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Old March 22nd, 2012, 11:33 PM
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Christian Calaway and Thalia Windspeaker- Atlantean Mansion, Boston, England



Your word will change the fate of the world.

Those words rung in Christian's years like a funeral bell, an eerie reminder of his fate. No amount of preparation could prepare him for this day where it would seem that he held the fate of the world in his hands. "No man should hold this responsibility," Christian whispered as it someone would be there to disagree with him. Why him? Why couldn't it be someone else? Someone stronger than him. There had to be better people than him. A man or woman could bear the burdens of the earth and overcome the challenges set before him. Christian couldn't even save two innocent women from a helicopter crash, needing to be saved by someone else. Christian was barely to save himself for that matter. Let's face facts, he was useless. It was only now that he begun to realize it.

And now this. "Your word will change the fate of the world," Christian said under his breath again. It was this point he had considered ignoring the whole ordeal of prophecy to begin with. He had never invested too much attention to fortune telling or anything related to before. Nicolas' girlfriend was into that stuff, even buying a pack of tarot cards one time. She read Christian's fortune a few times, only being about half right at any given time. Christian credited it under dumb luck and moved on, not having time for it. Not believing it then, why should he start now? Perhaps because extraordinary things have happened in the past week. Supernatural abilities, secret wars, ancient civilizations, and just about every major theme one could find in a comic book have come true. And Christian was right in the middle of it. With a deep sigh, he did not want to believe it now. It seemed too good to be true to begin with. He had finally acquired a means to the end of inflicting change, but a wise old woman has now burdened him an impossible quest. To what extent did his actions have on the world? Did his every action now have greater repercussions? He was already a bit paranoid, over-analyzing his actions…but now? Oh dear god, Christian felt his world was crumbling around him. Too much has happened in so little time.

“Christian Calaway?” a female voice entered the silence of the room. Christian barely heard it over the stampede of thoughts. “I am Thalia Windspeaker, but most people call me Thalia.”

Christian stared at the wall more, unable to take his mind off the prophecy long enough to pay any to the woman. He then abruptly shook a bit, only realizing that a person was in the room before him.

"I'm sorry," he said as he stood up. "I was…lost in thought. How can I help you?"

Thalia made a little cough before repeating her words, "I'm Thalia, one of the leaders of the Royal Family, River sent me here to train you." Thalia looked at the bulky guy, wondering how someone with an aerokinetic ability such as her own could control it in such body shape, but she wasn't here to judge, "Would you like to follow me outside and we can begin training?"

Christian simply nodded in response and quickly went over to reclaim his jacket, grabbing it and putting it on in a seamless motion. This was what he was waiting for. And hopefully, the training would ease his troubled mind. That being said, he was not as enthusiastic was he imagined himself to be about finally becoming useful. Grabbing his jacket only reminded him that the best he could do for an innocent woman was to offer his jacket to keep her warm.

"Lead the way."

Thalia turned and lead Christian out, gathering gazes from many of the few students that resided; most if not all had training together in classes, only a couple of special cases ever had training with just a leader. She led him down the stairs and out into the courtyard where a few students sat in groups talking under the shade of the trees that grew there. instead she turned left, heading east to a large field bordered by trees. It was relatively empty this time of day, most of the students would either be in class or relaxing in the shade, which was perfect timing for training.

"First of all, Christian, I would like you to coalesce your smoke into a simple ball, like this," Thalia held her hand out in front of her and within seconds a condensed ball of wind spiraled about in the middle of her palm.

"Right. Easy enough," he replied, having practiced this a few times. Christian put his hand out, with smoke fumes emerging from his of his fingers. He tensed up a bit as Christian concentrated on bring form to the fumes. Slowly, the fumes gathered into a cloud in his palm. The cloud had no defined shape however which frustrated the smoke manipulator. Unable to smooth the cloud out easily, Christian released the cloud into his atmosphere. The challenge of making a perfect sphere was harder than he thought. He restarted, gathering another cloud in his palm and bringing his other hand into play, smoothing out the gathered cloud into a perfect ball which rested calmly his palm. "There. A ball."

Thalia watched Christian concentrate on the ball, finally getting it circular after a couple of goes. "Being able to shape your smoke is a useful tool, if it is dense enough, it can really hurt someone. However injuring someone isn't everything, sometimes you need a distraction to get away," the wind around them picked up and a miniature whirlwind wrapped itself around them; shielding Thalia from Christian's view. Once settled, Thalia was no longer in front of Christian.

"Sometimes, distractions are the perfect weapon," She said from behind him. "Now you try, let's see what you can do!"

Christian was a bit confused at this point, not entirely grasping the point of the lesson. It was not that he couldn't see her point. A confused enemy is a vulnerable one. He knew that much watching Nicolas fight punks on the backstreets of New York, when he threw a bit of dirt in their eyes. But how was he supposed "teleport" to a different location? It seemed that Thalia used the wind to simply obscure his vision. And that gave him a bit of an idea. It wasn't as crazy as his flying trick that nearly cost him his life, but it was still be a bold one to pull off. Cracking his neck and back stretching a bit to loosen up, Christian took a deep breath to relax himself. Was it nerves? He didn't really know.

Christian dropped his hands to his side and a rush of dense smoke surrounded both Thalia and himself in the span of a few mere seconds. With the dense smoke filling the area, Christian himself transformed his physical body into smoke, blending himself into the dense cloud. Fluttering around to swing behind Thalia took some time with Christian being uncomfortable without a tangible body, but in a few moments Christian had "teleported" behind her after regathering his physical form and the surrounding smoke successfully.

"Took a while. First time trying that."

"A good effort, but-" Thalia begin as she turn around to face Christian. Face being used in a loose sense of the word, being that Christian was a fair share taller than her. "Your movements are too stiff, too rigid, too….human. As an aerokinetic, you must like the air itself. Free and flowing yet firm and strong. You want to be like a gentle breeze yet be strong like a gust of wind. You must make the nature of the air part of yourself. Only by doing that will you unlock your potential," Thalia said with an earnest smile.

Christian was, appropriately, mind blown. He couldn't quite grasp the whole idea of being like the air itself. With eyes wide, Christian tried to make sense of anything. Thalia was right, or at least he believed her. But how exactly to be more…free? He was always the serious, methodical one. Asking him to suddenly more relaxed and free spirited was like asking a piece of wood to sink.

"Come now. Grab me," Thalia ordered.

"I'm sorry. What?" Christian said, with a hint of nervousness. Was she coming onto him?

Thalia chuckled: "Grab me as if you were in a fight." Christian sighed in relief and placed his large hands on her shoulders. He let his grip be rather gentle, as to not harm Thalia. He understood it was training and it was usually best to imagine every moment as "real" but Christian had a capability to adjust that others did not. "No, no. Again! But…this time as an Atlantean." Thalia pointed at Christian, locking her eyes onto his own.

Christian stepped back, as if he knew what she meant. Christian put about 3 meters between Thalia and himself. Grab her as an Atlantean. Doesn't sound too hard. Right?, Christian thought to himself with a gulp. Knowing what he wanted to do but not knowing how exactly to do it, he looked at Thalia for a few moments. He closed his eyes and envisioned a number of things. Turning only his legs into smoke, trying to be more free flowing, being calm as the breeze yet able to be strong like a hurricane. Rubbing his hands together to warm up again (and probably another nervous tick), Christian outstretched his arm and attempted to focus on the task at hand. Concentrating hard, Christian's arm slowly lost form and became a smoke stream. Visualizing a large arm in shape and design, Christian attempted to mold the smoke into a human arm, but failed. All he had created a smokey mess where his right arm used to be.

"Calm down, boy. Remember, be like the air. Free, peaceful, but strong and powerful. The air is a volatile element and one with many natures onto itself. You must able to adapt and change like the changing of the winds. 'Go with the flow' as they say. Do not carry yourself like a stone on the ground. Your gift is not contained in a small package. The sky is your canvas and the smoke is your brush."

Yeah, right. Easy for you to say. Damn hippie. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. That seemed to be the major lesson here. Up until now, he was always trying to keep his power under control with constant vigilance for fear of going up in a puff of smoke was overwhelming. He had never once considered calming down and going with the flow for a moment. Being uptight was just in his nature so when he learns of a power that causes him to lose his physical form any time he loses focus was not a good idea (not that he could help it). Well Thalia put his power into perspective. It was associated with the air, the wind, and nature itself. Why not at least try to be like that element? Even if what she was saying sounded like lunacy.

"Here goes nothing then," Christian said with false enthusiasm. Christian loosened up, let go of his reservations, and went with flow. Well, at least to a greater degree than before. It was not easy. Be like the air, be like the air, be like the air. After talking himself into being calm, he managed to trick himself into being more "free spirited", it seemed his body simply did what he had envisioned loosely his head. A large arm formed with what appeared to have a fully functional hand. A small smile stretched across his face. The hand felt like a new extension of his body, as if a once invisible limb was now visible for the first time. Christian gazed upon the new limb with satisfaction. Even if the control of over his ability was not absolute or complete, it was a nice shimmer of hope. Eager to experiment, Christian reached out and grasped Thalia in a firm hold, surprised that he did not immediately crush her into dust.

"Very good. You are learning quite quickly, but you still have quite a ways to go. Overconfidence will be your greatest weakness should you allow this small step get to your head," Thalia warned. She stared out into space for a brief moment as if her brain had to restart like an old computer. "Ah!" She exclaimed suddenly, causing Christian step back from his approach to her. "Stay right there. Actually…take a few steps back. Back where you were should be good. I have another exercise for you. I think this may help the most in fact." Christian wanted to groan, but remembered that he wanted to train. He wanted to get stronger.

"This exercise will put all what have you done into a single exercise. Think of it as the…culmination of your lessons. A final exam if you will, but I highly doubt we will end on this note. There is quite a bit of daylight left to be had," Thalia said. Thalia then swung her arm in large yet quick hook, as if she was cutting the air like a short blade. A rush of sharp wind gust past Christian's face, but all it let in its wake was stinging cut on his cheek. "We shall do a bit of sparring. You must find a way to avoid my attacks, and approach safely with the goal of stopping me."

"And how do you suppose I do that?"

"If I told you that, it would ruin half the lesson. I don't think an enemy will tell you how to stop them. In battle, you must be able to observe your opponent and find a weak point all on your own. Now, let's begin," Thalia said preparing another air slash.

"Whoa, wait up a moment!" Christian pleaded. "At least let me put my jacket down." Thalia nodded, allowing him to tend his needs. Christian stripped himself of his jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it on the ground. Whether Thalia realized it or not, it was an elaborate plot to waste a few moments to devise some sort of strategy. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, Christian's mind drew multiple blanks. Maybe it would be best to improvise a bit. He had a few ideas, but he wouldn't know if they would work until he actually experimented. For the first time in his life outside of his relatively elaborate imagination, Christian would be engaged in a fight involving superpowers. Sure, it was sparring but the novelty of all whole situation was overwhelming.

"Right. Let's begin."

Thalia wasted no time, immediately waving her arms with broad motions. She did it slowly, as if showing Christian some degree for mercy. However, her accuracy was dead on, aiming for his appendages as to not kill him; just punish him for any mistakes. Christian was able to dodge a few attacks, but found himself running around the air slashes more anything else. Being that his goal was to stop Thalia, and running around the attacks did nothing but stretch out the process evolving into into a senseless standstill. After a small leap to dodge one attack, Thalia read Christian's evasion and launched an air slash cutting his leg. Christian winced as he slid across the ground, almost taking a dirt nap. "That hurt."

"You have to fight back eventually. Do this in a fight, and you will die," Thalia said flatly.

"Right. Again."

"As you wish," Thalia said excited that Christian was not backing down.

Thalia launched another flurry of attacks, but this time Christian showed no fear and simply guarded his face, playing his large arms in front of him. He was soon showered in cuts, with air slashes butchering his arms. Christian stood his ground, enduring the pain until a better idea would come to fruition. Really wish I had a shield right about now. Wait! That's it! A light bulb flashed in his mind. Trying to remember his old lessons, Christian focused (lightly) on crafting a shield, a wall, something to protect himself from the onslaught of painful blades of air. Soon enough, a wall of dense smoke emerged from his arms, blocking the blades of air. It worked! Christian thought to himself. Able to hide from a brief moment, Christian examined his arms and legs, seeing a fair number of injuries, each bleeding more than he would care to admit. Injured or not, Christian had a job to do and he was not going to lose this little match. Going over all the lessons he just had, Christian tried to devise a way to bring all his new-found knowledge to use. Distraction and manipulation were the focal points of this whole training. Let's see how I can put them together. That is the purpose after all. Christian sat on this for only a few seconds before a plan was formulated. Considering his other plans, this one was sane. But perhaps that would be why it may not work.

Christian strengthened his wall, buffering it up a bit. This was only to load up his gun. Christian tightened up and then with a quick burst of energy, unleashed a large wave of smoke upon the field. Thalia was briefly overwhelmed, but kicked up a small torrent of wind to clear the field. However, much to her surprise her opponent…wasn't there. She spun around, but Christian wasn't there either. Suddenly, she felt a hand coil around her body.

