09-14-2018, 12:52 AM
Nox couldn't get the picture of Jay from his head as he watched Jaxen strutting around with Ascendancy's visage lit around him. The illusion weave was interesting. Nox studied it almost as much as he had the healing weave. He might not be able to replicate it perfectly but it was at least something to try.
And then the whole scene changed. The girls died and Nox watched the people gasp and some even got up and left. The display was so vulgar and violent. But that was exactly Brandon Nikolai. But the sheep it might have been too much. It's dying scream made Nox shudder. It reminded him of the noise the Ijiraq made as it scratched inside his head. His stomach felt weak.
Jaxen's performance was impeccable, but Nox could only feel the Ijiraq burning through the inside. One other patron fell to the floor. Nox stood up but his own world waivered and he sat back down. The searing pain from the Ijiraq radiated through is body like he was going to die again. Memories flooding his body. He hated when it happened and now it was even worse, now ever memory burned and scareed him. His father. His mother. His sister. All gone, his failure radiated through him.
Nox ordered a drink of water with lemon. He could use a stiff drink but anything that reminded him of his father wasn't going to make him feel better. Water - and keep it coming he thought to himself.
The crowd applauded Jaxen's performance when he revealed himself. But there were others who were sneering as their hands came together. Jaxen might find himself in a jail cell, or he might find himself at the bottom of a pit. Nox sighed and he pulled the strength of his power around him. It burned, but it was power - he wouldn't let Ascendancy take Jaxen if he could stop it.
And then the whole scene changed. The girls died and Nox watched the people gasp and some even got up and left. The display was so vulgar and violent. But that was exactly Brandon Nikolai. But the sheep it might have been too much. It's dying scream made Nox shudder. It reminded him of the noise the Ijiraq made as it scratched inside his head. His stomach felt weak.
Jaxen's performance was impeccable, but Nox could only feel the Ijiraq burning through the inside. One other patron fell to the floor. Nox stood up but his own world waivered and he sat back down. The searing pain from the Ijiraq radiated through is body like he was going to die again. Memories flooding his body. He hated when it happened and now it was even worse, now ever memory burned and scareed him. His father. His mother. His sister. All gone, his failure radiated through him.
Nox ordered a drink of water with lemon. He could use a stiff drink but anything that reminded him of his father wasn't going to make him feel better. Water - and keep it coming he thought to himself.
The crowd applauded Jaxen's performance when he revealed himself. But there were others who were sneering as their hands came together. Jaxen might find himself in a jail cell, or he might find himself at the bottom of a pit. Nox sighed and he pulled the strength of his power around him. It burned, but it was power - he wouldn't let Ascendancy take Jaxen if he could stop it.
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