before Jaxen tried to get inside again. White would shoot him without a second thought. He'd been warned as much.
"And I'll need some time to plan it too."
He smirked, "At least a day or two. These things take time." Most minds might need weeks or months, but for Jaxen, forty-eight hours would suffice. He would devote every waking moment to the challenge. He had another advantage this time too. The power of the Ancients coursed his limbs and thanks to Manix, could alter his appearance.
"You need to teach me how you changed your face too. A disguise is integral. They know my face there; facial recognition software will trigger alarms before I can get in the front door."
The two men stood facing each other, and for now Oriena was all but forgotten. Women were powerful distractions, but the thrill of thievery was just as much fun.
To illustrate his point, Jaxen seized the Ancient power and drew it into himself. With a blissful smirk drawn on his lips, he glanced at Oriena. "Might as well come with me? Breaking into their building sound like a good first date?"
((ooc: this thred takes place after the ccd announcement but before the red square demonstration. i intend to break in to the atharim hq during the monument construction while regus and crew are out of the building and going after Ascendancy.))