11-12-2014, 06:34 PM
Michael closed the datapad interface with slightly raised eyebrows as he heard Leon welcoming Dr. Weston. He insisted on the greatest of courtesy not just in the spirit of his duties but to give Michael ample time to prepare. A very keen minded man. He had half a mind to take him on as an assistant strategist, his age and position be damned.
As Leon opened the door, Michael stood, the bulk of his clothing fanning around him, his dignity held in check by the quality and significance of the uniform he wore. He immediately grasped the power, leaking a steady trickle through his body.
"Good morning, Dr. Weston. It is good to see you again,"
he said in a cool voice. He made a point of studying her with his power-enhanced gaze. It reminded him of the day when they had first met. She had walked in brimming with military authority, ready to lay down Nikolai's orders. Today she had come at his insistence, but her bearing was no less than it had been then.
Her uniform was perfectly crisp, although Michael wondered at the choice of clothing. A skirt in winter? His bones still ached with the incessant cold as it he was.
After his greeting, Michael resumed his seat neither too formal or too casual. He spun a net around the legs of the chair opposite to drag it out for the Dr. to sit on. A form of courtesy now outdated re-invented. "Please, take a seat. You have taken great interest in the Sickness and it's effects as one of the most trusted of Ascendacy's medical staff. Today- and I shall explain everything soon - you have a new task,"
he used the power to lift the contract from his desk 'handing' it to Dr. Weston, never taking his eyes from hers. "If you choose to accept."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Nov 12 2014, 06:36 PM.
As Leon opened the door, Michael stood, the bulk of his clothing fanning around him, his dignity held in check by the quality and significance of the uniform he wore. He immediately grasped the power, leaking a steady trickle through his body.
"Good morning, Dr. Weston. It is good to see you again,"
he said in a cool voice. He made a point of studying her with his power-enhanced gaze. It reminded him of the day when they had first met. She had walked in brimming with military authority, ready to lay down Nikolai's orders. Today she had come at his insistence, but her bearing was no less than it had been then.
Her uniform was perfectly crisp, although Michael wondered at the choice of clothing. A skirt in winter? His bones still ached with the incessant cold as it he was.
After his greeting, Michael resumed his seat neither too formal or too casual. He spun a net around the legs of the chair opposite to drag it out for the Dr. to sit on. A form of courtesy now outdated re-invented. "Please, take a seat. You have taken great interest in the Sickness and it's effects as one of the most trusted of Ascendacy's medical staff. Today- and I shall explain everything soon - you have a new task,"
he used the power to lift the contract from his desk 'handing' it to Dr. Weston, never taking his eyes from hers. "If you choose to accept."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Nov 12 2014, 06:36 PM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
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