Post by "Chaos" Chaotica Angelous on Feb 6, 2008 14:22:03 GMT -5
He turned away from them and shook his head. The actions would take centuries and although he knew they lived forever or d**n near close to it something still felt wrong.
“Wait a minute!”
The idea struck him as if he had been looking at the picture wrong from jump street. He moved back to the center of the room and placed his hand on the table. They all turned to him and waited patiently for the rest of the room to quiet. He tapped his throat three times and suddenly his voice boomed out over the chamber.
“We are looking at this picture from our view, what of those that do not live as long as we do, shall they allow our plans to guide them our will that free will which they feel must be exerted cause our situations and ideas to be discarded and forgotten for things that will destroy themselves after those who have built them cease to be?”
The whole chamber erupted in applause and commotion. The hooded figure smiled deeply to him self as he watched his son’s actions from his hidden location amongst the rafters. He moved through the shadows above the beams and tapped his daughter on the shoulder.
“Your brother guides them from the position we can no longer assume. Our actions must be done in the shadows they would no sooner understand then we comprehend their train of thought now.”
She rose slowly nodding her head and blew her brother a kiss that she swore brought a smile to his lips. She shook her head and stepped through the wormhole her father had opened up. He smiled to himself and let the dagger drop thudding into the table between his son’s fingers. He moved through the wormhole letting it seal it’s self behind him as the cries and gasps drifted upward.
“The Zion’s have become bold Senator.”
The man shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He wondered why his father had let the dagger bearing the hidden family crest thought to be lost appear now. A hand lifted the dagger and gasped as he realized what he held.
“This dagger marks him by the Old Ones!”
Whispers spread like a wave through the senate. The man raised his hand and let them see not a scratch on his person. Then he griped the dagger and spun it over his head letting it drop as if to plunge point first into the center of his hand. The blade itself stopped dead over the center of his hand and began to spin.
As the blade spun he spoke raising his hand to show that the spinning dagger continued to spin and waver not an inch at his movements.
“I know that this proves I am of the old lineage. But brothers and sisters of the senate have I not just guided our plans the one we all agreed and voted on to success down to the tiniest degree.”
One figure rose in the background.
“With all due respect you have been raised and trained to serve those who thoughts guide and better this word. Why should we be surprised you are of the old line.”
Applause and cheers rose throughout the chamber the man smiled and closed his hands around the dagger subtly slipping it into a sleeve to return to his father.
“Wait a minute!”
The idea struck him as if he had been looking at the picture wrong from jump street. He moved back to the center of the room and placed his hand on the table. They all turned to him and waited patiently for the rest of the room to quiet. He tapped his throat three times and suddenly his voice boomed out over the chamber.
“We are looking at this picture from our view, what of those that do not live as long as we do, shall they allow our plans to guide them our will that free will which they feel must be exerted cause our situations and ideas to be discarded and forgotten for things that will destroy themselves after those who have built them cease to be?”
The whole chamber erupted in applause and commotion. The hooded figure smiled deeply to him self as he watched his son’s actions from his hidden location amongst the rafters. He moved through the shadows above the beams and tapped his daughter on the shoulder.
“Your brother guides them from the position we can no longer assume. Our actions must be done in the shadows they would no sooner understand then we comprehend their train of thought now.”
She rose slowly nodding her head and blew her brother a kiss that she swore brought a smile to his lips. She shook her head and stepped through the wormhole her father had opened up. He smiled to himself and let the dagger drop thudding into the table between his son’s fingers. He moved through the wormhole letting it seal it’s self behind him as the cries and gasps drifted upward.
“The Zion’s have become bold Senator.”
The man shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He wondered why his father had let the dagger bearing the hidden family crest thought to be lost appear now. A hand lifted the dagger and gasped as he realized what he held.
“This dagger marks him by the Old Ones!”
Whispers spread like a wave through the senate. The man raised his hand and let them see not a scratch on his person. Then he griped the dagger and spun it over his head letting it drop as if to plunge point first into the center of his hand. The blade itself stopped dead over the center of his hand and began to spin.
As the blade spun he spoke raising his hand to show that the spinning dagger continued to spin and waver not an inch at his movements.
“I know that this proves I am of the old lineage. But brothers and sisters of the senate have I not just guided our plans the one we all agreed and voted on to success down to the tiniest degree.”
One figure rose in the background.
“With all due respect you have been raised and trained to serve those who thoughts guide and better this word. Why should we be surprised you are of the old line.”
Applause and cheers rose throughout the chamber the man smiled and closed his hands around the dagger subtly slipping it into a sleeve to return to his father.