Who: Arkin & Chase What: Making plans for the future When: Monday evening; January 5th Where: Secret headquarters in Haven Warnings: Mentions of character death, TBD Status: Complete.
What happens now, one way or the other, is up to you. Choose wisely. - Arkin Ford
His fingers flexed around the pen as he signed the last letter of his name. Eyes distant as they spanned years in micro seconds. Chasing the shadows of decisions yet to be made until time was stretched ultimately to its end and he was snapped back to the present. No visible jolt to accompany the stinging sensation as his gaze refocused on the square sheet of paper in front of him. The white space impeccably clean compared to the rest of the clutter he’d let accumulate there in the last few months. Files and stacks of information on his Collection and other assets acting as a temporary wall cutting him off from the rest of the room.
Nearly every wall now was covered with photographs, articles, and clues that might seem like random chaos to another person. Yet in it all of it there were threads of connection, sometimes delicate where others were strikingly bold, showing a brief glimpse of the web of causality that constantly shifted in the broad expanse of his mind. The scene almost a disturbing mirror to those first days after Arkin’s power had unexpectedly grown, the sheer breadth of time nearly fracturing to his untrained mind. Nearly cracking it open as he’d bled the first of those fresh horrors onto any available surface until suddenly all the pieces made sense.
But there was no point in dwelling so far into the past now Arkin knew. His right hand rubbing carelessly under his nose to wipe away the mess as two fresh dots of blood seeped into the pressed fibers just under his name. The pen pushed aside as he creased the letter twice before depositing it into a blank envelope. The adhesive sealing the flap into place as the red string on his right hand shivered, letting him know that Chase was coming and it was time to see this through.