Post by Jasper Stanlyn on Feb 10, 2016 3:32:09 GMT
“Channeling magic will slowly evaporate the rune,” Isadore said. “Before, you were channeling a natural attunement. As long as you don’t do something big like before, this rune will probably last for the rest of the day.”
“And by then we should have you calmed down,” Johnson continued. “Hopefully we won’t have to sneak you into a fireproof cell tonight.” He chuckled, which Jasper felt was maybe out of place. “After the rune runs out, you’ll either revert to your natural attunement or be unable to use magic at all. Obviously, while you’re uncontrolled, one is a better outcome than the other.”
Jasper responded simply with a nod. The rules of this “magic” seemed to be clearly figured out… How long had it been known? And more importantly, just how prevalent was it?
Somewhere inside of him, Jasper had a feeling that he wouldn’t be at the top anymore. He didn’t view himself as working class individual; he prided himself on his management skills, on his ability to make decisions. What would this new world be comprised of? Even if he was able to continue with his normal life in some form or another, how would he be treated?
Deep breaths, he thought to himself. He would find a way to the top. He always could.
The car began to slow down, and a brief peak outside the very tinted windows made it clear that they were at… some destination. Seemingly in London. “Ahh, we’re here,” Johnson said, opening the door. “On your best behavior, gentlemen.”
Jasper shot a look at Isadore, mixed with concern and trepidation. But the brief glance was cut short by his door being opened. Time to put on the face he needed to wear.
They walked into the building, and it was as glorious as was to be expected. Jasper gave a cursory inspection of the decorations. The technical quality of the design was beyond superb, and the aesthetic itself fit the formal quality of the building. Secretive and powerful, the cutting edge.
But it was not time to inspect the design choices of this particular agency. It was time to interact and submit.
At the operator desk, the person behind looked at the trio. “Name?”
Johnson pulled out his badge and handed it over. “Agent Johnson. I have with me here Jasper Stanlyn and Isadore Meredeth.”
A moment of pause. “Where are you headed?”
“Debriefing, then Registration.”
“Already?”
“Yes.”
“Very well.” The operator handed back Johnson’s badge. “Debriefing Room A37. I’ll notify Mr. Blacksilver.”
“Thanks.” Johnson turned to the left. “This way.”
Jasper followed the agent closely. He figured there was far more to know, and he briefly considered asking Johnson about this--what the purpose of this debriefing was--but he doubted he would be told everything about this world. What he was already told, what he would be told, and what there were to know… He wasn’t sure on any of those fronts.
No, he would have to sit back until more cards were dealt. Best not to gamble before he had a clear view of the playing table.
Jasper then looked at Isadore, turning his attention to his friend. Worry was plainly painted on his face. ”Are you okay?” he asked, his voice lowered. He didn’t expect to keep his voice from the agent; the lack of background noise ensured that. But he wanted to keep Isadore comfortable.
“And by then we should have you calmed down,” Johnson continued. “Hopefully we won’t have to sneak you into a fireproof cell tonight.” He chuckled, which Jasper felt was maybe out of place. “After the rune runs out, you’ll either revert to your natural attunement or be unable to use magic at all. Obviously, while you’re uncontrolled, one is a better outcome than the other.”
Jasper responded simply with a nod. The rules of this “magic” seemed to be clearly figured out… How long had it been known? And more importantly, just how prevalent was it?
Somewhere inside of him, Jasper had a feeling that he wouldn’t be at the top anymore. He didn’t view himself as working class individual; he prided himself on his management skills, on his ability to make decisions. What would this new world be comprised of? Even if he was able to continue with his normal life in some form or another, how would he be treated?
Deep breaths, he thought to himself. He would find a way to the top. He always could.
The car began to slow down, and a brief peak outside the very tinted windows made it clear that they were at… some destination. Seemingly in London. “Ahh, we’re here,” Johnson said, opening the door. “On your best behavior, gentlemen.”
Jasper shot a look at Isadore, mixed with concern and trepidation. But the brief glance was cut short by his door being opened. Time to put on the face he needed to wear.
They walked into the building, and it was as glorious as was to be expected. Jasper gave a cursory inspection of the decorations. The technical quality of the design was beyond superb, and the aesthetic itself fit the formal quality of the building. Secretive and powerful, the cutting edge.
But it was not time to inspect the design choices of this particular agency. It was time to interact and submit.
At the operator desk, the person behind looked at the trio. “Name?”
Johnson pulled out his badge and handed it over. “Agent Johnson. I have with me here Jasper Stanlyn and Isadore Meredeth.”
A moment of pause. “Where are you headed?”
“Debriefing, then Registration.”
“Already?”
“Yes.”
“Very well.” The operator handed back Johnson’s badge. “Debriefing Room A37. I’ll notify Mr. Blacksilver.”
“Thanks.” Johnson turned to the left. “This way.”
Jasper followed the agent closely. He figured there was far more to know, and he briefly considered asking Johnson about this--what the purpose of this debriefing was--but he doubted he would be told everything about this world. What he was already told, what he would be told, and what there were to know… He wasn’t sure on any of those fronts.
No, he would have to sit back until more cards were dealt. Best not to gamble before he had a clear view of the playing table.
Jasper then looked at Isadore, turning his attention to his friend. Worry was plainly painted on his face. ”Are you okay?” he asked, his voice lowered. He didn’t expect to keep his voice from the agent; the lack of background noise ensured that. But he wanted to keep Isadore comfortable.
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