It was hard not to be a little nervous as the line moved forward and Brett’s turn drew closer. Fighting other Supers was one thing, he’d been trained for most of his life how to handle that sort of situation, but diplomacy and politics were completely different animals. As minds are prone to do, his brain tossing up scenarios of things he could say or do wrong, supplying them as fast as he shoved the old ones away. He got so swept up in the miasma of nerves that he almost didn’t notice that his turn had arrived and Iliana was staring at him. Thankfully, the sudden need to move put him on autopilot, keeping his brain from stumbling over itself.
“It’s an honor to meet you ma’am. My name is Barrier.” He shook her hand carefully, meeting her eyes as he spoke. She was taller than he’d realized when sitting down, nearly as tall as him, and he wasn’t exactly a short fellow.
“The honor is mine, Barrier. And please, no ma’am and no titles. Just Iliana.” Her grip was firm, practiced, the kind of handshake he’d expect someone seasoned in politics to give. When it ended he stepped over, moving to greet Steven while Justin took his place with Iliana.
Steven’s handshake was about the same, but he had little else in common with Iliana. While his expression was neutral, there was a hardness to his eyes that was impossible to miss. This was a man who was on the lookout for trouble and suspected that anyone might be its agent. Despite the visible suspicion, his tone was perfectly controlled and polite when he spoke, clearly he’d put a lot of practice into this. “Nice to meet you, Barrier. Please take good care of Iliana and I.”
“I’ll give it all I have,” Brett assured him.
Those hard eyes looked him up and down a single time before meeting Brett’s gaze once more. “You seem well-trained and fit; I hope your gift has been adequately developed as well.”
“Like all powers it’s not unbeatable, but it’s taken me far and I’ve worked hard to master it.”
“He’s being modest; Barrier there is a real tough guy to put down.” Angela, who’d preceded Brett in line, had apparently decided that this was a situation where she should chime in. Brett glanced to the rest of the team, waiting for them to quiet her, but no one seemed bothered by the outburst. “I’ve fought him myself, and I guarantee his power is up to snuff.”
“Is that so? Then I shall lean hard on you should a moment demand it, Barrier.” Steven released his hand and turned to Justin, who was the last member of the team making his introductions.
Iliana stepped away from her fellow diplomat slightly, taking the attention of the suite with her as she moved. By the time Justin and Steven finished their greeting, she was standing in a central point where everyone could see her easily. She didn’t do anything to signal that she was about to speak, yet Brett knew it was coming all the same. Whether it was the shining skin or diplomatic training, the woman knew how to work a room.
“While the exchange of names is an important aspect of a first meeting, in United Avalon it is also customary to share the nature of our gifts on such occasions. I understand that here you guard that information closely as a personal secret, however I ask that you indulge Steven and I as we display ours to you. If nothing else, it may be prudent to know what we are capable of in the event we come under attack.”
Slowly, she raised her arms, the glow coming from them reflecting off a metal lamp on a nearby end table. “As you have no doubt guessed, my gift comes with a physical trait, a marking bestowed on some of our people. Though such is not always the case, for me it is an indicator of the power I possess, the ability to emit light at various intensities. I can fill a room with a gentle glow or make a flash so powerful it momentarily blinds those who see it.” Iliana’s hands turned, her palms facing the ceiling as beams of light shone from them, tight cylinders which grew wider until they cast a shine on everything nearby. The beams soon faded as Iliana lowered her arms.
“Steven’s gift is more useful in dire situations, that is part of why he was selected for this position. He has the power to alter the velocity of any given object with a touch, sending it off at a direction and speed of his choosing. Steven, if you will?” Although Iliana phrased it as a question, the expectation of compliance was clear even to those who didn’t know the pair.
Without any objection or hesitation, Steven walked over to the trash bin and picked out Angela’s finished soda can. He set it down on an end table, then did a quick scan of the room. With one finger, he reached out and barely grasped the can’s aluminum edge. Instantly it flew straight upward, banging softly into the ceiling before clattering back down to the floor. Steven reached down, picked the can up, and placed it back into the trash.
“Thank you for sharing that with us,” Unseelie said, moving to the front of her team in a few steps. “As you’ve said, in our country Heroes don’t openly discuss the way our abilities work, and I appreciate your willingness to respect that. I assure you, we have gifts and training up to the task of keeping you both safe, and everyone here will fight to the last breath against any who try to attack you. Though I, like you, hope no violence will be necessary. Now that introductions are done, would you like some time to get settled, or would you prefer to begin discussing plans for the coming days?”
“Our time is precious, as I know is yours, so I’d much rather get to work,” Iliana replied.
Unseelie turned to Bayou. “Panic, Charon, and I will stay behind to start the first guard shift and make plans with our guests. Take the others back to base until it’s their shift, and make sure everyone is rested and ready when their turn comes. If I need you, I’ll call, so be prepared for that too. I don’t think anyone will make a move so soon, however that’s exactly what someone out there might want me to believe.”
“We’ll be standing by if needed.” Bayou motioned to the others, who followed him over to the DVA agent with the tight ponytail.
Brett took one last glance at the room, and the diplomats, before the teleporter could send them back to the base. As much as he was intrigued by these strangers from another land, something else drew his attention. It was fleeting, and only happened for a split-second just before the room vanished in another burst of red, but he saw a strange expression on Angela’s face, or rather the parts not covered by her mask. Once they vanished, however, he immediately began to doubt himself. He must have seen wrong, or he was projecting his own fears onto Angela, either explanation was more viable than him actually having seen her expression correctly.
After all, what the hell could make someone like Angela DeSoto show a flash of genuine worry?