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The lightning, blue and silver, shivers and swirls around his head, filling, pushing, stretching and consuming. The others look away from the brutal incandescence, hiding their faces, their eyes, their souls.
When they look back he is still standing there, but now he looks different - poised somehow on the brink, the edge of something. But his eyes are closed and his face intent as though scenting the air, sensing the currents around them with all his being and more. Listening.
His face resolves into an aloof determination and he opens his eyes. The other two can see the change immediately. It seems nothing much physical really, just a difference in how the light catches in the green, the knowledge that some other presence, stark and alien, now stares out of them.
One man knows this presence not before now, but realizes the truth of it. The other recognizes the new, what it is, who it is.
His first movements are a shrug, strangely elegant, sloughing away the leather jacket like an old skin he no longer wants. They watch it fall to the floor behind him.
Then he disappears.
When they look back he is still standing there, but now he looks different - poised somehow on the brink, the edge of something. But his eyes are closed and his face intent as though scenting the air, sensing the currents around them with all his being and more. Listening.
His face resolves into an aloof determination and he opens his eyes. The other two can see the change immediately. It seems nothing much physical really, just a difference in how the light catches in the green, the knowledge that some other presence, stark and alien, now stares out of them.
One man knows this presence not before now, but realizes the truth of it. The other recognizes the new, what it is, who it is.
His first movements are a shrug, strangely elegant, sloughing away the leather jacket like an old skin he no longer wants. They watch it fall to the floor behind him.
Then he disappears.