07-15-2016, 01:14 PM
Barovsky did NOT like this girl. It seemed almost irrational....then again, if she was the daughter of a reborn god, it only stood to reason that she was very close to being put down as well, Atharim or no. His eyes touched hers, as if deciding something, and he slid the file over in her direction.
Giving a nod and a slight smile at the courtesy, she stood straight from her lean against the wall and went over to pick up the file. Idly, she wondered what the girl was thinking as her secret was now about to be shared with someone else. She readied herself for any reaction. Perhaps this was a test of the girl by Barovsky. She didn't have any doubt that she'd put the girl down, however she responded.
The girl was impassive however, and so she stepped back by the door and opened the file for a quick look. Her eyebrow quirked. Not a godling then. A sentient. Now that was interesting. She'd known a few in her time. One of the few creatures out there that were grudgingly tolerated in the Atharim, though watched closely. Like Furia, their loyalty was always suspect.
Seth Marx's niece had been one of those and so far had been almost flawless in her work. Well, almost. Once she'd gotten to Moscow and reconnected with Seth, she'd gone and looked both of them up. Under their watch, a godling, Jaxen Marveet, had gotten away. This god had infiltrated the Baccarrat mansion, at least to a point and had gotten away. And then their failure. She trusted Seth- as much as she trusted anyone, really- and the girl had taken one to the gut in the process. She supposed blood earned trust .Though, come to think of it, a traitor could do that too. Not that she suspected Rune, not really. Furia and a god? But it was just a reminder that no one was above suspicion.
But anyway, the file told an interesting story. And she knew why Barovsky disliked her. The girl had been part of a family of creatures he'd stalked for years and had succeeded in only putting one down. That had to piss him off. She wasn't sure if he was more upset that the girl herself was alive and walking around, apparently unharmed, or that she had killed her father, the one who was source of all of this. It was only natural to be territorial when it came to prey, she knew all too well. And Sentients....well, they were worse than Furia. Their power was offensive, rather than passive. Why had she been allowed to live? Surely not just to take out her father.
In the midst of reading, she heard the Barovsky mention Brandon. She looked up at him, face a frown. This girl was to kill the man who called himself Ascendancy? "The first and oldest god"? It almost seemed laughable. She felt a twinge of irritation too. She wanted to hunt the man. It belonged to the Order to hunt him, not a girl whose very nature made her suspect. No. No, it had to be something else. Another test of Barovsky's.
She looked at him for a moment and then at the back of the girl's head and then him again, letting him see the question on her face.
Giving a nod and a slight smile at the courtesy, she stood straight from her lean against the wall and went over to pick up the file. Idly, she wondered what the girl was thinking as her secret was now about to be shared with someone else. She readied herself for any reaction. Perhaps this was a test of the girl by Barovsky. She didn't have any doubt that she'd put the girl down, however she responded.
The girl was impassive however, and so she stepped back by the door and opened the file for a quick look. Her eyebrow quirked. Not a godling then. A sentient. Now that was interesting. She'd known a few in her time. One of the few creatures out there that were grudgingly tolerated in the Atharim, though watched closely. Like Furia, their loyalty was always suspect.
Seth Marx's niece had been one of those and so far had been almost flawless in her work. Well, almost. Once she'd gotten to Moscow and reconnected with Seth, she'd gone and looked both of them up. Under their watch, a godling, Jaxen Marveet, had gotten away. This god had infiltrated the Baccarrat mansion, at least to a point and had gotten away. And then their failure. She trusted Seth- as much as she trusted anyone, really- and the girl had taken one to the gut in the process. She supposed blood earned trust .Though, come to think of it, a traitor could do that too. Not that she suspected Rune, not really. Furia and a god? But it was just a reminder that no one was above suspicion.
But anyway, the file told an interesting story. And she knew why Barovsky disliked her. The girl had been part of a family of creatures he'd stalked for years and had succeeded in only putting one down. That had to piss him off. She wasn't sure if he was more upset that the girl herself was alive and walking around, apparently unharmed, or that she had killed her father, the one who was source of all of this. It was only natural to be territorial when it came to prey, she knew all too well. And Sentients....well, they were worse than Furia. Their power was offensive, rather than passive. Why had she been allowed to live? Surely not just to take out her father.
In the midst of reading, she heard the Barovsky mention Brandon. She looked up at him, face a frown. This girl was to kill the man who called himself Ascendancy? "The first and oldest god"? It almost seemed laughable. She felt a twinge of irritation too. She wanted to hunt the man. It belonged to the Order to hunt him, not a girl whose very nature made her suspect. No. No, it had to be something else. Another test of Barovsky's.
She looked at him for a moment and then at the back of the girl's head and then him again, letting him see the question on her face.