I did.
Someone who has a claim to being the one responsible.
To know that someone like that- slipped through the cracks, and never revealed for an action that I considered a natural disaster...
But- no- that's no longer what bothers me about him- though that's already something achieved by magic that I couldn't conceive happening out of nowhere...
The man- killed- Berserker. Not with the Red Winter- but a hex.
The quality he used was death itself. That kind of- high concept... and I didn't even see a single catalyst except his mind and gestures.
To come from someone with a mind beneath that of a gods' level of comprehension- is unheard of- no, impossible. But- that man has managed to fabricate an understanding of such a high concept- death itself... and turn it into a weapon.
That sort of mind- it scares me.
-nods hello to Harriet- Ah, Miss Harriet. -takes out a satchel from his desk, and lays it on the table- A collection of books- slightly overdue, but- it was difficult to find some of these...
-in the back of his mind, he knows he'll have to figure out an exit to find a more private place-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Nimbus is in the kitchen-
-Eating icecream-
-He can't taste it, but he likes the coolness and texture-
-Plus it pretty much evaporates harmlessly in there-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-rubs his forehead a little-
Its'...
-sighs-
Just a few things- that I thought to be- impossible or- beyond doubt that it couldn't feasibly happen, by the laws of my world.
But now, I've witnessed it first-hand- by those that I know to be from a world, at the very least, similar to mine.
-he feels the eyes, and holds up a hand as if to say "In a minute"-
-as he continues to write, waiting for a confirmation of who the footsteps belong to-
edited 3rd Feb '16 2:09:53 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post