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Blinded - Ascendancy - 11-08-2018
It was not often that dreams wracked his sleep, but the night of the ball was filled with torment. Something chased him through the city streets he could never quite glimpse. The walls closed in as he ducked through allies. The sky darkened and finally he was cornered. When he turned to face his assailant, it was while brimming with the power of the universe, power he unleashed with everything he had. Then it all burned and he woke from licking flames searing his skin.
He was slicked with sweat when he attempted to regain his bearings. The disconcerting moments that followed swirled a man like lost in a snowstorm. When recognition of his surroundings settled, it was not comforting. The gilded rooms were dark and hollow; palace of the tsars a cavernous, cold marble. He ripped the blankets from his lap and angrily stalked toward a shower.
Anger billowed like the power from his dream. At whom the anger was directed was as indecipherable as the assailant chasing him throughout it. Stalked in his own home, teased and mocked by the Atharim, humiliated before his aristocracy, and impotent to defend himself, he trembled with fury throughout the entire ordeal of the morning. The routine itself was a show; even the pristine way his hair was combed was but another masquerade. But the costume was donned as it was daily. Imagery was everything to him. Identity was nothing but what others assigned. The weakness and impotence displayed at the ball could be erased from the minds of those present if repainted and replaced. Persistence, he told himself, was key; and patience.
When he emerged from his rooms, a studious examination fell upon the first staffer he encountered in the Executive Offices of the Ascendancy. They quickly averted their gaze and hurried about their business. It only soured his already thin demeanor. Only his Deputy-Consul Chief of Staff, Viktor was brave enough to approach.
The rest of the morning was spent mitigating fallout from the ball. He wrote personal messages to each of the attendees, or at least drafted a template message for the staffers to customize to each guest before approving their distribution. Most of the contents were similar, inquiring about their wellbeing, ensuring his own and the strength of the Kremlin, promises to avenge the flagrant disrespect shown to them, vows to protect from further sleights, gratitude for support, commitment to the Custody’s missions foreign and domestic, so on and so forth. Finally, he asked to see Alexandrova sometime mid-morning. The look on her face the previous evening was not lost on Nikolai. Clearly, she required a conversation about topics she dared not confront without invitation: namely, Evelyn. Some of his simmering mood was lidded behind the mask of the man named Nikolai Brandon by the time she arrived. He would be careful as handling fine china because Alexandrova was valuable to him for many reasons. Offending her was not something he desired, the opposite actually. But at one point, he had to share an insight to a truth he’d never reveal completely to anyone. “I need Evelyn, you must see that.” She may assume he meant to manipulate the pretty, young American, but there was a stretch to his voice that he wasn’t sure he obscured perfectly. His gaze settled on something far-sighted when Alexandrova asked a pointed question that she eventually retracted. Nik didn’t know the answer himself and had little inclination to delve in search of it.
Evelyn would be departing Moscow in the coming days. Her entourage of American politicians had come to its end, and Nikolai grew increasingly sharper as the time for their parting drew near. He understood the need, but the box of reason was wrapped with barbed wire for ribbon in his mind. Logic, cold and calculated, became his central dogma. Others noticed it, the mask was more transparent than before, but remained. Only one brief moment when Evelyn squeezed his hand under the table of a state dinner did the façade fade and the man within revealed. He centered himself on her, and the epiphany that flashed through his mind was startling.
In that moment, he came to a decision.
Later, he inquired about the state of communications with the resurrected Atharim Regus. Another was named from Vatican City, but Nikolai barely bothered with the news. It was obvious the Atharim were choosing new tactics and the Catholic Church was careful to toe their association with an apparent terrorist organization. It was only for the love of his Catholic citizenship that he did not denounce the entire church the same time he did the Atharim. To reveal the truth of their demonic allegiance would throw the world’s largest religious organization into chaos, and that was a play Nikolai would save for only the direst of moments.
Instead, he guessed where the real power behind the Atharim slept, and such was a beast he wanted to rouse. Thus far, his messages to Armande were undeliverable or unanswered.
His mood was nearly reconsolidated when the cabaret was brought to his attention. In the shadows of a long evening alone in his office, he watched the video in its entirety. Every shred of footage as could be recovered from social media outbursts to reaction from the street, he consumed it all.
