10-01-2013, 09:10 AM
Jensen's reaction was not unexpected. As he backed away with his hands pressed against his head, Tony waited, poised to strike out with a weave that would bring sleep.
It was dangerous though, and he would rather avoid any displays. He could probably deflect suspicion because the man was drunk and looked exhausted, but still, if someone was looking for the signs, it would be a beacon pointing towards Tony, and he would not endanger his plans for the sake of one man.
The woman's reaction was perhaps more intriguing. She turned to him with a knowing smile, but did not give her name -probably a sensible precaution for someone who was still officially alive, he guessed. Being dead did have its perks.
"Maybe someone should walk you home. Someone who knows the area. These streets are no place for a drunk preacher."
A preacher? What the fuck is going on? How the hell does she know that? Well...at least it explains a few things...
She hadn't shown any sign of recognition when she had spotted them, nor did she seem overly willing to help him out as a friend would. Her smile was one of a cat toying with a mouse. She would play nice for now, but she knew she could finish the game when she wished. Very interesting.
The thoughts were fleeting, although he knew it was a good suggestion. At the moment, however, he was focused not on the man's past, but the potential to bring the entire building down upon their fucking heads.
Of course, it wasn't likely - he probably didn't have enough power to do something like that yet - but a desperate man with powers such as he had could be very dangerous.
Torn, he kept the weave steady, but finally decided to tread the fine line - after all, his plans were nothing if not ambtious. "The young lady is right,"
he said in a soft voice, fixing Jensen with a steady gaze. He would need to know the second the man thought of using the power. "You need to get home and have some rest. Come,"
Tony gestured towards the door, "I'll help you get back."
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Oct 1 2013, 09:14 AM.
It was dangerous though, and he would rather avoid any displays. He could probably deflect suspicion because the man was drunk and looked exhausted, but still, if someone was looking for the signs, it would be a beacon pointing towards Tony, and he would not endanger his plans for the sake of one man.
The woman's reaction was perhaps more intriguing. She turned to him with a knowing smile, but did not give her name -probably a sensible precaution for someone who was still officially alive, he guessed. Being dead did have its perks.
"Maybe someone should walk you home. Someone who knows the area. These streets are no place for a drunk preacher."
A preacher? What the fuck is going on? How the hell does she know that? Well...at least it explains a few things...
She hadn't shown any sign of recognition when she had spotted them, nor did she seem overly willing to help him out as a friend would. Her smile was one of a cat toying with a mouse. She would play nice for now, but she knew she could finish the game when she wished. Very interesting.
The thoughts were fleeting, although he knew it was a good suggestion. At the moment, however, he was focused not on the man's past, but the potential to bring the entire building down upon their fucking heads.
Of course, it wasn't likely - he probably didn't have enough power to do something like that yet - but a desperate man with powers such as he had could be very dangerous.
Torn, he kept the weave steady, but finally decided to tread the fine line - after all, his plans were nothing if not ambtious. "The young lady is right,"
he said in a soft voice, fixing Jensen with a steady gaze. He would need to know the second the man thought of using the power. "You need to get home and have some rest. Come,"
Tony gestured towards the door, "I'll help you get back."
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Oct 1 2013, 09:14 AM.