06-16-2015, 12:25 PM
Aria could feel the curiosity emanating from Michael. It was a talent almost as unbelievable as wielding the power of the gods as Michale did unless you saw it with your own eyes. He was not the first to question her ability, nor to ask for a demonstration. It seemed she was now also a 'side show freak' asked to perform on someone else's whim.
Aria nodded, "I'd prefer if you were unarmed. As much as a man like yourself could be. I'd prefer not to be shot for doing as I'm asked."
It wasn't the first time she'd done this, everyone always wanted a demonstration, and fear was by far the most common emotion to manipulate, though she could easily enhance the man's underlying anger, he always seemed angry, but that would only disturb an already sleeping beast. That didn't sound safe, not really. Fear would have to be it. Everyone was afraid of something, most fear could cower a man, she smiled inwardly remembering the prose that Father Stone had given when he'd thought to manhandle her person. He'd regretted that movement from then on out. If she hadn't been interrupted...
Aria shook her head to bring her thoughts back to the present, getting lost in the dark places was never a good thing when amongst friends, even dangerous and unknown friends like this one. Michael had proven to be at least an ally, a friend was yet to be seen.
"My ability requires touch."
It was only a cursory warning as she put her hand on his. It was not an intimate touch, but she clung to his hand and fed him fear. It wasn't as potent as it could have been, more like she was sharing with Michael, akin to what she'd done with Lucas the first time they'd met, Or Nox. Nothing nearly as bad as what she'd sent to Father Stone or the reporter. Aria had to fight with herself to stop the desire to make Michael cower before her. It was a fight she was determined to win, unlike the battle when she demonstrated for Ascendancy; she'd not cared about the target, this one she preferred to keep alive.
Aria nodded, "I'd prefer if you were unarmed. As much as a man like yourself could be. I'd prefer not to be shot for doing as I'm asked."
It wasn't the first time she'd done this, everyone always wanted a demonstration, and fear was by far the most common emotion to manipulate, though she could easily enhance the man's underlying anger, he always seemed angry, but that would only disturb an already sleeping beast. That didn't sound safe, not really. Fear would have to be it. Everyone was afraid of something, most fear could cower a man, she smiled inwardly remembering the prose that Father Stone had given when he'd thought to manhandle her person. He'd regretted that movement from then on out. If she hadn't been interrupted...
Aria shook her head to bring her thoughts back to the present, getting lost in the dark places was never a good thing when amongst friends, even dangerous and unknown friends like this one. Michael had proven to be at least an ally, a friend was yet to be seen.
"My ability requires touch."
It was only a cursory warning as she put her hand on his. It was not an intimate touch, but she clung to his hand and fed him fear. It wasn't as potent as it could have been, more like she was sharing with Michael, akin to what she'd done with Lucas the first time they'd met, Or Nox. Nothing nearly as bad as what she'd sent to Father Stone or the reporter. Aria had to fight with herself to stop the desire to make Michael cower before her. It was a fight she was determined to win, unlike the battle when she demonstrated for Ascendancy; she'd not cared about the target, this one she preferred to keep alive.