Re: The Jaded/The Disaffected
Nicky hadn't wanted to be a big picture guy. He still avoided the responsibility when he could, but it always came back, nipping at his ankles with sharp little teeth until it became possible to ignore. "Yeah, daddy issues." Didn't deny it because what was the point. Pretty obvious, when daddy was a fucking god, that you were going to have some issues there. It was the responsibility thing again; you could try to rebel - Nicky had certainly tried - but it always reeled him back in the end. There was no running from it. Not for long.
Stood up, stepping back into his shoes. They always wanted proof. He could give Emil proof. Felt like he already had, but. Something incontrovertible. Tangible; not that five bills in his pocket wasn't tangible enough. Held his right hand out to one side. The ring changed, flowed into his palm. Grew as a faintly purple aura surrounded Nicky. In a moment he was holding a sword, an honest-to-gods sword, black iron so dark it drank the light in. His other hand reached out for Emil's, inviting, as he gathered the shadows in the room around them, bending and warping the light, cloaking them in darkness. "Proof is this way, if you really want it." Let him make the choice.