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Agnes Johansson - Atlantean Centre of Stockholm, Sweden

"What might your name be?" Katarina addressed Agnes as they entered the room. The dark skinned girl smiled widely and let go of Mr Goat's arm as she floated back down to the floor, only wincing slightly while doing so. Probably her neatest landing so far.

"It's Agnes Johansson!" she said, naturally skipping any titles like 'miss' or 'madam' because in Sweden, nobody ever said things like that, except for inside Agnes' head when she made up nicknames for people.

Before she could say anything more though, Mr Goat blurted out that he wasn't comfortable with Miss Santa escorting him down the hall. Santa, on the other hand, quickly grabbed a tighter hold of him and began leading him out. Agnes giggled a little before turning back to Katarina.

"Anyways, I fly, yeah! Maybe I haven't gotten really good at it yet, I can't fly very high without losing focus - I don't mean that I'm afraid of heights though! I do parkour normally so I'm... used to..."

Her quick talking drifted off and faded when she saw what was happening in the doorway. All of a sudden, Fröken Santa was not herself anymore. Instead, a whimpering boy crouched down, wrapping himself in the coat the girl had just been wearing.

"Did he just... She... Uh..."
 
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Misha Vedernikov - Bar Bistro Bez Kantów, Warsaw, Poland

October 31st, 2012
The girl said something strange to the waitress, then introduced herself as Del. Misha knew all too well that her actual names was Delta Mayor but he decided not to correct her. That might seem a little too rude and at least she was going to be nice enough to order his food for her.

"I vould like..." he took one look at the menu and placed it down next to him in disbelief, not realising the opposite side was in English, "anysing you have, but double!" He chuckled, taking a sip of the water the waitress had brought them. He was slightly surprised she hadn't run off yet; he had caught her running away from Royal Family lackeys, but had not really attempted to make a run for it now. Did that mean she was loyal until the game changed? Or perhaps those guards had done something to her? It didn't really matter...

"Okay, introductions... As I said, I am Misha Vedernikov from Russia. I am also from organisation called Atlantean Unification Project. We offer shelter to people like us and against sose who hate us for being us. My friends have watched you and see your hidden great and vould like to give you a place vis us. Ve vould give you new home and train you to help learn your power. You see me beat sose guards before?" he laughed again, slapping his hand on the table with a thud. "So funny! Sat because I train vis my friends!"

He took another sip of water (though this time it was more of a large gulp (the entire glass)) and exhaled, wiping the residue off his face. He was just a little bit excited, that was easy to tell.

"Does sis interest you... Del?"​



Imogen Green - Atlantean Relief Centre, New York, United States of America

October 30th, 2012
"Sorry?" she said as the boy with the wings became very hostile. "No need to be so snippy. I'm a nobody too. We're all nobodies here." She gestured to the others that waited in line behind them and the passer-byers in the street. It was true. To the Royal Family's eyes, everybody waiting to be registered are all nobodies with names and pawns in this strange game of chess.

"I'm Brad, this is Will," the other boy, Brad as he had introduced himself, said. She gave him a genuine smile, praising him for his kindness.

"It's nice to meet you, Brad and Will."

"Anyways, you're probably more interested in feather boy over here, but... Who are you, by the way?" he asked her.

"My name is Imogen. Imogen Green," she nodded as if she was giving them a small and polite bow. "I'm actually here not just to point out liars to you two. I've come to talk to you, William Nelson." Her smile turned to an apologetic one as she turned to Brad. "I'm sorry, Brad. I'd say I've come for you too but that would just be lying. But I don't want you feeling left out, so you can stay and listen anyway."

She adjusted her glasses and flicked her hair again, something that now seemed to happen subconciously. Was this Brad person Atlantean? She couldn't see a visible tattoo and she had no file on the boy. It was a bit of a shame if he wasn't. He seemed like a more viable candidate than Will the grumpy pants did.

Unforunately, there was no room for mortals among the AUP, otherwise the Unification part would be quite confusing.

"Would you boys like to come with me somewhere more... quiet?"​
 
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William Lyle Nelson :: Atlantean Relief Center, Albany, New York, USA
October 30th, 2012 :: Imagine Imogen


"Sorry?" the woman said, sounding slightly confused at Will's annoyed attitude. "No need to be so snippy. I'm a nobody too. We're all nobodies here." The woman paused in her speech as Brad had introduced them. "It's nice to meet you, Brad and Will."

"Snippy?" Will mumbled to himself.

Once Brad asked the woman about her identity, she picked up the conversation once more. "My name is Imogen. Imogen Green," she nodded as she introduced herself. "I'm actually here not just to point out liars to you two. I've come to talk to you, William Nelson." Her smile turned to an apologetic one as she turned to Brad. "I'm sorry, Brad. I'd say I've come for you too but that would just be lying. But I don't want you feeling left out, so you can stay and listen anyway."

She adjusted her glasses and flicked her hair again. Will just continued to frown. "Would you boys like to come with me somewhere more . . . quiet?"

Will scoffed. "Ah, so you already knew my name. That's not odd or suspicious or anything. You're just a nobody on a mission; an everyday occurrence we should all just write off as being typical. Imagine Imogen, idegen and agent."

Brad glanced at Will, eyes narrowed. He glanced at Imogen and then back to Will. Putting on a smile, he turned to Imogen. "Of course we'd be glad to come with you. Simply by hearing you out we could both learn a few things." Brad placed his hand upon Will's shoulder as he stressed the word "both".

"Now, get a move on, pretty boy," Brad said to Will as he nudged him to follow Imogen. Will glared at him for a moment before obliging grudgingly.

"Fine." Will stated.
 
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Austin Tseng - Atlantean Relief Center, New York City, America
October 31st, 2012​


"You did great, son," said Austin's dad, "One of the most exciting games I've seen you play before."

"Exciting isn't the first word that comes to mind…" muttered Austin, "Almost broke my foot on that one snag." He rubbed his foot, trying to soothe the pain. It had been twisted awkwardly while he tried to steal the ball from another player. Silence followed for a bit. Austin looked out the window of the taxi, looking at the different people walking on the sidewalk. The taxi cab driver flipped the radio on.

"Any preference?" he asked back through the window. Strange for a taxi cab driver to ask for preferences.

"Nah, not really," said Austin. His dad responded likewise.

"Alright then," said the cab driver. He flipped to a classic rock station. Nobody spoke for a few more minutes. When the second song was over, a news break came in.

Hey hey! It's John Boy and Billy here on New York's only Morning Big Show! We have some killer tunes lined up for you in the next half hour, ZZ Top, Led Zeppelin, a little Billy Squire and some Black Sabbath coming up next! But first, have you heard about the Atlanteans? Crazy stuff right, Billy?

