"The algorithm won't unlock housing, training allotments, nothing." He lifted his head and barked, "One sec—hey, Mira, can you—"
Sparks suddenly popped at the far bank of terminals. Three desks down, a cable hissed and spat where it entered a floor conduit.
A mild pandemonium ensued as heards jerked towards the position of the sparks.
Someone quickly cast a frost spell while the bald tech man stood up halfway, craning to see.
Victor had invisible qi wrapped around his arm in a thin sheet that extended forth, sank between floor tiles, and slid through the belly of the terminal like a ghost hand.
He had secretly ochestrated this mishap.
The moment the bald tech man attention was drawn to the ongoing situation, Victor had his qi withdrawn and then extended it towards the keyboard opposite him.
The invisible Telekinetic hand touched keys in order, as gently as if he were playing scales.
He let out soft breath as he slowly typed out; L-e-v-e-l: 4-5.