That was the first moment in his life he feared his control over the CCD was slipping.
“Kill them all,” he told Viktor coldly.
“Deserved, Ascendancy, but I advise against so harsh a reaction.” Viktor responded unflinchingly.
Nik fixed him with a stare that dared him to question the order a second time.
But Viktor was unwavering, and logic was slow to trickle through the cracks of blind fury. “Only the owner. Then strip the theater of everything not bolted down and turn it into a school for the impoverished. I want everyone on that stage tonight to lose everything. They won’t be able to get a job cleaning the toilets after the Custody is done with them.”
Viktor nodded. “And Scion Marveet’s son?”
Nikolai fixed the frozen image of Jaxen’s smirking, smug face in his view.
“Send him a message he won’t forget. Then bring Scion to me.”
RE: Blinded - Evelyn - 11-20-2018
Following the ball, a great deal of pressure was put upon them to return to the States. Everyone from her constituents, to the President, to her mom insisted she return home as soon as possible. It took a good half-day of her best persuasion to insist that would only make them seem cowardly, which was the exact opposite intention for her trip. Truth be told, Evelyn was a necessary image of stability for the world. Her faith in their safety helped reassure the public at large. Nobody wanted to see the Moscow-centered market destabilized, even if her friend Secretary Trano preferred otherwise. A weak CCD only hurt everyone, but her logic fell on deaf ears. The longer she tried, the less convincing she was, but only because she was above bloviating endlessly.
It was at a State dinner the evening before their departure when a moment caught her breath. She was speaking with one of the ambassadors from southeast Asian dominance when Nikolai caught her eye. It was like the chaos of the ball was obliterated, though she knew others hadn’t forgotten. There was so much potential there that if only she could harness it and wield its power for the greater good, she knew they’d be successful. It was reinvigorating, the epiphany. The rest of the evening even Evelyn was aware of the shift in her mood. She was almost excited to be going home if only to begin a campaign that would guide her to the greatest service her life could be devoted to leading.
It was well before dawn the next day when employees came for her luggage. She was dressed in a (Chanel) travel suit and wrinkle-free blouse along with simple jewelry that wouldn’t alarm the security detection systems at the airport. “Everything is over there,” she gestured near the door and continued her final checks of email while it was carried out.
RE: Blinded - Ascendancy - 11-22-2018
It wasn’t spur of the moment that carried Nikolai to these doors. He was acutely aware of the Americans’ impending departure, if only for the slow burn in his gut for what that meant. Unaccustomed to the throes of excitement let alone nervousness, the emotion was unsettling. So it was with confidence threaded with the strands of a plan that he was outwardly so calm. Her doors were already parted awaiting staffers to retrieve her luggage. She did not look up when he entered, fixated on her messages for the moment as she was. Evelyn was a serene willow of a woman, the line of whom was drenched in sunlight that promised to not bend even in the greatest of hales.
The plainness of her orders tugged at one of his brows. It was with only a moment’s hesitation that he seized the power of the universe. Trickle though it was, echoes of greater torrents threatened to fracture the dam that held back those terrible memories. He was woefully ignorant of the creature that attacked him three times, but neither was it lost upon him that one of their number was more learned in the mythos. Nox knew their name and how to kill them. Marcus and Nikolai knew from experience, but Nox knew first-hand: knew more. The Atharim channeler was likely to be more valuable than Nikolai originally credited. There was a need in that police-force, Domovoi, for someone with such arcane knowledge. Nox would need a job.. These were thoughts for later, though.
The power funneled to the luggage and lifted them with the ease of moving feathers. Task completed, he clasped his hands behind his back and watched her silently a moment longer.
“What else, my Lady?” He called, a smile touching patient lips for her realization to surface.
RE: Blinded - Evelyn - 11-27-2018
Her heart fluttered when she heard his voice. The biography books never said Ascendancy was chivalrous, a secret only Evelyn owned. A playful streak curled her spine and tickled her lips. The great Ascendancy, that ominous figure at world’s helm, her servant for the moment? Her smile pondered a great many things, but it was a flick of the wrist that guided him nearer. “The fire has died, and my tea has gone cold.” A silly, flirty thing to say, and as soon as she did it felt foolish and girlish, but the way he looked at her was beguiling. No other woman in the world won his attention like this, she was certain.
