sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Bastien had been easy enough to find, swept away in the halls of the Artists' Sanctuary, doing his respective thing. Henry had sought the Ascended out almost immediately upon Wessex's command, asking him to meet at the treeline of the woodlands. Henry only gave a few hours to prepare, and the sun was beginning to set over the treetops. The darkness served a purpose; it would shield them from prying eyes. Admittedly, Henry was feeling a little paranoid about the Order just from the heaviness of the discussions when they'd met the Voice. Her account with them made him dislike them already, and he was determined to help.
He'd kept the orb of light close to him the entire time, examining its integrity. He could feel the static of its electricity but, for all that power, it didn't sizzle and pop in reaction to his touch. He thought it odd, since he wasn't an Ascended. Shouldn't it hurt? Well, whatever the technology behind it was, he was quite awestruck by it.
Maybe Bastien would have some sort of insight into it. Speaking of, Henry looked around to see if the other man had arrived yet. He kept the light hidden in his jacket, tucked away safely. Its bluish glow still illuminated through the material; a beacon.
Bastien
He'd kept the orb of light close to him the entire time, examining its integrity. He could feel the static of its electricity but, for all that power, it didn't sizzle and pop in reaction to his touch. He thought it odd, since he wasn't an Ascended. Shouldn't it hurt? Well, whatever the technology behind it was, he was quite awestruck by it.
Maybe Bastien would have some sort of insight into it. Speaking of, Henry looked around to see if the other man had arrived yet. He kept the light hidden in his jacket, tucked away safely. Its bluish glow still illuminated through the material; a beacon.
HENRY
