10-01-2013, 01:09 AM
To say Jensen's reaction was odd was an understatement.
The man recoiled as if he had been bitten by a scorpion. The fear and disgust in the air almost palpable. His words were even more disturbing, like the ravings of a madman, except Tony knew exactly what he was talking about.
He had not expected that. He thought the poor bastard was simply struggling to come to terms with his sexual identity. But this on top of all that?
No wonder the guy is depressed...
The woman tried to sooth him, and then turned to Tony, perhaps thinking he was a friend of Jensen's. She had an American accent, different to Jensen's southern lilt, but unmistakably American.
What the fuck? Aren't these Yanks supposed to hate Russia and the CCD?
Not that it really mattered, he just found it odd. Perhaps this was some kind of American bar.
Tony was careful when he answered, the poor guy was already suffering enough, no need to add embarrassment. "He's had enough. I don't think it's life threatening though."
He turned from the woman - it was a surprise to see her so concerned, a young woman like that usually had to be callous to survive - and glared at the barman. "Hey ass-hole, get the man some water."
The man grumbled, but obeyed.
Meanwhile, Tony smiled at the woman. "Thank you, the name is Tony. That over there,"
he nodded towards Jensen, who was still wide-eyed with fear and loathing, "is Jensen. At least, that's what he calls himself. Don't know much about him, we only met this morning."
When the barman had delivered a glass of chilled water - he handed it to Tony, not willing to approach Jensen, it seemed - Tony returned his focus to Jensen. He did not move, just fixed the man with a stare, the Power flowing freely through him now. "You don't have to do anything, friend. Just relax."
He prepared a weave of sleep, in case Jensen lost control once more. Clearly, he was terrified of his power, and Tony had only exacerbated it. Very dangerous, for himself and others.
The man recoiled as if he had been bitten by a scorpion. The fear and disgust in the air almost palpable. His words were even more disturbing, like the ravings of a madman, except Tony knew exactly what he was talking about.
He had not expected that. He thought the poor bastard was simply struggling to come to terms with his sexual identity. But this on top of all that?
No wonder the guy is depressed...
The woman tried to sooth him, and then turned to Tony, perhaps thinking he was a friend of Jensen's. She had an American accent, different to Jensen's southern lilt, but unmistakably American.
What the fuck? Aren't these Yanks supposed to hate Russia and the CCD?
Not that it really mattered, he just found it odd. Perhaps this was some kind of American bar.
Tony was careful when he answered, the poor guy was already suffering enough, no need to add embarrassment. "He's had enough. I don't think it's life threatening though."
He turned from the woman - it was a surprise to see her so concerned, a young woman like that usually had to be callous to survive - and glared at the barman. "Hey ass-hole, get the man some water."
The man grumbled, but obeyed.
Meanwhile, Tony smiled at the woman. "Thank you, the name is Tony. That over there,"
he nodded towards Jensen, who was still wide-eyed with fear and loathing, "is Jensen. At least, that's what he calls himself. Don't know much about him, we only met this morning."
When the barman had delivered a glass of chilled water - he handed it to Tony, not willing to approach Jensen, it seemed - Tony returned his focus to Jensen. He did not move, just fixed the man with a stare, the Power flowing freely through him now. "You don't have to do anything, friend. Just relax."
He prepared a weave of sleep, in case Jensen lost control once more. Clearly, he was terrified of his power, and Tony had only exacerbated it. Very dangerous, for himself and others.