09-15-2016, 09:45 PM
Viktor rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. It had gotten late. A stretch and he leaned back in his chair, wondering where the hours went. The screen before him was filled with open pages on registered power users, these 'channelers' that he'd been reading about for hours. Many of the accounts were faked. After reading numerous examples, he could almost pick out the genuine ones with a glance.
Like this girl, he swiped back to her file, already having lost her name to the sea of names his eyes roamed that night.
Strange things happen to me. I can't control them, and I don't understand them, and they scare me. Objects move. My paintings become real. Which part is the magic part? Am I just crazy?
Then there was a guy somewhere in the files that claimed to .. A knock on the door and Viktor looked away as his under-Consul entered - face pale and haggard. Worse than a late night could explain. Viktor frowned.
"What happened?"
"The Ascendancy, sir. He was shot. They're taking him to Kremlin Clinical now."
Viktor's chest tightened, horrified. In a flash he grabbed his coat and burst out of the office, demanding details as they walked.
Like this girl, he swiped back to her file, already having lost her name to the sea of names his eyes roamed that night.
Strange things happen to me. I can't control them, and I don't understand them, and they scare me. Objects move. My paintings become real. Which part is the magic part? Am I just crazy?
Then there was a guy somewhere in the files that claimed to .. A knock on the door and Viktor looked away as his under-Consul entered - face pale and haggard. Worse than a late night could explain. Viktor frowned.
"What happened?"
"The Ascendancy, sir. He was shot. They're taking him to Kremlin Clinical now."
Viktor's chest tightened, horrified. In a flash he grabbed his coat and burst out of the office, demanding details as they walked.