"Got you," Christian said. "I hid myself amongst the smoke you blew around. Allowed me to flutter around later grab you. Wasn't sure if it was going to work."

"Good move," Thalia said being quite pleased with Christian's success.
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Old March 23rd, 2012, 04:07 AM
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Connor Jackson & Hannah Brynn - Washington D.C., USA

Hannah was fairly alarmed at their excessively fast deduction; she wasn't deaf, she could hear them from where she was. And so could Connor, squirming in his subconscious. What was with these kids? How rude was that, from the girl they didn't know giving them attitude. For all they knew, they were randoms in the street. Connor felt like biting back but he felt Hannah push him down slightly. How could they recruit them if they were ass holes to them?

"Me?" Hannah put a hand on her chest. Connor rolled his eyes inside Hannah's head. Yes, who else, genius? "My name is Hannah Brynn."

She looked at them for a second, not realising she had to do more than introduce herself. The question was not who she was, but who she was. Well, who they were.

"Oh, um," Hannah looked at her shoes briefly, "yes. Um, Kris and Krystal," Connor mentally sniggered at this one. Who named their children with such alike names? Right royally lame, "can you please, um, can we please talk?"

Oh god, she was going to awkward their way through this, wasn't she?

Oakley North - Atlantean Mansion, Boston, England

"Not here? What do you mean?" Oakley shook her upside-down head at the girl under her bed, who looked awfully frustrated at her. She was about to retaliate but thought better of it, pulling herself from underneath the bed and exiting the dorm rather hastily. Oakley was left with a confused look on her face. What was she doing? Was this person... spying on her? Snooping around? Going through... well, Oakley didn't have any stuff here, it was all in her bag. Maybe... maybe it was just bad luck? It was hard for her to shake the thought, lying back down on her bed and closing her eyes, her right arm resting on the floor as she felt it twinge in pain. She let herself relax and fell asleep, for the first time in two days.

"Oakley North?" her name woke her and Oakley opened her eyes to find a familiar face standing in the centre of the dorm, the man who had came to meet them before they came to the Atlantean Mansion. Oakley couldn't remember his name though.

"Mmmhello?" Oakley rubbed her eyes with both hands; her armour had receeded in her dreamless sleep. He tilted his head and looked back at her, giving a crooked smile. It took Oakley several seconds to realise that he was in a girls' dorm and that he was not a girl.

"Good morning! Or should I say afternoon?" he laughed then waited for Oakley to respond in someway, which she didn't, and continued, "I'm Justin. Justin Oak. I came with the group that picked you guys up this morning. I'll be helping you with your training today."

"My training?"

"Yep. River should have mentioned it to you? She wouldn't have forgotten. We're training in one of the lower halls. It should be empty until late, so we can take as long as we want. So get ready and we'll go, okay?" he stood there, patiently waiting for Oakley, his hands linked behind his back. Oakley breathed deeply, standing up as she processed what... Mr. Oak had said (is that what she had to call him? He was so young...). Training... which meant she had to use her ability. Or try to. Or fail miserably. She tried not to think about it too much, pulling off her coat, leaving only a singlet top and a pair of jeans. She would change her clothes tonight.

"C'mon then," Justin turned around and exited the dorm, Oakley following behind him. They maneuvered around, heading down a few flights of steps until they had found themselves in a mid-sized hall, about the size of two classrooms. It was semi-empty, seats stacked on the side towards the windows and posters of information hanging from some of the walls. Sunlight flooded in through the windows; Oakley was a little surprised how long she had slept, it looked like it was probably after 2pm. Justin walked to the middle of the room and outstretched his arms.

"Well, this is it!" he said, gesturing to the empty space. "I figured we needed a lot of room because of your ability."

"Yeah..." Oakley rubbed her right arm; it had already moved up her fingers and her palm on the trip down.

"River told me a little about it. But can you explain it to me, please? I'd like to hear your words!"

Oakley's eyes went to the floor. How could she? Keiran was easier, he knew how Oakley felt. He had a similar power. He knew what the pain was to be an Atlantean. But, she didn't even know Mr. Oak's power. Did he even have one? Surely so, he wouldn't be here otherwise. He tilted his head at her silence. Oakley wasn't even sure how she had opened up to Kieran, what had compelled her to do so? She hadn't spoken to anyone about it, aside from the doctor, but that was extremely brief and the doctor had figured most of it out. It had to be their likeness, right? Their similarities? Or was it something more?

"Oakley, I can't help you if you don't open up to me! Please, you need to tell me. If you show me your secret, I'll tell you one of mine," she looked back up at him. He looked sincere, but could he help? Or would he make it worse? Kieran's words echoed in her head.

Don't get so worried about it, okay? Everyone here's gonna try and help you deal. This place really helped me. I'm positive it's going to help you too.

Everyone's gonna help you.


"Okay," she said, putting her right arm forward. "This is... my arm. There's this... armour that grows on it. And when I get worried or... anxious or anything really, it grows. And it hurts a lot."

"Good, good! Is there anything else that is particularly odd about it? Is it heavy?" Oakley frowned. Well, wasn't it odd in general that she had armour growing on her arm?

"Uh, no, um, well, there's this gem that grows here," she put her hand on her forearm; the armour hadn't grown there, so she couldn't physically show Justin, "and there's a sensitive part on my palm. And in between the armour joints," she tapped her palm and elbow, the black skin on her palm visible. Was there anything else? "Oh, um, I think it grows not just on my arm," she could remember a little from the helicopter. The letting go, the blackness that swallowed her. "Um, when we were in the helicopter we fell out and... the armour grew all over. And then, I blacked out before we hit... um, the ground."

"Okay, good!" Justin nodded. "Now, my secret, would you like to know?" Oakley didn't mind either way. She was a little glad she had spoken about her armour without it growing in the process. "I have a sister, but she doesn't live here anymore. She's not very nice. And she did a not very nice thing to my... well, girlfriend at the time. Now my girlfriend isn't here either. And I miss them both. You know what the funny thing is though?"

"What?"

"Well, I've heard rumours about both of them and it's kind of funny, since they both seem to be in different organisations. I wish I didn't have to be against them."

"Oh."

"Anyways!" Justin clapped his hands together. "Okay, let's get on with it. From what I've kind of concluded, your power is mainly defensive. You're pretty much a tank. River told me you got pretty big when the armour was all over you. So, tanks are all about protection. A sheild. You take and deal powerful blows but I'm guessing you can't move very fast when the armour is all over. Though, you never know. Abilities work in mysterious ways." So, Oakley was a... a shield? She had to protect people? But, Oakley was small! Weak! Short! She could barely protect herself, let alone others. How was this meant to work? How could she trust her ability when all it had done was make her miserable? "So, Oakley, I want you to punch me as hard as you can."

"What?"

"Punch me!"

"I don't think... um," she looked at her right arm. Punch Justin? What would that even prove? "What happens if... um..."

"Oakley, I need you to take your best shot," Justin spread his arms out wide. "Don't even think about it. Just do it."

"But what if--"

"Oakley!" Justin shook his head. "Just do it, okay? You will never get far in life unless you take chances. Take risks! Make mistakes, okay? Besides, I have this all under control. Nothing bad is going to happen!"

"BUt..." Oakley inhaled deeply, "you don't understand! It hurts, okay? It really hurts. You can't p-promise something bad won't happen, okay? You can't promise anything. B-bad things happ-pen and p-people change," her armour started to shift upwards as that choking feeling you get before you cry struck her. The armour grew in a funny way; it was all wavy and bubbly like water. "O-o-ow. Please, m-make it stop." Justin didn't move from where he was.

"Oakley, you're doing this to yourself. You need to calm down, alright?" Justin pulled a blue crystal from around his neck. "See, you want this? Oakley, calm down, okay? I'll give it to you."

"C-calm down?" she sobbed. "I'm n-not doing this, it's th-this th-thing, okay? I never wanted this thing h-here." The armour moved faster, now reaching her mid bicep and her arm had expanded, now touching the ground. "S'il vous plaît! Faire l'arrêter!"

"Hit me Oakley!" Oakley didn't really know what she was doing, only that her legs moved and her right arm was outstretched to grab the crystal, only colliding with a desk that had somehow stretched its way from the side to in front of Oakley's arm. When it exploded from impact in front of her, she could see Justin behind it, arms moving as he manipulated the wood, particles from the explosion moving back together. Soon, wood surrounded her like a wall. Oakley was panting, her heart rate rising as she panicked; the wood was moving so fast around her, what was she supposed to do? Her armour twinged and she looked back at her arm. The armour had now started to spread across the top of her chest. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't relax like this!

"Laissez-moi sortir!" Oakley cried out. She started to feel dizzy now. "Laissez-moi sortir!"

"Oakley, you can't rely on others to do things for you," Justin said from behind the barrier, his voice muffled from the spinning wood. Claustrophobia set in and she felt the wood move in closer, even though it really just stayed where it was. She started to hyperventilate, and the armour distortedly moved down her torso, ripping her skin, twisting her bones and expanding outwards and it hurt like hell. She could just imagine what would happen if she hit the spinning wood; thousands of splinters going into her hand. Maybe it would crush her arm? How could she determine this kind of thing, especially when it felt like they were going to collide into her. THe armour moved across her torso, spreading onto her other arm, destroying her singlet top in the process. As she grew taller, spreading down her legs, she doubled over in pain. She began to think of the worst; who would she say goodbye to? She would say... sorry to her father for lying to him. Sorry to her mother for not being there. Sorry to... Michael, her brother, for missing him so much and never telling him. She would... she... who was Michael? Who... Where was she? In a classroom, wasn't it? No, wait... she was... she was...

Sorry, what was my name again?

Justin Oak - Atlantean Mansion, Boston, England

He didn't want to do this to her. It was against his nature to push people to the edge, but River had simply insisted they needed to get to the bottom of her ability. Justin did not want to hurt her and had not done so physically (except maybe for her armour), but felt as if he was inflicting some kind of mental damage to her. He cringed as she told him to stop but River's words echoed into him.

"You're a part of the Royal Family now, Justin. You need to do what needs to be done."

"What are you trying to say, River?"

"The children of the Oracle's Prophercies must be prepared the most, Justin. Oakley is yours. I need for you to push her limits. She doesn't want this but she needs to understand her importance. She needs to know her place."

But, where was the line between what was right and what needed to be done?

Justin heard a heavy thud on the ground and stopped moving his arms immediately, the wood around Oakley falling dead. But, Oakley was not the Oakley he had first trapped in his wooden cage. She had now grown at least three times her size, her entire body but her head covered in armour. And she was unconscious. Justin stepped over to her, inspecting her limp body. No, she was not dead, she was breathing. There was a small puddle of blood underneath her; the armour must have grown too quickly. Ah yes, the armour. It was all rough in texture, distorted in the way it had grown across her. What had he done to this poor girl?

"Oakley, I'm sorry, give me a second, I'll get rid of all this for you, hang on," pulled his bracelette off with his Atlantean Crystal, only to hear a large groan coming from Oakley. The stone on her arm that she had mentioned glowed blue and then, there was a snap and a helmet snatched her head away. Justin was pushed back by an arm, dropping the crystal and the suit of armour that was Oakley began to stand up, ominous by the slow speed it moved and the shape of its helmet.

"Oakley?" Justin also stood and stepped forward. The armour did nothing but stared. What was this? "Oakley, it's okay, I can fix this, just let me help, okay?" His eyes scanned quickly for his Crystal and he spotted it, a few meters from the armour. "Oakley? Are you okay?"

The armour continued to sit there, motionless. When Justin had told himself it wasn't going to do anything, he briskly walked over to his stone. He had almost reached it when he was flung back by a hand, the armour had silently and quickly sped forward and knocked him over, Justin using the wood from the desks to catch him. Then, the armour was at him, its hand pulled back to swipe him away. Justin acted quickly, pulling his arms up with the wood to protect himself then pushing his feet down, falling to the ground. The armour smashed through the thick wood as if it was twigs and Justin felt underpowered without the help of his Crystal.

"Crap!" Justin rolled away as the arm followed Justin down, breaking the wooden stairs he had quickly crafted. When it had landed, it stomped through the walls Justin had hastily forced up as he ran over to his Crystal, jumping for it. He was thrown out of the way, Justin's wood no match for this armour's sheer strength. What was this?! This couldn't be her Chaos form, could it? No, she would have to be in mortal danger for that to happen. Was this just how her ability worked?

More wood caught his fall and Justin needed to be quick; the armour was starting to slow but by the look of it, its strength had started to rise, beating through the platforms Justin had built to try and make his way over through the air.

"Mr. Oak! What's going on?" Justin looked over at the voice, only to see Kieran, one of the boys who had come over with him to pick up River and her recruits. A little of Justin was relieved but a lot of him was scared. The boy was not strong enough to help him!

"Kieran, get out! She's not herself!"

"She? Who's she? Mr. Oak, let me help!"

