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On the Heights
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He might have been surprised to see Michael, but the man's character was consistent with coming here on his own initiative. To do what, exactly, had yet to be determined. Nikolai himself had yet to decide on the specific course of action, but there was only one of two possible ways to handle it. Either the man would live or he would die. If he lived, it would be because Nikolai saw a potential advantage in willing it. If he died, it was because the disadvantages outweighed the alternative. Simple and clean. So why had Michael come?

"You should have brought this to my attention. I can't deal with them all, but this one certainly deserves a special hand. You think you could have handled him alone?"
Nikolai's gaze roamed upon Michael, testing him even as he studied him, and finding him lacking - not in talent, but in raw time.

"As we are both here. We will take him together. As to how?"
The shadow of a smile briefly darkened his focus. "We shall knock on the front door."


Such was a good place to start, and it was the civil thing to do.

They approached the house as a pair. Although they were certainly not equals. Nikolai strode half a step ahead of Michael, but only to keep his periphery clear. His focus was razor sharp even without the enhancement of his powers. Like Michael said, the beacon within was powerful enough to level the street, and Nik was not going to die today.

He signaled to the others to prepare before knocking. Alric and a second guard took positions flanking the front door. The third man rounded to the back of the house.

That left him and Michael seemingly alone on the front patio. The beacon had honed in on the front room of the house. Perhaps watching television?

Without preamble, the Ascendancy knocked a loud, triumphant knock on the front door. One impossible to ignore.
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[No subject] - by Michael Vellas - 09-14-2014, 11:26 AM
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[No subject] - by Michael Vellas - 09-19-2014, 04:39 AM
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[No subject] - by Michael Vellas - 09-23-2014, 11:15 AM
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[No subject] - by Michael Vellas - 10-21-2014, 12:04 PM
[No subject] - by Ascendancy - 10-25-2014, 12:23 PM
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