02-14-2018, 01:41 PM
Nox definitely handled the power masterfully. Aria's body was swallowed by the asphalt. The ground vibrated as the earth morphed and puddled like sinking into some great black volcanic lava. Seemed rather dramatic. Jaxen would have tossed her body into one of the nearby dumpsters, personally.
He shrugged and waved Nox onward. It was a quick tap against the tech built into his coat to signal the driver to return to the place he dropped Jaxen off not all that long ago. He finished up as Nox asked about the Atharim.
"I'm generally not a 'freaking-out' sort of guy,"
he replied with a shrug. He hadn't expected Nox to be Atharim himself. That was rather surprising. Hopefully the guy in turn didn't freak out should he ever discover Jaxen was the reason their headquarters went up in smoke.
They stalked down the alley, but Jaxen kept a wary eye out anyway. Not so much needing the civvie land warriors, he hooked them on the collar of his shirt. "But it's interesting to learn the Atharim kill each other as much as everyone else."
Whatever he was worried about, Jaxen didn't expect an army of refugees to greet them as they rounded a corner. He stopped dead in his tracks, Nox at his side, brows lifted high. Fifteen of the homeless stood before them like a wall, blocking their path out of the camp. Apparently what went down with Aria hadn't gone as unnoticed as he hoped. Some planted themselves with arms crossed. Others held rudimentary weapons, crowbars, bats, and one outright held a gun.
Jaxen glanced at Nox, hoping the guy didn't overreact. He seemed a tad emotional at the moment. "Hello folks, just passing through if you don't mind making way,"
he began and took a step forward.
He shrugged and waved Nox onward. It was a quick tap against the tech built into his coat to signal the driver to return to the place he dropped Jaxen off not all that long ago. He finished up as Nox asked about the Atharim.
"I'm generally not a 'freaking-out' sort of guy,"
he replied with a shrug. He hadn't expected Nox to be Atharim himself. That was rather surprising. Hopefully the guy in turn didn't freak out should he ever discover Jaxen was the reason their headquarters went up in smoke.
They stalked down the alley, but Jaxen kept a wary eye out anyway. Not so much needing the civvie land warriors, he hooked them on the collar of his shirt. "But it's interesting to learn the Atharim kill each other as much as everyone else."
Whatever he was worried about, Jaxen didn't expect an army of refugees to greet them as they rounded a corner. He stopped dead in his tracks, Nox at his side, brows lifted high. Fifteen of the homeless stood before them like a wall, blocking their path out of the camp. Apparently what went down with Aria hadn't gone as unnoticed as he hoped. Some planted themselves with arms crossed. Others held rudimentary weapons, crowbars, bats, and one outright held a gun.
Jaxen glanced at Nox, hoping the guy didn't overreact. He seemed a tad emotional at the moment. "Hello folks, just passing through if you don't mind making way,"
he began and took a step forward.