"It's Oakley!" Justin jumped off his platforms, gripping to a rung that stablisied the roof. The armour had crushed the last of Justin's platforms but had yet to notice Kieran. "I need the Crystal! She needs to touch the crystal!"

"Right!" Kieran ran in, spotting the Crystal immediately and making a mad dash for it. His heavy footsteps caught the armour's attention and it instantly forgot Justin, trudging its way to Kieran, its arm pulled back again for another blow. Justin took the oppourtunity and manipulated the broken wood on the ground, creating a set of steps to the ground. Kieran on the other hand, whipped off his coat and pulled his arms up, catching the armour's swing and compressing the punch. The sheer strength was enormous, this thing must have a weak spot! Wait... the palm! Kieran, with a yell, pulled his arm up and dug one side of his bone sword into the armours palm. It made a deafening roar, stepping back, left arm going limp. As blood started to gush from the wound, Kieran remebered something; that was still a person. He could not hurt her. Justin had now his hand around the Crystal and ran forward, the armour turning around at the noise. It put out the bloodied hand to grab Justin but was met with the Crystal and with a metallic groan, the armour immediately shrunk, leaving a naked Oakley unconscious on the floor. Justin sighed heavily, falling to the ground. That was the last time he was listening to River for this kind of advice.

"Oakley!" Kieran stepped over to her, hesitated a second but then immediately grabbed his coat, covering her. "Oakley, wake up!"

"Shh," Justin sighed and with his Crystal, tapped Oakley on the forehead. Her eyes snapped open though her eyes were hazy to look into. "Oakley, are you okay?"

"Oakley?" she said softly. "Oakley... that's me, isn't it?"

"Yes, Oakley," Kieran stroked her hair. "That's you."

"Oh... oh!" and as if a lightball switched on in her head, she blinked again. "Oh! Oh... oh no, what happened?"

"It's okay Oakley," Justin shook his head. She slowly sat up, cringing. The armour had obviously taken a toll on her. She was still and her hand was bleeding. They had to fix that up immediately. "I'm really sorry, it's my fault. We'll train again but next time, I'll do it slowly. Now, you need to get to the Healer."
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‘You boy, you will lose that which you hold dear.’

The words resonated within Michael’s skull, bouncing off the sides of his skull and mixing together with one another until they became nothing more than a jumbled mess of words. Now that he had left his school life behind, Michael had nothing that he held dear, not that he had someone like that in the first place. Knowing this, his first through was to distance himself from the people around him, if he never got close to anyone, then he would spare the loss that both of them would feel. But that was the problem, for some reason Michael had in his head that that which he apparently held dear was a person; the Oracle had never said that it was a person. All the different possibilities and vagueness of it troubled Michael; he would just have to be careful from now onwards.

A rapid tap of knuckles on the wooden door frame snapped Michael out of his trance like state. “Michael Cale?” spoke a deep voice in an accent that did not seem to belong in the middle of the English countryside.

“Yeah?” Michael replied sheepishly as he turned to have a look at the man who stood in the doorway, not recognising him in the first instance.

Standing at around the same height as Michael, the man seemed to be quite well built and his skin tone was darker than that which could be achieved through tanning, but lighter than people from African descent. His accent was definitely foreign, one Michael had a hard time placing, but the closest he could get to was the South Pacific. “River sent me. It’s time for your training.” He left the door way with a single wave of a hand, motioning for Michael to follow.

Quizzically, Michael follow him down the halls where he noticed most of the students looked at the man in surprise and shock, while others showed some sort of reverence. Once inside the training room come classroom, Michael finally popped the question that was on his mind; “Sorry, who are you?” he said somewhat bluntly.

A laugh escaped his throat as he leaned back on a desk, “I would have thought with the news you would know me. The name’s Blayze, Blayze Nalaar.”

Michael finally understood why everyone was so shocked; this man should have been dead! Blayze had been blown up alongside half of Berlin, the fact that he was living and breathing right now wasn’t right. “B-but you… you should be dead!”

Again, Blayze laughed, a flame sporadically appearing in his palm, “I control fire, Michael, it would take more than a simple incendiary explosion to kill me.” The flame disappeared and Blayze turned serious, “this training isn’t about me Michael, it’s about yourself. I am here to help you learn more about your ability.” From the desk, Blayze produced a simple wooden box, rattling it to show it had contents inside of it.

Michael picked up the gist of this exercise before Blayze needed to explain it. He wanted Michael to use his ability to see through the box at the contents inside. The only problem was that Michael knew it wasn’t a switch he could turn on and turn off; it seemed to come and go on its own will. “I can’t,” he replied simply.

Blayze seemed almost disappointed, “it’s not a matter of ‘can’ or ‘can’t’, but rather ‘will’ and ‘won’t’. It’s not that you can’t, because you obviously can, but that you won’t.” Michael’s ability allowed him to not just see through objects, so he could do so, but for some reason Michael was holding himself back; not allowing himself to see.

Michael turned his attention from Blazye and back to the box in Blayze’s hand. He focussed on the box, straining his eyes, trying to force himself to look into the box, but despite all the effort he put in, his eyes did not budge and the box kept its contents a secret. Sighing, he tried again, straining his eyes, yet the result was still the same, no matter how much he tried to use his, his ability didn’t want to manifest itself.

“I can’t do it!” Michael exclaimed frustrated, “Maybe I’m not the person you were meant to get, the wrong Michael, I probably don’t have an ability at all.”

“You are, we know that for certain,” Blayze furrowed his eyebrows, trying to think of a way to help, “if you weren’t who you are, if you didn’t have an ability, we would have never picked you up in the first place.” Blayze unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a rather scarred abdomen, pulling **** shirt to the left, he revealed the dark marks that stretched up the side of his body, creeping across his abdomen and back. “This is an Atlantean Tattoo, a mark that defines my heritage as Atlantean, similar to the swirl that appears on your neck Michael.”

“What if it’s just a simple tattoo that some put on my body? There is nothing about it that makes it different from any other.” Michael looked down at his feet, ”I’m not special” he thought to himself, ”I don’t have an ability, this is just stupid!” Michael was beginning to get frustrated.

“Stop being selfish Michael,” Blayze exclaimed, the temperature of the room heating up slightly as his anger increased, “you’re just being a selfish, arrogant, emotional child that no one likes. Seriously, man up and accept the fact that you are who you are!”

“If I’m all that then let me leave, let me continue on my life away from here!” He now found himself raising his voice, almost to the point of yelling.

“You are weak Michael, giving up when it gets too tough, you would never make it in this world if you couldn’t leach off of others.” Blayze was rapidly losing his temper, to him, Michael was being all that he said, and by denying his role in events to come, Blayze saw nothing but failure on his behalf; failure that would let everyone down.

“Good,” Michael exclaimed loudly, “I have nothing to lose!” The words seem to hang in the air motionless between the both of them as though they had reached a verbal stalemate.

Blayze had at first seemed shocked with Michael’s sudden outburst, but soon his facials relaxed into a look of disappointment. Michael still stood there, breathing heavily and fuming, Blayze had pushed him to his tipping point; Michael was beginning to not like him at all.

“Oakley…” both Blayze and Michael turned as the wall adjoining the next room shook as if someone had been slammed against it; the voice the unmistakeable sound of Justin’s. Blayze took this opportunity while Michael was frozen to grab the boy’s hands, binding them together in a lock around Michael’s shoulder blades. Michael squirmed and shook his body, but his strength was no match for Blayze and so he stood there helplessly.

“I have to go help her!” Michael roared as he thrashed about until Blayze grabbed a fistful of Michael’s hair and yanked his head upright so that all he could do was stare at the wall.

“Not until you use your ability, look through the wall and see your sister in trouble, see her agony, see the pain that wracks her body.” Blayze spoke into Michael’s ear as he strengthened his hold on Michael, making the boy cringe further.

There was another thud and Michael again struggled against Blayze’s grip, he already knew that he would not relinquish and that Michael could not free himself, but he needed to help Oakley, he needed to be there for her when he hadn’t been. He had ditched her and been shipped off to boarding school in England, he had left her to fend for herself in an evil world. He was the real evil person for not being there to protect her.

“Oakley!” he roared as the tears forming at the sides of his eyes now slip down his face like miniature streams. He felt the tears roll down his cheeks and watched as the fell to the wooden desk below, those sweet, red droplets of tears. ”Wait, red?” Michael was unsure as to why his tears would be red, but he didn’t have time to worry, he needed to help Oakley who was in trouble. He looked up at the wall and it slid away, out of existence like a curtain being drawn back to reveal a stage.

He could see into the classroom beyond, two figures opposite each other; one Oakley, one Justin. Justin was darting forward only to be whacked back by… an arm? Michael concentrated further and the moving shapes began to take on different colours as the world seemed to drain of its own colour. The small figure of Justin became a moving red blur, while the larger figure became blue; its centre a blazing red mass. From out of the corner of his eye he saw a red figure blur down the hallway and into the classroom where Justin and Oakley faced off. Michael watched the new figure dart forth and strike the palm of the oversized Oakley, causing the beast to scream in agony.

“Oakley!” Michael yelled again and his vision switched, the walls and floors of the building giving way like a veil until Kieran, Oakley and Justin stood in what appeared to be mid-air. He watched as Kieran and Justin yelled to each other and Justin dart forth, only to be stopped by the bloodied palm of Oakley. Within moments, the armour began to shrink back into the shy, little girl that was his sister, turning away as he realised that she was naked.

Michael stumbled backwards, unaware that Blayze had let his grip go several minutes before. He fell onto the floor, closing his eyes then opening them again to find the word as it had been. Stumbling to his feet, he jumped for the door, spinning in the corridor and into the room where Kieran stood over top of a covered Oakley. He watched as Justin brought his finger to his lips in a ‘quiet’ motion, tapping Oakley on the forehead with his crystal.

Michael’s heart fluttered as she woke up, confirming her name. He watched jealously as Kieran stroked her hair; Kieran had no right to do that after stabbing her in the palm with his blades, but also because Michael wanted to be the one who Oakley saw.

Blayze placed his hand on Michael’s shoulders, “I know how you feel, and it is always hard to see the ones we love suffer. But you can’t always be around to protect her, no matter how hard you try.” He let out a sigh, Michael wouldn’t believe him until such things happened; something unfortunate.

Michael took off down the hall, Blayze letting him go, Michael needed the time to calm down. But Michael wasn’t running away, sprinting along the hall he caught the name plate on the door he was looking for; Oakley North. Grabbing an assortment of clothes from a suitcase that had been dropped in their rooms randomly containing a selection of their clothes from their closets, he rushed back to the room she lay in, only to find that they had moved on.

“The Healer is downstairs dude, between the garage and labs.” Blayze told him.

Michael sprinted down the hall, almost out of breath but would not stop running until he had done this for her. He reached the bed she was in, placing the clothes neatly on the table bedside her bed before stopping to take in mouthfuls of air.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he cried through gasps of breath, gently rubbing her shoulder.
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"Yeah, it's alright! You're all new to this so it's natural you'll have no idea what to do," Annie said, probably trying to cheer her up. "Me and Natalia have had our abilities a little while longer because when you know of your heritage, it has the same effect as what happened a week ago. So yeah, don't compare yourself to other members at the AUP either. They've been training for some of the week," Annie nodded. "We should be there soon. Headquarters, I mean."

Helena nodded. Swell. She would be a total rookie where they were going. She was used to being a pro at her sport and in the gym. Well at least she could probably put up a good fight if that was required of her... she hadn't been as good as fleeing from Atticus as she maybe thought she would be, considering the speed and parkour skills she thought she had. Man, she really hoped she wouldn't fail these people now when they believed in her and wanted to help her and all. Nikolai returned from the kitchen just then, giving Helena a cup of water. She thankfully took it and drank it all up, wiping her lips with her sleeve afterwards. That reminded her about the wound. She hoped they would take better care of it when they reached... wherever they were going now again.

"Thanks," she remembered to mumble to Nikolai before the young man went over to Atticus to seemingly chat and drink. So he rather fancied hanging around another man than her, huh. Well, no wonder. She was probably a little sorry mess right now, hair poking out everywhere, blood stained sleeve and all. She raised an eyebrow and sighed a little, but gave Annie a little smile just in case she thought Helena wasn't happy about being there. For some reason, she didn't want to upset the woman in the wheelchair. Of course, Helena never liked to upset anyone, and it wasn't like this woman seemed frail even though she was handicapped. She just seemed like someone Helena would come to like and wanted to be on good foot with.

"Excuse me," Cooper's voice came over the speakers, "but I'll need everyone to take their seats. We're about to make our descent."

"Told you!" Annie said, strapping her own seatbelt on. Atticus followed suit and about a minute or two later, the plane dipped down. It didn't take long and the landing was very smooth, unlike most of their trip. They found themselves in a large hanger and as they could see from Natalia opening the door and folding out the small set of stairs, it was raining outside and probably getting to the point of early afternoon.

