07-28-2016, 11:30 AM
Marcus inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement. While Ascendancy might actually mean it, there was probably an element of flattery as well. Marcus was young, after all. But given that it was also true, it did not lessen it, or the feeling of pride. Both jealousy and pride in being recognized were not incongruous things.
The mood of the crowd continued to grow, from the sound of it, a shifting roaring that reminded him of ocean waves, roiling about this way and that. Something tickled his memory. Ah yes, Mrs. Swerlin and her incessant Bible reading schedule. Malik's eyes darkened for a moment at the memory and he let it wash over him, let the emotion pass. When it was done, the memory came clear. "But the wicked are like the tossing sea, which cannot rest, whose waves cast up mire and mud."
It was a sea, a sea of people. He looked at Ascendancy expectantly. He was in a suitably Old Testament mood now. Images from Exodus flashed across his mind and he smiled darkly, imagining what the man might do, what he would do. Pleasure threaded through him at the thought. He could almost imagine the sense of awe and dread and fear that he could create. He could even feel it.
Ascendancy's words cut into his thoughts. "Do you sense that?"
Marcus stopped- and then realized what he'd been feeling. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in thought. He focused.
"Two....no. Three out there. Varying strengths."
He looked at Ascendancy. Obviously, they were here for a reason, though what they were...
"Do you wish me to...descend and check it out?"
He would be circumspect, of course. No sense in setting off a riot down there.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 28 2016, 10:22 PM.
The mood of the crowd continued to grow, from the sound of it, a shifting roaring that reminded him of ocean waves, roiling about this way and that. Something tickled his memory. Ah yes, Mrs. Swerlin and her incessant Bible reading schedule. Malik's eyes darkened for a moment at the memory and he let it wash over him, let the emotion pass. When it was done, the memory came clear. "But the wicked are like the tossing sea, which cannot rest, whose waves cast up mire and mud."
It was a sea, a sea of people. He looked at Ascendancy expectantly. He was in a suitably Old Testament mood now. Images from Exodus flashed across his mind and he smiled darkly, imagining what the man might do, what he would do. Pleasure threaded through him at the thought. He could almost imagine the sense of awe and dread and fear that he could create. He could even feel it.
Ascendancy's words cut into his thoughts. "Do you sense that?"
Marcus stopped- and then realized what he'd been feeling. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in thought. He focused.
"Two....no. Three out there. Varying strengths."
He looked at Ascendancy. Obviously, they were here for a reason, though what they were...
"Do you wish me to...descend and check it out?"
He would be circumspect, of course. No sense in setting off a riot down there.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 28 2016, 10:22 PM.