Yeah, crazy stuff John. Apparently there has been some sort of "attack" in Berlin. Here's a recording of the official news broadcast from earlier this morning…

"Evidence was found today that the cause of the Berlin Explosion was the work of Atlanteans. André Cabrillo, brother of Leo Cabrillo, member of the Atlantean Royal Family, was suspected to be the cause of the explosion as survivors claimed to have seen the 20 year old in the streets on Berlin that day as well as physical DNA evidence at the heart of the chaos. Other members of the Royal Family have made no comments towards his disappearance but together with the United Nations have rushed an international bill, calling all Atlanteans to register themselves and their abilities with the local Atlantean Relief Centers in all capital cities. Anybody now caught using Atlantean Abilities without being registered or carrying a registration card will face detainment.

"More on this story soon..."


"Wow Billy. I hope that any Atlantean listeners will go get checked out, we'd hate to see any of our pals get detained…"


"Hey, Austin. We're here." Austin snapped into focus.

"Oh. Sorry, I zoned out a bit listening to that story…" Austin unbuckled, said thanks to the driver, and hopped out of the cab. As it drove off, he said to his dad, "So uh, I'm gonna go take a shower and work on my History project. I might go to the library later." His dad nodded.

"Okay, I'll be at the shop until 5, and your mom will be home at 3."

"Sweet. Seeya." Austin waved goodbye to his dad as he got on his motorcycle to leave. Austin went inside his High-rise apartment. He went up stairs and took a cold shower, getting all the muck from soccer off. School was out for a teacher work day, so he had plenty of time to get the Relief Center. After his shower, he grabbed his iPad, cellphone, and wallet and headed out the door. He made sure to lock the door behind him and raced down the stairs, out of the building and into the street. He walked swiftly to get there within a reasonable amount of time, bringing his total travel time to about 10 minutes. Much faster than driving. He pushed on the doors to go in, and his heart sank. A line linger than the f*cking Great Wall of China was what awaited him. Good thing he grabbed his iPad.

After several hours of Angry Birds, it was finally Austin's turn. He was received by one of many receptionists. She smiled at him, a little too cheerfully for a New Yorker, and spoke.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" she said with a strong Southern drawl. She must have just moved here from Alabama or something.

"Austin Tseng. T-S-E-N-G."

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, scrawling his name on a slip of paper. She then entered it into a computer. She pulled a syringe from a plastic bag.

"I'm gonna give you a shot, just hold still a moment…" Austin reluctantly held out his arm, rolling his sleeve up. The woman stuck him with the needle, and injected a clear fluid. After she removed it, she handed him the slip of paper. It has "E7" written on it.

"Okay, Austin. Just go to room E7 on your right here," she pointed to a corridor, "and a doctor will speak with you. Have a good day!"

"Uh, thanks…ma'am," he added, trying to be polite. He took the paper and headed off towards the hallway. About halfway down the letters changed from D to E, and he found E7 almost at the end. Peering in, it looked like nobody was in there besides the doctor. He pushed the door open, and stepped in. A security guard came out of nowhere from behind him, and closed the door and locked it. He then stood between Austin and the door. Geez.

"Hello," said the doctor nonchalantly, "Slip?"

Austin gave him the slip, and sat down in a chair when motioned to. He set his iPad on the table. The Doctor scribbled his name on a clipboard. When he finished he looked up at Austin.

"So…Mr. Tseng," he started, "what is your Atlantean ability?"

Austin responded quickly, "Lumokinesis."

"Uh huh…" murmured the doctor, "the manipulation of light, if I remember correctly." He smiled at Austin and said, "I hate to be that guy, but can you prove it to me? It's just that we get so many fakes, we can't take your word for it."
Austin shrugged, "Sure, turn the lights off," he said to the guard by the door. The guard obliged, and the room went dark. Austin concentrated, and expanded the minimal light from the window, bringing the room to a dim glow. He then concentrated it all on one side of the room, leaving the other completely dark. Finally, he brought the room to the original lighting, without turning the switches on. The doctor nodded and scribbled some more on his clipboard.

"Thank you, Mr. Tseng. If you would, exit the room and go to the end of the hallway. There will be some chairs for you to sit in while you await further instruction from the guards." Austin stood up, and let the room fall dark again. As he grabbed his iPad, the guard flipped on the lights and opened the door.

"Bye," said the doctor. Austin waved, and exited the room. He turned left and proceeded to the end of the hallway, which wasn't very far away. He sat in one of three chairs, all empty, while a guard stood beside him. He sighed, and turned his iPad back on.​
 

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Nathaniel Calaway- Atlantean Relief Center- London England
October 31st, 2012


"They've already gone," the girl said as she turned her head following Nate's issuing of orders. A scream echoed through what was left of the building and it was a woman's voice which only unnerved Nate even more. Did she really expect Nate to abandon women, possibly children? And how did she know if they were gone? This was suspicious to say the least. It was doubtful they were working together. Otherwise, she would stopped Nathaniel from killing the smoking Atlantean. Unless he was a martyr to the cause. But she knew Nathaniel's name too, which made everything more confusing. There was only one way to find out what they wanted. "If you run after them, it will only be futile. Come with me."

"Fine. Let's go then," Nathaniel said, nodding to the girl as he made his way to the door leading outside.

"W-wait!" Oakley said, sitting up from the floor. Her eyes glanced back and forth between the three standing above her and the dead man strung up on the wall like a piece of meat, the icing slowly melting onto the floor. "Please don't leave me here! Please take me with you! I don't want to die..."

"I can't lift you. You'll have to walk."

Oakley sniffed, wiping her tears away with her left hand. She was crying, which only further increased Nathaniel's stirring sympathy for her. She tried her hardest to move, but her hulking arm only made it more difficult. "Then let's go," Oakley said, continuing to drag her arm as she leaned on the wall. Sighing, Nathaniel walked over to Oakley.

"Come on. I got ya," Nathaniel said, trying to be reassuring. "I'm not going to leave you behind." Nathaniel put Oakley's "human" arm around his neck, acting as a crunch, hoping to help Oakley make it to the door. He would carry her, seeing how she probably only a few pounds in comparison to the giant of a man in Nathaniel, but he imagined her armored arm was probably far heavier than he could possibly imagined. "Though, Oakley, if you would calm down a bit, it might keep your arm from getting any bigger. Just relax. I'll keep you safe," Nathaniel smiled. It was the least he could do.
 
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"I vould like..." Delta watched Misha closely as he looked at the Polish side of the menu, her eyebrows raised as wondered if she tell him there was English on the other side. "anysing you have, but double!" That made her laugh, didn't they feed this man in the Motherland? Perhaps they had kicked him out because all of the food he had consumed, he was a big man. A very big reason why she hadn't left Misha in the dust, she wouldn't get far. Also him and his "friends" had taken a keen interest in her, Delta needed to know why that was. No one had ever taken an interest in her and some place in her deep, deep in her heart it meant the world to her. Now she needed to know everything about them, she refused to be apart of something weak.