"Let's go everyone," motioning to the door as she went over to help Annie. Atticus unstrapped himself and stepped down to outside, meeting himself with a familiar face; it was none other than the leader of the Atlantean Unification Project himself.

"Atticus!" the man said, a hint of a French accent seeping through his British one. He was quite young for a leader, not much older than Natalia (probably in his very early thirties) and was very clean looking, with his small mohawk kind of hair and goatee very clean and professional looking. He was wearing a dark suit with a crisp, blue tie, glasses and a bright smile on his face. There was also another standing next to him who Atticus didn't recognise. He was too young to be a body guard. Though Atticus knew well enough that the leader did not need a bodyguard. "Ah, I'm so glad you all make it safely."

"Guys," Atticus said as Helena and Nikolai exited the plane, "this is Mr. Bernot, leader of the AUP."

"Atticus, please, you listen to Natalia too much. Ms. Andersson? Mr. Afon? I am Emil and I am very much please to make your aquaintence," the man said directly to the two newcomers in the AUP. "And this is Devon, my son," he gestured briefly to the boy standing beside him. The boy said something but Helena didn't hear what it was.

"Oh!" Mr Bernot turned to Annie, Natalia and Cooper as they also exited the plane. "We're all here. This is excellent." Everyone greeted each other like old friends of various degrees. Helena noticed how different everyone in the group was. Annie was a bright soul who was kind towards everyone, Natalia was a serious, wise woman and Cooper was... well Helena hadn't spoken to him much but he seemed to be your regular friendly guy.

"Yes, yes, excellent," Mr. Bernot clapped a hand on his son's shoulder. "Alright, so! Ms. Andersson and Mr. Afon, did you have any quick questions before we get on the way? We have a lot to cover before the day is out."

Helena threw a quick glance at Nikolai and decided that she would rather ask Annie or someone later if she could sneak out to the toilet than ask the very leader of the organisation she had just become part of. AUP. She was finally starting to remember its name.

"I'm good... I mean, I don't really have any questions. Yet. I think," she told Mr Bernot in English with an unusually heavy Swedish accent. Man, was she nervous? She had been feeling nervous at times in her life when she had to stay calm and strict in front of well educated people; she wasn't the most strict or well educated person herself so she felt a bit awkward when it came to those moments. But then again, she knew nothing of if the AUP really consisted of farmers, workers or rich lawyers... She didn't even know if the group she had seen yet was very representative or not.
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Nikolai Afon - France, AUP Headquaters

A voice broke through Nikolai's light sleep.
"Excuse me, but I'll need everyone to take their seats. We're about to make our descent." Nikolai had been leaning on his hand and had apparently dozed off at some point without meaning to. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then fastened the seat belt around his waist as he felt the plane start to move downward. He stared out through the window, seeing the clouds flash by, then exiting below to the beautiful country of France. He had been to France a couple of times with his father on business trips, and he always had remembered loving the country, everything from the culture to the people. He was honestly looking forward to spending some time in France. If only he knew the language, and that might take a little while.

The was a light thump as the plane touched down, but it was a very smooth landing. Not that Nikolai would expect anything less from Cooper. The plane rolled on the tarmac for a couple of minutes before it finally came to a slow halt. Natalia opened the door from the cockpit and moved quickly to the door, opening it and extending the stairway. As Nikolai exited the plane with the rest of the group, he saw that they had entered a hanger. Outside the hanger doors, there was a light drizzle, the sun poking slightly out of the clouds illuminating the drops as they fell. On the hanger floor they were awaited by two people, a middle aged man, wearing a suit and looking very professional, and a younger person, possibly a son?

The older man grinned as they came down the steps. "Atticus! Ah, I'm glad you made it here safely!" The man had a mixed accent, probably more British with a tinge of French mixed in. Understandable seeing as they were in France, perhaps his time in the country had mixed together his accent a bit. Once closer the man seemed more professional looking. He looked to be in his early to middle thirties, and had a goatee. Atticus introduced him as Mr. Bernot, the leader of the AUP. Mr. Bernot waved his hand saying, "
Atticus, please, you listen to Natalia too much. Ms. Andersson? Mr. Afon? I am Emil and I am very much please to make your acquaintance. And this is my son Devon." The boy mumbled something, but Nikolai couldn't quite make out what he said. He had a slightly displeased look on his face though.


"Yes, yes, excellent," Mr. Bernot clasped a hand on his son's shoulder. "Alright, so! Ms. Andersson and Mr. Afon, did you have any quick questions before we get on the way? We have a lot to cover before the day is out."

"I'm good... I mean, I don't really have any questions. Yet. I think," Helena said, her voice seeming a bit nervous, and her Swedish accent heavily accenting her words.

Nikolai cleared his throat and began," I do have one question, what now?" He shuffled his feet a bit, then went on. "What I mean to say is, what are we supposed to do now? Natalia told me a bit about what the AUP wants, but how exactly will we go about achieving that, how will we be trained to do so?"
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Adrian laughed a deep laugh, “I guess I was just making it out to be more than it was,” although he realised this, Adrian still saw it as a leap of faith, only time would tell if she had chosen the right choice for herself.

He himself had been in the same position several weeks before Erika. As was his ritual, he had been exercising at the gym, lifting weights, and working out, the general thing after having been sitting down all day at a desk job. He had just finished his routine work out when a female only a couple of years younger than himself approached him, seeming somewhat out of place with her figure amongst the body builders. At first, it had seemed like she was flirting with him, something Adrian was no stranger to, but then she started talking nonsense about Atlantis, people having special abilities and a mysterious organisation on the other half of the globe that was somehow mixed in with it all.

“You are an Atlantean, Adrian,” she had whispered in his ear, “the people I work with, they are like you. Leave this mindless existence behind and become something more than all of this.”

At first he dismissed her thoughts as if she was mad. Atlantis was nothing but a myth, an island that sank beneath the oceans long ago, there was no way he could be a part of it; he was Brazilian after all, quite a way away from where Atlantis supposedly existed. It wasn’t until that night when inexplicable pain wracked his body, and by morning two tiny appendages had grown near the bottom on his ribs. On further inspection at the doctors, an X-Ray scan showed that the bone structure of his chest and abdomen had rearranged itself to accommodate the inclusion of two new appendages; bones, and muscles as well. Suffice to say, the doctor was surprised, and started spouting nonsense about the devil, prompting Adrian’s departure.

Back at home, he marvelled in the mirror at the transformation that had taken place and then new appendages he had grown. He was surprised to find the girl waltz into the bathroom of his apartment as if she owned the place. She introduced herself as October Carter, and offered him a leap of faith further north. Within two weeks, his arms had grown to catch up with the point in time that Adrian was at; the pain being almost constant and unbearable.

Now he was doing the same thing October had done with him; recruiting.

Returning to Erika in the present he got to his feet, pulling two tickets from out of his pocket, “I have two tickets to England leaving in two hours, you won’t need to bring anything since the Syndicate can cater to your needs. Shall we hit the road?”


October Carter – Syndicate HQ, Birmingham, England



October glanced across at Leon as a smirk crept across his face making her wonder what exactly was going on inside that head if his that was so funny. Maybe she should just give him another quick jolt to make sure he knew his place, but she was sure enough that the first one had done that. So instead she waited patiently for the elevator to arrive, making sure she entered in before him so that he knew for sure she was above him. Once in, she pushed the button that would take them to the level of their quarters; taking only a few minutes to get to the level. There was an awkward silence that followed, one which October was adamant to get rid of.

Leaning in close, she came up to his face, looking in his eyes, tracing his lips with her finger and running her hands through his hair, “You’re quite cute up close, Leon,” she smiled at him showing her perfectly white teeth.

Leon gave her a quizzical look back, one minute she was making his skull shake, the next she was flirting with him, was she mad? The simple answer: yes. “I know I am,” he replied arrogantly to her; not the reply she wanted.

Offended, she took a step back, “want another?” she said raising her hand up and smiling as he flinched slightly at the gesture. October was all about control, from a young age she had been a control freak and would often get upset or take offense when things did not go the way she wanted. It didn’t help that her parents would often fold in; giving her what she wanted when she wanted, dislike confrontation with her as to avoid her pathetic outbreaks of anger.

Leon took a step back, gulping before replying; “Once is quite enough. Maybe later though.” But despite his reply, it didn’t seem like he would want that to happen again. Period.

A single ding of a bell announced their arrival to the floor, and the doors to the elevator rolled open to reveal a fairly large room. To one side was a kitchen manned by a chef and a dining table long enough to seat at least six people on either side. On the other side of the room was a coffee table surrounded by two and three people couches. Straight ahead was a door open ajar, opening up into a hallway that ran horizontally along the back wall. Further inspection would show doors lining the opposite side, opening up to living quarters.

“Welcome to home,” October stated, leaving the elevator and spreading her arms wide to convey the entire area. She was in the area for less than a minute when a ‘pop’ from behind caught her unaware. “Look what the cat dragged in,” October said, turning around to face Jeremy, and the new comer. “Oh, and we have a new recruit. I’m October Carter, and you are?”


Jeremy Kyle – Syndicate HQ, Birmingham, England



Jeremy laughed at Archie’s comment about mind control, not knowing whether to take it seriously or not. Raising his hand to scratch the back of his head, “We don’t have a mind controller, but I suppose that would work.” He replied.

“The way you speak,” Archie approached Jeremy, staring him in the eyes which only unnerved Jeremy, “it’s like you’ve been at this longer than just a few days,” Archie continued to look at Jeremy, this time watching his movements as if he was looking for some sort of sign from Jeremy, all the while getting further into Jeremy’s personal space; not that he mattered much, but he was starting to feel a little intimidated by Archie.

“Just how long have you had your ability?” Archie asked, but it seemed almost rhetorical as he returned to his seat, offhandedly saying, “Yes, I accept your offer,” to none other than Jeremy.

Immediately Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat, finally he had someone on his side, or at least someone who had accepted his offer. “I’ve had my ability for little over a year, but I’m happy that you have accepted.” He made no attempt to hide the joy in his voice.

He walked over to Archie sitting down, gripping the boys shoulder tightly, “sorry I have to do this again, but it’s time we went ‘home’,” smiling wildly at Archie before teleporting them.

They soon reappeared in a massive room, Jeremy’s grip on Archie helping him to his feet before he would crash to the floor; Jeremy preferred to teleport standing up so that he would arrive standing up. “This entire floor is ours, to our left is the living room, where we can relax and chat together, to our right is a kitchen which even has chefs to cater to our needs twenty-four seven. Ahead of us is our living quarters, if there is anything you need, there is a telephone to a reception downstairs who can go out of their way to get you almost anything.” Up until now, Jeremy had found it lonely with only Adrian and October in the complex, both had a tendency to ignore him, but with Leon and now Archie, there were more people. He hoped silently to himself that Jericho would accept the offer to.

As soon as Jeremy finished talking, the elevators behind them dinged, Jeremy turning around to see who was arriving. “Look what the cat dragged in,” October said, turning around to face Jeremy, and the new comer. “Oh, and we have a new recruit. I’m October Carter, and you are?” Jeremy immediately stiffened in the presence of October, he still hadn’t gotten over the shocks she would give him whenever she felt bored; and they were often enough, perhaps too often.

“Hello…O-october,” he muttered under his breath, bowing his head slightly in her direction, avoiding eye contact at all cost.
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Erika just sort of froze up. He wanted her to travel where now? She was concerned, to say the least. Being asked to travel across the great divide with a stranger wasn't shady at all! Honestly, had he no intention of telling her why he insisted that she leave her country? Such thoughts ran through Erika's head as she hesitated. He had even told her not to bring anything. What about things like money and reading material?? Was she expected to give up her independence? She was kind of attached to that! She wouldn't even have suspected this man was from over there either. It wasn't like she had never wanted to see Europe, but move there? Hoo boy... It seemed like a lot of work just to nah her. She supposed he didn't say she /couldn't/ take her belongings. She would just have to... advocate for herself a little bit. Bobbing her shoulder a bit as if to adjust the strap of her purse she flashed Adrian a look complete with light smile and quirked brow. When she spoke her tone was that of confidence, implying pride.

"/Well/, I guess I'll be seeing Europe a lot sooner than I planned..."

She reached out, examining the tickets briefly before plucking the one that didn't have Adrian's name on it, or one at random if neither bore it.

"But I'd like to take my personals, if you don't mind."

She made a light, vague motion to her purse as she said this. She had a couple of books inside that particularly appealed to her on what would no doubt be a loooong flight. After a moment she considered mentioning it, but decided against this. She wanted to see how Adrian reacted without her having to justify herself. Thus, she kept her mouth shut for the moment, moving to nurse her coffee, which she definitely was not allowed to take on a plane of any sort, with one hand. She would have plenty of time to ask questions later. For now she needed to deal with the task at hand. If she wasn't all too aware of her atlantian abilities and how quite some others had them as well she would be much less likely to trust someone asking her something like this. Leap of faith indeed.
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Daniel ‘The Directive’ Cain – Syndicate HQ, Birmingham, England



Daniel watched silently from cameras situated around the warehouse as the events unfolded. ON his desk lay two open folders with information on the two Jeremy had just brought in for recruitment, slowly getting frustrated as Jericho continued to deny the help they were offering. How did they even think this was going to work, what in the hell were they thinking! he thought to himself; watching Jeremy please with the new recruits.

