Walking the span of corridor from his "bedroom" to the dining room, Julian Concord found that his vision was shrouded by a near-total darkness. Not because the lights were out, but because his entire body was veiled in a exterior layer that obscured his sight just enough to make it seem like the cool, iridescence of the candle-like wall sconces was non-existent. From head-to-toe, he was confined to the stylish, yet impeding comforts of a suit of neoprene, the very same material often used by electrical workers to protect them from the high-voltage dangers of their trade. Vlad and a few of his scientists had devised the use of the suit as a means of restraining him.
Until further notice, Julian practically sung the words of Vlad himself in his head. The suit, meant to be a restraint against his recently acquired power over electricity and magnetism, was proving to be more a point of morale. There was no doubt in his mind that the only reason he wore it was because they had yet to invent a device that could keep him under thumb the way they did the others; electrically-based stun guns didn't exactly have much effect on someone already imbued with electricity. In way, the use of such weapons only seemed to
fuel Julian's powers. Until further notice, he was practically invincible once they removed the neoprene; until further notice, Julian Concord had nothing worth fearing in anyone.
But further notice was coming. Despite the layer of thick, rubbery substance that blocked him from the outside world, he could hear most of the sounds from the hallway. Most of them were very standard: the thudding of the footsteps of the foursome of paramilitary guards that flanked him as he made his way to meet with Vlad, the distant murmurings of people in other hallways. Naturally, they were muffled by the restraining suit, but nonetheless audible by Julian's ears. Still, one sound grew somewhat clearer as he moved down the hall, as though it were moving towards him and his 'entourage.' It was a distinct sounds of hard soles and heels striding in perfect rhythm down an adjacent hallway, that, with certainty, drew closer to Julian.
When the sound of walking stopped, so too did the guards, one of whom yanked Julian to a halt as well. "Don't be so worked up boys." A voice spoke to the guards; a familiar voice, belonging to a
young Lieutenant that had been charged with monitoring Julian's security measures. "Vlad says he's finally got something that'll keep this little monster from going wild on us... now, carry on. I'll see all of you for dinner."
It was a brief exchange, thankfully; Julian couldn't stand the Lieutenant in any measure. He could only hope she wouldn't blab on over dinner.