"Okay, introductions... As I said, I am Misha Vedernikov from Russia. I am also from organisation called Atlantean Unification Project. We offer shelter to people like us and against sose who hate us for being us. My friends have watched you and see your hidden great and vould like to give you a place vis us. Ve vould give you new home and train you to help learn your power. You see me beat sose guards before?" Hadn't anyone bother to tell him that he wasn't funny? She wondered how his friends reacted to him. "So funny! Sat because I train vis my friends!"

"New home? Training? Why can I get a whole new wardrobe as well?" Delta replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. This sounded strange, but honestly what did she have to lose? The only part that left her unsettled was how he mentioned how his friends had been watching her."You seem proficient with your powers, have you had them longer than two weeks? Are you telling me you're this strong with their training? Also, Atlantean Unification Project is that like the Royal Family? What's the difference between you two?"

Misha swallowed the entire glass of water in one gulp, which impressed Delta. To show her amusement she gave him a round of applause before she mulled over what he was saying. Apparently, Delta could tell this from his face, this was the best part of his job. The waitress came up to the table again and Delta ordered herself a burger and fries then twice that amount for the big man that sat across the table from her.

"Does sis interest you... Del?" He asked.

"Take me to your leader," She simply replied.​
 

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James Hazen- Atlantean Relief Center- London England
October 31st, 2012


"They've already gone," the woman said, which caused James turned turn as stare at her for a moment, before trying to ascertain the whereabouts of the others. As she suggested, they were gone. "If you run after them, it will only be futile. Come with me."

James returned his gaze again back to the woman, wondering what her angle in all of this was. He assumed, from what little he knew at the time, that she was probably with Henry, the 'taxi man'. But who exactly was Henry with? A group with Atlantean ties, no doubt, but what were they all about? Nate and the girl with the giant f*cking metal thing on her arm seemed to be in a similar position as he was, but what exactly was that position? They seemed to be gathering them all together, all Atlanteans. Henry said that he would show him how his ability really works, and he was in the business of offering sanctuary to Atlanteans. While that may be true, he was under the impression there was more to it than that. Still, he was in no position to argue. Henry taking him away from the sh*thole called Hawaii was probably the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Already, he was feeling more lively than he had been in a very long time. Perhaps ever.

Nate began to follow the woman, before the younger girl on the floor pleaded to be taken along as well. The woman agreed, if she would be able to walk on her own. James watched as he struggled to stand, the giant piece of metal on her arm making it harder for her. He observed her silently, crossing his arms. He contemplated offering the girl help. It wasn't usually his approach to offer such assistance. It felt…wrong to him, as if he wasn't wired to want to do it, as most others seemed to be. He always believed the concept of helping strangers and karma was utter bullsh*t, and never bothered to get involved with others. It was likely that he'd never see that person again, so what benefit could he hope to gain from them if he were to offer help? But this situation was a bit different. It seemed likely that he would be around the girl and Nate for a while, so he figured it would be beneficial to get on their good side, as it might come in handy later.

In his waiting, however, Nate moved forward and lent her a hand, causing James to shrug and follow silently behind the two of them as they proceeded out of the door behind the goth woman. In his silence, he contemplated asking a few questions to clear things up, like who these people were, and what they wanted with them. Come to think of it, there were so many questions that needed to be answered. Yet James didn't think he was the one to ask him. He figured everything would reveal itself in due time. That was usually how things worked. Case and point with the girl, who Nate revealed to be named Oakley, without James ever having to ask her in the first place.

As they proceeded outside of the center, James took one more look behind into the damaged building. His gaze then turned back outside, where many of the people who were around moments prior to the detonation were long gone, probably putting some distance between the area and themselves to ensure their safety. His stare cycled between the outside and the inside, and two conflicting feelings passed over him each time, but they weren't something he could express. When he looked outside, he observed the street lights, the cars (that were still around) all lined up perfectly, the buildings standing tall in the center of the large metropolis. These structures, by all accounts, should be highlighted as man's innovation, their progress. He for some reason, whenever James looked at them, they felt so…foreign to him. He didn't understand why. Conversely, when his gaze turned back inside, a different feeling washed over him. He didn't see broken windows or shattered glass, but something completely different. Yet he couldn't put his finger on what exactly that was.

Eventually, James shrugged to himself, and proceeded out of the door, following wordlessly behind the three other Atlanteans to their next destination, wherever that may be.
 

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Katerina Lukyanenko – Stockholm Atlantean Relief Centre, Sweden

"It's Agnes Johansson!" Before she could say more, a commotion at the door stopped them both in their tracks as Frankie seemed less interested with his choice of females.

However, despite the man's protest, Santa-girl seemed even more enticed to taking him to the bathroom, but not before she cried out in some half-feminine, half-masculine cry before dropping to the floor. From across the room, she now could see the figure of a shivering boy wrapped up in a large trench coat, sobbing and wanting to return home.

The room now turned silent as Agnes was as lost for words as the rest of them were. It didn't take Katerina long to recover; being around Atlanteans meant she had seen some pretty interesting things; some a lot more weird and surprising than a seemingly gender bending witch.

Moving around the table, she dropped down to the boys level, "Are you alright? What's your name?"

"Agnes, please take this man to the bathroom, we'll deal with details later," she spoke to the Swedish girl.​
 
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Agnes Johansson - Atlantean Centre of Stockholm, Sweden

"Men jag... Uh... Okej," Agnes replied in Swedish and slowly moved towards Mr Goat while keeping her eyes on Santa... Or what had been Miss Santa. "See you later?" she said to her- him. It?

"You coming, Mr Goat?" she said to the man with the cute face.

They walked through a corridor, towards a sign that said restrooms were further down. The library was large but in this part there didn't seem to be any books. Just corridors and meeting rooms of different kinds. Agnes guessed that some of them maybe had interviews with Atlanteans or something.

"Oh, right." She forgot. Hovering up a decimeter or so, a bit unstable but smiling weakly, she took Mr Goat's arm again. "Better? Did you come to register too, by the way?"

Chitchat was a nice distraction. She had thought it very strange to see Santa change in front of her eyes and that made her very thoughtful at the moment. He had looked so scared and bothered. She could feel it as if she was sitting there herself. Poor guy. Girl? Thing?
 

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River Beleren – Riga Atlantean Relief Centre, Latvia

"English is fine, and I am afraid that my Chinese and Japanese are just as bad as your Latvian. As for questions....well, I have plenty of those." River couldn't help but laugh at the comparison between the two of them.