Jeremy teleported out of the room with Archie in tow, forcing Daniel replaced their folders back into the filing cabinet before flicking of the computer screens and descending down below; having been fed up with the lack of progress. If they weren’t going to get anywhere, he needed to intervene and introduce a more ‘civilised’ way of recruitment, not this intimidation idiocy. Leaving the control room, he hurried down the stairs, pushing the door open and stepping out behind the bald man, quickly making his way into the light.

Touching him on the shoulder, Daniel used his ability to influence the man, showing him scenes that would drive people mad, but instead he clawed his own eyes out, his heart eventually giving way to the stress as his screams echoes throughout the warehouse. A single glance from Daniel at the guards told them what they needed to; so they quickly left the warehouse, not wanting to experience the same fate.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that Jericho, much less put up with his rubbish,” Daniel grabbed one of the chairs, turning it around so his arms leaned on the back of it. He took of his glasses, revealing his hazel eyes so that he could better look Jericho in the eye. “My name is Daniel more commonly known as the Directive here at the Syndicate, and I have a proposal for you.”

Around them, the scene shifted from the derelict warehouse to Jericho’s home on the Air force base which Daniel had pulled from Jericho’s memory. “You have a choice to make. Say the word and we will send you home in an instant. You can walk away now, back to your normal life, mundane activities, and continue on as you would, or you can join us and we’ll show you how to become much more, how you can do much more.” The scene around them shifted again showing a slightly older Jericho with control over his abilities, a Jericho achieving so much, going so many places and doing so much.

The scene faded from existence back to the darkness of the warehouse lit only by their small island of light. “So, do you still wish to say no to our proposal?” his eyebrows rising slightly with the question.
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Nikolai cleared his throat and began," I do have one question, what now? What I mean to say is, what are we supposed to do now? Natalia told me a bit about what the AUP wants, but how exactly will we go about achieving that, how will we be trained to do so?"

Helena leaned her head a little to the side, without thinking about it. That was the kind of question she didn't dare to answer, but wanted to know the answer to. Good thing Nikolai was a bit more serious than she was. Perhaps she would dare to say something after all.

"I do have one question too," she admitted some seconds after Nikolai's. "But maybe you don't have to answer it here and now... why did you form the AUP, sir?"

She added the "sir" at the end because she had always seen people doing that in american movies and on TV, though Swedes never added titles like that. Then she realized that they weren't exactly in America now but hoped that he wouldn't mind anyways. She didn't like feeling so lost and confused as she still did. She was usually a relaxed and friendly person.
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Adeline "Otto" Russo - Under the Vatican, Rome, Italy

"Superb!!" The Librarian clapped his hands together. "Please, Alex, Cira, follow me to my dining room!"

He led the way, Adeline following behind rather stiffly (she already knew the way and was rather tired; she honestly wanted to be in her own room at the moment, left to herself. Alas, the Librarian was her teacher and her guardian so she respected him enough to not be rude to his 'guests') into a beautiful kitchen and dining room combo, silky oak tables lined with frilly clothes and at the moment, covered in an assortment of sweets and finger food, the centre being the tarte tatin the Librarian had spoken of. She sat at the table, knowing the guests would also be invited to.

"Please, sit!" She called it. "Eat what you wish, I made it all myself while waiting for dearest Adeline here. It's all delicious, I assure you."

The Librarian also sat at the table, the traditional end seat where the host would position themselves so they could see the entire table. The table itself wasn't enormous (four seats were currently around the table; one at the end for the Librarian, one on the left hand side for her and two on the left for the father and son) and everything was positioned comnforably so that they could all speak at a comfortable level. Adeline had slowly started to nibble on a scone as the Librarian separated the tart into generous sizes, dishing Cira and Alex the biggest pieces then giving himself the next biggest. He placed a dab of cream on the tart and began eating polietly with his fork, not even spilling a crum.

"Now," the Librarian started, making sure to talk while not eating, "I understand you may be a little confused on the current situation. Let me clear things up if Adeline had not made them clear enough. Oh, sorry," as she glanced at him. "Otto, sorry. Your nickname sounds far less sophisticated than your real name. Her nickname has a rather interesting origin, might I say," The Librarian turned back to the father and son. "You see, Adeline's ability is a facinating one. Spiderweb from her fingertips! Facinating, yes? Well, Adeline is also native to this country and if you don't know Italian, Otto is eight in Italian! Do you see it? A spider? Eight legs?" He laughed and shook his head. "It's one of those online aliases too. Very clever indeed."

"Sir," Adeline said, raising her eyes up from her scone.

"Yes, yes, indeed. Sorry, I tend to get side-tracked," he laughed again. "Now, yes, my life's work is the history and abilities of Atlantis and its people. Why do we have abilities? Why are we much stronger than your average mortal? It's all a mystery! But with every person I meet and adds to my research, I get closer and closer to these answers. What I need from you two is a small donation and with that, I get closer and closer. I'm closing in on these answers and with two from the same family with such different abilties, it could just answer so many question!"

Devon "Evo" Bernot - AUP Headquarters, France

"Ah, two good questions!" Emil slapped a hand on Evo's shoulder again. "First off, Mr. Afon, we will head off to dinner, show you where you'll be sleeping for now then you two will go off to do a bit of training. Tomorrow will be far more eventful, I promise. And Ms. Andersson," he smiled at her. "That conversation is far more appropriate over a hot meal. But, no need to be so serious, Ms. Andersson! You may call me Emil! Now, let's be off! I've had dinner prepared in my office. Come now!"

Emil turned Evo around, his hand still gripped to his shoulder. He led the way, Natalia behind them followed by Atticus and Annie, being pushed along by Annie. The hanger led to a door, which opened up to a long hallway. They didn't walk far along it, stopping at a set of elevators. When Evo's father pushed the button, the doors to the elevator opened instantly, already on the hanger floor from the ride down. Evo pulled out of his father's grip as he stepped into the back of the elevator, hiding from everyone else. He didn't want to come down here, he would have rathered stayed in his room and played games or kept reading or whatever he was doing. But no, his dad insisted on taking him down to 'meet his guests'. Like Evo had met enough people; his father had dragged him everytime anyone dropped in to say hi, or any recruit or whatever. Evo hadn't bothered remembering names anymore, there was no point.

They were led to a modernly decorated floor, the one where Evo and his father lived at this present time. He called the entire floor 'his office' but really, it was a temporary home. It was one of the highest floors and the windows were all uncurtained and unblinded, revealing the city below. Evo never really liked looking out the windows, it just reminded him how far away from home they were.

"Here, see?" Emil gestured at a glass table which already had food set upon it. Roast chicken, potatoes, the kind of dinnertime food. It didn't appeal to Evo the slightest. As everyone began to sit at the table, Evo stepped back away from it.

"Excuse me, I'm going to my room," Evo said, skulking off down a hallway before his father could object.
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Jericho Heiko: Without Jeremy in a Nondescript Building (Location Unknown)

That Stevens kid or whoever did this little display thing that Jeri didn't care to play back to the world. Basically it was a load of sh*t he could have told him as soon as he started talking to Jeremy. But whatever. Let people have their little moment on top. Jeri was unimpressed, but Stevens had said yes as the eventual result of some rational system that Jeri could quite place. Jeremy got up then and went to the Steven kid. He muttered a couple words and then boom! He was gone, just like that. Jeri rose from his seat immediately. "What!?" He exclaimed, clearly being left. Okay, f*ck you, Jeremy!

Out of all the places that *sshole could have left him, it had to be here!? With this douchebag? He was tired of this. All this... Poofing around. That sh*t had to stop. It was much too abrupt and was almost impossible to have tag-along. Soon he heard a door, back in the darkness behind the bald guy, open. He looked in that direction, wondering what clown they were going to send out now. Possibly a nicer advertiser. That's what his hopes were, though he'd rather have a taxi driver and cab. It could also be another guy here to lay on some more "incentive". Truth be told, it was another guy. He moved out of the shadows. He was fairly well suited and had that air of importance around him. Just a glance made it obvious that he was higher ranking than baldy. He also had a pair of sunglasses, giving him the look of cool and power. Jeri almost immediately decided that he'd rather talk to this guy who seemed like he knew what he was doing, rather than short and frustrated. Well... That was until... Until...

It seemed so casual, innocent. A hand on the shoulder, nothing big. But it was... Somehow it was. It was immediate almost, but not fast enough. There was this look that came across the bald guy's face. A look that seemed to come in slow motion, probably because it just wasn't... Right. An intense fear of... Of something Jeri couldn't see. The suited man wasn't looking at him anymore. He was looking at something else. Then it happened, he started screaming. Not a normal scream, one that... that... The suited man brought his hands to his eyes and started scratching at his face. Or that's what it looked like to Jeri before the blood from cuts and eventually tears started showing up. This wasn't a careless scratch, this was desperate clawing. Jeri's eyes were wide as he watched this man literally rip his own eyes out. Not a clean grab and a quick pull, no... He got it bit by bit, scraping it away from his face, out of their sockets. Jericho took a step back, horrified but unable to remove his eyes. He wanted to run, turn around and get out of this place, but his legs wouldn't move and mind was frozen. This scene was all that could process for him. The screams escalated, getting more horrible by the second. It was very well possible others could hear this too. It was terrifying to see, horrible to look at. Why was he looking? Jeri managed to turn his head away, shut his eyes tight. He still saw the image, though, just as clearly as he heard the screams. He could still see it going just as it would have if he'd continued to watch. Eventually, but too long, the screams stopped and the noises of that... that ripping was finished. Jeri opened his eyes; he told himself not to look. He didn't want to see the finished product. He could see the elbow of the man at the corner of his eyes. That odd curiosity when fear was present took over. He looked, despite himself.

What he saw... The man was dead, his fingers still clinging to his face which still looked horror stricken. It was almost as if his body was still going through the pain his soul wasn't. His eyes, they were there still, just not in the right place. The blood had poured down his cheeks, his neck, onto his clothes and the rest it... It was like he'd actually cried out his own eyes and felt the pain too. There was a silence, but it was broken by a voice. One so calm, so... At peace... So undisturbed by this sight that it could have been scarier than what has just transpired.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that, Jericho, much less put up with this rubbish," the voice echoed, and as it did, Jeri turned his head to its owner. It was that guy, the important looking guy that had come in. The one who'd... Who'd... Jeri had forgotten he was there, completely forgotten. Now that he knew, he wished he'd forget again. He had taken off his sunglasses and now looked Jericho in the eye. He didn't notice until now, but he was shaking. Bad. The man continued to speak, introducing himself as Daniel, or alternatively, the Directive. Jeri didn't quite have the mind to comment or ask about his ownership of a seemingly baseless nickname. He'd said he'd have a proposal, and with his words, the scene miraculously changed. The warehouse image began to shift and Jeri immediately thought he was going to show him whatever had made the man kill himself. Jeri closed his eyes, forcing himself not to look, hoping not to hear whatever he was about to be shown. Nothing happened, however. He opened one eye and then the other. Nothing was wrong. He was... Suddenly back home! He could see it, the base. Feel it just as he might have if he were there. Was he there? He couldn't tell. But he figured out soon when Daniel--the Directive?--started talking to him again. He frowned, sadness overcoming his previous fear which had been miraculously erased by this scene here. He regretted leaving now. His parents, his sister, his friends. He could have just gone to the paintball game... They must have been pissed. He wondered if they'd see them again. If he'd ever get to go back or if he'd be killed like... Like... He tossed the thought out of his head, focusing on just this scene. He liked this. A small smile came to him. He'd stopped paying attention to whatever the guy was saying. He wanted to stay in this. That, however, went away to something new. As it did, Jericho became aware of the man's words. Become much more, do much more.

The scene changed to just him, looking older. He didn't look that way from physical change, but from the look in his eye, like he'd been places, done things. Like he was experienced in something. Jeri could feel it too, but on himself somehow. He could feel it in his arms, like this tingle that didn't stop. This odd feeling of stored power... Power he knew how to control. In his mind he knew what he had done. The other him, the one he was seeing now. He had the memories of being places, accomplishing things he could only do with his power. A smile came to him and he looked down, down at his hands. He could feel it there too, like it was ready to come out, aching to, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it. He could let it out or keep it there to grow, to get... Stronger.

That image, too, began to fade away and with it the feelings, the memory, the power. It was gone away from him. He tried to remember it, imagine it with all the strength of his mind, but he could never grasp it. Just a familiar spark that quickly died and was obtained in a weaker amount. His smile faded and he stared at his now powerless hands. He was nothing. He was normal. Had the power even been there? Had it even existed? It did... He knew it did. He'd used it before. Jeri wanted to feel like that. Feel like he was really somebody again. Someone who could defend themself. A possible threat. It felt good, it felt great! Knowing he could do something, master something others couldn't even dream about. He wanted this, he wanted this now. His mind, his body, they were all screaming yes.

