Markus had nothing to add as she read the notes and even gave an abashed nod when discussing the missing power source. “Yeah, that was one of my first rituals. I had read about the importance of an energy source, but in my rush, it had slipped my mind.” Markus thought back to the feeling he had when the energy was ripped out of him by the magic. He remembered the feeling, the exhaustion, and more. “I almost passed out, and from what I have read, I am lucky that it was the worst of it.” He said in a frank tone, knowing there was no reason to try and up-play it.
Shaking his head, Markus would answer her next question. “No, I used to be in the Department of Defense, but now I am just a student,” he answered before clarifying his intent. “Though, I don't care much about the medium and would rather not use them myself. I actually thought they would be useful for investigators or even police. Surely, some of them know about the supernatural.” Markus told her.
He knew his limits; he wasn't one to rush toward danger, at least not without cause. He wasn't a soldier or a police officer. He was an engineer, a creator, and a developer. His intentions were not to fight but to equip those who might or might not bring his sister's killers to justice.
Shaking his head, Markus would answer her next question. “No, I used to be in the Department of Defense, but now I am just a student,” he answered before clarifying his intent. “Though, I don't care much about the medium and would rather not use them myself. I actually thought they would be useful for investigators or even police. Surely, some of them know about the supernatural.” Markus told her.
He knew his limits; he wasn't one to rush toward danger, at least not without cause. He wasn't a soldier or a police officer. He was an engineer, a creator, and a developer. His intentions were not to fight but to equip those who might or might not bring his sister's killers to justice.