She didn't really need to prepare herself; however she tried to make the meeting seem a bit more relaxed by relaxing her own body further into the chair; all to put Minerva at ease. She couldn't help but having a peak into the mind of Minerva as she sorted through the clutter of questions she had in her mind hoping not to overwhelm River, but River couldn't help but smirk at all the questions almost anyone would ask in a situation like this. Recognising how intrusive she had become, River removed herself from Minerva's mind; prepared with answers to the questions she had seen Minerva had lined up to ask.

"I guess my first question is why me? For having powers I mean. And why now? I mean, it sure sounds like the Atlanteans have been around for a long time, but why? Just because of the things going on in Egypt? It sure seems like the Atlanteans would have been found out since then, and surely they must have manipulated their way out of that, right?"

"We'll take these one by one, firstly being an Atlantean is a hereditary; the gene itself is, but it's also heterozygous recessive meaning that it only shows up in rare occasions. So either one or both of your parents have the recessive gene that activated in you. Egypt…" River began thinking back to the hot, arid desert, making her way through the crowded bazaars of the Giza Plateau, "…was unavoidable, we couldn't have manipulated our way out of such evidence; but then again it was pretty much time we announced ourselves; the world is finally ready for us." Reaching around to the table behind her, River grabbed a basket full of apples, offering one to Minerva before taking one for herself.

"We Atlanteans have been around for thousands of years, way before common era, most commonly documented about us was Plato in 'Timaeus', but I myself have been around for little over two decades. Up until now, we've tried to keep our existence a secret until one day when Humans and Atlanteans could live side by side peacefully." She took another bite of the juicy, scarlet apple, "Anything else you wanted to know?"

Looking at her watch, she deducted that she still had several hours before they would need to leave.​


Antonia Costa – New York Atlantean Relief Centre, America

"Thank you all for flying British Airways, please revert your seats to their upright positions and tray tables folded away…"

Antonia yawned, stretching her arms up until the banged harshly against the baggage stow above. On one side an old man fiddled with his teeth while his even older wife picked at the remnants of what airlines called 'food' while on her other, the cute boy she had been flirting with the previous night sat watching some movie about what looked like a bunch of university kids singing. In the reflection of the screen in front of her, she could see the messy auburn hair that surrounded her round face. From beneath the scattered fringe sat two ice-blue eyes.

"Morning sleeping beauty," her flirt-boy greeted her, however she simply raised the side of her lips in a half smile; mornings were not her style.

An hour later, and Antonia was now out in the open air, trying to hail any taxi that would notice her; but all seemed to drive right past her. Finally, after revealing a bit of leg, she caught the attention of a middle-aged Arabic man and he happily picked her up as a fair. In the mirror, she could see his quizzical look at her lack of baggage, but Antonia was one of the few girls that could happily travel light.

It was another half hour before she arrived outside the door of the hotel she was going to be staying at for the next couple of days. She was lucky she had been arranged to stay at a hotel just around the corner from the Atlantean Relief Centre, meaning she still had time to have a shower and get ready before making her way to her destination.

Having contacts in the centre helped Antonia sneak into the waiting room without having to go through the usual process, making things a lot easier. And there she waited, as people filtered in and out of the waiting room; all registering their powers into a database they knew nothing about simply because they had been told too.

It was late in the afternoon when a young man came and sat down in one of the three empty chairs beside her. Whipping out his iPad, he booted up an application, and from the corner of her eye, Antonia watched him cautiously. Shifting to her other shoulder, she now found herself leaning towards the boy.

"So what are you in here for?" she joked, hoping the boy would bite at her joke.​
 

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Charlotte (Charlie) Hunter - Atlantean Relief Centre- London England

Charlie felt herself get brushed out the way as the human frag dragging a girl in toe, appeared, darting around the corner and out the door she had entered through within a few seconds. Pain dazed her and slowed her reactions, as she wheeled about, calling out for him to stop. But as she finally turned around fully to follow her target, she was just in time to see the black car she had once hidden behind speed off down the dirt track. Well two black cars, speeding down two dirt tracks. Double vision was never fun.

Hissing a number of profanities, the girl steadied herself against one of the white walls, smearing the pure colour with crimson, while her free hand she clutched her side, blood slipping over her digits in warm rivulets of reds. The more blood she lost, the more the world around her span, lights flashing before her eyes, while the pounding of her own heart sounded within her ears. The pain had intensified to point beyond feeling, numbing her side completely as she swayed on her feet unsteadily.

Briefly removing her hand from her wound, she wiped the back of her hand against her forehead, pulling back the dark ebony strands of hair, which stuck to her hollowed cheeks with the help of cold beads of sweat, which glistened over her pale skin.

Laboured tugs for air, heaved her chest as she sucked in each breath as if it were her last, letting the cool, copper tainted tasting air, fill her lungs with ragged gasps. She could feel her legs wanting to buckle under her, but it was sheer stubbornness that stopped her from collapsing. She was not one to give in and now was not a time to start.

Closing her eyes, Charlie focused on making the world around her stop spinning. Steadying her breathing and trying to slow her heart beat down. If it kept its pace up, she would bleed to death before she could even get a chance to heal. She had to take control. The pain was managing itself, numbing her spine and chilling her flesh, it was almost a god send, just as long as it kept doing that, she would be able to cope.

Lolling her head back onto her shoulders, Charlie pushed herself back against the wall, steadying herself completely. Feeling the steady structure behind her, made the spinning ease, if only a little at least.

"Just don't fall, Ok Charlie?" She hissed to herself, as she clutched her side with both arms now, hugging herself in a mixture of terror and need for comfort, as her long hair pooled over her shoulders. It was here, that a voice sounded.

"Did, did you do…?"

It had only been a few seconds since the Human Frag and company had made their escape, and on looking up, back through the open door, Charlie's eyes meet a familiar, though admittedly, shocked looking face.

Justin, stood in the door way, watching her with a mixture of emotions toying with his face. He didn't look like he knew out to react. He was looking at her wound as if recognising it, that look reminding her of Mark's from back in the coffee shop, yet there was something different behind this look. Something which, Charlie had not seen in Mark's wide eyes that afternoon.

"Thank… thank you, but are you alright?" Justin now began to hobble over to where she stood, sweeping up two chairs and offering one to her. Charlie, of course gladly accepted the gesture and manoeuvred herself onto the seat gingerly, wincing slightly as she leaned back onto the structure, her legs giving up her weight eagerly.

Nodding her own thanks to her now, new company. Charlie lolled her head back once more, letting out a sigh of relief as some of the pressure which had gathered round her midriff eased. Her heart beat was now steady too which was a plus, the ooze of blood slowing to a steady trickle, though regardless the amount of blood lost already was still a worrying factor. Trying to think of next move however was cut short, as Justin spoke, his voice making her jump slightly by it's closeness.

Looking up, Charlie then eyed Justin, whom had taken a seat near her, setting his eyes on her with a worried expression now. The look of fear that she had thought she had spied earlier gone completely.

