01-12-2015, 04:52 PM
Today was the day. The convocation and Father Stone's unveiling. Martin wondered what the Regus had in mind but in his full robes of black he knew it meant only one thing, the only curiosity was that of how. He smiled to himself in the mirror and he finished the last bit of shaving he had to do. Underneath the black robes, he wore nothing but black, a black silk shirt and black jeans and a blood red tie. He had every intention of speaking to his newest charge today after the deed was done.
He'd read through every report the girl had been in on, and those she'd filed herself. The Regus had been correct she had a knack for what seemed the impossible, single handledly killed an Ijiraq. The Regus had included the dranaika, probably on Stone's word, as the traitors notes indicated he thought she was lying, but she claimed she'd found the mess and was cleaning it up.
She appeared to follow orders. Was trained Furia. Furia were good trackers. Martin would have to talk to Antoinette Cailot. Her last handler in the Vatican. Martin vaguely remembered the sequestered girl she drug along with her on runs. Ms Cailot had claimed the girls senses were extraordinary and that they'd saved her life. No wonder, Martin wondered if the woman knew of Aria's talents beyond being extra sensitive as a Furia.
Martin wondered how many other Furia were Sentient. Could it be possible? He would have to tell the Regus his thoughts on that matter.
The world was about to change today. The dedication of the Atharim, the remnant of the remnant was about to become stronger. Their will to preserver was going to be honed. They would fight Gods once again, and they would prevail. The first God of course was the Ascendancy. He intended to milk every ounce of potential from the girl before he let her die to that cause, fulfilling her sentence. He hated working with her, but he would use whatever tool was necessary to finish the job.
Martin pulled the hood of his black robe over his head, there was no way anyone would know who he was inside unless they were much shorter than he and looking up into the cowl. The seal of the High Inquisitor sat proudly on his breast. It would be the last time he would wear that sigil.
Martin walked through the back halls to the Regus' office. There were more people here than usual, many having been called home for this austere meeting. There was a certain hush that fell over the Atharim that saw Martin walking down the path that made Martin smile. He wondered what they were thinking. Soon he'd have a puppy on a leash who could tell him exactly that.
Edited by Borovsky, Jan 12 2015, 04:54 PM.
He'd read through every report the girl had been in on, and those she'd filed herself. The Regus had been correct she had a knack for what seemed the impossible, single handledly killed an Ijiraq. The Regus had included the dranaika, probably on Stone's word, as the traitors notes indicated he thought she was lying, but she claimed she'd found the mess and was cleaning it up.
She appeared to follow orders. Was trained Furia. Furia were good trackers. Martin would have to talk to Antoinette Cailot. Her last handler in the Vatican. Martin vaguely remembered the sequestered girl she drug along with her on runs. Ms Cailot had claimed the girls senses were extraordinary and that they'd saved her life. No wonder, Martin wondered if the woman knew of Aria's talents beyond being extra sensitive as a Furia.
Martin wondered how many other Furia were Sentient. Could it be possible? He would have to tell the Regus his thoughts on that matter.
The world was about to change today. The dedication of the Atharim, the remnant of the remnant was about to become stronger. Their will to preserver was going to be honed. They would fight Gods once again, and they would prevail. The first God of course was the Ascendancy. He intended to milk every ounce of potential from the girl before he let her die to that cause, fulfilling her sentence. He hated working with her, but he would use whatever tool was necessary to finish the job.
Martin pulled the hood of his black robe over his head, there was no way anyone would know who he was inside unless they were much shorter than he and looking up into the cowl. The seal of the High Inquisitor sat proudly on his breast. It would be the last time he would wear that sigil.
Martin walked through the back halls to the Regus' office. There were more people here than usual, many having been called home for this austere meeting. There was a certain hush that fell over the Atharim that saw Martin walking down the path that made Martin smile. He wondered what they were thinking. Soon he'd have a puppy on a leash who could tell him exactly that.
Edited by Borovsky, Jan 12 2015, 04:54 PM.