10-02-2016, 03:10 PM
Victoria quietly accepted the well crafted side arm. Simple, but effective. She didn't expect anything else from the Major General. It didn't feel correct in her hand like her own did, but that was expected. Her own wasn't even standard issue, but a personal weapon she'd had signed off. A family gift. It was... special. She'd found herself with more of an edge when using that with other weapons. Likely the familiarity building a bond.
Ensuring the safety was on, her hand slipped around the familiar grip of a sidearm, gripping it tightly. No discharging it in here of course. Stopping herself from chewing on her lip as she thought, a bad habit of hers, Victoria just thinned her mouth, looking around the room. What to do? What would seem... impressive. Her eyes passed everything until they finally came to rest on Stanko's desk. A bit of mischievousness actually sparked inside of her. As terribly inappropriate as it would be to have a bit of fun with this...
Not that she needed to hold her hand out, but Victoria did anyway. The gestures felt natural. That was how it always worked in... films, not that she'd ever admit that. Far too embarrassing. Even more so was the fact that she'd thought she might need a wand for a while. No. Concentrate. Always had to concentrate on the threads. Taking a deep breath, she fell back into the flow of the power, letting it come to her. That was the way of it. Let it take you, anchor yourself down, and simply direct the power that flowed through you. Every sensation, heightened, while emotion was pushed to the side. Useful in battle, certainly.
The small threads of yellow appeared, weaving together to slowly raise Stanko's desk in front of him. Victoria kept her face grimly set; if she wasn't embracing the power, the sight of Stanko's shocked face disappearing behind his desk would have been rather amusing. When the heavy, wooden furniture was floating close to the ceiling, she tied the flow off, and straightened herself on the chair fussily. Looking up, she met Stanko's eye, the desk now high enough to not obscure her view of him.
"I can bring it back down at any time."
Ensuring the safety was on, her hand slipped around the familiar grip of a sidearm, gripping it tightly. No discharging it in here of course. Stopping herself from chewing on her lip as she thought, a bad habit of hers, Victoria just thinned her mouth, looking around the room. What to do? What would seem... impressive. Her eyes passed everything until they finally came to rest on Stanko's desk. A bit of mischievousness actually sparked inside of her. As terribly inappropriate as it would be to have a bit of fun with this...
Not that she needed to hold her hand out, but Victoria did anyway. The gestures felt natural. That was how it always worked in... films, not that she'd ever admit that. Far too embarrassing. Even more so was the fact that she'd thought she might need a wand for a while. No. Concentrate. Always had to concentrate on the threads. Taking a deep breath, she fell back into the flow of the power, letting it come to her. That was the way of it. Let it take you, anchor yourself down, and simply direct the power that flowed through you. Every sensation, heightened, while emotion was pushed to the side. Useful in battle, certainly.
The small threads of yellow appeared, weaving together to slowly raise Stanko's desk in front of him. Victoria kept her face grimly set; if she wasn't embracing the power, the sight of Stanko's shocked face disappearing behind his desk would have been rather amusing. When the heavy, wooden furniture was floating close to the ceiling, she tied the flow off, and straightened herself on the chair fussily. Looking up, she met Stanko's eye, the desk now high enough to not obscure her view of him.
"I can bring it back down at any time."