07-27-2021, 02:42 PM
Cruz patted the pocketed coin after the glance to where it was stored. It was a curiousity. And the fact that she was intriqued b it also begged to question why?
Though that was for later. Intellectual debates were few and far between -- specially with smeone who could talk the same hidden languae however be it with a different accent so to speak. "Thank you, Zhenya" Her name a strange like a strange flavor on his lips. Conversations his father and grand father might be having and not him. Things had changed for him. It made him smile.
"I know the terrible side of what the gift has given us. My teacher, mentor whatever you want to call him is just a boy -- a few years older than I am who is a self proclaimed weapon. That's all he sees what he can do as. But I've never seen him throw a fireball at a bank vault to get the contents inside. Not saying he couldn't. And not saying anyone else like him, like us won't. It's no different than technology or science in general. I mean look at the theory of relativity. Without it we'd be without the atomic bomb. Someone will always turn the gift into destruction. Doesn't mean we should stop progressing. But protect us -- be my guest. I would be very afraid of my friend if he ever hand the urge to rip apart our lovely city." Cruz shuddered at the thought. Now wasn't the Ascendancy but he could be a just as bad as a nuclear explosion if he wished it. So could he.
Cruz smiled. "But talk of business can be stifling. We have drinks. Music, though tastes could be refined a little." He chuckled softly as the thump thump from the open doors filtered through before closing again to just a the muffled sound of the beat of the club dancing the other side. Cruz pulled the coin from his pocket and tapped it against the sleek surface. "Have you seen one before? My grand father was never much of an antiquities person and my mother would say it goes with nothing I own."
Though that was for later. Intellectual debates were few and far between -- specially with smeone who could talk the same hidden languae however be it with a different accent so to speak. "Thank you, Zhenya" Her name a strange like a strange flavor on his lips. Conversations his father and grand father might be having and not him. Things had changed for him. It made him smile.
"I know the terrible side of what the gift has given us. My teacher, mentor whatever you want to call him is just a boy -- a few years older than I am who is a self proclaimed weapon. That's all he sees what he can do as. But I've never seen him throw a fireball at a bank vault to get the contents inside. Not saying he couldn't. And not saying anyone else like him, like us won't. It's no different than technology or science in general. I mean look at the theory of relativity. Without it we'd be without the atomic bomb. Someone will always turn the gift into destruction. Doesn't mean we should stop progressing. But protect us -- be my guest. I would be very afraid of my friend if he ever hand the urge to rip apart our lovely city." Cruz shuddered at the thought. Now wasn't the Ascendancy but he could be a just as bad as a nuclear explosion if he wished it. So could he.
Cruz smiled. "But talk of business can be stifling. We have drinks. Music, though tastes could be refined a little." He chuckled softly as the thump thump from the open doors filtered through before closing again to just a the muffled sound of the beat of the club dancing the other side. Cruz pulled the coin from his pocket and tapped it against the sleek surface. "Have you seen one before? My grand father was never much of an antiquities person and my mother would say it goes with nothing I own."