( exceptxonalism ):

Feigning ignorance? How quaint. As brilliant a scientist as R. Lutece proved to be, there was nary a time where either of their shared ego hadn’t worn on Zachary’s patience. With a short clearing of his throat- the Governor clasped his hands behind his back, approaching the woman speaking.

“Tears opening around the city, massive power failures, you name it… I received word from Fink earlier this morning, something happened in the tower that caused the siphon to all but shut down. We suspect it to be something relating to the girl.”

    Brows raised to counter his words and the rather glaring exasperation that hung from his stare, shaded by his rather stern bone structure. Resembling more of a villain than any sort of individual with sound integrity, the ginger acknowledges a welcome by shifting toward the side to reluctantly allude to some sort of hospitality, though they had both rightly known that this nature was barren. These tears in realities had been all on account of a ‘toddler’s’ incompetence, the root of this impasse being on account of both herself and her fictitious sibling.

    “It is certainly plausible,” Jeremiah Fink had been reminiscent of a rodent. Whenever an occasion had wrought of convenience, he’d been the first and foremost to profit. Now that there had been a child dangling just what he sought, the man was undoubtedly badgering his entire work force to tend toward his greed. “Is it that you have come to make a proposition?” Why else had he been present, to gripe?