Saturday, January 1, 2022

Empowered: The Grad School Chronicles (1.10)

(Restart Story) 


It's a longshot, but Metternich might know more about what Anderson told you about yesterday. You wait for the other members of your cohort to trickle out of the room before it's just you and the professor, who is calmly placing his notebook and laptop into an expensive leather messenger bag. 

Metternich glances at you for a moment before turning his attention back to his bag. "Can I help you?" 

"Um, yes actually. I was wondering if you knew anything about Eliot University's, uh, 'true' purpose?" 

This gets his attention. "To what are you referring to sir? Be specific, please." 

"Well, my adviser Dr. Anderson told me that there is a, well, supernatural aspect to our education. He even gave me a demonstration." 

"Did he now?" Metternich moves slowly from the head of the table, stopping a few feet in front of you. "And what was it he showed you?" 

"Well, he put his hand on a history book and, using what looked like some kind of magic, took on the attributes of an historical figure from that book." 

Metternich takes another step forward, his intimidating presence looming over you. "Did he tell you anything else?" 

"No, that was it." You heartrate quickens as Metternich studies your facial expressions. 

"Then I shall add nothing further. Anderson would do well to remember his place, and you would do well to remember yours." Metternich pushes past you towards to door. 

"So it's true then," you manage to blurt out. "Eliot University's true purpose is to train us in these supernatural abilities?" 

Metternich pauses for a moment. "For some of you, yes. Beware of who you divulge this information to in the future. Not all will be as understanding as I." With that, he rushes out into the cold evening air.

You look back at the clock. It now reads 4:25pm. Though you're a bit early, you decide to head up to the rooftop and wait for Anderson.  


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