#nik001

Where: progress day

Even with everything going on, the darkness biting at their heels, humanity found a way to cling to hope. It was days like progress day that Lyklor felt the weakest he ever had. Aventia had granted the right conditions for a vessel but today if they weren’t careful hope could be their undoing. With their power weakening within the city the Daemonfey became suspicious of everyone thinking that they be able to see through him, see that he was no normal elvhen. Not that they were closer to figuring out what it meant to be merged, why everything was so messy, why there were impulses that couldn’t be ignored.

Lyklor was trying to find someone, anyone that he could draw strength from but he was out luck. He was looking across yeh crowd like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks when a man walked beside him. He had an aura that made him shrink immediately. “Sorry…” his immediate assumption was that he’d been in the others way.

Seth was still a bit shocked that the Trojans had actually went through with the plan to shoot up the Primordial 40th anniversary party. To him, it was a little less than planned and it certainly wasn’t a good look for them. They looked like idiots, really, with the only person dead being one of their own by the hands of one of their own. And Seth Carter did not like looking like an idiot. And yet, the girl who’d committed treason still lived and breathed in Olympus as if the Trojan motorcycle club was a bunch of pussies with their thumbs up their asses. If Seth were in charge, she wouldn’t have made it out of the hospital where she had stayed and yet, here he was approaching Nik about what the fuck they were going to do about it. 

“Nik, you hear anything about the prospect yet?” Seth asked, sitting back in the chair of the common room where he’d found Nik. He pressed the bottle of beer in his hands to his lips, eyes still keen on the Vice President. Once he was finished swigging from the bottle, he spoke again. “Ya know we look like fuckin’ idiots, right?” he stated, knowing that it was the obvious but still feeling the need to remind those in charge. Seth Carter was anything but a patient man and considering the Club was a young club, they couldn’t just have treason be something you went to trial for. Not when the solution was clear.