New Players In The Pattern

[Nox]

Nox was pulling on his lounging shorts when he felt the power being drawn upon across the hall. Cruz was upstairs, he'd watched him go up the stairs. There should be no one down here. Nox seized the source and felt the fire pull through his skin. He felt the Ijiraq pulling through him again but he moved nonetheless. A fireball in hand Nox stepped into Sage's room with a flurry, arm cocked ready to defend his friend.

Sage was sitting on the bed staring at another man and they were staring dumbfounded into each others eyes. "What the fuck?" Nox looked at Sage. "Sage... are you alright?" He looked perfectly fine sitting in his boxers and t-shirt with another man who was even less dressed.

Nova bound over to him and nearly knocked him down jumping on his leg. Nox shook his head and let the fireball go. The power burned inside but he held it a little while longer. It seared his insides and he fought the power. It was his, and no one would take it from him. No one! Nova licked at his hand and Nox used it to scratch behind the growing pups ears. Nox didn't wait for an answer. He turned and shut the door behind him. Well at least he didn't have to worry about telling Sage no tonight. There was a tinge of jealousy in his thoughts but Sage wasn't his. And he wasn't Sage's.

Nox sighed as he walked into the dojo and laid down in the middle of the floor in corpse pose. It was how he felt - dead. But the power churned inside him burning his insides. And Nox tried not to care, tried not to remember the feeling on nearly dying, but it was near impossible with the power coursing through his body. Nox used the power to light the room with the aura effect he'd seen Methos' kid do at the concert. It reminded him of Aurora and he laid staring at the pretty lights stretching out the stress and burning of this horrid night.