12-07-2023, 11:47 PM
“You can say I did well. The odds were against you.” Maksim showed Alistair a view of his massive garage, holding the collection of multiple exotic supercars. The image was of Maksim himself leaning on his newest acquisition, a Veyron X7, posed in front of the others. As he showed the image to Alistair, he offered an invitation. “I will take you for a ride. You’ll never have as much fun,” he bragged.
He offered Alistair his Wallet contact, and intended to talk more about his next match, and who he was going up against when a familiar face suddenly presented itself to him. His eyes flared wide in surprise and was rendered quite speechless. Of course he recognized Iáson. Maksim’s study trailed up and down his body. This time, though dressed in dark colors, he was just as stylish as he had been in the white suit. Under different circumstances, Maksim might have asked him where he shopped. Instead, he bought his time by deflecting the attention to his wife — who knew he’d been healed by Ascendancy’s “Iáson” and knew that he had revealed his face when he probably shouldn’t — and as Maksim looked at her, he tried to silently convey that’s exactly who was standing in front of them. Strangely, Ezvin appeared moments after Iáson. Of course, he didn’t have time to glean anyone's reaction as the first sparks from an overhead light sprayed down upon them. He flinched immediately to protect Alina. He used his arms to hold over her in an attempt to catch the sparks before they burned her bare shoulders, then he attempted to rush her out of the fiery spray, but no where was safe.
“Fuck me,” he muttered to himself once it was over, shaking his forearms after a spray of the sparks burned his skin. After that, there were a few moments of complete darkness. The party, previously filled with music, then the noise and chaos of the electrical storm, now held its collective breath. Then, one by one, lights erupted from everyone’s Wallet screens. Faces were illuminated in the strange shadows, and Maksim did the same, using it to check on his wife. It was an eerie scene.
He touched her cheek, “Are you okay? Did any of it land on you?” he asked, palms grazing her body carefully even as his own throbbed. If she was hurt, he knew exactly who to ask for help.
He offered Alistair his Wallet contact, and intended to talk more about his next match, and who he was going up against when a familiar face suddenly presented itself to him. His eyes flared wide in surprise and was rendered quite speechless. Of course he recognized Iáson. Maksim’s study trailed up and down his body. This time, though dressed in dark colors, he was just as stylish as he had been in the white suit. Under different circumstances, Maksim might have asked him where he shopped. Instead, he bought his time by deflecting the attention to his wife — who knew he’d been healed by Ascendancy’s “Iáson” and knew that he had revealed his face when he probably shouldn’t — and as Maksim looked at her, he tried to silently convey that’s exactly who was standing in front of them. Strangely, Ezvin appeared moments after Iáson. Of course, he didn’t have time to glean anyone's reaction as the first sparks from an overhead light sprayed down upon them. He flinched immediately to protect Alina. He used his arms to hold over her in an attempt to catch the sparks before they burned her bare shoulders, then he attempted to rush her out of the fiery spray, but no where was safe.
“Fuck me,” he muttered to himself once it was over, shaking his forearms after a spray of the sparks burned his skin. After that, there were a few moments of complete darkness. The party, previously filled with music, then the noise and chaos of the electrical storm, now held its collective breath. Then, one by one, lights erupted from everyone’s Wallet screens. Faces were illuminated in the strange shadows, and Maksim did the same, using it to check on his wife. It was an eerie scene.
He touched her cheek, “Are you okay? Did any of it land on you?” he asked, palms grazing her body carefully even as his own throbbed. If she was hurt, he knew exactly who to ask for help.