04-19-2014, 09:10 AM
The world was a mass of change for Aria. Everything felt new even though it was the same old same old thing, day in and day out. The life of an Atharim was one job to the next, except this time, Aria's job was to take down the pregisous leader of an empire that she had nothing against, except that he was prophecized to slay time itself. Aria sighed.
But the world was new with possiblities, her abilities she knew about. But Sentients didn't live like she did, they blended with society. There was only one way to do that, and that was learn to shield h herself from them, without being locked away from them. Their touch or the touch of any monster could send Aria into a state that was not conducive to huntng Apollyon. She knew that was what the Regus had been doing. He had not said so, but he was testing her. Aria had failed, in a way. But she intended to not allow such actions to be reaction, but pure and calucated and intentional. She knew the capabilities of a Sentient, she now had to train herself to live like one, to be one.
Since Aria had been back in Moscow she had continued her search for the Ijiraq. One was dead, but there was all sorts of other monsters in the world that needed hunting. The monsters would be her undoing, she resolved herself to find every monster she could and understand what they felt. To touch the most evil of them, and survive. That was the objective.
Tonight was no different. Aria walked the dark streets of Moscow hunting, one sword strapped to her waist and one gun for back up, encased in the long leather trenchcoat she wore. She didn't intend to kill, but if it became a threat, the monster would be put down. Aria had not found another Ijiraq, but a drakaina was just as dangerous, and just as hard to kill. It would not go quietly. It hunted and Aria hunted it. She felt the hunger, the instinct. She followed it and breathed in the cold crisp air. She focused on the creature. The only objective was to touch it, to brace herself for the onslaught of emotions.
It made for a door, it knew she was following it. There was fear, even monsters knew fear. Survival of the fittest was sometimes the one thing that knew it's own fear and pushed passed it. But hunger outweighted the fear. Aria pulled the glove from her left hand and tucked it into her pocket. She quickened her pace, and grabed the cold hand of the dranaika. It staired eyeless sockets at her and sneered with a smile.
Aria echoed it back at her. The monster's feelings were hers. She knew what it felt, what it wanted and Aria knew it that it was not afraid of her. Myth's claimed they had a gifted sight, to see into the future. It smiled at Aria as if it knew the outcome.
Aria embraced the dranaika's emotions and swayed slightly. But she stood her ground. Aria let go and the Dranaika smiled and walked away. Releif echoed through Aria's emotions, whether it was her's or the monsters she didn't know, it didn't matter. She had survived, for now.
On the other side of the door was full of people, the dranaika had been searching for a meal, and Aria had saved them, despite their lack of knowledge. Aria needed to rest, it still took alot out of her. But it would get better, it had to.
Aria pushed open the door, and the insides echoed the outsides. With a quick look around Aria surveyed her souroundings. The door to the back was her only concern, she didn't know where it lead. But it seemed safe enough. A woman played pool against some ruffians, there were a few other people around, and two at the bar. One caught her eye, she recognized him. She probably wouldn't have if the files on everything Ascendancy were not committed to her mind.
Aria took a deep breath and let her sheidls slide, another good opportunity to become like one of them. The emotions in the room tried to overwhelm her but she focused on none here. The world grew calmer if not quite gone. Aria moved from the door to a seat next to the privledge. "Coke and Vodka"
Aria had no intention of drinking it, but it wouldn't do to sit at the bar and not at least pretend to be normal.
Aria didnt' turn to the man beside her but she spoke to him none-the-less "I wonder what brings a privledged soul like yourself to this side of the tracks."
She had chosen her words carefully. A man of his stature in a dive bar? Was he on some sort of delving for his great leader? Was he one of his devote followers? So many questions and Aria was sure she would not get any of those answers, not here and not now. But it didn't matter.
Aria turned to watch the game of pool, her back resting against the bar.
Edited by Aria, Apr 19 2014, 10:15 AM.
But the world was new with possiblities, her abilities she knew about. But Sentients didn't live like she did, they blended with society. There was only one way to do that, and that was learn to shield h herself from them, without being locked away from them. Their touch or the touch of any monster could send Aria into a state that was not conducive to huntng Apollyon. She knew that was what the Regus had been doing. He had not said so, but he was testing her. Aria had failed, in a way. But she intended to not allow such actions to be reaction, but pure and calucated and intentional. She knew the capabilities of a Sentient, she now had to train herself to live like one, to be one.
Since Aria had been back in Moscow she had continued her search for the Ijiraq. One was dead, but there was all sorts of other monsters in the world that needed hunting. The monsters would be her undoing, she resolved herself to find every monster she could and understand what they felt. To touch the most evil of them, and survive. That was the objective.
Tonight was no different. Aria walked the dark streets of Moscow hunting, one sword strapped to her waist and one gun for back up, encased in the long leather trenchcoat she wore. She didn't intend to kill, but if it became a threat, the monster would be put down. Aria had not found another Ijiraq, but a drakaina was just as dangerous, and just as hard to kill. It would not go quietly. It hunted and Aria hunted it. She felt the hunger, the instinct. She followed it and breathed in the cold crisp air. She focused on the creature. The only objective was to touch it, to brace herself for the onslaught of emotions.
It made for a door, it knew she was following it. There was fear, even monsters knew fear. Survival of the fittest was sometimes the one thing that knew it's own fear and pushed passed it. But hunger outweighted the fear. Aria pulled the glove from her left hand and tucked it into her pocket. She quickened her pace, and grabed the cold hand of the dranaika. It staired eyeless sockets at her and sneered with a smile.
Aria echoed it back at her. The monster's feelings were hers. She knew what it felt, what it wanted and Aria knew it that it was not afraid of her. Myth's claimed they had a gifted sight, to see into the future. It smiled at Aria as if it knew the outcome.
Aria embraced the dranaika's emotions and swayed slightly. But she stood her ground. Aria let go and the Dranaika smiled and walked away. Releif echoed through Aria's emotions, whether it was her's or the monsters she didn't know, it didn't matter. She had survived, for now.
On the other side of the door was full of people, the dranaika had been searching for a meal, and Aria had saved them, despite their lack of knowledge. Aria needed to rest, it still took alot out of her. But it would get better, it had to.
Aria pushed open the door, and the insides echoed the outsides. With a quick look around Aria surveyed her souroundings. The door to the back was her only concern, she didn't know where it lead. But it seemed safe enough. A woman played pool against some ruffians, there were a few other people around, and two at the bar. One caught her eye, she recognized him. She probably wouldn't have if the files on everything Ascendancy were not committed to her mind.
Aria took a deep breath and let her sheidls slide, another good opportunity to become like one of them. The emotions in the room tried to overwhelm her but she focused on none here. The world grew calmer if not quite gone. Aria moved from the door to a seat next to the privledge. "Coke and Vodka"
Aria had no intention of drinking it, but it wouldn't do to sit at the bar and not at least pretend to be normal.
Aria didnt' turn to the man beside her but she spoke to him none-the-less "I wonder what brings a privledged soul like yourself to this side of the tracks."
She had chosen her words carefully. A man of his stature in a dive bar? Was he on some sort of delving for his great leader? Was he one of his devote followers? So many questions and Aria was sure she would not get any of those answers, not here and not now. But it didn't matter.
Aria turned to watch the game of pool, her back resting against the bar.
Edited by Aria, Apr 19 2014, 10:15 AM.