02-16-2014, 05:05 PM
The ache had dulled and the blood flow had been stemmed for the time being. He had called Oborev, but it would take another twenty minutes to arrive.
More than anything else, Michael was frustrated. When would they learn? He took no pleasure in tearing apart team after team of fanatical killers. It was clear they had little experience in dealing with people like him. They threw themselves at him like kindling on a fire. A waste of both life and time.
Seated on the couch Tony had called a bed, he spun nets of Fire and Air, creating multiple balls of light. The balls spun in the air like palm-sized fireflies, dancing to a tune unheard. It was an exercise in precision and control which he used to calm himself from time to time, and calm was exactly what he needed right now.
His peace was shattered as Giovanni returned with a determined step. Michael allowed the balls to disappear with one last flash and crackle of light emphasising his annoyance.
"It's taken care of. I met someone though - one of us. He gave me this and it seemed like he thought it should mean something to me. Do you have any idea?"
Michael took the card with a raised brow, studying the picture of a mockingbird.
One of us? So...another monster reared its head. This one was a curiosity, it would seem. A calling card was usually adopted by a killer, one who thought themselves particularly brilliant. Perhaps this one was justified in his arrogance.
But Michael had had enough of killers and madmen. "I have no idea, but I would suggest you be cautious. We may not be born abominations, but we can become ones if we choose."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Feb 16 2014, 05:06 PM.
More than anything else, Michael was frustrated. When would they learn? He took no pleasure in tearing apart team after team of fanatical killers. It was clear they had little experience in dealing with people like him. They threw themselves at him like kindling on a fire. A waste of both life and time.
Seated on the couch Tony had called a bed, he spun nets of Fire and Air, creating multiple balls of light. The balls spun in the air like palm-sized fireflies, dancing to a tune unheard. It was an exercise in precision and control which he used to calm himself from time to time, and calm was exactly what he needed right now.
His peace was shattered as Giovanni returned with a determined step. Michael allowed the balls to disappear with one last flash and crackle of light emphasising his annoyance.
"It's taken care of. I met someone though - one of us. He gave me this and it seemed like he thought it should mean something to me. Do you have any idea?"
Michael took the card with a raised brow, studying the picture of a mockingbird.
One of us? So...another monster reared its head. This one was a curiosity, it would seem. A calling card was usually adopted by a killer, one who thought themselves particularly brilliant. Perhaps this one was justified in his arrogance.
But Michael had had enough of killers and madmen. "I have no idea, but I would suggest you be cautious. We may not be born abominations, but we can become ones if we choose."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Feb 16 2014, 05:06 PM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."