So handsome and calm, like he was alone on the pedestal guiding everyone else because none came close to comparison to him. His eyes clasped her soul, clear and blue like the sea struck by starlight. The obsidian of his neatly combed hair was all the darker above those crystal eyes. “What are you doing here? I thought we already said good-bye in the Palace hall?” She hoped that formal declaration was not the end of their parting words, but neither could she say as much in front of the press. She caught herself staring more than once. The way he interacted with the press, although hand-selected members of the Kremlin corps, was absolutely legendary.
RE: Blinded - Ascendancy - 01-01-2019
With a flash, the girl from the United States blinked away and a lady of bygone ages appeared. The role was briefly played, but Evelyn’s regal countenance was apparent. A sweetness soon replaced the act, brief as it was. For a moment, Nikolai wondered which was the façade and which was the authentic woman hiding behind.
Regardless, a sweetness floated to the surface that first grasped his attention. Evelyn was on one hand equally innocent and incorruptible as she was shrewd and smart. He stepped further within as the power drained aside. A pleasant company took its place.
“Did we say goodbye?” The question was rhetorical, of course, as a flame lit his pulse. Before he knew it, his steps ushered him near and her hands were curled in his. More seconds passed than Nik realized before mindfulness pricked the bubble of the moment.
“Your plane is scheduled to depart, but trust me, it will not leave without you. Unless I decide to kidnap you and keep you for myself.” Humor was foreign for Nik, but somehow the idea seemed fitting as her hand curled tighter in his. She did not seem averse to the idea.
“There’s something I want to show you before you leave. I promise you’ll make your flight on time.”
Their hands released by the time they returned to the public halls of the Kremlin. Yet he hovered near her shoulder the entire time he led the way. The Kremlin was their palace, his fortress, but the exterior grounds might as well be Evelyn’s gardens. Even in winter, they were immaculately kept. A helicopter was warming up as they arrived. Nik wondered whether the young Representative ever rode in one, and he led her fearlessly forward.
RE: Blinded - Evelyn - 01-17-2019
Swift as a sneaking wind, Ascendancy – Nikolai – approached. His stride direct and steady, but it was the rapture in his eyes that cusped Evelyn in the throes of surprise. Thoughts swarmed like leaves caught on that swirling wind, flashes that Evelyn could hardly grasp their meaning before they were gone again.
How could the world’s most powerful man find her so fascinating? Obviously it was because Evelyn was a darling star that clearly the whole of the country found their sweetheart, and while the recognition was humbling, she found the notion of Ascendancy’s heart captured by flattering fame an oddity. Yet the hands of a man who rewrote the history of the world now closed around her own. The closeness of his chest beckoned her cheek just to ride the breaths drawn within. She forced herself to withhold the winds of the gale threatening to sweep her asunder by sheer determination to hold to dignity. Awareness of an open doorway floated near as well.
What was she doing in return? It all seemed so transient, their lives flickering flames in the eons of time, that for a heartbeat, she did not care about lines on a map and flags in the air: only him. This brilliant, gorgeous man that needed her so fiercely, she could hardly abandon him now despite the journey ahead.
Smiles and the slip of her fingers from his marked their exodus from the Kremlin. Fresh air flushed the red warming her cheeks, hopefully sharpened her tongue and her wit. Her head was held high as she shared his shoulder, all too aware of those that glanced her direction. Somehow she managed to send a message that she would be meeting the delegation at the airport ahead of the departure time moments before the whirring of a helicopter floated her hair about her shoulders.
As Nikolai likely surmised, this was indeed her first ascent nestled in the belly of such a machine. Nikolai climbed into his seat like normal men might climb into a minivan, mundane and ordinary. Supple leather cushioned her back, sleek straps secured her place. Two pilots and two other men joined them: one of whom wore the grays and chains of those Rods of Dominion. The flash of a smile attempted to break the solemn atmosphere wafting from those certain to be Nikolai’s detail. The handsome, young one she recognized, though was unaware of his name. Whenever video of the Ascendancy broke, this same face hovered within arms’ reach.
Soon, they were lifted easy as a child plucking a babe from the floor. The ground rushed away and the red walls of the Kremlin were lines among the black crawls of the city streets.
