07-26-2018, 06:08 PM
What had begun as a fun bit of showing off suddenly turned ugly. Like really badly ugly. The woman stared in terror at the glass, stumbled back as if scared to death.
All humor fell from him immediately and he dropped the power. Like seriously, in a single heartbeat it was gone. He didn't even think about the glass falling to the ground and shattering, didn't worry about shards scattering freely to cut someone's feet. The fear in her eyes was like a stab to his gut.
And the mother fucking glass continued to float in the air, spinning faster and faster. There was no feel of the power nearby, no threads holding it up. What the fuck?!?
He felt a chill go up his spine. Something was not right here. Not right at all.
And all of a sudden the glass shattered outward, exploded, jagged slivers flying like knives in every direction, champagne raining outward. His jaw dropped as he saw the woman's face. He seized the power, tried to get a thread of air in time.
Too late. Droplets of blood appeared. Most were superficial. But the one under her jaw....fuck fuck fuck!!!! The power made it all too clear. He could see the twinkle of glass, a tiny piece but no less deadly for all of that, had embedded itself there.
People milled about in horror. There were screams. Ivan reached out to her, to steady her, to help her. Instead, another man swooped in, taking her under his care. Even as he checked on the woman, he shot him a look of pure anger and hate. "What did he do to you!"
he asked worriedly.
Ivan was stunned. "I didn't....I didn't do anything."
Someone had. His mood dropped. This wasn't a time for being confused. He was trained for this. He focused his attention, looking around for anyone behaving suspiciously.
And what he saw was everyone looking at him with fear. Many had shifted back, some pushing against others to get away. There were further shouts and suddenly, Ivan felt hands grab at his arms. Two men, draped in black, held him.
More importantly, they held the power to the full. And they were strong. The look they shot him was full of threat, their power trained on him like a gun. "Drop it! Now!"
one commanded.
Immediately he let the power go. He had to defuse the situation. This was as intense as any shoot out he'd ever seen. This was about as bad as it could be. He had to get control of the situation. He held his hands out defensively. "I didn't do it. I'm a cop. There, in my breast pocket. You'll see."
And he didn't move. Talking too much got people killed. The second pulled his wallet and shield from his pocket with power, held it up to the first. "Well, he has credentials, anyway. Could be fake though."
The first asked threateningly, "What are you doing here?"
Need to keep everyone calm. "The Ascendancy ordered me to come. As security."
Number two looked at him flatly. "The Ascendancy. Really."
He stepped forward. "Man, this is a dangerous game you are playing."
Ivan stayed calm though part of him wanted to just explode. He hated Brandon, now. And yet now he was the only man who could get him out of this.
His voice cool, hiding the thread of fear that kept threatening to take over, he said, "Check with him. His aides."
He looked over at the woman and guilt twisted his gut. He hadn't done this. He knew what he was doing. At least enough for that. He had dropped the power, period! Still, if he hadn't been acting like a fucking moron....Someone had framed him. Somehow. Using the power in a way that was hidden.
God help everyone if people could channel in secret, with no oversight.
One thing at a time, Vanya. Just don't get killed here and now. Or thrown in jail. Or worse. Worry about the rest later.
[[ooc- i didn't name the Rods. Feel free to make them whomever anyone wants to.]]
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jul 26 2018, 06:10 PM.
All humor fell from him immediately and he dropped the power. Like seriously, in a single heartbeat it was gone. He didn't even think about the glass falling to the ground and shattering, didn't worry about shards scattering freely to cut someone's feet. The fear in her eyes was like a stab to his gut.
And the mother fucking glass continued to float in the air, spinning faster and faster. There was no feel of the power nearby, no threads holding it up. What the fuck?!?
He felt a chill go up his spine. Something was not right here. Not right at all.
And all of a sudden the glass shattered outward, exploded, jagged slivers flying like knives in every direction, champagne raining outward. His jaw dropped as he saw the woman's face. He seized the power, tried to get a thread of air in time.
Too late. Droplets of blood appeared. Most were superficial. But the one under her jaw....fuck fuck fuck!!!! The power made it all too clear. He could see the twinkle of glass, a tiny piece but no less deadly for all of that, had embedded itself there.
People milled about in horror. There were screams. Ivan reached out to her, to steady her, to help her. Instead, another man swooped in, taking her under his care. Even as he checked on the woman, he shot him a look of pure anger and hate. "What did he do to you!"
he asked worriedly.
Ivan was stunned. "I didn't....I didn't do anything."
Someone had. His mood dropped. This wasn't a time for being confused. He was trained for this. He focused his attention, looking around for anyone behaving suspiciously.
And what he saw was everyone looking at him with fear. Many had shifted back, some pushing against others to get away. There were further shouts and suddenly, Ivan felt hands grab at his arms. Two men, draped in black, held him.
More importantly, they held the power to the full. And they were strong. The look they shot him was full of threat, their power trained on him like a gun. "Drop it! Now!"
one commanded.
Immediately he let the power go. He had to defuse the situation. This was as intense as any shoot out he'd ever seen. This was about as bad as it could be. He had to get control of the situation. He held his hands out defensively. "I didn't do it. I'm a cop. There, in my breast pocket. You'll see."
And he didn't move. Talking too much got people killed. The second pulled his wallet and shield from his pocket with power, held it up to the first. "Well, he has credentials, anyway. Could be fake though."
The first asked threateningly, "What are you doing here?"
Need to keep everyone calm. "The Ascendancy ordered me to come. As security."
Number two looked at him flatly. "The Ascendancy. Really."
He stepped forward. "Man, this is a dangerous game you are playing."
Ivan stayed calm though part of him wanted to just explode. He hated Brandon, now. And yet now he was the only man who could get him out of this.
His voice cool, hiding the thread of fear that kept threatening to take over, he said, "Check with him. His aides."
He looked over at the woman and guilt twisted his gut. He hadn't done this. He knew what he was doing. At least enough for that. He had dropped the power, period! Still, if he hadn't been acting like a fucking moron....Someone had framed him. Somehow. Using the power in a way that was hidden.
God help everyone if people could channel in secret, with no oversight.
One thing at a time, Vanya. Just don't get killed here and now. Or thrown in jail. Or worse. Worry about the rest later.
[[ooc- i didn't name the Rods. Feel free to make them whomever anyone wants to.]]
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jul 26 2018, 06:10 PM.