"So, do you still wish to say no to our proposal?" Jericho looked up from his hands, ready to tell him the affirmative. It was the remembrance of the body that stopped him. It was still there and he looked at it now. Immediately he remembered what had happened and that fear rose up within him, mixing oddly with that greedy need he'd just been feeling before. The thought came to him, eerily calm in his head. How far would he let that power go? Would he do the same things to people that this man had just done? The biggest question... Would he do it voluntarily? Would he do it and not even notice, not even be phased by it? Do it and still be able to sit in a chair and talk to a stranger as if nothing had occurred? What will happen to me here? The thought lingered in his mind and his eyes went to the man who'd shown him both terror and promise.

Now his mind was silent. It gave no "Yes" or "No". His body was still in agreement, but less adamant. He had to make a decision now. He couldn't stay silent forever. He looked at the body once more and then back again. Jeri nodded his head slowly, as if he had just come out of something. A dream.

"Yes," he said in a low voice, and then more loudly he repeated it. "Yes." He'd come. He'd join them. Jeri dropped his hands, looked at the ground, the walls of the warehouse, and then back at... At... He wasn't quite sure what eh was supposed to call him. Jericho smiled meekly. "Do I call you Daniel or Directive?"
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Archie Stevens – Location Unknown



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We don’t have a mind controller, but I suppose that would work." Jeremy replied after briefly laughing at Archie's comment.

Archie's intimidation trick worked, Jeremy seemed disturbed by it. He noticed the guy's reaction of joy as he accepted the offer, apparently you don't have to be able to lie when you can just teleport anywhere you want.

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I’ve had my ability for little over a year, but I’m happy that you have accepted." Jeremy said approaching Archie and sat down next to him. He grabbed a hold of Archie's shoulder and a feeling of dread filled the pit of Archie's stomach. His face paled and the expectation of what was about to happen and one hand floundered about to grab hold of his guitar case before they disappeared into oblivion. "sorry I have to do this again, but it’s time we went ‘home’,"

"
Not again you BAS..." Archie didn't get to finish his shout as a now familiar wrenching sensation pulled him from reality. The journey this time was much less traumatic or at least it seemed way. At first he panicked like last time, but he quickly calmed himself and was almost enjoying the trip by the time it ended. Almost, because it is difficult to like something so unnatural happening to the body as being de-atomized, moved and then re-assembled at the other end or how ever it was that Jeremy's power worked. As he reappeared a shiver ran down Archie's spine, maybe he could get used to being in transit but the starting and stopping was something he would never get used to. He turned and was about to give Jeremy a punch in the arm for his surprise but seeing that the guy looked weak he decided against it. Presumably teleporting took energy from Jeremy's body, which wasn't surprising as if it wasn't the case you could build a perpetual motion device with it.

"
Do you think I could have a little more warning next time." Going along the same lines of thought, Archie wondered which laws of physics held still, which could be bent and which could be broken. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he hadn't taken in his surroundings.

"
This entire floor is ours, to our left is the living room, where we can relax and chat together, to our right is a kitchen which even has chefs to cater to our needs twenty-four seven. Ahead of us is our living quarters, if there is anything you need, there is a telephone to a reception downstairs who can go out of their way to get you almost anything." Archie looked around taking in the massive room, there was a dining table with twelve seats round it on one side and a team of chefs in the kitchen. A coffee table sat on the other side of the room surrounded by settees.

"
Nice place you've got here, I assume it isn't just the two of use." Archie said gesturing to the table with twelve seats. "Because... That would be a little weird." He finished with a laugh.

A small chime sounded behind them and Archie turned to see the source of the noise. An elevator had just arrived.

"
Look what the cat dragged in," A very attractive woman, a few years older than Archie, said as she entered the room. She was followed by a guy around Archie's age. "Oh, and we have a new recruit. I’m October Carter, and you are?" Jeremy seemed tense, one of the two was worrying him but which one. He would have to ask about the situation later when they weren't here.

"Hello…O-october," Jeremy muttered, under his breath and looking down to the floor. Presumably it was the woman, October but she didn't look dangerous. Not that it meant much nowadays anyway, the sweetest girl in the world could gave the power to transform into a fire-breathing killing machine and you wouldn't know a thing until you were a pile of burnt ashes on the floor.


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Hi, I'm Archie. Nice to meet you October." Archie said being as polite as he could be, which wasn't very polite. He decided that maybe getting out of the way would be the best option here. He could talk to Jeremy, learn what was what and who to avoid. And. Not end up a pile of cinders barely big enough to fit in a matchbox. "If you don't mind I'd like to go use the phone there's some stuff I need to take care of now I'm throwing away my chemistry degree." He smiled, no one stop me, just point me to the phone you mentioned and let me walk away, he though hoping that he could just escape this awkward situation.

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Cobalt Chimura – New York, America



Cobalt was on the verge of answering Brian back when a silver car pulled up beside them, the driver coming into a stop before exiting the vehicle and addressing Cobalt, “Mr. Chimura, I brought the car round for you, is there anything else?”

Shaking his head in reply, “thank you,” was his only reply as he opened the back seat door for Brian, motioning for the boy to have a seat inside. Shutting the door once Brian was safely seated inside, Cobalt walked around and jumped in the other side next to Brian to continue on their conversation. Within a minute they were on their way.

“Sorry for the interruption Brian,” Cobalt began, “but in answer to your question: I honestly don’t know. Shakespeare describes it; All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts…” Cobalt was trying his best, but with the Oracle’s bizarre and quite vague predictions, he was finding it difficult to talk with Brian despite his own reservation and lack of social skills…..

“As I was saying, even though your ability may seem small, you have the chance to achieve a lot with it. Who knows, you could end up being the person who could change the fate of the world, only time would tell.” As the car sped on through the city, weaving through traffic, Cobalt realised he had forgotten to mention one important thing.
“Brian, no matter what happens; your name was taken from a list of names of people who could shape the future of the world. We, the Atlantean Royal Family have a place located in England, where we offer support to those who need it. There is a plane leaving in two hours, two tickets with either of our names on it. If you want, my chauffeur here would be all too happy to drop you home, however, if you come with us, we can help you to control your powers and become stronger; how to achieve your fate. I know this is a lot to take in, but what is your verdict?”
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Oakley North - Atlantean Mansion, Boston, England

I'm sorry I wasn't there!"

"M-michael?" Oakley stuttered, sitting up in her bed. Her hand had been bandaged thanks to a Healer and they had managed to stop the bleeding but apparently needed to change the wraps every few hours or something because the injury was because of an Atlantean power or something or other, Oakley didn't really understand. But what she understood less was the sudden appearance of her brother. Why was he here? Why had he brought her clothes (actually, she appreciated this a little. Currently, she had spend the last half hour sitting in nothing but a long nighty)? Now would have been the time when she started to freak out about her armour but she clutched Justin's Atlantean Crystal in her right hand tightly; he had let her borrow it for just a little while. "Michael it's... um... Michael I'm sorry for not-"

"Hello?" Kieran stepped in from around a curtain, an annoyed curve in his eyebrow.

"Oh, Kieran... Um, this is my brother, Michael," she looked up at her sibling.

"I got that, but what are you doing here?" his face didn't uncrease. Oakley began to feel uneasy. Why was he being like this? When Oakley had first met Kieran, he had been polite and nice. Now, he was being rude. "You're meant to be resting."

"Yes, but..." she looked at her left hand, the one that had been cut. She wasn't even sure what had happened, she couldn't remember a thing after the wood was spiraling around her.

"The Healers said it would heal slowly because I cut you. I'm sorry for that, it was an accident. You fell on me by accident. But the Healers said it would heal quicker if you slept," Kieran frowned at both Oakley and Michael. Oakley was still confused. "Mr. Oak said it would be best if you had no visitors for now."

"But..."

"What's going on?" Mr. Oak entered the same way Kieran had, poking his head around Kieran. He spotted Michael and smiled. "Oh! Are you Oakley's brother? News travels fast!" Justin sighed, scratching his head. "Oakley, you can hang on to my Crystal for the rest of the night but I will need it back before bedtime, okay? The Healers said that it would help speed up the process so you can leave whenever, they said. I'll see you all at dinner." And with a flick of the curtain, Justin left the three as quickly as he joined them. Oakley was still quite confused with this all so she just stayed silent.
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Michael Cale – Atleantean Mansion, Boston, England



"Michael it's... um... Michael I'm sorry for not-" was all that Oakley could muster before Kieran waltzed through the curtain, seeming annoyed at Michael’s presence there. “"Oh, Kieran... Um, this is my brother, Michael," she looked up at Michael and he smiled back her, albeit it was only brief.

“I got that, but what are you doing here?” Kieran continued to scowl at Michael. Who did he think he was? Oakley was his sister; the same blood that ran through his veins ran through her, who did Kieran think he was to interrogate Michael? “You’re meant to be resting,” he directed the last bit at Oakley.

“Yes, but…” Oakley looked at her left hand, allowing Michael a brief look at the rather large bandage that wrapped around it. His memory flashed back to when he was watching them settle Oakley, Kieran running into the room, his arms coming up to block, Oakley screaming in pain…

"The Healers said it would heal slowly because I cut you. I'm sorry for that, it was an accident. You fell on me by accident. But the Healers said it would heal quicker if you slept," Kieran frowned at both Oakley and Michael, but when Michael caught his eye, it all fell into place. "Mr. Oak said it would be best if you had no visitors for now."

What's going on?" Mr. Oak entered the same way Kieran had, poking his head around Kieran. He spotted Michael and smiled. "Oh! Are you Oakley's brother? News travels fast!" Justin sighed, scratching his head. "Oakley, you can hang on to my Crystal for the rest of the night but I will need it back before bedtime, okay? The Healers said that it would help speed up the process so you can leave whenever, they said. I'll see you all at dinner." And with a flick of the curtain, Justin left the three as quickly as he joined them.

With Mr. Oak gone, Michael turned towards Kieran, sprinting towards him, arms outstretched. Kieran was caught unaware as Michael wrapped his hands around Kieran’s neck; his motion propelling them through the curtain and up against the wall. “How dare you lie, how dare you think you are more important than me, I saw you, I saw you stab her with your swords!”

Kieran brought his arms in, manoeuvring his right so that the blade stood against Michael’s chest in the general direction of his heart while the other gripped Michael’s shoulder, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, she fell on me by accident. If it is anyone’s fault, it was mine for being there.”

Michael felt the hot tears begin to well up at the edges of his eyes, he was useless, and he couldn’t do anything. He had not proof whatsoever. He let go of Kieran’s throat and in response Kieran lowered his arms. “I’m sorry Oakley,” he sobbed before bolting out of the hospital and out into the dusk; people now returning inside to eat. He ran for several meters across the open field before collapsing somewhere near the outer fringe in a ball, sobbing quietly to himself.


Thalia Windspeaker – Atlantean Mansion, Boston, England



Thalia looked up into the sky, noticing the sun had set quite a bit during their training session and some of the other students were slowly moving towards the mansion in an effort to eat dinner. “That was good training Christian, it’s time we went inside for some food, you must be quite hungry after that intense training.” Thalia smiled up at him from those big circle glasses, rubbing her stomach.

The two wandered inside amongst the other students, Thalia felt someone brush past her and turned to see one of the students run out towards the field. She took a moment to puzzle at this until she caught Blayze’s eye, nodding silently in agreement to him. They were almost inside when a girl ran out of nowhere, catching Christian around the waist in a hug before letting go.

“Hey Christian, how was your training?” asked Antonia, he hair slightly dishevelled, “I learnt so much in mine, these abilities we have are incredible!” She grabbed his hand absent-minded, walking with him inside.

“I shall leave you two to it then,” Thalia grinned a wide grin at Christian before departing to the dining hall.

Antonia watched quizzically as the seemingly maniac woman left the two, only once she had left id she realised she was holding his hand. Quickly letting go out of embarrassment, she walked with him into the dining hall, walking up to the table laden with food, grabbing a plate and chose an assortment of worldly foods to put on her plate. Once they both had food on their plate, Antonia wove through the crowd until she found a small table that would seat a maximum of six, waving at Christian to join her. “So, tell me more about yourself, Christian.” She said once he had taken a seat.
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"N-no! St-stop!!" Oakley sat up to try and interject but her words went unheard. She would have tried to step between the two but one; she barely knew Kieran (she barely knew Michael either but that wasn't quite the point) and what kind of person he was. He had been kind to her so far but everyone had a different side to them, similar to the one Kieran had been showing now. And before she knew it, Michael was apologising and leaving. What? But he just got here! And with Mr. Oak's Crystal, she could talk to Michael without anything bad happening.

Kieran sighed, "How could he call me a liar? Well, he's gone now. At least he won't bother us for now." Oakley looked up at Kieran, frowning. She had no idea who to believe. Kieran had apparently been there with Mr. Oak and as far as she knew, Michael hadn't. Had he? If he wasn't, how could he have seen? It wasn't making a whole lot of sense. "Okay, well, should we go to dinner? What do you want to do?"

