10-12-2016, 11:18 AM
As the agents filled him in with the scant amount of confirmed details of just what happened, Alric and the other Barrier agents remained calm while digesting this information. It was too late now to panic over it. The Ascendancy was up and about now with no visible trace of injuries. The common theme was that the man brought in was one of the Ascendants under Vellas’ control. He hadn’t seen that man around before and he was more than curious as to where a man of his position would be if not here.
He turned once the agent he was conversing with fell silent and looked past him at Viktor. “Thank you, Deputy-Consul. I apologize for the inconvenience.” Alric understood the man decently well; following the Ascendancy and watching over him allowed him to learn of most of his immediate help. He also understood that Viktor could make things inconvenient for him so there was no need to be rash and annoy the man just yet. Giving a quick nod to the others, he turned to follow the Consol.
Alric wasn’t concerned any further by the Consul nor his own personal assumptions about the man. As quiet as a church mouse, he followed along behind Viktor, going so far as to slip his hands in his pockets, a measured action to indicate this man’s importance to him. Once he indicated which room he did offer a nod with a small friendly smile before entering the room. That gesture was removed as soon as he withdrew his hands and opened the door to be replaced with a smooth business like expression.
The door was opened just enough for him to slip in, then quickly close it. Alric heard the Mr. James mention the detective which made him question his earlier assumption of him being under Vellas’ control. After he opened his coat and holding his hand in front of him, he stood to the right of the Ascendancy, keeping a respectful distance towards their conversation space but also providing clear lines of fire. He took the time to scan the room, then looked towards the three other men. Surprise colored his eyes as he looked over the Ascendancy’s person and the Sigma. Seeing Marcus still lying about in bed obviously displeased him, but he didn’t spare the man another glance.
As Nikolai’s conversation reached a brief lull, Alric stepped closer. “I’ve brought your clothes, Ascendancy.” He kept his voice pitched low so as not to interfere with the continuing conversation and to show respect for the men. Turning his attention to Nikolai’s conversation partner, he thanked him, wanting to convey his gratitude immediately and taking advantage of the lull to do so unobtrusively.
He turned once the agent he was conversing with fell silent and looked past him at Viktor. “Thank you, Deputy-Consul. I apologize for the inconvenience.” Alric understood the man decently well; following the Ascendancy and watching over him allowed him to learn of most of his immediate help. He also understood that Viktor could make things inconvenient for him so there was no need to be rash and annoy the man just yet. Giving a quick nod to the others, he turned to follow the Consol.
Alric wasn’t concerned any further by the Consul nor his own personal assumptions about the man. As quiet as a church mouse, he followed along behind Viktor, going so far as to slip his hands in his pockets, a measured action to indicate this man’s importance to him. Once he indicated which room he did offer a nod with a small friendly smile before entering the room. That gesture was removed as soon as he withdrew his hands and opened the door to be replaced with a smooth business like expression.
The door was opened just enough for him to slip in, then quickly close it. Alric heard the Mr. James mention the detective which made him question his earlier assumption of him being under Vellas’ control. After he opened his coat and holding his hand in front of him, he stood to the right of the Ascendancy, keeping a respectful distance towards their conversation space but also providing clear lines of fire. He took the time to scan the room, then looked towards the three other men. Surprise colored his eyes as he looked over the Ascendancy’s person and the Sigma. Seeing Marcus still lying about in bed obviously displeased him, but he didn’t spare the man another glance.
As Nikolai’s conversation reached a brief lull, Alric stepped closer. “I’ve brought your clothes, Ascendancy.” He kept his voice pitched low so as not to interfere with the continuing conversation and to show respect for the men. Turning his attention to Nikolai’s conversation partner, he thanked him, wanting to convey his gratitude immediately and taking advantage of the lull to do so unobtrusively.