"While you heal for a bit, why not tell me about yourself? What's your name? How does your ability work? I would be happy to help with any questions you have."

Charlie regarded Justin for a little while, the pain gnawing at her innards. Granted the amount of pain and numbing sensation had now began to die off, but whether this was due to her healing abilities or simply her body's way of shutting down, Charlie did not know.

Pushing this rather, gutting wrenchingly worrying thought to the side however, Hunter tried to focus on the questions being asked. She had not realised before that they had not exchanged names, but then when looking back, everything had happened too fast for pleasantries and tea to be offered.
"I'm Charlie. Charlie Hunter." This offered reply was given by a stronger voice than Charlie had realised, expecting it to come out weak and whimpering. "My ability? I don't know anything about it. I heal people by absorbing their injuries, that's all I know."

Here Charlie tried to smile, though this attempt quickly failed and turned into a grimace, as a particularly large spike of pain shuddered up her spine, making the hair on her arms stand on end, as a sudden gasp for air slipped out over her tongue. However, she quickly regained control, refocusing her eyes onto her company with nod.

"Who were those guys?" she then finally asked, nodding towards her wound. "Why did they come here? And no offence Justin, sorry your name tag told me your name, but though I appreciate the company, I need a doctor."
 
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Austin Tseng – New York City's Atlantean Relief Center, America


Austin loaded up a blue bird onto his catapult. Angling his shot carefully, he released. This was for three medals...damn. Not even close. He reset the level. Time to try again-

"So," said the girl in the chair beside him, "what are you in here for?" Her voice had a joking side to it. Then again, it was kinda obvious why he was here.

"Ha!" he lauged. Austin put his iPad down. He pushed the lock button so it would'nt waste his already dwindling battery.

At least I have some company now...

Austine turned to face a girl sitting next to him. Half smiling he said, "I suppose I'm here for the same reason you are. Crazy superpowers!" Heraised his hands about chin-level wiggled his fingers a bit. You know, like what kids do when telling ghost stories. Not exactly the most mature guesture, but Austin wasn't exactly known for his outstanding maturity. After all, he was still kinda young.

"My name's Austin, what about you?" He said, "So, I guess you have superpowers too. What can you do?" Honestly, it was all he could think of to start a conversation. Normally, he'd start with "where are you from", but these are far from normal times.​
 
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Justin Evans - London Atlantean Relief Centre, England


Things had been so much easier back in Egypt, but since then, Justin still hadn't been in a situation like this, and as such, new little of what to do. Neither of them could do much in the conditions they were in at the moment. Moving Charlie in her condition would mean more blood loss, no matter how much her ability could heal her, while he on the other hand could barely make it without spasms of pain ripping up through his spinal chord.

"Charlie, you took my wound, could you give it back to me? I know you can heal at a faster rate, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve." He outstretched his hands, hoping that Charlie would be able to give him his wound back. Even in his head, his reasoning sounded incredibly childish; but it was their only way of getting help.

"Trust me, Charlie, I know what I'm doing." In theory, he knew what he had to do, but never before had he sustained such a wound like this before. Regardless, if it relieved the pressure on Charlie to perform, then it might just save the both of them.​
 

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The tears continued to run down his face as he tried to cover up his entire body with his coat, grateful for his mother for getting it for him and grateful for his other half for bringing it, thank god it was cold today. However, he was not grateful that she had decided to leave his room again, or that she basically threw her naked body at not one, but two people within the time frame of about 5 minutes! As well as nearly getting molested by another two, it was all too much.

Over his sobbing he heard the other two ladies conversing, before the man he had just been about to force himself onto and the girl who could fly left the room, leaving him now alone with only one stranger instead of 3. He could deal with just one person in a room, well at least that was what he told himself as removed the part of the coat that was covering his face.

Through his tears he saw the older lady kneeling in front of him, she had called herself Katerina Lukyanenko earlier and that she was an Atlantean. He could tell that she had a questioning expression on his face but he didn't a word, just looked back with snot now joining the tears that were running down his face.
"Uh- So are you alright? What's your name?" she asked, her tone hinting that she'd already asked this question before.

"I-I.. My na.. me.. name.." Kim stuttered as he tried to reply before realising he was in the doorway where everyone could possibly see him, panic set in again causing him to clumsily throw himself out of the doorway and scurry into the closest corner. Curling up into a ball in the corner made him feel slightly more secure, especially since all he could see was two walls protecting him from the evil outside world.

"K-Kim... Parnevik..." he struggled, forcing himself to answer her in hope she could help him get back to the safety of his room.
 
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Imogen Green - Atlantean Relief Centre, New York, United States of America

October 30th, 2012
"Yes Will, please don't be so hostile. It's not like I want to kidnap or kill you or anything. I think I would have been far more forward and direct if I wanted to do that," she flicked her hair again, batting her eyelids sweetly. "If I wanted to kidnap or kill you, I would have done so already."

"Of course we'd be glad to come with you. Simply by hearing you out we could both learn a few things," Brad replied politely. Imogen was wishing more and more that he was her target now. Brad pushed Will, saying something which Will seemed to comply with. Imogen, visibly pleased, clapped her hands and waved her hand away from the centre.

"We'd better scoot before someone suspects something. We have a few options. We can go back to my car or you boys can show me a nice place here where we can have a private chat," she started to move, walking casually towards the streets and back into the city. "Which do you want? My car's pretty big, but it might really feel I'm kidnapping you." She giggled at her joke, adjusting her glasses again. God, she seemed to have a lot of ticks today. Perhaps it was just because she was nervous or the face she had on today. Oh well. It's not like it was bothering anyone.​




Oakley North - Atlantean Relief Centre, London, England

October 31st, 2012
Oakley silently accepted Nathaniel's help, breathing in and out. Her arm still tingled but the slow breathing helped, her arm slowly receding. It was just below her shoulder now and wasn't moving incredibly fast, but as long as it was moving back, it would eventually go back to just her hand. It was hard to put her arm around Nathaniel since she was so short and he was so tall but holding onto someone, especially someone who just promised to keep her safe, made her feel more at ease.

"Good," the strange girl said, not turning back and leading them out into the 'fresh' London air. When they stepped out of the rubble, Oakley looked behind to see what was left of the building. It wasn't much.

"Oh excellent!" a man said loudly from the distance. Oakley squinted, making out a well dressed man standing next to a traditional American taxi cab. As they got closer, she could make out his face. He was well groomed, matching his choice of clothes, with a sleek goatee and short, styled dark hair. He seemed rather pleased to see the four of them leave the building and his smile grew larger as they grew closer. Was he with the strange girl? "I'm glad you are all okay! And look! A friend as well!"

"I've brought them, sir," the girl said plainly. She was a strange contrast to the man.