A coy look searched Nikolai’s expression. What exactly did he need to show her that needed a helicopter to make the journey.
RE: Blinded - Ascendancy - 01-19-2019
Evelyn wore a brave smile. He recognized it only because it mirrored his own. Helicopter rides were his least favored mode of transportation. Thankfully, the noise of churning engines drowned the sound of his beating heart. She wasn’t afraid as the doors locked them within the metal cage. Eyes lit with the fascinated excitement, she peered out the window with roaming awe for the world below. Nik saw it all before. His hands clenched in his lap, instead, and his gaze studied his knees. It would be over soon, this hurling through the air with not but slim blades keeping them from a thunderous crash.
Decades previously, a life lived in a Siberian Datsan, the Lamas gave him the means to center on the uniformity of reality he constructed entirely within. That practice honed by years of meditation, study and determination perfected the craft of channeling long before the remainder of the world sparked. For all the obstacle mastering those techniques posed, and the decades of time to practice and perfect the foundation that became Nikolai’s ascension over mankind, the art utterly failed him now. Maybe he should order the helicopter to land. Anywhere. Hospital pads, rooftops, the street.
Evelyn’s chatter filled the earphones. Her excitement lifted his gaze momentarily, but inevitably the horizon pulled. His heart fluttered, then the line of the planet blurred and he was sure the seat was falling out from beneath him. Chest tight, throat dry. He couldn't breathe... This plan wasn’t going to work. The reason he abandoned the daily helicopter commute in the first place was from the toll extracted. Foolish, weak minded! This was all in his head!
A hand clenched upon his. The arm pulled aside, he followed the line of his own sleeve to Evelyn’s. Her gaze locked like an anchor, telling him to only look at her. Astonishingly beautiful. Wise beyond her years. Shrewd intelligence tempered with kindness. He swallowed and made himself look only at her until the helicopter reached solid ground again and the curse of the air dispelled. Seconds passed to minutes.
The doors opened and just before releasing her hand, he nodded with relief, Thank you.
Solid ground swelled beneath his feet and within a few steps, resolve returned. The horizon was appropriately low, and in place of the curvature of the earth rolled an expansive grounds of a flat estate. A year ago, he never thought he’d return here. The Atharim were consistently increasing their aggression against him, and it was felt his safety was exponentially increased by residing in the Kremlin fortress full time. He hadn’t minded the move, preferred it actually once it was known he would no longer require the helicopter commute, but the decision was made in an entirely different world from today.
Their path carried them from the landing pad to the house proper. Other than the pilots and requisite security presence, they were essentially alone. In this private bubble, he captured her hand in his and led her inside.
RE: Blinded - Evelyn - 02-06-2019
The biographies of Nikolai Brandon never said described a fear of heights; if it wasn't for her reassurance, she wasn't sure he would have finished the journey without passing out. The boyish gratitude that paled his face fanned a secret spark within. Maybe her own biography would someday share the tale of their first helicopter ride together.
The journey ended at an unusual location. She wasn't sure what to expect, but a house in the countryside was far from her top ten predictions. The house itself was a gorgeous estate. The way that he tugged her along, she barely felt her steps touch the ground. Before she knew it, she was surrounded by an elaborate foyer. Paintings adorned plastered walls. Fresh flowers greeted them from a crystal vase.
She turned in a circle, marveling at the staircase and views of the rear gardens. "It's a lovely house, but why are we here?"
RE: Blinded - Ascendancy - 02-07-2019
Live RP between Ascendancy & Evelyn
Nikolai’s smile was oddly coy. He wasn’t accustomed to this kind of intrigue. While he drew Evelyn through the foyer and into the great room beyond, he found himself genuinely excited. She followed willingly, of course. Questions trailed their heels, but Nikolai needed to explain a few things first.
“This home was originally built by Vladamir Putin when he was President of Russia.”
Evelyn’s sudden tension was understandable.
“During his presidency, he lived here and journeyed to Moscow daily by helicopter. Every president since has done the same.” she seemed to relax slightly, and his thumb stroked her palm.
“You lived here also?” She asked, though she obviously knew the answer. He nodded.
“Until about a year ago. The Atharim became more aggressive, and it was thought my safety was compromised staying here. We’ve since learned the Kremlin is not that much more secure.” No morbid smile twisted his lips with joke. He was completely serious.
