06-29-2014, 01:17 PM
The man he followed was not at all of the appearance Elias imagined. Long blonde hair streamed behind him, caught on drifts of air like the coat he wore. In fact, if it were not for the warmth and lightness radiating from the man, he might have been a moody brother of Eli.
Imagine Elias' surprise when that lightness turned into menacing dark. He rippled with power of enough force that Eli could almost see it. He smiled a cold smile when them turned to acknowledge him.
"You don't look like a professor,"
he replied, glinting sarcasm. "No professor I've ever seen, at least."
Eli approached and sized the man up. The blonde Russian had at least ten years on him; ten hard years by the aged set to his gaze. Upon a glimpse, Elias himself might seem young, but his pallor and bedpan expression were tired and sickly. Like a man trapped indoors, denied the health of sunshine itself.
To the man's question, Eli nodded. "I feel it,"
and by the curious way in which he studied Tony's face, it was clear such was his first experience. Eli was tempted toward taking the power himself, to deflect some of the menace projected by his companion. Instead, he was patient. "I have come to learn something, although doubtful it is something you can teach me, but perhaps we can help each other. I am seeking answers from an eccentric old codger of a researcher. Perhaps he and the Chancellor are hiding the same thing?"
Eli offered his gloved hand like a civil human being. "I'm Elias Donovan."
His smile was sharp and confident. He did not care in the least that he openly admitted to eavesdropping.
Imagine Elias' surprise when that lightness turned into menacing dark. He rippled with power of enough force that Eli could almost see it. He smiled a cold smile when them turned to acknowledge him.
"You don't look like a professor,"
he replied, glinting sarcasm. "No professor I've ever seen, at least."
Eli approached and sized the man up. The blonde Russian had at least ten years on him; ten hard years by the aged set to his gaze. Upon a glimpse, Elias himself might seem young, but his pallor and bedpan expression were tired and sickly. Like a man trapped indoors, denied the health of sunshine itself.
To the man's question, Eli nodded. "I feel it,"
and by the curious way in which he studied Tony's face, it was clear such was his first experience. Eli was tempted toward taking the power himself, to deflect some of the menace projected by his companion. Instead, he was patient. "I have come to learn something, although doubtful it is something you can teach me, but perhaps we can help each other. I am seeking answers from an eccentric old codger of a researcher. Perhaps he and the Chancellor are hiding the same thing?"
Eli offered his gloved hand like a civil human being. "I'm Elias Donovan."
His smile was sharp and confident. He did not care in the least that he openly admitted to eavesdropping.