Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180217045929

Markel can feel Thomas' power surging and ebbing, moving almost as if it had a mind of its own. He doesn't know exactly what it is, but it's the effects of the True Glyph, the singularity around which the Crucible was formed. He can feel Thomas wielding it like a tool, but one that isn't entirely under his control. It's akin to a single man attempting to sail a galleon by himself.

Markel also senses something else. Whatever the power is, it's burning through Thomas' life force at an incredible rate.

Adelaide says nothing, but instead reaches over and puts a hand on Thomas' arm. Her yellow eyes move to him, and it's plain by all who see that she looks upon Thomas with a deep sympathy.

Thomas hesitates. He looks to Kittycut as she asks her question, then to Markel. His eyes move to each of them in turn. Markel can feel the power fade, but not completely. He swallows dryly several times, making a choking sound. His breathing becomes deep amd shaky; he obviously is fighting to control complicated emotions, and despite himself, they are getting the better of him.

He finally leans on the desk, propping himself up, hanging his head. The MIs can hear his heart pounding as he struggles to control the adrenaline that is making his body shake. At last he looks up to Markel, his pallid, sweating face and haunted eyes falling on him as if he were a completely different person.

"You want to know how I know him?"

The question is not a question, or even a warning. It is a threat.