But she was not understanding.
“I want to return here someday. When the Regus is defeated and the Atharim are our allies. When we sooth the hurts of the world and peace reigns.” He began to see the first stirrings in her eyes…
He cupped her cheeks and soon knelt before her, “Evelyn,” a sparkle caught the light.
Evelyn thought her heart was going to catch in her throat. This wasn’t possible! What was he saying? He sank and those blue jewels of his eyes pulled hers low.
“Will you do me the immense honor and marry me?”
Tears touched her cheeks.
She couldn’t answer despite the ring that was offered. He went on.
“I want us to live here. To make a life together. To have children and entwine our lives forever.”
She couldn’t speak.
Instead, she sank to her knees, faced before him. When he gathered her to his chest, she found the ring on her finger.
It pained her to take it off again.
Nikolai was no boy. He was surprised by his own excitement accompanying the proposal, but there was a flicker of joy stirred in the gut by placing the ring on her hand. Thus, when she leaned away and removed the priceless gem, a stern frown usurped the remaining warmth within.
“Are you declining?”
She shook her head. “Then why?”
“We cannot announce this. Not until we are free to do so.” The diamond cut edges into her palm.
She cupped the ring to her chest, then took the cross necklace from her neck, slipped the ring alongside the charm of her religion.
“I will cherish this until the day we can speak our vows before the world.”
With that, the frost faded from his soul with the thin rays of Evelyn’s sunshine revealed again. “It will be soon. I swear it.”
Their kiss might have melted the harshest of winters.
RE: Blinded - Ascendancy - 02-07-2019
Never did Nik anticipate a day when he would kneel before anyone. Once the moment came, he felt quite like Cary Grant and the motions were smooth, the tone genuine. He really wouldn’t mind marriage with Evelyn; although the notion of eternal monogamy was a little concerning. Until now, such interludes were short-lived and unentangled with romantic notions.
The helicopter carried Evelyn on to the airport. She would arrive on time, land on the tarmac near the jet, and walk to her plane in full view of everyone to see. She was too humble to appreciate the moment, but Nikolai was amused on her behalf. The Secretary of State hated him. How much Nikolai yearned to listen to the conversation soon to take place in the Oval office.
As for him, he returned to the Kremlin in the back of an unmarked limonene. While obvious that the fortified vehicle carried someone important, it was unclear who. Nikolai worked during the journey. First, connecting with the man soon to become his arm in the western hemisphere. Zacarias Amengual, while technically a criminal, was not that different from the other titans of industry that made up the CCD’s executive leadership. For now, the man operated in a world where laws were against him, but when the world shifted to the Ascendancy’s image, he would transform from criminal to dignitary. Of course, Amengual would not gain the notoriety he craved until the laws were rewritten upon incorporation of the Americas into the Custody. Therefore, Amengual had as much a stake in the movement of nations as Nikolai, symbolically anyway.
Naturally, thoughts of Evelyn crept to mind. A sweet, naïve flower she was, but for all her righteous ideals, she was probably more loyal to him than almost everyone in the Kremlin. A significant thought given how vetted each and every person was: from cleaning crews to Consuls to military officers. They would all die for him, he was certain, but Evelyn would do more. She would sell her soul to a cause she believed in. For now, she believed in him. The thread of her soul was twined in his fingers, maybe even twined with his own, but Nikolai could not trust that she wouldn’t be swayed otherwise once Stateside. The ring she carried bound her to him. A reminder of the price paid for her soul in the name of love. Perhaps they would marry eventually. Until then, she had as much of a reason to see their cause through as Amengual.
Finally, it was communicated that contact with Regus was successful. The invitation accepted. The man lived after all. The Ijiraq suggested as much, but Nik held slim hope that the title was inherited to another. The man glimpsed through the firefight of their basement battle was imprinted into memory despite the brevity of their previous face to face. Endless battles. From everything he learned about Apollyon, the most powerful of the gods reborn, a mantle he carried proudly every day since Garrett Rahvid’s accusation the night Nik acquired his scars, he should have known that an equal would attempt to rise and defeat him. An opposite to himself, but Regus was no equal. While cunning and powerful in his mortal way, Regus was the sort of enemy to respect, which was why he was all the ready to speak with him directly.