It probably was a bad idea to use blatant magic, especially in a panic situation like this. It was almost definitely a bad idea to use magic when she didn't even have an idea of whether or not the Council knew she was back.
But she damn well wasn't going to sit around and wait for someone to get the lights back on, and she wasn't going to watch while people ran arond, panicked, and stampeded each other while they waited.
So, with a muttered "Allumez" that sent an ankle-height low-level lighting style glow streaming down the hallways, she started through the apartment. Her fingertips tapped against her hip in a repetitive, military beat. Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Order to the chaos. Purpose to the panic. Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Get in line, people. Let's do this right.
Sounded simple enough to him. He scratched the back of his neck for a minute as he looked around, before gesturing up to the floors above him.
"Best I can say is keep heading up -- knock on doors and make sure everything's alright. We've got guys circulating, but we're stretched pretty thin at the moment with the holiday and everything."
She nodded, smiling, relaxing just a little. "I think I can manage that. Just... give a yell, I suppose, if you run into anything out of the ordinary. If I'm on the floor with one of your police men but far enough away your radios should work."
"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded, before returning the smile. "Thanks again for the help, Miss -- ?" He paused, leaving the statement open ended, not having caught her name yet.
But she damn well wasn't going to sit around and wait for someone to get the lights back on, and she wasn't going to watch while people ran arond, panicked, and stampeded each other while they waited.
So, with a muttered "Allumez" that sent an ankle-height low-level lighting style glow streaming down the hallways, she started through the apartment. Her fingertips tapped against her hip in a repetitive, military beat. Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Order to the chaos. Purpose to the panic. Tappa-tap-tap. Tappa-tap-tap. Get in line, people. Let's do this right.
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And one that she preferred, really. Considering how many people's bad books she had been on...
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"Best I can say is keep heading up -- knock on doors and make sure everything's alright. We've got guys circulating, but we're stretched pretty thin at the moment with the holiday and everything."
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Never, ever give out your full or real name.
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