Sebastian Sullivan’s presence at the courthouse could really only politely be referred to as "trolling around for a story". Not that Frye Island was exactly full of dastardly criminals. Well... At least none that could actually be charged with anything. Sure, there had been the big murder sensation, but they had yet, from what he had found, been able to entirely decide how the two had died while their son was pretty much just fine. Bast had a pretty good idea what had happened, but going to the police insisting that Dietre had killed his parents with his MIND seemed more likely to get him personally locked up and sent to the loony bin. Some of the adults had abilities too. He had made a number of mental notes on different people just to have some idea. Even then he wasn’t too sure about some of the more dangerous abilities out there. There were things that he could borrow that could cause a lot of damage in the wrong hands and some people didn’t even know what they could do.
Take, for instance, the young woman who had been sitting next to him while he was taking notes on the various little misdemeanor charges. People who had gotten into fights at Pearson’s Pub and/or found drunk in public and had ended up spending the night in jail. She had just been the girlfriend of one of the guys... And apparently was making out with the other which had caused the fight. Maybe he needed to go out to the pub a little more often if that was what he was missing. She had no idea though that she also had the ability to manipulate fire. He had just patted her reassuringly on the arm and had to hide away his smile. Well, it would be fun to play with for a little while.
It was about time to head back and see what he could get written up before 5 PM though even if it was the sort of stuff that no one read unless they got stuck on the toilet for far too long. Advantage to that was that they didn’t get looked over as much by his editor. At least that’s usually how Bast felt considering a few typos had gotten by them in the past. He was chewing on the end of his pen though when the elevator suddenly lurched and he was suddenly in complete darkness. Thankfully it was the flat side though considering he stabbed the inside of his mouth with it. That did not feel good in the least bit.
It was only then that he even noticed someone else was in the elevator period. And fortunately it wasn’t Arthur Bacchus. (Or maybe unfortunately... Perfect way to get someone backed into a corner.) "Any chance you happen to know which floors we’re currently stuck between." He was already considering pushing all of the buttons, but with them all dark, it was unlikely it would do any good. "And B-T-W, not the best way to catch up with your former classmates."