It probably was a bad idea to use blatant magic, especially in a panic situation like this. It was almost definitely a bad idea to use magic when she didn't even have an idea of whether or not the Council knew she was back.
But she damn well wasn't going to sit around and wait for someone to get the lights back on, and she wasn't going to watch while people ran arond, panicked, and stampeded each other while they waited.
So, with a muttered "Allumez" that sent an ankle-height low-level lighting style glow streaming down the hallways, she started through the apartment. Her fingertips tapped against her hip in a repetitive, military beat. Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Order to the chaos. Purpose to the panic. Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Get in line, people. Let's do this right.
When the light filled the hallways of the building, he blinked in confusion, his eyes narrowing as he made his way through the building, flashlight still angled just above his shoulder. He knew that that kind of light wasn't coming from any kind of electronic source. Which could have meant several different things at this point, none of which he was all that fond of.
He had no big issues with the magic or the aliens, or the people with powers. Not really. Sometimes it made his life a helluva lot easier, sometimes it made it a helluva lot harder, but the fact that he was not one of these gifted individuals, and had nothing to protect himself from the dangerous ones but the glock on his hip wasn't exactly much of a comfort. The only thing he could really do was keep his eyes open and always be looking over his shoulder, to at least try and stay a step ahead.
He continued to make his way through the halls, searching for the source of the light, and keeping his eyes open for anything that was out of the ordinary.
Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. The Council would probably rant and scream about it, but the truth as she saw it was that the Council would have done the same damn thing themselves. THis wasn't invasive, this wasn't rewiring anyone's thoughts. It was just like a veil, altering people's perceptions a little. Only in this case, calming them down and making them alert and more practically minded than they might normally be.
The police couldn't do it all, after all, or so she thought. Although she was at least relieved to see a police presence around the area. God... the city must be panicking to be in the dark like this. Humans were not creatures of the night, not like...
Oh god. Her eyes widened for a moment, realization setting in. Certain creatures would be having a buffet with this, and the Wardens would be overtasked.
Flack swept the flashlight through the hallways, following his gut towards the source of the light. He was feeling calmer than he had five minutes earlier, which, albeit, was a bit strange, but nothing that he was worrying about at the moment. He continued to make his way through the building, until the beam of the flashlight fell on a figure in front of him, and he stopped, reaching for the badge on his hip.
"You alright, ma'am?"
He tried to keep the flashlight away from her eyes, she wasn't a suspect, she was a civilian, but certain things just always came as second nature to him, and that included the way he held the flashlight -- up over the shoulder, shining down at whatever was in front of him.
It also probably didn't help that he was six-four, either.
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But she damn well wasn't going to sit around and wait for someone to get the lights back on, and she wasn't going to watch while people ran arond, panicked, and stampeded each other while they waited.
So, with a muttered "Allumez" that sent an ankle-height low-level lighting style glow streaming down the hallways, she started through the apartment. Her fingertips tapped against her hip in a repetitive, military beat. Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Order to the chaos. Purpose to the panic. Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Get in line, people. Let's do this right.
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He had no big issues with the magic or the aliens, or the people with powers. Not really. Sometimes it made his life a helluva lot easier, sometimes it made it a helluva lot harder, but the fact that he was not one of these gifted individuals, and had nothing to protect himself from the dangerous ones but the glock on his hip wasn't exactly much of a comfort. The only thing he could really do was keep his eyes open and always be looking over his shoulder, to at least try and stay a step ahead.
He continued to make his way through the halls, searching for the source of the light, and keeping his eyes open for anything that was out of the ordinary.
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The police couldn't do it all, after all, or so she thought. Although she was at least relieved to see a police presence around the area. God... the city must be panicking to be in the dark like this. Humans were not creatures of the night, not like...
Oh god. Her eyes widened for a moment, realization setting in. Certain creatures would be having a buffet with this, and the Wardens would be overtasked.
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"You alright, ma'am?"
He tried to keep the flashlight away from her eyes, she wasn't a suspect, she was a civilian, but certain things just always came as second nature to him, and that included the way he held the flashlight -- up over the shoulder, shining down at whatever was in front of him.
It also probably didn't help that he was six-four, either.
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