PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
Not much to do but watch. Braxton stepped back as Peter shrugged him off and just rolled on the floor like an animal. Whatever's wrong must be making him go crazy. Like with Alexander earlier today... But he didn't freak out like this. Perhaps because this is new to Peter he's reacting so poor. And who even knows how long Alexander had these...spasms? Headache seemed like an understatement. He paced around, watching Peter defenselessly squirm around until he came to his senses. He didn't know what to say, really. How to ask if he was alright or what had just happened. And he couldn't think of any spells that may help at the moment. Sometimes when on the fly he can go blank with some things. Happens to everyone.
He would have helped Peter but Vince was way ahead of him. "Westfield? I think something's wrong int here," he said when Peter told them there's a problem in the city. Braxton looked at everyone. Watching Peter work that computer was like watching someone perform magic. Braxton is good with computers, too, but he'd be damned before he figured out how to command such a....delicate system such as this. It seemed like Peter had his dads ability now. Just what kind of ability is it, really? Like the name for it. He eyed the screen when the source of distress was made clear.
Braxton sighed. "Disciples of Chaos and Mystery. Along with Fire?" He spoke. "I've studied them before. They are rather nasty individuals... Seeing them all together is troubling," he told the others. But learning this attack was going on through a mix of computers and magic disturbed him. He just didn't care for the mix.
"Look at them..." he said to himself. Watching as these...these monsters he'd now had faces to match to names run rampant. People running for their lives, screaming in terror and being attacked? Destruction in their path and ensuing mayhem. What was happening was the work of nightmares. Braxton fidgeted his glasses and but the inside of his cheek. All of this was too insane. No preparation, no King and no promise. Yet they still must do something.
Indeed seeing the disciples meant they were just getting started for the Shadoji. And today they'd now gotten to look at four of seven faces of evil. There are other disciples, yes? Remaining unmet by this generation. Hopefully it would stay that way. "Be damned if they're too powerful. Whether that's the case or not it's our duty to stop them. I'd rain a storm of magic on them and banish them if the rest of you are so unready," Braxton interjected. No such thing as too powerful. Not for someone in the divine order. It seemed like he and this new guy agreed. The girl just pointed out the obvious that they would be outnumbered. No shit. He half expected Mellany to say something juvenile at him for saying anything out loud and Raijah to cower like a dog or growl like one. So uncivilized. "We can stop the delay and..." he started, then came the 'ugh' worthy.
"Can't be serious?" He asked the others. Really? The Knight Cellulars, these....morphers? Back on this nonsensical it would seem. Entertaining this idea was childish and overall....stupid, for lack of better term. Braxton kept his arms crossed and walked to the table. He grabbed one of the devices. "This won't work. And when it doesn't, we can go back to tradition like we should," Braxton said, truly pessimistic. "But I'll go through with this for now. Only because Alexander seemed to believe in it. And so does Peter. I'll respect that." He clutched the cellular and his medallion, holding them up together. How will this work? Sigh...
He would have helped Peter but Vince was way ahead of him. "Westfield? I think something's wrong int here," he said when Peter told them there's a problem in the city. Braxton looked at everyone. Watching Peter work that computer was like watching someone perform magic. Braxton is good with computers, too, but he'd be damned before he figured out how to command such a....delicate system such as this. It seemed like Peter had his dads ability now. Just what kind of ability is it, really? Like the name for it. He eyed the screen when the source of distress was made clear.
Braxton sighed. "Disciples of Chaos and Mystery. Along with Fire?" He spoke. "I've studied them before. They are rather nasty individuals... Seeing them all together is troubling," he told the others. But learning this attack was going on through a mix of computers and magic disturbed him. He just didn't care for the mix.
"Look at them..." he said to himself. Watching as these...these monsters he'd now had faces to match to names run rampant. People running for their lives, screaming in terror and being attacked? Destruction in their path and ensuing mayhem. What was happening was the work of nightmares. Braxton fidgeted his glasses and but the inside of his cheek. All of this was too insane. No preparation, no King and no promise. Yet they still must do something.
Indeed seeing the disciples meant they were just getting started for the Shadoji. And today they'd now gotten to look at four of seven faces of evil. There are other disciples, yes? Remaining unmet by this generation. Hopefully it would stay that way. "Be damned if they're too powerful. Whether that's the case or not it's our duty to stop them. I'd rain a storm of magic on them and banish them if the rest of you are so unready," Braxton interjected. No such thing as too powerful. Not for someone in the divine order. It seemed like he and this new guy agreed. The girl just pointed out the obvious that they would be outnumbered. No shit. He half expected Mellany to say something juvenile at him for saying anything out loud and Raijah to cower like a dog or growl like one. So uncivilized. "We can stop the delay and..." he started, then came the 'ugh' worthy.
"Can't be serious?" He asked the others. Really? The Knight Cellulars, these....morphers? Back on this nonsensical it would seem. Entertaining this idea was childish and overall....stupid, for lack of better term. Braxton kept his arms crossed and walked to the table. He grabbed one of the devices. "This won't work. And when it doesn't, we can go back to tradition like we should," Braxton said, truly pessimistic. "But I'll go through with this for now. Only because Alexander seemed to believe in it. And so does Peter. I'll respect that." He clutched the cellular and his medallion, holding them up together. How will this work? Sigh...