10-13-2013, 09:25 AM
In every sense of the word, Alric's startled reaction was normal. Rationalization was integral to human survival. Things the mind could not handle, it dismissed. The witness of wonder right before one's eyes was no guarantee of acceptance. Whether they be face to face with a Dreyken in the dark or sitting aglow beneath the manifestation of God's will, the reactions varied as numerous as grains of sand on the surf. Alric's tension was instinctual, as much as the agent's reaction, Nikolai minded neither and both men's quick recovery gave him confidence: of the competence of his staff and the potential harbored in this man.
With the air cleared, Nikolai continued, though the current of his poise settled once more to his usual countenance. Eventually the world would realize what Nikolai had come to accept in himself. It was a burden to bear, and he fully respected the responsibility of what he was, but by Alric's reaction, he did not desire to unleash too much too fast. The world may flinch and recoil to hell breaking on the surface or it may embrace and welcome enforced salvation. Unfortunately, Nikolai sensed the ever increasing speed of events drawing him unbidden toward some distant whirlpool, sometimes physically sweeping him along. Something urged him to trust the master of the harsh sea rising around him, but his apprehension for deference was inexplicable beyond the general refusal of Fate's advances. Now if he were to control Fate, such would be another story, a god should make his own destiny, he thought briefly. Nikolai's intentions were to craft exactly that.
Pressure dissolved the images altogether and replaced them with aerial maps of the Kremlin grounds. "By now I assume you have determined you are in the Moscow Kremlin. Here you will remain. The physicians have requested continued access to you in the effort to scientifically define you."
At that, a suggestive glimmer crossed his expression. Nikolai entertained the idea, but he knew better. "However, we are indescribable."
The map enlarged to their specific area. The Ascendancy's home was officially the Kremlin Palace, but however impressive, the suites were more befitting Louis XIV, a man overcompensating for his humanity, rather than what a god required. Luxury was one thing, but baroque grotesqueness outside the public domain was unnecessary. Evening company viewed those quarters, but upon their departure, Nikolai always descended to more a comfortable, subterranean level.
"You will remain with me every minute of every day until I have determined you are not a danger,"
that I cannot control. "You are restricted to the grounds, otherwise, and have been called back to active GSG9 duty. However as of now, you are officially transferred to CSS."
To the side, while Alric's file loaded, a DNA reader took a small sample of capillary blood from the Ascendancy's finger, and upon instant verification, in literal blood, he confirmed the executive order. Custody Security Service was ready for their new addition, however the purpose of Alric's shadowing the Ascendancy was to master his powers not transform himself into a human shield. However, Nikolai would not be against another layer of protection between him and the Atharim - or anyone else for that matter.
"You may ask your questions."
With the air cleared, Nikolai continued, though the current of his poise settled once more to his usual countenance. Eventually the world would realize what Nikolai had come to accept in himself. It was a burden to bear, and he fully respected the responsibility of what he was, but by Alric's reaction, he did not desire to unleash too much too fast. The world may flinch and recoil to hell breaking on the surface or it may embrace and welcome enforced salvation. Unfortunately, Nikolai sensed the ever increasing speed of events drawing him unbidden toward some distant whirlpool, sometimes physically sweeping him along. Something urged him to trust the master of the harsh sea rising around him, but his apprehension for deference was inexplicable beyond the general refusal of Fate's advances. Now if he were to control Fate, such would be another story, a god should make his own destiny, he thought briefly. Nikolai's intentions were to craft exactly that.
Pressure dissolved the images altogether and replaced them with aerial maps of the Kremlin grounds. "By now I assume you have determined you are in the Moscow Kremlin. Here you will remain. The physicians have requested continued access to you in the effort to scientifically define you."
At that, a suggestive glimmer crossed his expression. Nikolai entertained the idea, but he knew better. "However, we are indescribable."
The map enlarged to their specific area. The Ascendancy's home was officially the Kremlin Palace, but however impressive, the suites were more befitting Louis XIV, a man overcompensating for his humanity, rather than what a god required. Luxury was one thing, but baroque grotesqueness outside the public domain was unnecessary. Evening company viewed those quarters, but upon their departure, Nikolai always descended to more a comfortable, subterranean level.
"You will remain with me every minute of every day until I have determined you are not a danger,"
that I cannot control. "You are restricted to the grounds, otherwise, and have been called back to active GSG9 duty. However as of now, you are officially transferred to CSS."
To the side, while Alric's file loaded, a DNA reader took a small sample of capillary blood from the Ascendancy's finger, and upon instant verification, in literal blood, he confirmed the executive order. Custody Security Service was ready for their new addition, however the purpose of Alric's shadowing the Ascendancy was to master his powers not transform himself into a human shield. However, Nikolai would not be against another layer of protection between him and the Atharim - or anyone else for that matter.
"You may ask your questions."