11-19-2021, 11:53 PM
Jay found a position leaning against the wall that seemed reasonably defensible yet involved enough to avoid missing the action. Allan’s question to Nox made him chuckle though.
“Because Nox has a soft spot for pathetic channelers who can’t get their own heads out of their ass,” a smirk twisted his lips that was assuredly cast at the aforementioned pathetic channeler on the other side of the wall.
But because the timing was right, Nox thought then to be the right moment to text. Because when is it ever not the right time? Jay chuckled again to himself, though the others were not privy to the humor of his inner monologue. Poor bastards missing out.
“Listen to Nox, brother. You will die and not in the nice, pretty way we all hope to end, if you don't get it under control” he told the stranger. If Nox vouched for him, snakes or otherwise, Jay would withhold judgement. He only let people try to kill him three or four times before he decided they were assholes. The two women though. They were the more dangerous ones. Jay watched them with the casualty of one predator acknowledging another.
Meanwhile, Nox’s anxiety was growing restless. He could practically feel darkness rising in his friend, and Jay had a feeling they were even shorter on time than before.
He kicked off from the wall and addressed Ascendancy with a plan, though it was to everyone interested in listening that he spoke. They needed to be ready to fight and having two Atharim trying to stab them in the backs while they did so was going to be quite distracting.
“I’ll take care of them. You have bigger problems,” he head-nodded toward the darkness.
“This will only take a minute,” he said with a bit of an uneasy sway to his step until he regained his bearing.
“Because Nox has a soft spot for pathetic channelers who can’t get their own heads out of their ass,” a smirk twisted his lips that was assuredly cast at the aforementioned pathetic channeler on the other side of the wall.
But because the timing was right, Nox thought then to be the right moment to text. Because when is it ever not the right time? Jay chuckled again to himself, though the others were not privy to the humor of his inner monologue. Poor bastards missing out.
“Listen to Nox, brother. You will die and not in the nice, pretty way we all hope to end, if you don't get it under control” he told the stranger. If Nox vouched for him, snakes or otherwise, Jay would withhold judgement. He only let people try to kill him three or four times before he decided they were assholes. The two women though. They were the more dangerous ones. Jay watched them with the casualty of one predator acknowledging another.
Meanwhile, Nox’s anxiety was growing restless. He could practically feel darkness rising in his friend, and Jay had a feeling they were even shorter on time than before.
He kicked off from the wall and addressed Ascendancy with a plan, though it was to everyone interested in listening that he spoke. They needed to be ready to fight and having two Atharim trying to stab them in the backs while they did so was going to be quite distracting.
“I’ll take care of them. You have bigger problems,” he head-nodded toward the darkness.
“This will only take a minute,” he said with a bit of an uneasy sway to his step until he regained his bearing.
Only darkness shows you the light.