02-22-2014, 06:14 AM
Michael found the situation all too uncomfortable. His assumptions had been incorrect it seemed, but how did Dr. Weston know he was a 'Survivor', yet not understand what that meant?
Her confusion over the situation only served to agitate his troubled mind. He was almost too drained both mentally and physically to care, but the knowledge of a potential disaster sustained his singular will to get as many of his subordinates the fuck out of this damn hell hole alive as he could.
The coolness of his voice was at odds with the turmoil in his heart, but he needed the aid of the power now more than ever. "I would explain these 'things' I can do if I could but I hardly understand it myself."
He grasped at one of the more benevolent examples to serve as an explanation. "I might be able to heal a bruise..."
His lack of skill with healing was grating, and the example did not exactly describe the extent of this miraculous power.
Why deny what was already plain?
When he continued, his expression was fixed like a mask. "I think I could destroy most of the camp in minutes if I needed to."
Yes, he thought he could do it. If he spun Fire, Air and Spirit just so he could create enough...
Michael cursed himself silently. The mist creature had shaken him far more than he would like to admit. "Suffice to say, there are many things that I can do,"
he contented himself with saying. He could explain later if he had the chance. For now, he had a boiling volcano of a city to think of. "Can't you feel it? This city is burning with hatred. One wrong step and it will explode. The Ascendancy will need to work more than a miracle to avert a war."
"That thing wanted my blood. It is not a matter of if, but when it comes back."
Michael was sure of it, that face, those eyes...
"If I happened to die under suspicious circumstances. In a situation that looked like a perfect assassination, the military would be forced to act, even if they would probably be glad to be rid of me. We are supposed to be the authority, calming the temper of a wayward child, and children are experts at exploiting weakness."
He was not sure if she understood, but he could see it clearly as if had already happened. "But unlike a child, these fanatics don't know when their parents have reached the limits of their tether. If the military tried to assert it's authority, Hasan would push back, and that is not a situation 200 CCD soldiers want to be in surrounded by hundreds of thousands of angry fanatics."
Her confusion over the situation only served to agitate his troubled mind. He was almost too drained both mentally and physically to care, but the knowledge of a potential disaster sustained his singular will to get as many of his subordinates the fuck out of this damn hell hole alive as he could.
The coolness of his voice was at odds with the turmoil in his heart, but he needed the aid of the power now more than ever. "I would explain these 'things' I can do if I could but I hardly understand it myself."
He grasped at one of the more benevolent examples to serve as an explanation. "I might be able to heal a bruise..."
His lack of skill with healing was grating, and the example did not exactly describe the extent of this miraculous power.
Why deny what was already plain?
When he continued, his expression was fixed like a mask. "I think I could destroy most of the camp in minutes if I needed to."
Yes, he thought he could do it. If he spun Fire, Air and Spirit just so he could create enough...
Michael cursed himself silently. The mist creature had shaken him far more than he would like to admit. "Suffice to say, there are many things that I can do,"
he contented himself with saying. He could explain later if he had the chance. For now, he had a boiling volcano of a city to think of. "Can't you feel it? This city is burning with hatred. One wrong step and it will explode. The Ascendancy will need to work more than a miracle to avert a war."
"That thing wanted my blood. It is not a matter of if, but when it comes back."
Michael was sure of it, that face, those eyes...
"If I happened to die under suspicious circumstances. In a situation that looked like a perfect assassination, the military would be forced to act, even if they would probably be glad to be rid of me. We are supposed to be the authority, calming the temper of a wayward child, and children are experts at exploiting weakness."
He was not sure if she understood, but he could see it clearly as if had already happened. "But unlike a child, these fanatics don't know when their parents have reached the limits of their tether. If the military tried to assert it's authority, Hasan would push back, and that is not a situation 200 CCD soldiers want to be in surrounded by hundreds of thousands of angry fanatics."
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."