11 hours ago
[[OoC: Since this started quite a bit before I posted this thread, Aaliyah hasn't quite snitched on Giovanni yet]]
He had earned a favor - from the mafia. Giovanni knew that it was a serious one too. The debt would be repaid, no strings attached. That's how it worked. It wasn't a bad place to be in. But he spoke not a word to Zholdin as he gathered his crew and began to leave, his prize in hand. Giovanni watched the crew leave in silence before turning to face the woman.
The chaos within him was still shrouded. Giovanni could feel it, but it had little hold over him now. He narrowed his eyes at her, calculating. She had been disgusted. Giovanni didn't know if it was him, Zholdin, or both. What the hell did you do to me? Giovanni wondered. His gaze lingered for a bit, before he turned to face the corpse of the dreykan, now headless.
Giovanni walked towards it, and knelt down, before summoning his god-powers and light the corpse aflame. He didn't know why he did it, it seemed right. Maybe a penance for handing the gun to Zholdin. It didn't matter. Nothing really did.
When he stood back up, he looked at her again, gave a brief smirk that didn't reach his eyes. It wasn't sadness, anger, or anything else. Just a numbness without the chaos. It had been there so long, and now it was gone. Part of him liked it and felt free for the first time in months. Mostly he hated it, but he wanted to understand it. Though he doubted he ever would. Like everything else, this didn't matter.
"Shall we go, little Remnant?" he asked her, but didn't really wait for an answer. He walked past her, close enough for her to grab. He might feel numb, but he wasn't afraid of an Atharim. The power screamed within him. It was the closest thing to the chaos he could feel. It wasn't a good idea to keep it on always. That made him detectable, but for now, it could possibly fill the hole.
He had earned a favor - from the mafia. Giovanni knew that it was a serious one too. The debt would be repaid, no strings attached. That's how it worked. It wasn't a bad place to be in. But he spoke not a word to Zholdin as he gathered his crew and began to leave, his prize in hand. Giovanni watched the crew leave in silence before turning to face the woman.
The chaos within him was still shrouded. Giovanni could feel it, but it had little hold over him now. He narrowed his eyes at her, calculating. She had been disgusted. Giovanni didn't know if it was him, Zholdin, or both. What the hell did you do to me? Giovanni wondered. His gaze lingered for a bit, before he turned to face the corpse of the dreykan, now headless.
Giovanni walked towards it, and knelt down, before summoning his god-powers and light the corpse aflame. He didn't know why he did it, it seemed right. Maybe a penance for handing the gun to Zholdin. It didn't matter. Nothing really did.
When he stood back up, he looked at her again, gave a brief smirk that didn't reach his eyes. It wasn't sadness, anger, or anything else. Just a numbness without the chaos. It had been there so long, and now it was gone. Part of him liked it and felt free for the first time in months. Mostly he hated it, but he wanted to understand it. Though he doubted he ever would. Like everything else, this didn't matter.
"Shall we go, little Remnant?" he asked her, but didn't really wait for an answer. He walked past her, close enough for her to grab. He might feel numb, but he wasn't afraid of an Atharim. The power screamed within him. It was the closest thing to the chaos he could feel. It wasn't a good idea to keep it on always. That made him detectable, but for now, it could possibly fill the hole.