[His casual take to death, the calm and cool demeanor were all certainly marks of something. Something that should probably be never ever talked about or even thought about.
He moves past the lobby like a shadow, quick and almost unseen, and moves up the stairs and into the halls like a snake. With people getting drunker and servants probably getting antsier that their plan isn't working as well as they'd hope, he had to be quick. Who knows how far south this could go if any one party decided enough with the charade.
Dipping back into his powers, he races across the second floor looking for the best place to cause a powder explosion without putting anyone in danger. Well, as away from danger as they can be. He knocks down the door to a room in the northwestern wing then drops the sacks of flour, stacking them a top each other then cutting across each one and letting the flour pour. As the clouds of flour rise and swirl around the room quickly filling it, Bishop steps out the room and takes a deep breath.]
Miss Nome, I'm ready and you need to be quick. Once this message ends, take the earring I gave you, count to five then toss it into the ballroom then quickly step outside then head to the western end of the yard. I'll meet you there.
[He's already calculated how many seconds it would take to ignite the flour, how many seconds it would take for debris to eviscerate him, his reaction speed, and the distance to the nearest exit. This was simple, but certainly not how he expected to spend his evening. Beat doing nothing at least.]
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He moves past the lobby like a shadow, quick and almost unseen, and moves up the stairs and into the halls like a snake. With people getting drunker and servants probably getting antsier that their plan isn't working as well as they'd hope, he had to be quick. Who knows how far south this could go if any one party decided enough with the charade.
Dipping back into his powers, he races across the second floor looking for the best place to cause a powder explosion without putting anyone in danger. Well, as away from danger as they can be. He knocks down the door to a room in the northwestern wing then drops the sacks of flour, stacking them a top each other then cutting across each one and letting the flour pour. As the clouds of flour rise and swirl around the room quickly filling it, Bishop steps out the room and takes a deep breath.]
Miss Nome, I'm ready and you need to be quick. Once this message ends, take the earring I gave you, count to five then toss it into the ballroom then quickly step outside then head to the western end of the yard. I'll meet you there.
[He's already calculated how many seconds it would take to ignite the flour, how many seconds it would take for debris to eviscerate him, his reaction speed, and the distance to the nearest exit. This was simple, but certainly not how he expected to spend his evening. Beat doing nothing at least.]