06-12-2015, 10:50 AM
Aria quirked a smile at his comment, she wished for more Atharim like her, even more like Nox, it would rattle the sanctum of the Atharim if they knew a god walked among them. Nox provided he came back to Moscow though she didn't doubt it any, he like his warehouse home. He'd spend months making it so, she doubted he'd leave anytime soon. But Nox changed his mind nearly as often as his sister did.
But Michael turned the topic to the matter at hand, something to be thought about later. She would gladly arrange the meeting and Nox would seeth with eagerness to meet THE Commander under Ascendancy. He'd seen the videos, he'd wished to see how the weaves were done. Not that he couldn't figure out a means himself, he had that knack for blowing things up.
Aria leaned forward. "A tool as I told you. We've shared before what I am, what you are. My abilities, however, are not what I had thought those early days in Moscow. I could tell you I was Furia, but that means nothing to you. I could tell you it was a lie told to me by my mentor to hide my true identity. Something far more dangerous, and really even the Atharim are pretty stupid. I sat under their noses for 29 years before someone knew for sure. I am Sentient. Means little to those outside the world. An empath - the Ascendancy wishes to use my talents to his designs. A tool."
Aria smiled, "I don't think Ascendancy was overly fond of my demonstration. Though I am not dead so I gather he thinks it's useful. The ability to read another's emotions, the ability to manipulate it, and use it to do my bidding - his bidding. It can do other things too, things I'd rather not demonstrate to anyone again."
She'd killed once with her ability, she'd almost done it a second time with Dane. That was not a day she enjoyed remembering and pushed it far from her, the darkness could not creep in, her life could depend on it.
But Michael turned the topic to the matter at hand, something to be thought about later. She would gladly arrange the meeting and Nox would seeth with eagerness to meet THE Commander under Ascendancy. He'd seen the videos, he'd wished to see how the weaves were done. Not that he couldn't figure out a means himself, he had that knack for blowing things up.
Aria leaned forward. "A tool as I told you. We've shared before what I am, what you are. My abilities, however, are not what I had thought those early days in Moscow. I could tell you I was Furia, but that means nothing to you. I could tell you it was a lie told to me by my mentor to hide my true identity. Something far more dangerous, and really even the Atharim are pretty stupid. I sat under their noses for 29 years before someone knew for sure. I am Sentient. Means little to those outside the world. An empath - the Ascendancy wishes to use my talents to his designs. A tool."
Aria smiled, "I don't think Ascendancy was overly fond of my demonstration. Though I am not dead so I gather he thinks it's useful. The ability to read another's emotions, the ability to manipulate it, and use it to do my bidding - his bidding. It can do other things too, things I'd rather not demonstrate to anyone again."
She'd killed once with her ability, she'd almost done it a second time with Dane. That was not a day she enjoyed remembering and pushed it far from her, the darkness could not creep in, her life could depend on it.