05-24-2017, 11:27 PM
Chakravartin simply raised an eyebrow at Aang. Attempting threats? Hmph, if there was anyone present without a mean bone, it was him. He picked up the weapon Aang had rejected, and thought about how he would destroy it- when it began to be transformed into glimmering light, of many colors. He nearly dropped the precious stuff, shocked at the existence of new Omnilium, but he managed to grab it in time. It wasn't much. Barely anything, in fact. But it was more. And it used to be a gun.
"...I have more questions." Chakravartin announced, stepping past Aang and his oh-so threatening fireball. "You never said who your boss was. Or what he wanted with 'new Primes'." He walked up to the woman, lifting her up with one of his Palace Hands, by the shoulder, and keeping her suspended a few milimeters off the ground- he wasn't a sadist, he wasn't going to force her to put weight on her newly twisted ankle. It served no purpose. "And, now I've just figured out a new trick!" he said, smiling evilly. "Tell me, if I can turn a gun into Omnilium, can I turn other things into Omnilium?" the Palace Hand squeezed lightly, and the Amazon's jacket began to glow brilliant color. A few paltry more OM, he thought. Just barely more than he accumulated through simple existence, but it was there. Another Palace Hand lightly landed on her head, tracing a tiny circle on her forehead, and she began to look worried.
Chakravartin wondered, if Omnilium measured the worth of all things, how much was a person's life?
Was he, a Prime, so great that simply standing in place for a half hour could accumulate more OM than the entire lifetime of a Secondary?
His eyes slid slowly over to Aang. The Avatar was threatening them with death by fire- the implication at least. He couldn't have a problem with Chakravartin threatening something similar as well.
"Now... I'm in sore need of a teacher. We're new to the world, and we need information. Answers to questions. You can start with your employers, and from there we'll move on to the Omniverse at large." he said mildly, like making small talk. "Or I see how much your life is worth. Less wasteful than fire, wouldn't you agree Aang?" he looked out over the others, of the mercenary band staring at him with genuine fear. "And if she's too stubborn a teacher, I'm sure I can find someone else."
The rotund man audibly gulped.
It felt right.
"...I have more questions." Chakravartin announced, stepping past Aang and his oh-so threatening fireball. "You never said who your boss was. Or what he wanted with 'new Primes'." He walked up to the woman, lifting her up with one of his Palace Hands, by the shoulder, and keeping her suspended a few milimeters off the ground- he wasn't a sadist, he wasn't going to force her to put weight on her newly twisted ankle. It served no purpose. "And, now I've just figured out a new trick!" he said, smiling evilly. "Tell me, if I can turn a gun into Omnilium, can I turn other things into Omnilium?" the Palace Hand squeezed lightly, and the Amazon's jacket began to glow brilliant color. A few paltry more OM, he thought. Just barely more than he accumulated through simple existence, but it was there. Another Palace Hand lightly landed on her head, tracing a tiny circle on her forehead, and she began to look worried.
Chakravartin wondered, if Omnilium measured the worth of all things, how much was a person's life?
Was he, a Prime, so great that simply standing in place for a half hour could accumulate more OM than the entire lifetime of a Secondary?
His eyes slid slowly over to Aang. The Avatar was threatening them with death by fire- the implication at least. He couldn't have a problem with Chakravartin threatening something similar as well.
"Now... I'm in sore need of a teacher. We're new to the world, and we need information. Answers to questions. You can start with your employers, and from there we'll move on to the Omniverse at large." he said mildly, like making small talk. "Or I see how much your life is worth. Less wasteful than fire, wouldn't you agree Aang?" he looked out over the others, of the mercenary band staring at him with genuine fear. "And if she's too stubborn a teacher, I'm sure I can find someone else."
The rotund man audibly gulped.
It felt right.
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