"Je veux parler à Michael."

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I want to talk to Michael!" she said, taking the clothes Michael had brought her and waved Kieran off so she could get changed. He didn't move.

"I don't think you should, Oakley. He seems to be confused right now. You might see him tomorrow."

"S'il vous plaît de sortir, please get out," Oakley hushed Kieran out. He hesitantly complied and shut the curtains behind him. Oakley quickly changed and was quite thankful for the clothes; he had even brought her underwear. The sweater was cosy and her long pants comfortable. She felt at ease again physically, but things were still bugging her mentally. "Okay."

Kieran opened the curtain and led Oakley out of the First Aid Ward, trying to memorise the route in case she was every down here again. Down a hallway, up a set of stairs, through a door, a left, a right, soon she was too confused to really tell. But, they made it to the dinner hall regardless. There were way more people here than breakfast, people younger than her, older than her huddled around tables exchanging conversation over delicious looking food. Maybe there was a chef here whose ability could make any meal taste amazing. That was a far better ability than Oakley's.

She didn't recognise any faces but Kieran seemed to.

"Isn't that one of the guys you came down with? Let's join them!" Kieran pointed into the crowd and Oakley saw that smoke guy who had put smoke in her face. What was his name? Chris? Carter? Carly? Oh, wait, Christian. Right. Kieran led them over and let Oakley sit next to Christian, sitting on the other side of her. "Hello guys, how did training go?"

Oakley felt instantly uneasy, clutching the Crystal tighter. She was sure that if Kieran asked that question, she would get the same from any of the other two.
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Leon backed away as October lifted her hand, prepared to unleash her ability on him once more. He had just gone through a rigorous day of training, dishing out everything he could, and he really didn't have the energy to mess with her, especially given her ability. “Want another?” she asked. Leon recalled the pain that traveled into his skull when she first touched him earlier. He was in no condition and no mood to feel another one. Besides, it wasn't like there was anywhere here he could escape to, in this small elevator. With a gulp he spoke, trying not to sound frightened, and keep his overconfident, calm demeanor. "Once is quite enough. Maybe later though." A hint of sarcasm escaped his voice as he said so, but he hoped it wouldn't be noticed. The ding of the elevator sounded, and Leon stepped out after October.

October extended her arms. "Welcome home." She said. Leon got a good look at the place. He nodded briefly to himself. If this was to be his living arrangements, they were met with approval from Leon, who hadn't spent a lot of his life in the most luxurious places since his departure from his parent's home so long ago. A loud but familiar pop resonated through the room as Jeremy entered, followed by another person. Leon gave Jeremy a dismissive stare, before turning his eyes to the newcomer. He heard October speak to him, and watched as he introduced himself back. Archie, he said. While they exchanged greetings, Leon silently studied the newcomer. He was pale, an very thin, very thin. He looked like he was starved. His hair was a medium-length black, swept over to his right side, partially covering his green eye. The hair itself has a streak of blue through it as well. Leon raised an eyebrow as he looked the man over. In Italy, one would make an opinion about you based on your appearance in the first ten seconds you meet. But Leon had doubts about appearances in the past upon meeting people. Usually, there was more under the hood, so to speak. Archie apparently wanted to make a phone call, to get out of way, probably feeling a bit uncomfortable around new faces, especially knowing they were probably Atlantean. Leon didn't quite want to let him go that easily, for two reasons reasons: One, he wanted to know more of what this person was like, and two, quite frankly, he liked messing with people.

"Well, hold on a minute." Leon said, stepping forward with a mischievous grin on his face. "I don't think we're quite done here. Since you're going to be here for the rest of your life, you may as well learn a few things. You may call me Leon, by the way. First of all, what is your power? What can you do?" Leon's grin dropped as he eyed Archie, examining his clothing and hair choice. "Also, what the hell is up with your hair? And why are you so damn skinny?" Leon gave a look to Jeremy. "Honestly, did you pluck him off the street or something? It looks like he hasn't eaten in days, and he's about ready to collapse any moment! I thought I joined your organization for your power, not your....this." He said, motioning to all of Archie with his hand.

Leon looked back at Archie, wondering what sort of reply he was going to get. Was he going to erupt in anger? Was he going to run away crying? Was going to blow him off as if nothing happened, or perhaps ignore him? There were so many things that could be done. Leon wondered who Archie really was.
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Just as Helena had guessed, her question had been a bit too big for this moment. She didn't ponder it, instead she let the people lead her out of the hangar into a long hallway. Seemed like the hangar was part of the same building as the rest of the headquarters. Pretty cool. For a brief moment, her mind wondered what the roof of such a building would look like; maybe it would give a great, thrilling view and fun places to parkour at.

They stepped into an elevator to reach another floor. They all seemed to fit well into the large elevator cabin. Helena stood right next to Nikolai. While they were waiting, she took her time to glance at him a bit more carefully. She had still been too confused onboard the airplane to think about who he could be. He looked quite regular, to her. His clothing was nothing you'd think twice about and his face just barely suggested that he was Russian or something. He was a lot taller than her - but then again, most people were. His jet black hair was groomed into spikes, something she couldn't help finding a bit funny. Maybe they could be friends, unless he was a really annoying or macho type. She hadn't gotten that impression so far.

Something else she couldn't help noticing when they went out from the elevator, was that boy that had stood behind Emil when they arrived. His son, was it? He clearly didn't want to be where he was right now. Poor thing, Helena thought and almost thought about making a bad joke or something to cheer the guy up when they walked through a decorated floor towards a large glass table. But she didn't.

"Here, see?" Emil gestured at the table which already had food set upon it. Lots of delicious looking food. Helena heard her own stomach grumble loudly as she looked at the dinner, and realized that it had been quite a while since she ate those burgers with Atticus.

"Excuse me, I'm going to my room," Emil's son said, skulking off down a hallway.

Wonder why he's like that... Helena thought before starting to take off her jacket. She never ate indoors with her outdoor clothing on, naturally. When she pulled her left arm out though, it hurt. She was instantly reminded of the hastily put together bandage around her arm and the big rip in he favorite jacket. Carefully, but with a malcontent face, she finished taking off the jacket and looked at the thing on her arm. The blood hadn't reached through the bandaging, thankfully. That must mean it wasn't a serious wound. It didn't hurt much anymore unless she touched it, either. But...

"Annie," she said, approaching the girl in the wheelchair, partly because she was standing closest to her, partly because she didn't really know who to approach and Annie seemed nice. "My wound... it's nothing serious, I think. But it would be nice to clean it after we've had dinner at least. Also... do you know where the toilets are here? It's like, I need one." She couldn't find any more elegant way to say that in English. She cursed herself for not having read more English books or paid more attention in school. Hopefully she was doing ok on the English front though.
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"Well, hold on a minute." The guy who's name Archie didn't know yet said. He stepped forwards with a mischievous grin that some how suited the messed up look of his short, untidy, black hair. "I don't think we're quite done here. Since you're going to be here for the rest of your life, you may as well learn a few things. You may call me Leon, by the way. First of all, what is your power? What can you do?" The guy stopped grinning. "Also, what the hell is up with your hair? And why are you so damn skinny?" Looking to Jeremy Leon said. "Honestly, did you pluck him off the street or something? It looks like he hasn't eaten in days, and he's about ready to collapse any moment! I thought I joined your organization for your power, not your....this."

This guys talks like he owns the place but Jeremy hadn't even greeted the guy, October was his main concern. Let's see just how much these guys know about me Archie decided. Did they know what his power was or how quickly he could use it?

“Hi, Leon.” Archie said with a smile on his face, “Let me show you what I can do.” He turned around and walked over to the kitchen, weaving his way around the chef. He knelt down next to one of the cupboards and opened it. Making sure that he had his back to the others he focused on a tin of baked beans and began to cut through the metal round the rim where it was exposed. Cutting most of the way round he left two sections opposite each other to keep the lid held on. It only too a couple of seconds, after which time he picked up the tin, pretending that he had only just managed to find it.

“There we are.” Archie said producing the tin with the lid still barely attached to the tin, in such a way that it looked like he had done nothing at all. He grabbed a bowl and held the tin over it, then he turned the tin upside down and with one slight use of his power cut through one of the sections and the lid fell off. The weight of the beans pulled the lid off the can giving the illusion that he had cut it much faster than he was actually able to. Really it was a mute point but it made his power seem more impressive. “I can cut objects just by looking at them.” He left out the bit that he could only effect metal, Leo didn't need to know that, besides it would be funny to make him think otherwise. As Archie said this he stared Leon in the eyes. Then he turned away and put the beans in the microwave. Grabbing a spoon, he continued. “As for my hair and clothes, I don't think it is any of your business. I've only just got here and haven't had chance to change yet. In fact, half an hour ago I was in Sheffield. That was until Jeremy abducted me.” He turned to Jeremy, “Leon raises a good point, why did you recruit me?” Just then the microwave pinged, Archie took the bowl of beans out and began eating. After his second heaped spoonful he stopped eating. “Anyone want some?” He asked honestly.
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Daniel merely nodded at Jericho as he agreed to join them, but this was worth much more than a head tilt, he was glad to have someone like Jericho on his team. “You will have to refer to me as ‘Directive’ around here, just as a formality.” He really did not like being called the ‘Directive’, he was happy being called by his own name, but the Boss had insisted he take up the name. Daniel feared the possibility of repercussions.

“Now if you would like to come with me, then we can meet the others,” Daniel stood up from his chair, directing Jericho to follow him to the door her had come through before. It opened up into a hallway, stairs on one side leading up to the control room while closed doors held supplies and other surprises. Right at the end was a single elevator, Daniel pushing the button to wait patiently for it to arrive.

“So, Jericho, do you have a preferred name?” The elevator arrived within a couple of minutes and the two entered, Daniel pushing one of the buttons that would take them up to the living quarters. Once Jericho had replied, he smiled, “Jeri, huh? Interesting name.”

It didn’t take too long before the doors rolled open to reveal the lavish floor where they all lived. Stepping out, Daniel began explaining about the layout, “bedrooms through the opposite door along the hall, lounge area to your left and kitchen to your right-“ as Daniel motioned to the Kitchen, he noticed the four figures standing around. Clearing his throat, “Jericho, I believe you have met Jeremy and Archie here, the female is October and the other man over there is Leon. October and Leon, this is Jericho, sorry Jerri.”


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October nodded as Archie introduced herself, feeling disappointed that she was still going to be surrounded by boys, this kid looking like a scrawny emo. “Nice to meet you, Archie,” she gave a small tip of her head as a gesture of kindness, despite her dislike of the way he presented himself. She saw Jeremy was about to speak, no doubt to give Archie directions to his room where the phone would be, but Leon interjected before Jeremy could even open his mouth.
"I don't think we're quite done here. Since you're going to be here for the rest of your life, you may as well learn a few things. You may call me Leon, by the way. First of all, what is your power? What can you do?" Leon turned from Jeremy and began interrogating Archie, moving on to his dress sense. "Also, what the hell is up with your hair? And why are you so damn skinny?" Leon gave a look to Jeremy. "Honestly, did you pluck him off the street or something? It looks like he hasn't eaten in days, and he's about ready to collapse any moment! I thought I joined your organization for your power, not your....this."

October was shocked at Leon’s outburst, and on the verge of hurting him again until Archie shrugged off the insult and proceeded over to the kitchen in an effort to show them exactly what his ability is. She watched intently as he held a can up and sliced through it with nothing visible, “I can cut objects just by looking at them.”

October clapped, “well, looks like we have another amazing ability to add to the list. I myself am a Seismokinetic, pretty much I make earthquakes, don’t I Leon?” she said glancing his way and laughing. “You’ve experienced Jeremy’s teleportation abduction, Leon can tell you about himself, the only other person we have here is Adrian,” October took a quick glance at the clock, “who should be back sometime soon.”

“Leon raises a good point, why did you recruit me?” Just then the microwave pinged, Archie took the bowl of beans out and began eating. After his second heaped spoonful he stopped eating. “Anyone want some?” He asked honestly.

Both October and Jeremy shook their heads in denial as behind them the Directive appeared out of the elevator, Jericho on his heels, “we recruited you Archie, because we saw you as someone who could achieve great power and become something much more than another body in the crowd.” He addressed the entirety of them now, “you were all hand-picked because you show potential to achieve a lot of things.”
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"Hmm?"

Annie turned at the mention of her name, seeing Helena address her as such. It took a fraction of a second for Annie to notice Helena's wound and immediately began to worry. It had been hours since they had been redressed, she felt like an idiot for forgetting about it. "Oh! My god, sorry Helena! Wow, um, okay, so, we need some bandages and disinfectant. And toilets are down th--"

"Oh dear! You've been hurt!" Emil said, standing up from his seat. "Here, I'll get the first-aid kit!"

