<strong>Dark Aesir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=32223.msg1716730#msg1716730)<br/>En Route with Medea and Hellion<br/>Early Morning</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Is there anything we can do for you, to make you feel less threatened?" I ask the ragged, rather homeless looking fellow in the back seat.  "You do not look very well."  I pitch my voice slightly, testing, seeing if he responds to it in the way he's supposed to. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jonah heard the Dancer speak and her voice echoed as if sang by a hundred monks, the open throated groaning chant of the high Himalayas sang through the innocent words. It rang his head like a bell briefly doubling his vision.<br/><br/>He slapped his hand to his head as the ache arced from temple to temple, a brief icepick and then it was gone. He shook a finger at the beautiful Dancer and wiped at his face.<br/><br/>“That – that's enough of that, young lady. I will turn this car around right now.” he said grimacing into a grin at his own vague humor while massaging his forehead even after the spike had past..<br/><br/>“And I look grubby, not ill.” he said, stalling. His katana blade eyes flicked around the car careful to dodge those of the lovely woman in the front, even though he dearly wanted to just melt into them, her deep orchid eyes.<br/><br/>He tried to notice anything, whatever might help his situation. But there were no glowing weak points, no slowing of time, no flaming demons grinning trough the remaining windows. He felt abandoned, let down by the Aesir. Jonah never realized how quiet his brain was when the Aesir force wasn't banging around through it like a palsied tinker.<br/><br/>He looked back to the Scrapper, her black hair whipping around the the wind, the mask just a mall grade fashion statement now, hugging her neck. She sat in the seat ready. My god, was she ever not ready. And this antelope woman with the endless eyes...these were not walk in's. He didn't need the Aesir to know that these women were trained. Trained hard, and it was looking like the fire for him.<br/><br/>“You don't look like company girls.” he said carefully, sitting back. He casually hiked one leg up to rest his dirty sneaker on the seat.<br/><br/>“Well,<em>you</em>don't anyway.” he said to the Dancer while keeping the Scrapper in his vision, just off center. She would be the one to really hurt him when the fireworks started. The cool industrial air of Jersey flapped against his face making him squint.<br/><br/>“You mercs? Bounty hunters?” he asked calmly, waiting for it, waiting for that inbreathing of the universe when the Aesir rose and the world gave way to its prowess. But it didn't happen, not even a little. As the bridge whined past them, bumping underneath with a rail car click at each stay, it became clear to Jonah that he was on his own. And so he gave a mental shrug, what the hell.<br/><br/>“Ooorr maybe you're just looking for a good time?”<br/><br/>