10-18-2013, 11:03 PM
His frank words did not fall on deaf ears. The rebuke was hardly as lively as any of his instructors but it was just has hard; Alric did not balk or repeat the error. A simple nod was used to acknowledge the fact that he took the reprimand to heart. The Ascendancy’s answers were hardly surprising. It told Alric what was already known to the world. That Nikolai Brandon was a master at political and informational games. The fact that his answers were merely short statements reaffirming that he was the one in control. Those that control the flow of intelligence would control the world. In counter-terrorism and hostage negotiations the key was intel. Alric’s speciality wasn’t in the gathering or implementation but of assessment. One of his major faults, as Nikolai would’ve read from his personnel files, was his tendency to get hung up on the details. Body language, word usage, changes in voice tones all drew his attention like a eagle eyeing a fish in a lake.
Thanks to this Alric didn’t miss the Ascendancy’s rising tension. His eyes widened as he felt himself lifted and pressed against the wall within the span of a few moments. Heat raced up his legs followed by the stench of smoke and burning fabrics. Nikolai’s voice cracked through Alric’s minute study of his predicament. Almost instantaneously his mind began to reach for the alien magic that rumbled just out of reach. Focus. His thoughts poured through his recent memories, reliving the first time he consciously sought out the torrent of hot/cold magic. The fire that the Ascendancy set on his pants began to become painful on his flesh as he summoned his will to remain on his intent. Alric forced his eyes to look directly at the man sitting at table in his cool fashion. His eyes mirrored his internalized emotions as he looked directly at his leader. His will focused his mind and his iron clad control kept the panic locked down as the boiling icy power flooded his being.
His senses became alight, the dim light of the room was brighter, the amount of details he could draw upon of the room, and it’s occupants, became sharper. The stench of the smoke and burning hairs on his legs also became much more intense. The heat of the magic that flushed his body momentarily balanced the heat coming from the flames that were quickly coiling up his legs. Now what? He kept his eyes on the one that set him aflame, watching for any tell-tale signs. Any hints as to what he needed to do but none were forth coming. Only after that did he look back at the fire and take notice of it. Splitting his attention on keeping the power both from fleeing from him or overtaking him and scrutinizing the particulars of the fire proved to be a larger burden that it should of been Perhaps this is a step in my Ascension. But the fire actually looked like a piece of string. It was a curious thing that he knew that this was a part of the force that boiled within the confines of his being and the solution cropped up in his mind. It was a bit jarring as to the simplicity of the action. If he could place the heat elsewhere the problem would disappear entirely.
Ok now what? Placing it near the Ascendancy wasn’t an option, no more than pointing his firearm at him. So warming the table any of the room near his person wasn’t going to work. Nor was by the agent at the rear of the room, whom looked as though he was watching a movie he’d seen many times before. Instead he pulled the heat into the wall he was pinned to, in the furthest corner away from himself. He watched with satisfaction as the steel wall flushed briefly a dull red color. His pants were ruined as was most of his leg hair but his flesh, that he could see, was a mere rosy pink.
Alric, pleased that he managed to achieve results, looked back at his fellow godling trying to resist the half cocked smile that tugged at a corner of his lips; waiting for the next mission.
Thanks to this Alric didn’t miss the Ascendancy’s rising tension. His eyes widened as he felt himself lifted and pressed against the wall within the span of a few moments. Heat raced up his legs followed by the stench of smoke and burning fabrics. Nikolai’s voice cracked through Alric’s minute study of his predicament. Almost instantaneously his mind began to reach for the alien magic that rumbled just out of reach. Focus. His thoughts poured through his recent memories, reliving the first time he consciously sought out the torrent of hot/cold magic. The fire that the Ascendancy set on his pants began to become painful on his flesh as he summoned his will to remain on his intent. Alric forced his eyes to look directly at the man sitting at table in his cool fashion. His eyes mirrored his internalized emotions as he looked directly at his leader. His will focused his mind and his iron clad control kept the panic locked down as the boiling icy power flooded his being.
His senses became alight, the dim light of the room was brighter, the amount of details he could draw upon of the room, and it’s occupants, became sharper. The stench of the smoke and burning hairs on his legs also became much more intense. The heat of the magic that flushed his body momentarily balanced the heat coming from the flames that were quickly coiling up his legs. Now what? He kept his eyes on the one that set him aflame, watching for any tell-tale signs. Any hints as to what he needed to do but none were forth coming. Only after that did he look back at the fire and take notice of it. Splitting his attention on keeping the power both from fleeing from him or overtaking him and scrutinizing the particulars of the fire proved to be a larger burden that it should of been Perhaps this is a step in my Ascension. But the fire actually looked like a piece of string. It was a curious thing that he knew that this was a part of the force that boiled within the confines of his being and the solution cropped up in his mind. It was a bit jarring as to the simplicity of the action. If he could place the heat elsewhere the problem would disappear entirely.
Ok now what? Placing it near the Ascendancy wasn’t an option, no more than pointing his firearm at him. So warming the table any of the room near his person wasn’t going to work. Nor was by the agent at the rear of the room, whom looked as though he was watching a movie he’d seen many times before. Instead he pulled the heat into the wall he was pinned to, in the furthest corner away from himself. He watched with satisfaction as the steel wall flushed briefly a dull red color. His pants were ruined as was most of his leg hair but his flesh, that he could see, was a mere rosy pink.
Alric, pleased that he managed to achieve results, looked back at his fellow godling trying to resist the half cocked smile that tugged at a corner of his lips; waiting for the next mission.