07-09-2016, 10:48 PM
He felt power coil and churn from the old man, followed soon after by light that drew his eyes far aside with everyone else's. When he looked back the old man was disappeared. Replaced with another someone he recognized. Manix, from the silversmith shop.
He had worn a disguise. An illusion of the greatest quality. The revelation sent shock waves through Jaxen's body like electricity. He wanted to giggle with excitement. What a glorious discovery!
He had made up his mind to approach the pair when the woman in his company unleashed a verbal battery upon Manix, whom from Jaxen's point of view was fully undeserving of such abuse.
A scary chick, he thought. And stopped in his tracks in mid step. He'd thought the same thing about this woman once before. Scary. And a shade too crazy for his type. It was underground when he was escaping from the cannibal's dungeon. He encountered White and this woman. Aria was her name. She was one of the ones White warned him about. One of the Atharim that Ascendancy described. Like Rune.
Well. Jaxen wouldn't hold it against her.
He put on his best 'about to interrupt something awkward' expression and strolled into the midst of the storm brewing between them. How did they know each other? Lovers maybe? Way to go Manix.
"I believe you are about the most fascinating person I've seen today, friend."
His grin for Manix was impressed. Of course the underhanded insult to Aria was in jest. Kind of.
He thrust out a hand, "Jaxen Marveet."
But he didn't exclude Aria either. As he offered to shake hands man to man, his grin took her under its wing. He must look and smell better than last he saw her.
He had worn a disguise. An illusion of the greatest quality. The revelation sent shock waves through Jaxen's body like electricity. He wanted to giggle with excitement. What a glorious discovery!
He had made up his mind to approach the pair when the woman in his company unleashed a verbal battery upon Manix, whom from Jaxen's point of view was fully undeserving of such abuse.
A scary chick, he thought. And stopped in his tracks in mid step. He'd thought the same thing about this woman once before. Scary. And a shade too crazy for his type. It was underground when he was escaping from the cannibal's dungeon. He encountered White and this woman. Aria was her name. She was one of the ones White warned him about. One of the Atharim that Ascendancy described. Like Rune.
Well. Jaxen wouldn't hold it against her.
He put on his best 'about to interrupt something awkward' expression and strolled into the midst of the storm brewing between them. How did they know each other? Lovers maybe? Way to go Manix.
"I believe you are about the most fascinating person I've seen today, friend."
His grin for Manix was impressed. Of course the underhanded insult to Aria was in jest. Kind of.
He thrust out a hand, "Jaxen Marveet."
But he didn't exclude Aria either. As he offered to shake hands man to man, his grin took her under its wing. He must look and smell better than last he saw her.