[ WP ] The world 's oldest , most powerful wizard has had enough of his life . After two thousand years of adventure and magic he desires normalcy . Today is his first day at work as a janitor for an office building . He 's determined to fit in and not use his powers . How does it go ?

The city of Jurn had grown in the last thousand years. Humanity had as well. 
 
 Gone were the days of hurtling fireballs at orcs or goblins, Now it was sensitivity training and odd nonvolatile soaps and oils. Everyone seemed to stink to everyone else. 
 
 Computers hovered over every desk, their ceramic, gold, and peal components connecting everyone to everyone else. 
 
 Magic and man both had gone from blunt massive instruments to quick, cunning, and engineered. 
 
 Another young elf walked by arm and arm with a young orc. They were laughing at something. 
 
 The longer lived races stayed out of the cities, their history's too much to get over. But their children flooded in. New technology and advancements meant steady jobs, and good futures. 
 
 There was still racism of course but most disapproved of it. 
 
 The impossibly thin tower rose up and up disappearing into the clouds. Those flashing their coin wore metal arm-bands with logos of various manufacturing companies. 
 
 The orc bent down and kiss the elf before stepping back. The elf whispered the activation word and the arm band wrapped her in a spell of flight. She lifted up gently at first then did a quick flip ad swooped back down planting a kiss on the orc's cheek before heading up. 
 
 Marcus simply smiled. He wore nothing but plain clothes, clean and well mintained but utterly without adornment. 
 
 His arms were bare, even under the sleeves, his fingers devoid of rings, his neck unadorned with jewelry. 
 
 In the fact the only object he had that was not clothing was the pipe hanging from his mouth. 
 
 The young orc was glaring at him. Did the boy think all old people could n't change their minds about interracial marriage? 
 
 Marcus waved vaguely at him and the boy's brow furled. He approached slowly. 
 
 `` What's the problem mister?'' The boy said. His hormones hd his muscles flexing, he was ready to fight but he kept himself in check. 
 
 `` No problem young man.'' Marcus said. 
 
 `` Then you need to get your eyes checked.'' The boy said pointing at a sign near the front of the building: No smoking within thirty feet. 
 
 `` Ah.'' Marcus said realizing he had waved t the boy with his pipe in hand. He brought his foot up and tapped the pipe out against the bottom of his boot, then stomped on and ground out the embers. He slid the pipe behind his back and without have to even vocalize the magic deposited it in an extra-dimensional space he carried along with him. 
 
 Shit. Marcus winced then excused himself moving briskly past the youth. He had already used his magic and he had n't even reported for work yet. 
 
 The lower doors were almost never used. The chairs were dusty and two of the plants had succumbed to a loss of water. There was no one even present at the security desk though when there was he was often sleeping. 
 
 The elevator ride took a long time. 
 
 The 114th floor was spotless. There were a few bodies already in their small spaces working away shuffling papers and moving finger through the illumined displays of their computers. 
 
 Marcus had been asked to report to Mister Whilmbly by seven. It was ten till. 
 
 Janet, his sectary let him into the small room and asked him to wait, there, in one of the chairs near the window. Matcus stood as he looked at the objects on display the room. It was easy to tell a lot about anyone if you could see what they surrounded themselves with, be it objects, books, or people. 
 
 Mr. Whilmbly was a pompous prick. All his displays were meant to aww the viewer, the most guarded of which was a complete fake though he could n't have known it displaying it like he did in the hopes it impressed. 
 
 Marcus felt the teleportation ring activating, he considered shifting the destination to that nice restaurant near fourth and Broadway but denied himself the pleasure. 
 
 `` What are you doing in my office!?'' The man bellowed. `` Janet!'' He screamed. 
 
 The man was n't his boss, in fact Mr. Whilmbly's boss, worked for the board, who worked for the parent company, who worked for their parent company who worked for Plains-walker Limited. The company Marcus owned. HR had put him on Whilmbly's floor, and even though Marcus's position as a janitor did not answer in any respect to Mr. Whilmbly's position the man wanted this meeting. In fact, Marcus would put even money down that the man had remembered the meeting and was yelling at him to set the tone of the relationship. It was something all those small books with big titles the man had on his shelf would tell a middle manager with no future to do. 
 
 As Mr. Whilmbly droned on bout pocket watches and cogs in a machine Marcus was thinking the man needed a good barbarian horde to run with. There was n't really anyway to not get caught up in the hordes rage and aggression. Of course back in those days they were facing off against equally ferocious orcs. Not their mild mannered equivalents with styled hair and decorative ear piercings. 
 
 `` Are you even listening to me?!'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry no, I was lost in thought.'' 
 
 `` That type of distraction could cost you your job.'' The man said coldly. Marcus nodded letting the man have his tiny moment. It ended quickly enough. 
 
 In between blinks Marcus rerouted the incoming teleports to a pad two floors down. It was close enough that the building technicians would put it as the lowest priority to fix while being far enough to drive the small man mad. 
 
 He winced gain leaving the office. That was twice, and the day had not yet officially begun.
