09-03-2024, 07:12 PM
The Emissary’s head tilted, and Nesrin thrilled at the moment she had him hooked. Negotiation was exactly what she wanted, and she was already calculating how to drive the bargain deeper. Yet the tickle of his fingers at her elbow sent a shiver of sudden caution through her. It felt utterly different from the behaviour he already displayed, and she didn’t like the anomaly. In her free hand she twisted the cap from the marker, using the gesture as a moment to think before she offered a response. It was only chance awareness that noticed the figure slipping past a door beyond the Emissary’s shoulder. Amongst the party’s general distraction it was insignificant, except which door, and who she knew was behind it. Her eyes widened. By now Nesrin had worked the floor at Almaz long enough to witness first-hand the carnage of one of its most renowned fighters. She was still smarting from where the force of his power had knocked her down on his way into that room. It didn’t speak well of his mood.
She dropped the pen and reached to grab the Emissary’s arm. Though her movements were controlled, it was clear something had spooked her. We should go, the tug suggested. They could discuss this somewhere else. Her dark eyes remained on the closed door a moment more before she looked up at the mask, but he did not move. Curiosity pulled his attention in another direction, the wrong direction, and she reasoned it meant there was a power growing which was beyond her comprehension. Fuck. Ultimately she didn’t care about his safety, but didn’t want to lose her chance at leverage with the most powerful of the m’Antinomian either. In desperation, power of her own fed into him, urging her will upon his, coaxing him to follow.
But he did not move.
She was both surprised and stung when more than that, he actually shifted away. Her grip released without protest. She slipped backwards, seeking safety. By now people had started to move, and while she was normally more mindful of her surroundings, she fell right into someone.
She dropped the pen and reached to grab the Emissary’s arm. Though her movements were controlled, it was clear something had spooked her. We should go, the tug suggested. They could discuss this somewhere else. Her dark eyes remained on the closed door a moment more before she looked up at the mask, but he did not move. Curiosity pulled his attention in another direction, the wrong direction, and she reasoned it meant there was a power growing which was beyond her comprehension. Fuck. Ultimately she didn’t care about his safety, but didn’t want to lose her chance at leverage with the most powerful of the m’Antinomian either. In desperation, power of her own fed into him, urging her will upon his, coaxing him to follow.
But he did not move.
She was both surprised and stung when more than that, he actually shifted away. Her grip released without protest. She slipped backwards, seeking safety. By now people had started to move, and while she was normally more mindful of her surroundings, she fell right into someone.
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