08-25-2018, 10:53 AM
He hauled Ephraim out the way when Ascendancy swarmed in on dark wings. The man's face opened in full surprise, but even then he barely missed a beat. As the consul regained his feet, Ephraim moved to check on the woman who had called for help in the first place. He patted down his shirt-front and stood in such a way as suggested he might protect her if she needed it.
Neither of them even ought to be here.
"Ephraim Haart, CEO of Paragon Group. Fascinating twist, wouldn't you say? Do you think it's all part of the show?" He winked at her, clearly joking, and with an iota of disgust Soren turned his attention away.
He watched the ribbons of power unfurl against the possessed woman, hands still deep in his pockets, a frown tugging down his lips as he considered what to do next. She seemed disinclined to assault those not actively engaged in trying to kill her, and there were plenty doing that. Instead he used the moments productively.
The network collected data on the most esoteric of things, and the connections through his implant sped information at frightening speed -- one of the few perks that offset the unfortunately grim disadvantages to the surgery. He fed images and observations, seeking answers to the question of what the fuck it actually was, then filtered through the suggestions as they began to ping back.
A shame the tech could not record the complex tangles of power electrifying the room, for he watched that too, but his new eye simply didn't register the runes in the same way as his natural senses. His flesh and blood eye compensated for the most part, but if he closed it entirely the lines of power would simply ghost away. So those things, he would have to commit to memory.
It ended quickly, once Ascendancy built on the foundations laid before him. A fool braved the line of lasers trained on the woman's still glowing form. Two, actually. But Soren was still hooked on the net of runes that blocked her from her gift. By now another had joined him on the periphery, mostly ignored. The word ijiraq finally opened a schism of new information, but it would take time to wade through the mismatched data. In the meantime the mist had evaporated and the woman collapsed into a sharp and bloody heap.
"It did not leave straight away, though her use as a vessel was spent. A sentient creature, whatever it was. I doubt that one will be willing to speak on the experience, though." He shrugged, and turned to look for Ephraim.
Neither of them even ought to be here.
"Ephraim Haart, CEO of Paragon Group. Fascinating twist, wouldn't you say? Do you think it's all part of the show?" He winked at her, clearly joking, and with an iota of disgust Soren turned his attention away.
He watched the ribbons of power unfurl against the possessed woman, hands still deep in his pockets, a frown tugging down his lips as he considered what to do next. She seemed disinclined to assault those not actively engaged in trying to kill her, and there were plenty doing that. Instead he used the moments productively.
The network collected data on the most esoteric of things, and the connections through his implant sped information at frightening speed -- one of the few perks that offset the unfortunately grim disadvantages to the surgery. He fed images and observations, seeking answers to the question of what the fuck it actually was, then filtered through the suggestions as they began to ping back.
A shame the tech could not record the complex tangles of power electrifying the room, for he watched that too, but his new eye simply didn't register the runes in the same way as his natural senses. His flesh and blood eye compensated for the most part, but if he closed it entirely the lines of power would simply ghost away. So those things, he would have to commit to memory.
It ended quickly, once Ascendancy built on the foundations laid before him. A fool braved the line of lasers trained on the woman's still glowing form. Two, actually. But Soren was still hooked on the net of runes that blocked her from her gift. By now another had joined him on the periphery, mostly ignored. The word ijiraq finally opened a schism of new information, but it would take time to wade through the mismatched data. In the meantime the mist had evaporated and the woman collapsed into a sharp and bloody heap.
"It did not leave straight away, though her use as a vessel was spent. A sentient creature, whatever it was. I doubt that one will be willing to speak on the experience, though." He shrugged, and turned to look for Ephraim.
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