10-12-2013, 09:56 PM
Alric watched the man behind the table with the attention of a wolf eyeing a new predator that stalked into his range. He looked for any signs of his thoughts or emotions, but whatever he was thinking of was kept from his eyes.
Alric watched as his former dining table’s surface transfigured into a display depicting the famous painting. The Creation of the First Man. He knew what the painting was envisioning but wasn’t as well versed in art or history to recall details of it’s artist or where the painting rested. The Amulet of Man’s voice was markedly uninspiring while he recanted the story of Creation as told in the Christian holy book. Alric himself was atheist to the judaic god, having found many hypocrisies and contradictions still in the members of the religion and it’s holy books. Perhaps what disturbed him more was the acceptance of its members that deny or flat reject the findings of science when they failed to produce any evidence for their beliefs. Even still he bore those that believed no ill will so long as it was kept privately.
Alric personally tried to adhere to the tenets of the Buddhist philosophy, although he didn’t miss the irony of a warrior following the tenets of a path that promoted enlightenment and peace. He was a man that believed that peace couldn’t not be found without it’s opposite. He was a man that would unleash untold violence upon any person or faction should he receive orders or if his enemies threatened his home or country.
Alric’s knee-jerk reaction took over as the sprites that brought illumination to the room sprung into existence and caused him to retreat in his chair. The flush of natural heat from the adrenaline caused him to intake a short breath and his body’s muscles to tighten, ready to spring into attack or run as soon as he relinquished control to his reptile brain. His eyes flicked over to the movement in the back of the room. Alric knew that the agent was only reacting to Alric’s own body language, though he didn’t approach to close and he seemed to set himself at ease when he saw that Alric was regaining control of himself. He forced himself to resume breathing and easing the tension from his muscles. What is this? It was a foolish notion. He knew what it was. Power. Whatever alien force that boiled at the edge of his reach was the generator of those orbs that winked out.
He resisted the urge to pull that source in himself. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything with it except for holding it at this point, but it was a curious observation that Alric could still feel that awe inspiring pressure now from the Ascendancy, now when he himself wasn’t controlling his own power. Alric didn’t miss the fact that his excellency began to invoke his magic precisely when he ended his rote speech. Alric immediately began to question if the man before him was God.
That imagery was soon shattered as the Ascendancy continued on with his speech. Gone was the mindless droning. Now he spoke with a controlled passion that Alric found hard to resist and he listened and watch with a renewed vigor.
I’m a god?! Alric didn’t feel any spark of divinity. Maybe because I’ve only recently gained access to the Power? That was perhaps the most reasonable assumption given this mind-jarring conversation. Even the fact that he could understand that he had access to an alien force suddenly became easier to grasp when the Ascendancy elevated Alric to his level. The level of Gods.
Equal parts of excitement and anxiety kept Alric’s lips closed. He took the pause as a courtesy extended from the leader of the CCD for him to process the displays and information given to him. He also reminded himself that he had relinquished his questions until the end of the briefing. He assumed the Ascendancy would inform him when such a time came.
Alric watched as his former dining table’s surface transfigured into a display depicting the famous painting. The Creation of the First Man. He knew what the painting was envisioning but wasn’t as well versed in art or history to recall details of it’s artist or where the painting rested. The Amulet of Man’s voice was markedly uninspiring while he recanted the story of Creation as told in the Christian holy book. Alric himself was atheist to the judaic god, having found many hypocrisies and contradictions still in the members of the religion and it’s holy books. Perhaps what disturbed him more was the acceptance of its members that deny or flat reject the findings of science when they failed to produce any evidence for their beliefs. Even still he bore those that believed no ill will so long as it was kept privately.
Alric personally tried to adhere to the tenets of the Buddhist philosophy, although he didn’t miss the irony of a warrior following the tenets of a path that promoted enlightenment and peace. He was a man that believed that peace couldn’t not be found without it’s opposite. He was a man that would unleash untold violence upon any person or faction should he receive orders or if his enemies threatened his home or country.
Alric’s knee-jerk reaction took over as the sprites that brought illumination to the room sprung into existence and caused him to retreat in his chair. The flush of natural heat from the adrenaline caused him to intake a short breath and his body’s muscles to tighten, ready to spring into attack or run as soon as he relinquished control to his reptile brain. His eyes flicked over to the movement in the back of the room. Alric knew that the agent was only reacting to Alric’s own body language, though he didn’t approach to close and he seemed to set himself at ease when he saw that Alric was regaining control of himself. He forced himself to resume breathing and easing the tension from his muscles. What is this? It was a foolish notion. He knew what it was. Power. Whatever alien force that boiled at the edge of his reach was the generator of those orbs that winked out.
He resisted the urge to pull that source in himself. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything with it except for holding it at this point, but it was a curious observation that Alric could still feel that awe inspiring pressure now from the Ascendancy, now when he himself wasn’t controlling his own power. Alric didn’t miss the fact that his excellency began to invoke his magic precisely when he ended his rote speech. Alric immediately began to question if the man before him was God.
That imagery was soon shattered as the Ascendancy continued on with his speech. Gone was the mindless droning. Now he spoke with a controlled passion that Alric found hard to resist and he listened and watch with a renewed vigor.
I’m a god?! Alric didn’t feel any spark of divinity. Maybe because I’ve only recently gained access to the Power? That was perhaps the most reasonable assumption given this mind-jarring conversation. Even the fact that he could understand that he had access to an alien force suddenly became easier to grasp when the Ascendancy elevated Alric to his level. The level of Gods.
Equal parts of excitement and anxiety kept Alric’s lips closed. He took the pause as a courtesy extended from the leader of the CCD for him to process the displays and information given to him. He also reminded himself that he had relinquished his questions until the end of the briefing. He assumed the Ascendancy would inform him when such a time came.