WHO: Delos Redfern and Lucas Drache WHAT: Schooling the new guy. WHEN: Shortly after the rescue mission, so let’s say September 20th. WHERE: Black Dawn, outside RATING: Who knows! STATUS: Incomplete.
Delos gave the knives another cursory glance, as if they might have been somehow dulled in the five minutes after he checked them last. It wasn’t that he was nervous. Anxious would be the better way to describe it . From what he was told, Lucas hadn’t displayed any of the blue fire power. That was completely unusual. Iliana hadn’t shown any until her straits were the absolute most dire. Despite the constant attempts at her life, she hadn’t been able to conjure anything until the very last minute, until she thought her team were all dead or about to die.
He wasn’t entirely convinced he could even begin to recreate such a scenario. There had been no less than five Night World people gunning for Lucas and he hadn’t conjured up so much as a hint of blue fire. And the only reason they thought it was him was because of the Maiden’s vision. A vision. Only a stone’s throw away from a hunch. Nevermind that she had seen Delos’ own position in a vision many years ago, it still seemed a little reckless to be hanging their hopes on a vision. But he would try. They would stand here and bleed and try until they passed out if they had to. Time was of the essence and they didn’t have time to sit around and just hope he’d start to harness his powers.
The sound of his footfall made Delos turn his head and watch Lucas as he came closer. “You ready?” As if they would wait if he wasn’t.