02-05-2015, 04:31 PM
The girl showed no extraordinary senses when it came to laying out her plan. Not really, it was common sense, only a fool went after their opponent with no clue of what they were, or how capable they were. Yet every hunter had failed to kill Ascendancy. The girl was doing everything he would have.
The room she had commandeered to do her work was well thought out. It was quiet and unused and out of the way. Perfect for a girl who could feel everything. And perfect for the type of thing she was doing. She had rhyme and reason, but nothing extraordinary.
That was until she told him a piece that was missing. The monastery had eluded everyone, Martin was sure that was exactly what Ascendancy had wanted - for no one to know what he'd done there.
She thought she could figure something out. Martin sat down and pondered on the topic. What did she want to garner from the situation? How? Where every reporter known to man had tried, what was her advantage. Her senses.
"You think your talents can tell you something it doesn't the rest of the world?"
He didn't doubt it. But he didn't understand. Martin pulled a pen and paper towards him on the desk in front of him. "While you are at it, tell me what about your abilities. And what you know of your kind."
It was a curiosity. Had anyone really sat down and discussed the abilities with the condemned? No one cared enough to learn, they were dead anyway. But he had a tool. He intended to use it at the best of its ability, and that meant to know what the tool did. He would learn what these monsters were capable of. She might have been correct in letting the bastard child of Father Stone live while she studied her. He might have to get another toy.
The room she had commandeered to do her work was well thought out. It was quiet and unused and out of the way. Perfect for a girl who could feel everything. And perfect for the type of thing she was doing. She had rhyme and reason, but nothing extraordinary.
That was until she told him a piece that was missing. The monastery had eluded everyone, Martin was sure that was exactly what Ascendancy had wanted - for no one to know what he'd done there.
She thought she could figure something out. Martin sat down and pondered on the topic. What did she want to garner from the situation? How? Where every reporter known to man had tried, what was her advantage. Her senses.
"You think your talents can tell you something it doesn't the rest of the world?"
He didn't doubt it. But he didn't understand. Martin pulled a pen and paper towards him on the desk in front of him. "While you are at it, tell me what about your abilities. And what you know of your kind."
It was a curiosity. Had anyone really sat down and discussed the abilities with the condemned? No one cared enough to learn, they were dead anyway. But he had a tool. He intended to use it at the best of its ability, and that meant to know what the tool did. He would learn what these monsters were capable of. She might have been correct in letting the bastard child of Father Stone live while she studied her. He might have to get another toy.