11-22-2018, 02:02 AM
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.
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.