Stolen Gifts

[Nox]

Nox was eyed as he walked down the hall. Tongues would waggle as they always did and normally he might listen but as he walked he made sure that the song in his ear was neutral, neither content and happy nor sad and emotion and hopefully not completely devoid of all emotion, though he was sure it didn't show on his face, smiling was a chore, so he chose not to do it. He had to remember not too big, not to bright, don't frown. It was just easier to remain neutral. This was important after all.

He sat down across the desk from the Ascendancy he'd been here enough times he didn't look around. "It could become one when they find out, and they will find out since they are getting the same information sometime in the near future."

Nox was sure the Ascendancy knew his typical rambling so he kept it short. "So my ability to channel, that's what you call the power of the gods right? Yeah, it's been collectively severed from my being. I can't keep doing some of the jobs you hire me to do. I can't touch the source, I can't even feel it. Can't feel anything really, but that's only a fun side effect." He had proof and he had it on him and a copy for the Ascendancy's team to study. Though he didn't offer it up yet. First he wanted to see how Nikolai Brandon reacted to the idea.