Discovering New Toys

[Nox]

Nox started looking around the warehouse again. He'd scoured the entire place before, but he was just looking around. Now he had a purpose. Nox was looking around for objects he could use. He had distinct objects in his head that he wanted to use. Things that could be useful and still small and easy to carry without looking a fool.

There was that word again. Fool. Why care all of a sudden what people thought of him. It was either Aria and his feelings for her or he was being paranoid about what seemed to be some kind of new regime within the Atharim. Appearances were everything now. Getting caught letting someone like him live meant death. Getting caught being one of the godlings, meant death. Nox sighed, it looked like he had very few options and most of them lead to death.

He chided himself on those odds. He would overcome them. It was that or die, and Nox really didn't want to die. But he'd have tricks up his sleeve and he couldn't wait to try some of them out.

Nox turned the place inside out searching through boxes and closets that were strung out through the warehouse. He hadn't exactly found what he was looking for, which meant he had to go out into the blistering cold that was Moscow in the winter.

He had found a flashlight. Nox flipped the switch on and blinded himself. He quickly flipped it back off. And the world came into clear focus. More ideas. A wide grin appeared on Nox's lips as if by magic. He might have just found the key to one of his dream weaves. And all it took was finding a flashlight, and staring it down.