09-28-2013, 10:03 PM
The questions were what Trano expected--censored, servile and uninspired. Of course, he wasn't really focusing on them. He could see a light in his mind's eye. Is that what I think it is?
He tried to reach out and grasp it, for probably the fiftieth time. Of course, he had never seen what he was reaching for.
Every other time, he had tried the slow deliberate approach. But the definition of insanity was trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Or at least, that's how the saying goes.
He smirked to himself. Thinking I can do fucking magic is pretty insane too.
Abandoning his earlier strategy, he practically tackled and seized the glowing light in his mind. Instead of coaxing it to follow him, he overpowered it--and it worked. His vision sharpened, he could hear Chen's heart beat. Then he looked up--just in time to see thin golden tendrils wrapping around the lights. They kept flickering in and out of his vision, but he could tell they were constricting.
There's terrifying, and then there's holy-shit-the-room-just-exploded-and-the-ruler-of-half-the-world-and-not-the-good-half-just-gave-me-a-really-creepy-look terrifying. Needless to say, Nicholas Trano was experiencing the latter. Bastard didn't even flinch while being showered with shards of glass. Of course, why would he? He caused it.
The look on Chen's face would have been priceless any other time. Of course, finding out that the Sith Lord of half the world could actually use the force was not one of those times.
In short order, Darth Brandon's storm troopers had arrived to take control of the situation. So many of them flooded the room that Nicholas wondered where Brandon kept them all. In seconds the evil bastard was surrounded by men dumb enough to take a bullet for him, and he was being ushered from the room--probably to some secure bunker.
With their overlord safe, the custody agents quickly rounded everybody up--after all, if there was another bomb in the room it wouldn't be very good publicity to lose a hundred journalists and another half that number in valuable agents. Nicholas was terrified, but at the same time he felt invincible. He and Chen hurried to the door where security agents were herding people to a holding area.
He turned to the officer in charge, who was busy shouting orders. Chen had already passed through--his loss. "I'd like to be escorted out--it's obvious I had nothing to do with this."
He didn't know what he was doing, but dozens of different colored wires sunk into the man's skull.
Nicholas was still trying to figure out what the nurses were dosing him with in his padded room when one of the lower-ranked agents had gotten him to his car.
Edited by Nick Trano, Sep 28 2013, 10:13 PM.
He tried to reach out and grasp it, for probably the fiftieth time. Of course, he had never seen what he was reaching for.
Every other time, he had tried the slow deliberate approach. But the definition of insanity was trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Or at least, that's how the saying goes.
He smirked to himself. Thinking I can do fucking magic is pretty insane too.
Abandoning his earlier strategy, he practically tackled and seized the glowing light in his mind. Instead of coaxing it to follow him, he overpowered it--and it worked. His vision sharpened, he could hear Chen's heart beat. Then he looked up--just in time to see thin golden tendrils wrapping around the lights. They kept flickering in and out of his vision, but he could tell they were constricting.
There's terrifying, and then there's holy-shit-the-room-just-exploded-and-the-ruler-of-half-the-world-and-not-the-good-half-just-gave-me-a-really-creepy-look terrifying. Needless to say, Nicholas Trano was experiencing the latter. Bastard didn't even flinch while being showered with shards of glass. Of course, why would he? He caused it.
The look on Chen's face would have been priceless any other time. Of course, finding out that the Sith Lord of half the world could actually use the force was not one of those times.
In short order, Darth Brandon's storm troopers had arrived to take control of the situation. So many of them flooded the room that Nicholas wondered where Brandon kept them all. In seconds the evil bastard was surrounded by men dumb enough to take a bullet for him, and he was being ushered from the room--probably to some secure bunker.
With their overlord safe, the custody agents quickly rounded everybody up--after all, if there was another bomb in the room it wouldn't be very good publicity to lose a hundred journalists and another half that number in valuable agents. Nicholas was terrified, but at the same time he felt invincible. He and Chen hurried to the door where security agents were herding people to a holding area.
He turned to the officer in charge, who was busy shouting orders. Chen had already passed through--his loss. "I'd like to be escorted out--it's obvious I had nothing to do with this."
He didn't know what he was doing, but dozens of different colored wires sunk into the man's skull.
Nicholas was still trying to figure out what the nurses were dosing him with in his padded room when one of the lower-ranked agents had gotten him to his car.
Edited by Nick Trano, Sep 28 2013, 10:13 PM.