09-26-2013, 06:14 PM
Convenient as ever.
Bastard wasn't saying anything he hadn't before. He and Chen had already finished off the flask--there wasn't much to begin with, he wasn't a walking bar. Still, he was pleasantly buzzed when Brandon finally began fielding questions.
When he started talking, Nicholas turned to Chen. "My bullshit detector just spiked. Any idea what might be causing it?"
The propagandist just laughed. It was surprising how much familiarity could be achieved in such a short time, although isolation and alcohol tended to help things along.
Everyone had settled in--except, of course, for those desperate for a chance to get answers from Nikolai Brandon himself. Nicholas didn't bother, after what happened during the interview he doubted the censors would let him anywhere near a conversation with the man.
Suddenly, Nicholas felt like he had been dropped into a tiger cage with no clothes. He could feel some kind of undefined menace closing in on him.He stopped himself before he jumped out of his seat, and looked around. He couldn't see anything causing it--but he could feel it coming straight off of Brandon.
Nicholas looked around, but nobody--not even Chen who was right next to him--seemed to be affected.
Son of a bitch...
It all clicked. That--magic--that he'd forced out of his mind. The bastard on the podium could do it to. The last time he'd felt that pure, unadulterated menace was also the last time he was in the same room with the man.
Trano was stuck in the room with that terrible, terrible feeling--and there was nothing for him to do but draw inwards. He stared off in the vague direction of Nikolai Brandon, enough to look engaged... but inside, he was trying desperately to force that feeling--every feeling--out.
He didn't know why that made him feel so alive.
Edited by Nick Trano, Sep 26 2013, 06:18 PM.
Bastard wasn't saying anything he hadn't before. He and Chen had already finished off the flask--there wasn't much to begin with, he wasn't a walking bar. Still, he was pleasantly buzzed when Brandon finally began fielding questions.
When he started talking, Nicholas turned to Chen. "My bullshit detector just spiked. Any idea what might be causing it?"
The propagandist just laughed. It was surprising how much familiarity could be achieved in such a short time, although isolation and alcohol tended to help things along.
Everyone had settled in--except, of course, for those desperate for a chance to get answers from Nikolai Brandon himself. Nicholas didn't bother, after what happened during the interview he doubted the censors would let him anywhere near a conversation with the man.
Suddenly, Nicholas felt like he had been dropped into a tiger cage with no clothes. He could feel some kind of undefined menace closing in on him.He stopped himself before he jumped out of his seat, and looked around. He couldn't see anything causing it--but he could feel it coming straight off of Brandon.
Nicholas looked around, but nobody--not even Chen who was right next to him--seemed to be affected.
Son of a bitch...
It all clicked. That--magic--that he'd forced out of his mind. The bastard on the podium could do it to. The last time he'd felt that pure, unadulterated menace was also the last time he was in the same room with the man.
Trano was stuck in the room with that terrible, terrible feeling--and there was nothing for him to do but draw inwards. He stared off in the vague direction of Nikolai Brandon, enough to look engaged... but inside, he was trying desperately to force that feeling--every feeling--out.
He didn't know why that made him feel so alive.
Edited by Nick Trano, Sep 26 2013, 06:18 PM.