06-05-2018, 07:13 PM
Ivan ignored the waiter with the tray of champagne glasses. In his mood, drinking was a bad idea. And he was supposed to be security, after all.
It was hard to concentrate, though. Worry and anger churned in his stomach. And of course it didn't help that he could feel the power everywhere. That sense of dread and feeling like someone was right behind you was not doing anything for his mood, if you know what I mean. The worst of it came from the black mist. The mist had a presence. He was pretty sure he knew what it was, though. The Ascendancy. The name still burned just thinking about it.
He looked around and what he saw was corruption everywhere. Rich assholes, men and women, parading themselves about, owning the world. Indifferent to what people's lives really were. Living high in their towers, spending however many millions
of dollars a plate just to see a magic show. And then they would pat themselves on the back with how wonderful they were. Never that that kind of money could help people. No. They'd blow it on a meal and a show. Dinner and a movie, right?
He closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose for a moment, then took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he saw bunch of guys in black coats. He couldn't help but stare. There was a deadly grace to them. They seemed to split off and after a few moments, he felt the power fan out from them in various directions.
The room was stifling, now. What the hell was he doing here? If these guys were the Ascendancy's men, what the hell did he need to be here for? He felt useless and frustrated.
After a moment, he snagged a drink from one of the waiters. Whatever. Just a drink. And then he headed for one of the open balconies. He just wanted some air. And to get away from the feel of the power everywhere.
And from all the useless assholes. The note he'd had to write was in his pocket. He'd have to find the guy eventually. But he just wanted to think for a moment. He looked up at the quiet sky, wondering if he'd find any answers.
It was hard to concentrate, though. Worry and anger churned in his stomach. And of course it didn't help that he could feel the power everywhere. That sense of dread and feeling like someone was right behind you was not doing anything for his mood, if you know what I mean. The worst of it came from the black mist. The mist had a presence. He was pretty sure he knew what it was, though. The Ascendancy. The name still burned just thinking about it.
He looked around and what he saw was corruption everywhere. Rich assholes, men and women, parading themselves about, owning the world. Indifferent to what people's lives really were. Living high in their towers, spending however many millions
of dollars a plate just to see a magic show. And then they would pat themselves on the back with how wonderful they were. Never that that kind of money could help people. No. They'd blow it on a meal and a show. Dinner and a movie, right?
He closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose for a moment, then took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he saw bunch of guys in black coats. He couldn't help but stare. There was a deadly grace to them. They seemed to split off and after a few moments, he felt the power fan out from them in various directions.
The room was stifling, now. What the hell was he doing here? If these guys were the Ascendancy's men, what the hell did he need to be here for? He felt useless and frustrated.
After a moment, he snagged a drink from one of the waiters. Whatever. Just a drink. And then he headed for one of the open balconies. He just wanted some air. And to get away from the feel of the power everywhere.
And from all the useless assholes. The note he'd had to write was in his pocket. He'd have to find the guy eventually. But he just wanted to think for a moment. He looked up at the quiet sky, wondering if he'd find any answers.