01-09-2024, 11:49 PM
Jaxen couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped by Zephyr’s ticklish chest-hair twirling. Then again, it was possible that he was squeamish by the notion of fucking around with Ascendancy’s pride and couldn't sit still. “Oh you won’t be able to kill him,” he mused. “Not that I want you to kill anyone. I am going on record as being anti-murder..” He fixed her with a look that said he didn’t want to know if murder was in her plans. He explained farther.
“But I was there the night of the ball. I felt his power, and just to take a minute to brag, I’m pretty fucking impressive myself,” he flexed just to show off the body she so enjoyed, though he meant his capacity with the ancient power, “but he has so much power, it’s like comparing a snowflake to a glacier.” Maybe a bit of an over-exaggeration, but then again, maybe not. “You could ambush him with ten channelers, and I don’t think it would be enough to bring him down.”
But as he looked at the ceiling, he pondered how he could use a certain ‘gift’ left to him by the alien people. His preliminary tests of the invisibility blanket showed that he did not appear on cameras when wearing it. He hadn’t checked thermosensitive cameras, yet, or anything that measured body reactions like heart rate, but he had a feeling he would be invisible to such devices.
“Let’s say, hypothetically, someone, ahem, me, was able to get inside the Kremlin.” He paused for a moment to cock a brow at her, “Not to kill anyone,” he added, “but is there anything I could do in there that might oh, I don’t know, stir shit up?”
“But I was there the night of the ball. I felt his power, and just to take a minute to brag, I’m pretty fucking impressive myself,” he flexed just to show off the body she so enjoyed, though he meant his capacity with the ancient power, “but he has so much power, it’s like comparing a snowflake to a glacier.” Maybe a bit of an over-exaggeration, but then again, maybe not. “You could ambush him with ten channelers, and I don’t think it would be enough to bring him down.”
But as he looked at the ceiling, he pondered how he could use a certain ‘gift’ left to him by the alien people. His preliminary tests of the invisibility blanket showed that he did not appear on cameras when wearing it. He hadn’t checked thermosensitive cameras, yet, or anything that measured body reactions like heart rate, but he had a feeling he would be invisible to such devices.
“Let’s say, hypothetically, someone, ahem, me, was able to get inside the Kremlin.” He paused for a moment to cock a brow at her, “Not to kill anyone,” he added, “but is there anything I could do in there that might oh, I don’t know, stir shit up?”