Micah sat on the ground grumbling, unsure what to say about this. Everyone else seemed to just accept this, as if everyone was super eventually and they had just come of age. As if this wasn't a whole nother step in evolution the had just stepped into. Well why was he suprised? He watched the masses sell of their freedom for years for the mere illusion of security. This was just one more thing they had to be spoon fed. At least this time it was sugar free. 

He closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He had to think. So he had powers. What, vomiting up living liquorish goo? No... No he had felt something before that. A sense. He had a tenuous grip on reality as it was, and he was supposed to add more senses? There it was... A sense .. how did he describe it .. a call? A need to be touched. Almost a hunger. It came from all over, but stronger from within the mansion.

Micah shakely got to his feet, giving a glance around at the others. He definitely looked shaken, and not happy, but also distracted as if he were listening to someone. He quietly gathered his bags, hugging them tight, then headed into the house, mumbling a soft "excuse me" to anyone he passes. When he made it inside, he continued to follow the call. The call of the void? That was supposed to make you want to jump off a cliff or turn into oncoming traffic for no reason. That's not what this was. He looked around to where he felt the need. They were all dark rooms and corners. No... Not the rooms and corners. The darkness. Blindly, he chose one of the rooms, walking into it and shutting the door behind him, plunging him into complete darkness. Wait... Had he shit the door? His hands were full... He had wanted to, but had he actually made the action? He turned, looking to the door... It was closed.... 

Micah dropped his things, letting the call and feel envelope him. It felt... Lonely. Like a hideous beast that had been shunned and chased away from every home and street. It was lonely. Once, only the sun had chased it away. Then man made fire, driving it away from them. Then the darkness could only see them when they snuck around at night, or were going to sleep... Then man made electric lights, driving it away even more. It was lonely, hurt, dejected... And angry. 

Flicked sight flashed in his brain, black and white, of staring at himself. As Micah turnes his head, he followed the angle of the image to a particularly dark closet. He didn't know what to do. The darkness wasn't just and entity that could be pinned down to a single location, it was a fundamental aspect of life. The fundamental. It was here when there was nothing... And when everything was gone, what was left... Darkness. But it had chosen to look at him from there. 

Micah extended his hand to the closet. Nothing happened. "Come here." He demanded softly. The darkness grew thicker, but didn't come. He could feel the resistance, fear. Micah knew then, he could control it, with his will, if he wanted to, but it didn't want that. It wanted to be part of the him, not a tool for him. Could he do that? What the hell was he talking about?! He was talking about the Darkness like it was a lost fucking Puppy! But... was that inaccurate? Could it not have feelings? This almost made him laugh out loud. If he was going to be responsible for the feelings of a timeless thing beyond nature or God.... They were all fucked.

He opened his other hand as if offering a hug. "It's ok." This time the door to the closet moved all the way open in the dark room, all he could see was something slightly darker move like a snake through the air, but in his mind, he could see clearly in black and white as the thing came closer and suddenly, though softly, slammed into him. It was like being hit by an air compressor hose blast, though once it hit, he could feel the cool slowly spread across his body.