07-21-2014, 09:04 AM
Michael stood with Aria and shook her gloved hand. "Don't do anything reckless,"
he said with a straight face. The one who said he was going to not only beat his assassins, but send them back to their owners as good as new. "Our time will come."
He thought about saying more. Aria was desperate, coming here proved it, but he decided it was better left unsaid. He believed her story, but he did not trust her that far.
He opened the door, the cold biting at the edges of power. "Try not to get yourself killed."
As she left, Michael thought about all that had been discussed. The hunters might cause problems as she had said. Some barely held a trace of humanity in spite of their devotion to it. They wouldn't leave because he asked nicely, they would die before returning.
Besides the fact that he did not know where to send them back to, although that was a lesser problem than convincing them not to try again.
He let out a soft sigh and sat back down. It was probably better he didn't know where they were located in any case. It would have to start simply. Knock them out, take their weapons and leave them to wake up on the side of the road - as far away from his house as possible.
He would also have to prepare himself for the meeting. He wondered if he could design a warding capable of detecting an ouroboros tattoo. Unlikely. A simple ward for human life would have to suffice. Even in the unlikely event these renegade Atharim decided to meet in the middle of the Markets, he could detect a pattern of a trap in the way a team would move.
Added was the problem of Nikolai himself. How much to tell him, and when? Would he have Aria executed if he told him? Michael doubted Nikolai was that stupid, but if he caught him in a bad mood, things could become complicated fast. That look in his eye when he had spoken of the war to come was one of death.
So much, so little time. His day off was not one of relaxation.
he said with a straight face. The one who said he was going to not only beat his assassins, but send them back to their owners as good as new. "Our time will come."
He thought about saying more. Aria was desperate, coming here proved it, but he decided it was better left unsaid. He believed her story, but he did not trust her that far.
He opened the door, the cold biting at the edges of power. "Try not to get yourself killed."
As she left, Michael thought about all that had been discussed. The hunters might cause problems as she had said. Some barely held a trace of humanity in spite of their devotion to it. They wouldn't leave because he asked nicely, they would die before returning.
Besides the fact that he did not know where to send them back to, although that was a lesser problem than convincing them not to try again.
He let out a soft sigh and sat back down. It was probably better he didn't know where they were located in any case. It would have to start simply. Knock them out, take their weapons and leave them to wake up on the side of the road - as far away from his house as possible.
He would also have to prepare himself for the meeting. He wondered if he could design a warding capable of detecting an ouroboros tattoo. Unlikely. A simple ward for human life would have to suffice. Even in the unlikely event these renegade Atharim decided to meet in the middle of the Markets, he could detect a pattern of a trap in the way a team would move.
Added was the problem of Nikolai himself. How much to tell him, and when? Would he have Aria executed if he told him? Michael doubted Nikolai was that stupid, but if he caught him in a bad mood, things could become complicated fast. That look in his eye when he had spoken of the war to come was one of death.
So much, so little time. His day off was not one of relaxation.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."