11-11-2015, 12:26 PM
The euphoria Ivan had been feeling dissolved, replaced by cold anger. He glared at Nox, though he knew the guy was just being honest. And was in a bad way, if what he said was true.
No, what pissed him off was the idea of killing people who could do what he did- and their families- on the off chance they'd be a Volodin or Andlain. Ivan was an officer of the law, sworn to uphold and protect that law and the people of his city. But it went far deeper than that. It was in his bones. Even though he knew, mentally, that the Ascendancy was really in charge of the city, of the whole CCD, he had personally taken the city under his protection. These were his people. Their safety was his to see to. And he would, too.
And any group who thought they would run around executing his people would be in for a rude awakening. He realized that he had squared his shoulders back, puffed his chest, and made his face hard. More telling, he felt the prickle of pain underneath his skin, like when he was working out and the pump was so hard and tight that he felt like his skin was about to burst. The rage of the power churned is his grasp, fighting him, and he tightened his grasp, mastering it.
His voice was low and tight. "I will have to talk to Vega."
Oh yeah he would. "And if I see any of your 'friends' about...."
He let things trail off. He wasn't joking. Vega was worse than a dirty cop. Ivan was looking forward to confronting him. Traitor. He was a traitor to the badge, to his oath. He was a liar. They were on Ivan's radar now. He'd get more information from Nox, that was for sure.
Nox wanted to hunt, looked hungry to hunt. Ivan felt the same. He flexed his fists and saw the way his "arms" moved their massive form. This might not be the safest thing....but damn but it would feel good!
He nodded. "Lead the way."
No, what pissed him off was the idea of killing people who could do what he did- and their families- on the off chance they'd be a Volodin or Andlain. Ivan was an officer of the law, sworn to uphold and protect that law and the people of his city. But it went far deeper than that. It was in his bones. Even though he knew, mentally, that the Ascendancy was really in charge of the city, of the whole CCD, he had personally taken the city under his protection. These were his people. Their safety was his to see to. And he would, too.
And any group who thought they would run around executing his people would be in for a rude awakening. He realized that he had squared his shoulders back, puffed his chest, and made his face hard. More telling, he felt the prickle of pain underneath his skin, like when he was working out and the pump was so hard and tight that he felt like his skin was about to burst. The rage of the power churned is his grasp, fighting him, and he tightened his grasp, mastering it.
His voice was low and tight. "I will have to talk to Vega."
Oh yeah he would. "And if I see any of your 'friends' about...."
He let things trail off. He wasn't joking. Vega was worse than a dirty cop. Ivan was looking forward to confronting him. Traitor. He was a traitor to the badge, to his oath. He was a liar. They were on Ivan's radar now. He'd get more information from Nox, that was for sure.
Nox wanted to hunt, looked hungry to hunt. Ivan felt the same. He flexed his fists and saw the way his "arms" moved their massive form. This might not be the safest thing....but damn but it would feel good!
He nodded. "Lead the way."