06-08-2018, 03:30 PM
Scion Marveet
PPC
"I am more philanthropic than one might guess by looking at me, I suppose. I come from humble origins myself."
His smile lingered on the sharpness of his tongue, knowing that of the two of them, she was the more privileged of the pair. What had this girl done to earn her lavish lifestyle other than draw a lucky hand? There was a reason that Ascendancy only chose those from whom built their own success to be his advisers. Scion was only a logical addition to the circle of influence.
What a circle it was, too. As the girl withdrew, he did not stop her a second time. Instead, his gaze lifted beyond her slender shoulders only to land on someone that was her exist antithesis. Marcus DuBois, the urchin turned intern turned Consul. There was no mistaking the cut of his shoulders or the profile of his face. Scion vaguely recalled encountering the Sigma out at some restaurant at some point. However, now that the intern was elevated to position of actual power in the government, his name was cemented in the mind of many whom may be thought as competitors - or perhaps - as enemies.
A low growl rumbled the back of his throat as the young consul led some woman away. Another target to pursue, but with his promotion, would be all the more difficult to destroy given the change in his status. Too many foreigners cluttered the upper echelons of their government, and when Scion's time came to enter the arena, the field needed culling first.
Vena found him a few moments later. The dark-haired beauty smiled up at him such that the darkness was chased from his expression. Scion smiled in return and offered to lead her for a dance. As he did, he realized the new Consul was likewise present, and an idea formed.
He swept Vena up in his arms and the pair made an elegant coupling. He squeezed her slender hand a moment, pricked her gaze with a silent one of his own, and lead them through the motions.
Their conversation went something along the lines of:
"These ascendants are smartly attired,"
"Handsome and authoritative,"
"Powerful as well. Did you know what they did to that Andlain criminal?"
"Remarkable."
"Favored by Ascendancy."
"Favored by Moscow."
"Favored by D1 itself."
"To think of what they will lead for our nation. The influence and power."
"But are they military?"
"What of that new Consulate I've heard about."
"I think they are not under their jurisdiction?"
"That's what the rumors say."
"I wonder if that bothers that new Consul."
"Maybe he can't control them anyway?"
"Is that another rumor?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"He is young. Give him time."
"The time is now. Maybe one with more experience should lead."
"You are too swift to criticize."
"Luckily it is not my place to make such decisions. I am only a humble citizen."
PPC
"I am more philanthropic than one might guess by looking at me, I suppose. I come from humble origins myself."
His smile lingered on the sharpness of his tongue, knowing that of the two of them, she was the more privileged of the pair. What had this girl done to earn her lavish lifestyle other than draw a lucky hand? There was a reason that Ascendancy only chose those from whom built their own success to be his advisers. Scion was only a logical addition to the circle of influence.
What a circle it was, too. As the girl withdrew, he did not stop her a second time. Instead, his gaze lifted beyond her slender shoulders only to land on someone that was her exist antithesis. Marcus DuBois, the urchin turned intern turned Consul. There was no mistaking the cut of his shoulders or the profile of his face. Scion vaguely recalled encountering the Sigma out at some restaurant at some point. However, now that the intern was elevated to position of actual power in the government, his name was cemented in the mind of many whom may be thought as competitors - or perhaps - as enemies.
A low growl rumbled the back of his throat as the young consul led some woman away. Another target to pursue, but with his promotion, would be all the more difficult to destroy given the change in his status. Too many foreigners cluttered the upper echelons of their government, and when Scion's time came to enter the arena, the field needed culling first.
Vena found him a few moments later. The dark-haired beauty smiled up at him such that the darkness was chased from his expression. Scion smiled in return and offered to lead her for a dance. As he did, he realized the new Consul was likewise present, and an idea formed.
He swept Vena up in his arms and the pair made an elegant coupling. He squeezed her slender hand a moment, pricked her gaze with a silent one of his own, and lead them through the motions.
Their conversation went something along the lines of:
"These ascendants are smartly attired,"
"Handsome and authoritative,"
"Powerful as well. Did you know what they did to that Andlain criminal?"
"Remarkable."
"Favored by Ascendancy."
"Favored by Moscow."
"Favored by D1 itself."
"To think of what they will lead for our nation. The influence and power."
"But are they military?"
"What of that new Consulate I've heard about."
"I think they are not under their jurisdiction?"
"That's what the rumors say."
"I wonder if that bothers that new Consul."
"Maybe he can't control them anyway?"
"Is that another rumor?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"He is young. Give him time."
"The time is now. Maybe one with more experience should lead."
"You are too swift to criticize."
"Luckily it is not my place to make such decisions. I am only a humble citizen."