"Good. Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I hope those horrible people didn't hurt you at all. I must say, they sure made a mess of the place," he looked behind them, shrugging at the smouldering mess of the building. "It reminds me of this one time I was in Korea, back in the 1950s an--"

"Sir," the girl interrupted him. Oakley said nothing, rather shocked by the man's forwardness and friendliness. Was he putting it on or was he genuinely glad to see them? Who was he?

"Right, yes, thank you Adeline. My name is the Librarian, but you may call me Henry today. This charming young lady is my assistant and daughter, Adeline. As I have told dear James, I offer sanctuary to lost Atlanteans and right now, everyone seems more lost than ever. Like you, dear Oakley," he looked straight at her, who breathed in sharply, widened her eyes and shook her head quickly.

"Um, no, I--"

"Here, let me help you there," he stepped over to her, pulling her off Nathaniel's shoulder. Oakley felt as if she should be nervous, but as soon as the Librarian held her, she calmed. She wasn't sure how, but he made her feel safe. He smiled and tapped the gem that had formed in centre of the armour of the right arm. The armour receded immediately, disappearing completely off her arm as if she was a normal human being. "Does that feel better now?"

"Th-thank you," she rubbed her right arm. It was unbelievable to see her entire arm for the first time in a few weeks.

"Now, what is your name?"

"Um... Oakley North."

"What a beautiful name. It suits you very much," he swooned, his smile only making her feel more warm on the inside. With a nod to Oakley, he left her attention and turned to Nathaniel. "And yours, Mr. Calaway? What's your name?"​
 
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Nathaniel Calaway- Atlantean Relief Center, London, England.


Nathaniel acted as Oakley's guide, helping the girl outside with relative ease. Her arm seemed to calm down and as it did, helping her move began that much easier. Oakley was little compared to him, being light as a feather. Nathaniel probably lifted weights heavier than her on a regular basis. He turned back to the Atlantean center to see it mostly in ruins, though he couldn't begin to guess why. The fight between him and Smoker was minor, so he must of been the explosions he heard earlier. Nathaniel couldn't have imagined that it had caused that much damage.

"Oh excellent!" a man said loudly from the distance. Nathaniel could see the man relatively easily. He was well dressed man standing next to an everyday taxi cab. It looked vaguely like a New York one, but different enough to see it was not from his home state. Well, his American home. He technically was a dual citizen of England and America. So in a way, he was home. As they got closer, the man's face was becoming less of a mystery. He clearly took care of himself, keeping himself proper, matching his choice of clothes. He styled his facial hair into goatee and kept his dark hair short and groomed. He seemed rather pleased to see everyone leave the building safely, as indicated with his large grin. He clearly was the taxi man that James mentioned. And it seemed to be associated with the girl too. Whatever was going on, Nathaniel was uneasy to say the least. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to fight anymore. "I'm glad you are all okay! And look! A friend as well!"

He seems nice enough. For now.

"Good. Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I hope those horrible people didn't hurt you at all. I must say, they sure made a mess of the place," he looked behind them, shrugging at the smoldering mess of the building. "It reminds me of this one time I was in Korea, back in the 1950s an--"

"Sir," the girl interrupted him. The man did not seem all there, reminding Nathaniel of his old deceased grandfather. But wait, the 50s? Wasn't when the Korean War took place? Shouldn't this guy look…older?

"Right, yes, thank you Adeline. My name is the Librarian, but you may call me Henry today. This charming young lady is my assistant and daughter, Adeline. As I have told dear James, I offer sanctuary to lost Atlanteans and right now, everyone seems more lost than ever. Like you, dear Oakley," he looked straight at her, who breathed in sharply, widened her eyes and shook her head quickly.

"Um, no, I--"

"Here, let me help you there," he stepped over to her, pulling her off Nathaniel's shoulder. Nathaniel made sure the transition was easy, but there was a bit of tension in Nathaniel. He was still unsure if this Librarian could be trusted. He would get a chance, but just in case Nathaniel was ready to freeze the Librarian in his place. He smiled a her and tapped the gem that had formed in centre of the armor of the right arm. The armor receded immediately, disappearing completely off her arm as if she was a normal human being. "Does that feel better now?"

"Th-thank you," she rubbed her right arm.

"Now, what is your name?"

"What a beautiful name. It suits you very much," the Librarian said to Oakley. Whether it was out of kindness or some other ulterior motive was open to interpretation. He then turned to Nathaniel. "And yours, Mr. Calaway? What's your name?"

"I have a feeling you already know what my name is, Librarian" Nathaniel said staring at him. "Adeline already knew it. So how about you answer my question instead: What do you want with me?"
 

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Minerva Sirmais - Riga Atlantean Center, Latvia


"We'll take these one by one, firstly being an Atlantean is a hereditary; the gene itself is, but it's also heterozygous recessive meaning that it only shows up in rare occasions. So either one or both of your parents have the recessive gene that activated in you." That made sense to her. From what she remembered from her high school biology class, it made sense. Recessive genes, possibly a handful of recessive genes may have controlled who had powers and who didn't. So every Atlantean was a genetic miracle in a sense. Interesting. "Egypt…", River continued, "...was unavoidable, we couldn't have manipulated our way out of such evidence; but then again it was pretty much time we announced ourselves; the world is finally ready for us."

River reached behind her and grabbed a basket of apples, placing it on the table and offering a shiny green one to her, which Minerva took graciously. River picked a bright scarlet one for herself before going on, "We Atlanteans have been around for thousands of years, way before common era, most commonly documented about us was Plato in 'Timaeus', but I myself have been around for little over two decades. Up until now, we've tried to keep our existence a secret until one day when Humans and Atlanteans could live side by side peacefully. Anything else you wanted to know?"

Humans and Atlanteans side by side? That didn't seem possible so far. All you heard about on the news was either speculation about whether or not the whole thing was legitimate, or people arguing about whether or not they could even trust the Atlanteans. Then there were the people taking advantage of their abilities, and using them to hurt other people. Could Atlanteans ever be trusted? Would she ever be trusted? She quietly munched on her apple, wondering what to ask next.

"So...", Minerva started, "what happens next then? What I mean is, what happens with me, and other Atlanteans now?"​
 
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James Hazen- Atlantean Relief Center- London England
October 31st, 2012


James silently followed the three other Atlanteans. Nate did his best to support Oakley despite their height difference, which James found a bit comical as they walked together rather clumsily in appearance. He kept this to himself though, as he felt Nate genuinely wanted to help her, which was rare to see nowadays, even if it made them look a bit silly. This did however propel him to examine Oakley more closely, and her enormous metal arm she wielded, which starkly contrasted her tiny frame. Obviously this was her ability, but he was curious what exactly it was, and to what extent it operated on. It did provide him with a bit information regarding Atlantean abilities. As he was the only specimen of which to compare around Hawaii, he assumed rather narrowly of the extent of Atlantean powers, believing they were mostly elemental-typed attacks, as was displayed by the explosion in Berlin, and confirmed further by Nate. But as he saw, perhaps there was much more to it. Henry, after all, had an altogether different ability. Teleportation, and the ability to control object without touching them. At that time, he assumed the man might have been an exception, but Oakley changed his outlook. Now, he was certain powers were likely vast in number and largely diverse.

