Riddle78
Four Thousand Club
Steven shook his head when Marco told him he was talking to Leslie. His abbhorently slow magic recharge meant he had little juice,so he squeezed out as much as he could to write a message in the air with an illusion.
"Later. Finish with Leslie. I can wait."
Steven's eyes lost focus for a brief moment,then he was back to normal,albiet a little wobbly. He taken a seat at the table,and saw a child sitting there,bundled in a thick blanket. A quick glance at the window revealed a blizzard,straight out of fiction. He looked back at the kid,and said, "I'm Steven Adams. I teach here." Not really,anymore...But maybe that'll change after I depopulate Asia a bit... "Who are you?" Steven tried to look friendly,but being bald,with black,metal hands,and glowing red lines on your face and neck,on top of being bald,didn't help his case.
"Later. Finish with Leslie. I can wait."
Steven's eyes lost focus for a brief moment,then he was back to normal,albiet a little wobbly. He taken a seat at the table,and saw a child sitting there,bundled in a thick blanket. A quick glance at the window revealed a blizzard,straight out of fiction. He looked back at the kid,and said, "I'm Steven Adams. I teach here." Not really,anymore...But maybe that'll change after I depopulate Asia a bit... "Who are you?" Steven tried to look friendly,but being bald,with black,metal hands,and glowing red lines on your face and neck,on top of being bald,didn't help his case.