09-02-2016, 10:05 AM
The fake White quirked a brow when he confronted Oriena.
She didn't study his face. No double takes. No gasps of awe and surprise. That last one was a bit disappointing, but overall, the reaction was curious.
Did she know this face already? How much? He'd run into White a few times out and about in the world. Was Oriena ever there at the same time? Had they spoken? Jaxen couldn't remember.
It didn't really matter, he surmised, and escorted her back to the street.
The Baccarat Mansion was located in a beautiful building. Unlike the last time he was there, no banners scrolled down the front. No line of cars waited to drop their passengers at the front door. It was just regular traffic and packed sidewalks; if a bit more congested than normal because of the protestors in the Red Square.
That was when a presence radiated across the sky, choking the air like volcanic ash lodged in his nostrils, plugging up his airways. He reached out to grasp Oriena by the hand, squeezing her tight.
His head jerked back toward the direction of the Red Square where the Ancient Power rattled the base of his mind and clawed at the strands of his soul. It sang, triumphant and glorious. Jaxen had no idea such strength existed.
The face of the Fake White was frozen in awe, silent and sensing. His hand gripped Oriena's tight.
"Do you sense that?"
He asked quietly, possessed by the need to see what was happening, but he stopped after a single step.
"Something is going on. Something incredible. Oriena, if only you could feel this. The Ascendancy is doing something. I feel it in my bones."
Once the awe settled, a hunger built in its place. Hunger to have that power for himself. You'll grow stronger until one day you simply stop. Tarin's voice echoed in memory. If Jaxen could ever be so strong, surely it would rip him apart.
A few paces ahead, a scream rose over the sidewalks. Quickly, people gathered around someone's holo screen, watching a live video of the Red Square broadcasted by those present.
Jaxen let go of Oriena and pulled out his own Wallet, holstered opposite the firearm under his jacket. He pulled up the same screen and watched in awe what was happening with the eyes even as he felt the pull of the Ancient Power pouring into the city.
Gathering himself. He knew this was the time to infiltrate the Atharim. They would surely be distracted by the spectacle, whatever it was. They needed to hurry.
When it was done, he put away the wallet and pushed through the flood of people walking in the opposite direction, all hurrying for the Red Square. "Baccarat mansion ahead. Let's go."
She didn't study his face. No double takes. No gasps of awe and surprise. That last one was a bit disappointing, but overall, the reaction was curious.
Did she know this face already? How much? He'd run into White a few times out and about in the world. Was Oriena ever there at the same time? Had they spoken? Jaxen couldn't remember.
It didn't really matter, he surmised, and escorted her back to the street.
The Baccarat Mansion was located in a beautiful building. Unlike the last time he was there, no banners scrolled down the front. No line of cars waited to drop their passengers at the front door. It was just regular traffic and packed sidewalks; if a bit more congested than normal because of the protestors in the Red Square.
That was when a presence radiated across the sky, choking the air like volcanic ash lodged in his nostrils, plugging up his airways. He reached out to grasp Oriena by the hand, squeezing her tight.
His head jerked back toward the direction of the Red Square where the Ancient Power rattled the base of his mind and clawed at the strands of his soul. It sang, triumphant and glorious. Jaxen had no idea such strength existed.
The face of the Fake White was frozen in awe, silent and sensing. His hand gripped Oriena's tight.
"Do you sense that?"
He asked quietly, possessed by the need to see what was happening, but he stopped after a single step.
"Something is going on. Something incredible. Oriena, if only you could feel this. The Ascendancy is doing something. I feel it in my bones."
Once the awe settled, a hunger built in its place. Hunger to have that power for himself. You'll grow stronger until one day you simply stop. Tarin's voice echoed in memory. If Jaxen could ever be so strong, surely it would rip him apart.
A few paces ahead, a scream rose over the sidewalks. Quickly, people gathered around someone's holo screen, watching a live video of the Red Square broadcasted by those present.
Jaxen let go of Oriena and pulled out his own Wallet, holstered opposite the firearm under his jacket. He pulled up the same screen and watched in awe what was happening with the eyes even as he felt the pull of the Ancient Power pouring into the city.
Gathering himself. He knew this was the time to infiltrate the Atharim. They would surely be distracted by the spectacle, whatever it was. They needed to hurry.
When it was done, he put away the wallet and pushed through the flood of people walking in the opposite direction, all hurrying for the Red Square. "Baccarat mansion ahead. Let's go."