04-21-2021, 03:41 PM
The boy sliced through Allan’s weaves and the fury rose on Allan’s face. How dare he! Allan glared at Nox. The former Atharim turned after threatening him. He should just kill him where he stood. Nox must have had the same thought as he wove a shield of air around himself.
The Consul rejoined them with red glowing eye. What the fuck? But what brought Allan around was the Jay’s words -- however close they might be his fellow Nine didn’t really trust him. Though it likely was a jest. They were friends, and friends said untrue mean things often. At least he noticed that was the case with most men. Allan didn’t have close friends any more -- the bottle retired most of them.
Nox whispered to his friend, but not quiet enough. Was he so careless. Feel them? He felt them die. How was he going to fight them? This was a stupid thing to do. Following a man compromised by the very things they hunted. And how could he fucking eat after seeing all that death. The smell of the jerky reminded him of the scene -- the foul smell of burning flesh.
But Allan had to give him props for being prepared. Enough supplies to last a week in the packs provided. Water, and rations, and even a sleeping bag. How long did he really think this would take. The scope of the job didn't seam this vast in the beginning. what was he missing... And he was giving them an out. If the Ascendancy continued, Allan would continue. Nothing was more important than what the man did.
The Consul rejoined them with red glowing eye. What the fuck? But what brought Allan around was the Jay’s words -- however close they might be his fellow Nine didn’t really trust him. Though it likely was a jest. They were friends, and friends said untrue mean things often. At least he noticed that was the case with most men. Allan didn’t have close friends any more -- the bottle retired most of them.
Nox whispered to his friend, but not quiet enough. Was he so careless. Feel them? He felt them die. How was he going to fight them? This was a stupid thing to do. Following a man compromised by the very things they hunted. And how could he fucking eat after seeing all that death. The smell of the jerky reminded him of the scene -- the foul smell of burning flesh.
But Allan had to give him props for being prepared. Enough supplies to last a week in the packs provided. Water, and rations, and even a sleeping bag. How long did he really think this would take. The scope of the job didn't seam this vast in the beginning. what was he missing... And he was giving them an out. If the Ascendancy continued, Allan would continue. Nothing was more important than what the man did.