The three approached Henry, who seemed to know the goth girl, and expected Oakley and Nate to be there as well. He revealed that the girl was his daughter Adeline, and reconfirmed what he told James earlier about what exactly he offered for Atlanteans. He then proceeded to touch her armor, causing the large hunk of metal to begin receding off of her body immediately. He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued by this latest ability Henry chose to reveal. That was already three or four different ones that James had counted that he performed, and he had a feeling that that didn't even scratch the surface. He wasn't quite sure who the hell Henry really was, but he had a feeling he was a big player among the Atlanteans, if the THE big player. James made a mental note that it was probably a good idea never to get on his bad side.

James snort a bit at the introductions he requested from the others. Henry already knew his name when they had first met. He was certain the man already knew the others' as well. He assumed he was simply being a bit polite, but when he asked 'Mr. Calaway' for his name, he had a feeling he may have been showing off a bit. James didn't mind. In all honesty, if James had all of the powers that Henry had, he'd probably feel obligated to show off a bit too.

Nate seemed to catch onto this as well, and asked a question that was probably also on Oakley's mind. What exactly did they want with them? He was unsure, but truthfully, he didn't really care to begin with. He didn't come with them because of what they wanted with him, but rather because of what Henry promised to offer James.

"So, you may exit and see how you fare against those men with the guns and their large friends or you could come with me and I could show you how lightning really works."

That was their arrangement, their contract if you will. As long as he kept his word, he didn't care much about the rest of the details. It beat working in a store in Hawaii any day, that's for sure. Besides, Nate seemed all right and Oakley...well, actually she seemed a bit whiny but Nate seemed all right. Despite this, he was a bit interested in what exactly the two of them wanted. He wondered if they represented that group he had heard about, the Atlantean Royal Family on TV. It seemed likely, but he'd rather hear it from the horses mouth. As he waited for Henry to explain, he decided to take this moment to observe the rest of the city they were in, which he deduced was most likely London, England, from the way the cars were designed, and from London Eye which he could spot in the far distance. Though he wasn't observing the others, he was giving his partial attention to the conversation as he gazed at the city he had been in for less than an hour, reminding himself that this was the first time he had left Hawaii in his life.
 
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Charlotte (Charlie) Hunter - London Atlantean Relief Centre, England

Charlie pulled her head up, trying her hardest not to spill the contents of her stomach from the pain, as she looked at Justin. He was not sat opposite her, brow furrowed with thought as he extend his hand towards her, offering it almost like gift. For a little while, Charlie remained silent, regarding Justin's worried expression curiously. The pain still gnawed at her side making the world whirl slightly, though not as much as before, whilst flashing pin pricks of light dotted her vision, making this situation foggy and difficult to grasp. Yet despite this, as the dark haired girl stared at the man sat in front of her offering his hand out to her like some soppy sacrifice seen from a film, Charlie understood with the sharpest clarity what Justin was wanting her to do.

It was as if, even though she was the one suffering mostly from blood loss, that Justin had lost the capability to think. Surely he must had thought all the consequences through? why would he hold hand out, asking for the pain which wiled her body back?
Arching an eye brow,Charlie tried her hardest to think of reasons why? Anyone looking into this situation would see that Charlie clearly stood a better chance than Justin. She had the ability to heal, even if it wasn't that fast, it was still faster than the average human. So why would a man with the ability to twist wood want an fatal injury back?

Narrowing her eyes, Charlie slowly shook her head, parting her lips to reply, as she tried to lock her gaze with his.

"You want this back?" she asked, reaching down and slowly peeling back her shirt to expose the wound which no longer bleed but slowly oozed blood. The healing process was doing it's job, knitting back the wound slowly, but not to the point where she would be able to walk away from this within the next few hours. Though upon regarding it briefly Charlie was relieved to see that the wound had healed, if only a little.

Yet, still as she asked this question, the selfish side of herself preservation kicked in, regarding Justin's hand as a way of escape from the agony. It was such a simple way out of it and he seemed so willing, but on shaking her head again she shivered away from the idea. She would be dooming the man whom had once so willingly risked his own life for hers, not even that but she didn't even know if she could do it. Unlike the kids she had overheard in the waiting room talking about her practicing, her 'gift' wasn't exactly something she could practice in the quiet of her own room easily, she had never been the emo type and for that matter asking her mum to offer herself up as willing volunteer was out of the question.

"Are you sure?" she finally asked, feeling guilty as she lifted her hand to his and gently pressed her small digits into his warm palm, as her eyes swept up from their touching hands to meet Justin's eyes.
 
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Justin Evans - London Atlantean Relief Centre, England


"I'm sure," Justin reiterated as Charlie put her hand in his palm. It pained him to see this young girl in agony despite her extraordinary ability; but he knew what he was doing, he knew really what he had to do.

His hand felt warm as Charlie began passing his wound back to him, her side slowly patching itself together as searing pain ripped at his side. She had healed the wound enough so that it would not be fatal, but he still bit his lip, holding back the screams of agony as tears threatened to run down his cheeks. He could literally feel the skin ripping apart to reveal the soft flesh, however this time the fragments were not scratching against his flesh making the wound that much more bearable.

Charlie's wound soon healed completely as blood now started flowing from Justin's side and the two broke contact. Letting the levee break, a flood of swearing and profanities left his lips as he clutched his side in pain; having momentarily forgotten about the amount of pain he had been in before. Now though, he was in a much clearer thought process than he had been lying on the floor with his wound before. Lifting up his shirt, he hovered his hand over the wound as spots began to blur his vision.

Like a miracle, he skin around Justin's skin began to toughen and harden, as what looked like bark started to form on the edges of the wound, slowly creeping further in until the entire wound was covered in a skin like bark. Justin's eyes rolled back into his head as he let go, blacking out for a couple of seconds before coming to.

"Wow, Charlie, you're one tough person," he congratulated her, "that wound was almost unbearable."

Reaching into his bag, Justin fished around until he grasped a box and brought it out. Popping a couple of Barley Sugars into his mouth, he offered them to Charlie, "take several, the concentrated Glucose will help with your blood sugar level."

Several minutes later, heavily armed swat members burst through the door, sweeping the room before converging on Justin and Charlie. After brief questions, they helped them to the main foyer as a rapid response team was setting up a makeshift hospital for the hundred or so people injured in the attack.

