The past few weeks had been nothing too out of ordinary, but there were plenty of people being held. Some actively supported Nicholas' dream of a revolution, even if it was a peaceful protest and spat on the DC every chance they got. Others were simply in it hoping there'd be a good fight, Komoku Rokujo was in that last bracket. Oh, he knew Nicholas...he knew that his crazy fucked up head thought that this was going to work out just how he thinks it was going to work. But the world never spun so easy. Still, he was still stuck in here and waiting...just waiting. He was quieter than usual, but the people watching him were grateful for it.
He was quiet because he was conserving energy, bit by bit...spots here and there that nobody'd ever notice in a million years. It was a challenge that he reveled in as he laid in bed with a faint hum. His phone vibrated and he reached in to check it. It was a simple message, from a phone number he didn't recognize...but he knew who it was.
It's Time.
Komoku grinned widely at that, and tossed his phone to the side as he moved to the center of the room. He exhaled faintly, and the energy he had been holding in for so long slowly started to radiate across his body. Oh fuck...what a rush! This was going to be incredible! The ground started to rumble, energy flickered the lights as Komoku let out a hungry, victorious roar. A thunderous boom rippled across Central, and arched up through the DC building, blowing into the highest floor and sending glass raining down. People scattered like ants, aftershocks tore into the dormitories. It was a split second awareness, but those who could sense it had hopefully moved to the safest place they could.
Before they could even understand what was happening, as the DC building started to crack and crumble...that was when Nicholas Trevlyn moved in, his spear in hand as he headed across the campus grounds. The ground still shook, but he knew his target: Kishi. He would be the end of the old age, and Nicholas would be the start of the new...