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"Calm down Jonathan!"

Jonathan jumped and nearly ruined what he had been working so hard on.
"Don't do that!" There was silence. He sighed and continued with his work. The red trail following his hand looked oddly like blood and with his long sleeved top on it would look like he were actually writing in his own blood. Taking he step back, Jonathan felt even happier. His eyes scanned the painting and then he picked up another brush with shaking hands and spread a subtle wash of blue over the scene. His mind was focused only on the artwork before him. Nothing else mattered. Nothing could hurt him. Nothing...

His hand began to arc more and more as he applied the paint. As he had improved his speed mostly, the brush strokes were also getting faster and faster. As he applied his final mark on the painting his hand struck the one of the many tables holding his paints, brushes and water jars. The table wobbled dangerously and, instinctively, he shouted to the empty room:
"Annie, I need you!" At the same the he unleashed his weapons and threw out his hands towards the table's contents and flicked his fingers out. The table's contents began their fatal drop but froze half way down. Jonathan stared down at the water and paints suspended in the air.

Quickly he rushed down and seized a water jar, knowing that this mesmerizing effect would not last much longer.
"Hurry Jonathan, there's not much time. You really should be more careful in future..."
"Shut up!" He scooped up the frozen (as in time-ish not ice) water and replaced the paint in their containers. Jonathan managed to kick an empty bucket underneath the brushes after he stood up and placed the fluids on the now standing table just as the brushes started to speed up again. They clattered off of the bottom of the bucket.

He sighed and looked around his dark art studio.
"That was a close call, although I'd prefer it if you didn't use your power for such frivolous things." Jonathan sighed at the voice inside of his head. The Murai that was talking to him seemed to like telling him what to do.
"I'll use this power how I need to. Besides, it's not like anyone saw me..." He searched in vain for anyone to prove him wrong but there was no-one. "Now the name...any ideas?"
[i]"Hmm...how about...hmm...well..."
"Just say a bloody name!"
"A casus a gratia." Jonathan thought for a minute and translated it from Latin in his head.
"A fall from grace? Ok..." He looked over his painting of a fallen angel on the ground with a blinding light shining down on her. He grinned happily and wandered who what to do with it.