Glassy eyed, rarely blinking, mouth parted slightly, and hands folded across his chest, Flamel lay. His mind, however, flew. It wandered from place to place, attention flitting uncontrollably, as if everything the world had and still offered was unworthy of its attention. It went to the post, and it saw its body begin to smoke, then burst into flame. It saw the first person Konstantin killed, before the world went to hell. It saw the blood pooling around him, never stopping, filling the room and threatening to drown him. It saw Rue, toiling over the chemistry bench. Konstantin walking over, inquiring as to her progress, trying a smile, and not having it come out quite right. His mind barely had time to see Rue’s lips start to form a reply before drifting away. It saw Klaus and Kian, talking weapons again. Two of the three, maybe four people Konstantin could consider close to a friend. It saw Konstantin resting on a couch, sleeve rolled up, easing a syringe close to a vein, eyes locked onto Sidney’s back. Waiting for her to turn around with a harsh glare, or a more vocal form of disapproval. The mind wandered away once again, and found itself staring out of Flamel’s eyes. 

A thin trickle of air escaping from his mouth as he sighed, Flamel began to drum his fingers atop his chest, eyes still fixated on the ceiling, wide open. Whirlwind, another specialty of Flamel’s, was nothing like its meeker counterpart, Breeze. While the latter numbed the senses, and one’s mental faculties at higher dosages, Whirlwind was a far more intense experience. Flamel began to massage his eyes gently, shifting into a sitting position. He looked around in mild surprise as a loud clang of steel bounced around the compound, his ears as uncoordinated as the rest of his body.

[color=orange]"Wake up you lazy bunch. We've got work to do! You have 5 minutes to get ready for briefing."[/color] Flamel sighed once more, and hurriedly donned what little of his gear he wasn’t already wearing. Hood down and mask hanging loosely around the neck, Flamel tumbled out from behind the dividers that blocked his personal space from view.

Eyes locked carefully on Loki as he staggered forward, he called out to her. [color=CD6889]“Morning Ashur, I mean, Loki. Good morning Loki. Is what I mean.”[/color] Peering at Loki’s wristwatch, his eyes narrowed. [color=CD6889]“What time is it? Hard to make out from this distance.”[/color] Flamel coughed, once. [color=CD6889]“I mean, to be fair. Fair to me, that is. To be fair to me, most things are hard to make out right now.”[/color]