InsaneJournal

Who: Max Evans and NPC random attorney and judge
What: Narrative log - trouble with powers
When: Recently
Where: His office
Rating: Low



The anger had been building throughout the day. While normally Max had no problem remembering that everyone was entitled to due process in a court of law, today’s line up had been quite a bit lower than the usual caliber. He’d had to remind himself more than once that even if someone was clearly lying, obviously guilty, or showed no remorse, he or she still had rights and one of those was having Max defend them to the best of his ability. But the frustration grew further still as one client failed to show, two cases failed to end as he had hoped they would and a fourth wound up torpedoing his own case.

It was really this last one that acted as the straw breaking the camel’s back. For in so shattering his case, the client had opened a potential question of trustworthiness which the opposing attorney was all too happy to exploit, taking the man’s ignorance and stupidity as a signal that Max’s own ethics were in question. Really it was just the cherry on the shit sundae.

Watching the windbag blather on, Max found his fists clenching beneath the table. It happened before he realized it, the lights in the chamber beginning to flicker as he stared across the aisle, frustration building. He had devoted himself to helping people. Who did the other man think he was? How dare he question Max’s motives? He wasn’t a saint by any means but surely no one would believe him to be operating in the moral gray area. An instant more and multiple lightbulbs shattered around the rom. The anger fled in an instant, Max going white as he realized exactly what had happened. He had the powers from the dream world. The control over electricity...which likely meant that he would also have the power to kill or raise people from the dead if the opportunity arose again.

Max startled at the realization that someone had been speaking to him. “Hmm? Oh, yes, Your Honor. Of course I understand.” With a bang of his gavel, the judge dismissed everyone.

Max was the only one who truly knew what had happened, truly understood that the blown lightbulbs were not the result of some sort of freak wiring going awry, but because there was an alien sitting in the middle of an Orange County Courthouse. Someone who needed to get his emotions under control, and fast. The stakes were just too high otherwise. That the judge was adjourning the session for the day was actually a Godsend. He needed to talk to Isobel and Michael both. If his powers had manifested, could theirs as well? Could Michael move things telekinetically? Would Isobel be tempted to sway the minds of a jury to win? Things were about to get even more complicated really fast.

Hastily Max began to gather up all of his papers, sweeping them into his briefcase, barely pausing to tell his client that they would regroup to find a new strategy forward before he retreated. He couldn’t stay there any longer. Slipping out his cell phone, Max hit the speed dial, reaching out to his sister for the first time in forever. “Pick up, pick up, pick up,” he muttered, as he strode through the courthouse hallways. Of course she didn’t.

“Isobel call me as soon as you get this. It’s serious.” Not that he would leave it there, sending a quick text to both her and Michael. This couldn’t wait.