John tossed and turned in his bed. Finally, his body succeeded in rousing his mind out of its slumber, and he jolted awake. One hand felt simultaneously for the racing pulse of his heart in his ribcage and the scratches that he half-felt he should've expected to find on his chest. The other hand smoothed back the brush of hair on his head, wiping ( Read more... )

((regarding thisJohn had been running observation from his office window in what passes these days for the downtown area. He was a bit annoyed that he'd missed whatever happened to that Stratus yesterday, and so he wanted to make sure he caught if any other shenanigans happened. He'd ignored the initial flashes of light in his vision and pain in ( Read more... )

( You do not aim with your hand... )

( Something would turn up. It always does. )