07-31-2016, 11:24 PM
The girl looked to be alright and long-hair was taking care of her, so that was good. The padre, though, did not want to press charges. He was clear on that.
He looked at his injuries. They were minor. "They don't look bad. Should go away in a couple of days,"
he said and then walked over and got the collared guy to his feet. "If you don't wanna press charges, Padre, I have to let him go,"
he said, already removing the cuffs. To the man, "You're lucky. Keep your hands to yourself next time,"
And at the moment, he felt it. It wasn't just long hair, who clearly was here just to watch, having done nothing wrong. He could feel many men out there, some near, some farther, moving through the crowd from the edges, while another lone point stood out strongly. But two of them, both emanating dread, called his attention. The amount of power they had must be a lot, for him to feel it so strongly.
He turned and headed in that direction. The crowds continued to mill around, energy level rising as they vied for attention. This was bad.
Finally, he saw two men, body language clearly confrontational. One of the men was Caucasian and had long hair while the other was black with a shaved head. They radiated power, it came off them in waves, far more than he could ever imagine holding. Not since his meeting the Ascendancy had he felt such power.
And shaved head, at least, looked like he was spoiling for a fight, the way he stood. Ivan took a deep breath. Well he had chosen to come to the square for a reason. This reason. Can't turn back now.
As he approached, he got a better look at shaved head and felt dread. It was the Sigma? What the hell was he doing out here? What did the guy think he was doing? He should know better than causing a scene with the power out in this crowd.
Ivan wasn't exactly afraid to confront the man. Then again, the guy worked at the Kremlin for the Ascendancy himself. But then he remembered the promise he had made to the Ascendancy, to keep his laws. And he remembered his own personal vow. To keep peace and order in his city. Oh well. What is life if you don't take chances?
Ivan squared his jaw, still full of the power- small compared to what they held- and proceeded to risk his career by stepping close to them making his shield visible. With respect, but at the same time making sure that it was clear he wasn't going to go away, he asked. "Everything ok here, Mister Sigma?"
The man turned his gaze slowly to him and his eyes flicked up and down with an arrogant glance. "I believe so officer."
Yeah, Ivan did not like this guy from the word go. What an asshole.
He looked at his injuries. They were minor. "They don't look bad. Should go away in a couple of days,"
he said and then walked over and got the collared guy to his feet. "If you don't wanna press charges, Padre, I have to let him go,"
he said, already removing the cuffs. To the man, "You're lucky. Keep your hands to yourself next time,"
And at the moment, he felt it. It wasn't just long hair, who clearly was here just to watch, having done nothing wrong. He could feel many men out there, some near, some farther, moving through the crowd from the edges, while another lone point stood out strongly. But two of them, both emanating dread, called his attention. The amount of power they had must be a lot, for him to feel it so strongly.
He turned and headed in that direction. The crowds continued to mill around, energy level rising as they vied for attention. This was bad.
Finally, he saw two men, body language clearly confrontational. One of the men was Caucasian and had long hair while the other was black with a shaved head. They radiated power, it came off them in waves, far more than he could ever imagine holding. Not since his meeting the Ascendancy had he felt such power.
And shaved head, at least, looked like he was spoiling for a fight, the way he stood. Ivan took a deep breath. Well he had chosen to come to the square for a reason. This reason. Can't turn back now.
As he approached, he got a better look at shaved head and felt dread. It was the Sigma? What the hell was he doing out here? What did the guy think he was doing? He should know better than causing a scene with the power out in this crowd.
Ivan wasn't exactly afraid to confront the man. Then again, the guy worked at the Kremlin for the Ascendancy himself. But then he remembered the promise he had made to the Ascendancy, to keep his laws. And he remembered his own personal vow. To keep peace and order in his city. Oh well. What is life if you don't take chances?
Ivan squared his jaw, still full of the power- small compared to what they held- and proceeded to risk his career by stepping close to them making his shield visible. With respect, but at the same time making sure that it was clear he wasn't going to go away, he asked. "Everything ok here, Mister Sigma?"
The man turned his gaze slowly to him and his eyes flicked up and down with an arrogant glance. "I believe so officer."
Yeah, Ivan did not like this guy from the word go. What an asshole.