Justin and Charlie were sat next to each other while they were inspected. "Justin Oliver Evans, 28, Atlantean Royal Family," he told the doctor as they examined his bark covered wound. After explaining the wound, it's transferral and re-transferral, Justin restored the wound to human flesh so the doctors could stick it back together.

While he laid there, wincing as the needles sewed his skin together, he turned to Charlie who was just having her final check by the doctor's, "So Charlie, what do you plan to do now that you have signed up?"​


Antonia Costa - New York Atlantean Relief Centre - America


Antonia wasn't such a big fan of the array of American accents, sometimes it was hard enough to understand people in her own country much less another one, but Austin's accent wasn't overly bad compared to her rather common British accent. It hadn't been her choice to come to America, more like orders from her superiors, but it meant getting out of the Mansion grounds to do real work in the real world.

"I'm Antonia Costa, I can speak Italian naturally if that's what you're asking." She knew exactly what he meant, it was almost a common ice breaker to find out what everyone else's ability was, but it was also sometimes considered intrusive to ask as well, however Antonia never did see the point how it could be so intrusive.

"How about this, I'll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours?" Antonia was of course, actively flirting; flaunting her feminine charms. It didn't help that she resembled somewhat like Emma Watson from the Harry Potter movies, but she knew how attractive she was and was not afraid to use that to her advantage.​


River Beleren - Riga Atlantean Relief Centre, Latvia


"What happens next is entirely up to you," River responded, as hard as she tried to rephrase it, she couldn't help feeling like she was Morpheus offering Neo the choice of pills, "you can exit through that door with your registration card, and try to return to the life you have left, otherwise you can take up my offer to join me and a whole lot of other Atlanteans and learn to control your ability."

River decided to back up her motion, she hadn't said a lot about her organisation so much, "I am with the Atlantean Royal Family, we train and prepare younger Atlanteans to better control their abilities and to aid us in the coming future. We're based in Britain, but we have people from all corners of the world studying and learning with us. Minerva, you could become a valuable member of our rather extended family, and I would love to have you become a part of us."

River took another bite of her apple, letting the words sink in before asking Minerva again, "So, would you like to join us?"​


Wyatt Cale - Syndicate HQ, CBD, Birmingham, England


Excited, Jeremy began appearing, disappearing then reappearing all around the room, in celebration, garnering quizzical looks from both Wyatt and Mr. Cain. "Please, excuse him," Cain spoke, "now, before you get acquainted with the rest of the crew, follow me." It came off more like an order than a suggestion; still, Wyatt followed Cain without hesitation, entering the lift with the imposing man and leaving Jeremy alone to his own devices.

Wyatt simple watched as one by one they passed each floor, heading down to a floor with a button embossed with the letters 'S' and 'L'; Wyatt trying not to think of the letters as some sort of sexual innuendo. It seemed like no time at all had passed when the doors finally prized open to reveal several rows of computer terminals all leading up to a large, glass window that over looked a large, football sized, white-washed room. Walking to the window, he looked down at a rather muscular man sparring with what appeared to be a very lean, flexible and somewhat agile woman. With a small pop, Jeremy appeared beside Wyatt, making him flinch at his sudden appearance.

"That's Adrian and October," He explained as Wyatt continued to watch their match, "they're the other, older members of our division."

Wyatt watched in amazement as Adrian's arms flurried in a mass of punches, almost appearing has if he had more than two fists while October blocked, parried and dodged her way around him; seemingly trying to tire him out. She dodged through the his flurries, sweeping her leg in an arc, however Adrian saw this, stepping back at the latest possible moment yet still being caught off guard by it. Noticing the break in his concentration, October jumped forward, throwing herself up off the floor and at Adrian; colliding heavily with his chest and sending him sprawling to the ground.

Behind Wyatt, the Directive cleared his throat, causing the two boys to turn 180, "This is the Science Lab, here we do research on Atlanteans and also help you to better control your respective abilities."

A man soon joined the Directive, short and stocky, this man was well built and didn't seem like someone Wyatt would like to cross much less encounter when he was in a bad mood. Messy blonde hair that was already starting to fade and piercing green eyes just added to the man's intimidation; however the unkempt stubble showed he liked to delve long into his study.

"I am Professor Joshua Meier," his accent was thick, something Mediterranean; Austrian would have been Wyatt's first guess, "what is your ability, Wyatt?"

Since they had arrived, Wyatt hadn't told anyone his name, but it made sense that the Directive would have told Professor Meier about him. "I honestly don't know, something with my eyes I guess."

The professor sighed, looking at the directive before looking back at Wyatt, "Surely you must have already used it? Think, boy!"

"I'll leave you two to it, then," the Directive smiled, before motioning for Jeremy to follow him. All Wyatt received was a pat on the shoulder from Jeremy and a wink before the boy popped off into another section of the building as the Directive left via elevator; leaving Wyatt in the capable hands of the doctor.

Slouching back into the chair, Wyatt was finally able to relax after being poked, prodded and tested for what seemed like every conceivable ability that could originate from the eyes. What seemed like 3 hours had only taken thirty minutes and they soon came to the conclusion on his ability. "So, I can see through walls? Bloody useless if you ask me," he retorted.

"Not so much, Wyatt, you could prove valuable yet," Professor Meier looked up from his desk as two figures made their way out of the elevator that lead down to the large room below. Wyatt had to twist his neck around just to glimpse the hulking figure and the sleek beauty beside him. "Adrian, October, let me introduce our new recruit, Wyatt."

Wyatt stood, turning around to size the two up. The hulking guy name Adrian was a mass of muscle looking somewhat Latino or South American while a second set of arms relaxed below his other set of arms. He reached out both right arms, gesturing in handshake at Wyatt before realising what he had done and retracted one. Out of courteous, Wyatt shook the guy's sweaty palm. October however, was sleek and thin, long auburn hair tied in a ponytail that ran down past her shoulder blades and wearing a rather revealing top and track pants. She was perhaps a head shorter than Wyatt, but seemed to cling to Adrian as if the two were a couple.

"So, newbie, what's your ability, huh?" October taunted, her accent quite Irish causing Wyatt to have to do a double take of what she had said.

"I can blow stuff up," he retorted half casually, smirking at his lie.

"Nice to meet you, amigo," Adrian responded, "but October and I must be going. We shall see you soon." Wyatt was starting to like Adrian, despite being scared that the guy could probably squash him flat like the Hulk.

"See ya later, babe," October whispered in his ear seductively as she walked past. He felt her briefly touch his arm and it soon erupted into spasms, causing Wyatt to clutch his arm close to his body. Whatever October had done, Wyatt was pretty sure it was the least of her ability.


Returning to the Professor, he slumped to the seat, in somewhat of a bad mood after his encounter with October. "So Doc, how do I become stronger?"​
 
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