(The title as usual is subject to change, but with me, I hate making titles and they always seem stupid) anyway...
This is a Prime canon event that a bunch of our primers have been working on and trying to perfect. We got together initially in order to, in a sense save and provide a new life for Prime. However due to life's unorthodox way of halting progress, we haven't started it yet. So I'm doing it.
It had been only two weeks since the inauguration of President Ziez. And almost on cue, the world was vastly and profoundly lacking any sense of care about it. Political years, especially those that have president elections the to waken the beast hungry the sweet fast of bold action, posturing and promise making. That fire sniffs itself down to singer embers, a mere thought of what used to burn. Atticus sat in the Vice Presidents home, pondering just what his world was in this administration. The woman that was surely to be the death of all that laid trust in her, and the man that so obviously hid his truth from the world were in power. They both had played the game of politics like seasoned professionals, and Atticus was stuck as second down in the line of succession.
But one thing was for sure, the leader of the Sojourn movement was also smart, and had successfully made it possible for him to be in this position. As a known super, and with Clara also being a known meta, it left Orpheus to either make a big reveal or be viewed by history as an odd man out. Simply, Atticus' job now was to play a part, a divine role, until opportunity struck. To have only the sensibility to recognize it when it presented itself. Until then, he was a dutiful servant, a yes man to any idea Ziev had. That particular act would allow some form of leverage if the time ever came.
The Clock Struck Then ooc
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