Simon Forte (silently) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-01-23 13:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, jo harvelle, simon forte |
Revelations (Open)
Simon was delighting in the strangeness of wherever it was that they all were. He was too connected to his surroundings, too ingrained in the real Electric City, to not be aware that things had changed. He hadn't quite worked out the how, and was completely clueless as to the why, but it didn't really matter to him in the end. They were some place that was not their true home, yet everything looked and acted the same. Oh, there was the peculiarity with the humans who strutted around, the way that their eyes changed. But Simon thought that to anybody else, anybody who was not him, everything likely felt the same, as well.
The fairy sat outside at a small cafe, the better to watch those that passed him by. He had not told Niks of the change when he'd seen her last, waiting to see if she would come to him, asking questions. The Tower themselves had not even stepped forward, wanting to know if he knew anything, or if he had done anything. He would be their first line of questioning on such things. They knew that he had the ability and will to do a lot of damage, though they had found a way to tamp down his power.
That was the other beautiful thing.
Whatever the Tower had done to restrict his natural power and abilities was gone. It had been the first thing he'd noticed, his first clue. He no longer felt bound, caged in. He could feel every bit of himself, as if a limb had been reattached. It was beautiful, really. He hadn't had this much control since the Tower had found him, so long ago. Anything that he wanted to do now, it was within his scope to do it.
He could get rid of Evan.
He could make Niks into what he wanted.
He could burn down the whole of the Tower, just by willing it so.
Simon had yet to act on any of these things. He did not want to play his hand so swiftly. Let the girl and her little puppy believe that he was still held back by the rules and the bindings that had been placed on him. Let them think that they, and everybody else, were safe from his desires and moods.
Smiling, Simon sipped his tea.