"Snälla, låt mig," Cooper, who had been wheeling Annie about, said in perfect Swedish. Disappeared down the hall for a minute and returned with a large, black kit, quickly unravelling Helena's wound, removing the plaster and dabbing it down and redressing it. He continued in Swedish to make Helena feel more comfortable, "Atticus cleaned it well though he was a little clumsy with the bandage. I thought we taught you better, Atticus?"

"Var tyst," Atticus said grumpily from the other side of the table.

"And the toilet is down the hallway there," Annie also said in Swedish. "Third from the left, opposite Devon's room."

"Haha, Swedish has always been a language that escapes me," Emil said in English, chuckling. "I know bits and pieces, like god morgon, god kväll, hur mår du and mitt namn är Emilio but yes, I've never been good at that one. Now please, while Ms. Andersson tends to herself, please sit down everyone! We can discuss latest news over dinner and answer Ms. Andersson's question too, if you are still curious!"

Atticus had already made himself at home and Natalia sat opposite him, her anger from him disappeared completely. Emil also sat at the end of the table and Cooper pushed Annie in on the same side as Natalia, taking a seat next to her.

"Don't be gone too long! We won't start without you, but we don't want it to go cold, do we?" Emil laughed again.
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So... It was Directive. Jeri honestly liked Daniel better, but if he wanted to be called that then... Eh, he'd just have to try and remember. He'd probably keep it in his skull until he left for a while... Maybe. Jericho had the feeling he wouldn't forget this man, though. The Directive nodded to him and then they were on their way, going to the back of the warehouse (Jeri hesitated before he passed the dead man's body) and to an elevator where he could only assume was where the Directive had originated. As they waited, the Directive was kind enough to ask him what he liked to be called, which struck Jeri as odd. He didn't look like the type of person who'd actually care. It was nice someone had asked though. Since Jeremy everyone he'd seen had been calling him Jericho. Yes, that was his name, but he didn't particularly like his name. Jeri was fine. He would have slapped Jeremy silly for doing it, but that wasn't really the focus of the current conversation.

As he boarded the elevator, Jericho pondered over where Jeremy had actually gone. He supposed it was somewhere more homely than... Where he just was. The way he left... It's like he knew whatever was going to happen in that room was going to happen. Jeri shuddered, thinking about it again. Suddenly the elevator seemed smaller. He felt like he was standing closer to the Directive than he actually needed to. He thought about taking a step over, but how would that look? He really didn't want to be on this guy's bad side or anything.

The elevator ride came to a stop soon and when they stepped out, Jeri was given a gesture-based tour of the place. He looked in the directions the Directive pointed. Bedrooms, lounge, kitchen... Yeah, this was like your everyday summer camp hut. Only a lot nicer. By the seemings, this place was probably the "headquarters". Jericho would probably never call it that, though. The place didn't seem like it had much going on so far, but it did look nice. Well, if you had nothing, you might as well beef up everything you did have! Right? Still, bedrooms and a play area was kind of lame. For an organization of superpowered kids, their funding seemed to be a little short of the X-Men... Or the Teen Titans for that matter. Thinking of them, he was glad that joining these guys didn't mean he'd have to knit his own outfit. He didn't feel like wearing colorful getup, and some people... Some people just shouldn't be wearing that. He didn't think he'd want to see any of the Syndicate members wearing their own creative take on spandex.

Well, maybe her...

There was a group ahead of them consisting of... Well, who cared? They weren't the first ones he noticed. It was the woman that caught his eye. A lady with a perfect face, slim cut black jeans, and high cut boots, she looked dazzling. Jericho smiled. Things around here might not be so bad if this was what he got to hang around with. He noticed the rest after her. It was some kid, the Stevens kid, and Jeremy. Hm. So this is where he went. Jeri glance behind him and then he frowned. Really? The distance from the warehouse to here wasn't even five minutes. It was hardly even a single minute! It couldn't have been that necessary to teleport. Then again, if you could teleport, why take the time? It seemed like a waste of energy, though. Like driving to the house across the street.

Jeri's frown deepened when he looked at Stevens. He instantly remembered his first introduction of him not too long ago. He didn't like that kid... he just didn't. To keep himself happy, Jeri put his attention on the other members present. Jeremy, again, was there as well, which was a good sight as any. He liked having at least one person with a power he knew here. The mystery of it... It was a little scary. Knowing that any one of these people could kill you with just a hand on your shoulder. It wasn't a settling thought. Jeremy was the guy that he knew for sure couldn't just... Do away with him like that. And even if he could, he didn't seem like the type of person who would do that. It was comforting, and had enough encouragement to want him to hang around him more often. The last member of this little group was as big of a stranger as the woman, but not as easily acceptable. He was a darker skinned kid with short, black hair that stood at a spike. He also had a little uhm... Uh... Stuff on his face. Right over his left eye, or surrounding it, the kid had what Jeri assumed to be his tattoo. He was reminded of his own and that familiar itch started up again. Jeri was glad he was lucky enough to not have a tattoo in such a disadvantaging spot. Something about this kid, however, gave Jeri the feeling he wouldn't like him. The Directive introduced each person one by one. It turned out that the Stevens kid was actually named Archie (he would probably still call him "the Stevens kid") and the two other people were Leon and October.

Jericho simply raised a hand in greeting and nodded his head whilst evaluating everyone's names. October... You know, he really hated that. When people named their children after months in the year or seasons. Not saying October was a bad name, but yeesh! What's wrong with a normal name? He didn't run into an October every day, and it was certainly better than Autumn, but the thought was still the same. These people could have been at least courteous to the other months by including them. There was a May, June, July, August, September, October, and possibly a December. Then there was Summer, Winter, Autumn. What's wrong with January, February, and November? Are they not favorable months? Okay, maybe there were kids out there with freak names like January, February, and November, but no kid he'd ever heard of. And why not name your kid Spring? Was there a fear of their friends passing by and shouting, "Hey, Springy!" Maybe. What kind of person would want to be called Springy? But this was really just an overvaluation of names. He could go on about Leon (God that name) and Archie, but he wouldn't.

In truth, Jericho was thinking these things to somewhat distract himself from the half-boring set these people seemed to be in currently. They were just kind of sitting around and not doing anything in particular. Maybe they just got there, but whatever it was, Jeri had a feeling that he'd hate being apart of it. Besides that, he didn't actually feel like talking to anybody right now. Well, he wouldn't mind talking to Ms. October, but talking to her would also obligate him to talk to everyone else. He also wouldn't mind talking to Jeremy since he'd so far been the most pleasant person to talk to. Talking to Stevens was just completely out of the question and the thought of hearing Leon's voice made him cringe. Yeah, he was probably being prejudice in his assumption that Leon would be an unfavorable character to hang around with, but... Come on. Someone, somewhere was nodding their head and silently agreeing that this kid could be one annoying f*ck. By his own choice or not.

The first thing he heard walking in was that Stevens kid asking Jeremy why he recruited him. It was an odd question. From what it seemed like, Jeremy was just the guy that was supposed to bring them there, not actually recruit them. Though it was a good question. Why were they handpicked? Jeri's biggest question was how long it took to evaluate them. He only knew he was an Atlanta-whatever for about a week now...

The Directive answered the question. It was because of their potential. Hm. He scanned the small crowd once more. Well, he'd like to see their potential. He tried to predict the powers of each of the people there. He drew a blank from the tall kid and another one from the woman (whatever it would have been, it must have been spectacular). The Stevens kid... He noted his bean eating. His power was probably something stupid. Like the ability to change light bulbs without physical contact. It seemed possible. He already imagined the kid's introductory spiel. "How many Atlanteans does it take to screw in a light bulb? Just one!"

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Helena didn't want all that attention, that was why she had just asked Annie quietly. But Annie sounded worried and attracted Emil and Cooper, who fetched a first aid kit. Cooper calmly spoke to Helena in Swedish while he tended to her wound. She was thankful, even though she would never ask them to speak Swedish for her sake. Nikolai wouldn't understand, for one. And apparently not Emil either. Helena gave Cooper a "Tack," and a smile when he was done, and then quickly went to the toilet. She came back within two minutes and took her place at the table, close to Atticus.

It would be strange to have a dinner with all these people. She was used to sitting in her own kitchen beside her little brother Jonas and opposite her parents, chitchatting and laughing over trivial things. A sudden feeling of missing her family stung her and was reflected in her face. She shrugged it off though, and smiled weakly at Atticus and the others.


((OOC: Maybe now is a good time to wait for Silver Rogue again xD ))
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The sun was going down, but Christian had still felt that the sun was beating down on him with its merciless rays. Out of breath, covered in minor wounds from his long hours of intense training, Christian was for the first time in some time truly exhausted. In fact, he couldn't recall being out of breath since that one intense game of basketball against his co workers several months ago. His team of course won, if only because he had dominated everyone with his ball handling and shooting. Gasping for air, Christian stood up as tall as he could to produce the illusion of him being full of energy. “That was good training Christian, it’s time we went inside for some food, you must be quite hungry after that intense training.” Thalia smiled up at him from behind her glasses, rubbing her stomach as if motioning her own personal hunger. Christian was not particularly hungry, having eaten far too much earlier in the day.

"I could go for some food, I suppose," Christian replied, not wanting to bother with his wish for more training. Christian had felt he could do more. He always did. Guilty of always pushing himself, Christian never accepted anything less than perfection. Anything else could lead to failure. That…that is his greatest fear. Failure.

Thalia led the way back into the main building, brushing across a few students and figures that she seemed to recognize. Christian, of course, did not recognize a soul and simply followed her, holding his jacket for a some time before he felt a slight chill, putting his jacket on covering most of his wounds except the few cuts on his face. He had considered asking Thalia a few questions, about her past and such, but Christian got a bit nervous failing to comprehend an intelligent way of communicating such a thought. Thalia and Christian had almost entered the inner rooms when Christian was mugged by a familiar face with a sudden hug.

"Hey Christian, how was your training?" It was Antonia, with her hair slightly messy and her face filled with energy. "I learned so much in mine. These abilities we have are incredible!" Antonia grabbed Christian's hand gently, guiding him inside. Christian blushed, his face becoming noticeably flustered. He was speechless, unable to muster any words to notify Antonia of her sudden display of affection. Did she like him? If so, why? What did she see in him?

“I shall leave you two to it then,” Thalia grinned with seemingly devious intent.

"Huh, what?" Christian said with a stutter.

Antonia released Christian's hand (much to his disappointment as he rather liked the sensation) and led him to a fair sized table that could seat six people if one tried hard enough. She waved at Christian, making sure he would follow. Christian did follow her without much hesitation. After all she was the only person who bothered to speak with him. The others from the center appeared to hate him. Especially that Michael guy who whined at him about the attack on his sister. In hindsight, trying to knock her unconscious with a uncontrollable smoke blast was a bad idea. He did not regret his intention, but the execution was certainly uncalled for. Would the girl accept an apology? What was her name again? How would he word it? What about-

“So, tell me more about yourself, Christian.”

"Oh. Well…there's isn't much to tell really. What do you want to know?"

"Anything!"

"That isn't very helpful," Christian smiled weakly.

"Come on. You can tell me anything."

Christian took a bite to eat, trying to think of something to tell her that was interesting. He wasn't that interesting, at least in his opinion. His most interesting quality was either his superpowers or the fact he was obsessed with motorcycles. "I am not sure what to tell you. I grew in New York City. I was home schooled by my mother, until my father allowed me to attend public school. I didn't have a lot of friends at first. I suppose you could say I was bullied. Then I met my best friend Nicolas. He helped me out a lot. Only friend I had for a while. Got me a job. Actually, he is the one who got me into motorcycles. I am not sure if you like them, but I could show you mine later. I customized it a lot at the shop that I worked at."

"That sounds cool!" She said. "You should take me for a ride one day," she said with a wink. Christian was taken aback by that, probably because he read way too much into it.

"Oh…well…um..uh"

Two people came and interrupted Christian's blabbering speech. Christian recognized the one guy from earlier, but his name escaped his mind at the time. The other…was quite familiar. It was the girl from earlier! The name….It was Oakley. Yeah, Oakley. Christian was a bit ashamed that he had forgotten, but at least he remembered in the end. The boy asked: "Hello guys, how did training go?"

Christian was quick to answer: "It went well. I learned a lot. I feel better about this whole ability concept. Thank you for asking." He had no idea what else to add and Antonia just nodded in agreement, seeing how her mouth was full of food. Christian smiled to Antonia, finding the display cute in its own way.

"Oakley, right?" Christian said, trying to make eye contact. "I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. At the center. I was…out of control. I hope to make it up to you. Somehow."
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Brian kept his eyes on Cobalt as he started to answer his question... At least, he was before a small silver car pulled up. The driver asked the Japanese man something, Cobalt answering with a simple shake of the head and a "thank you." After that, it didn't take long before the two Atlanteans were in the car and on their way to their destination.

Almost right after they left, Cobalt started to talk once again. His emotions giving off confusion as well as his words that followed. He started with quoting one of good ol' Shakespeare's quote about men being merely parts in the scheme of things. The quote made Brian think for awhile. He always thought that fate didn't control him but with hearing what Mr. Chimura had to say next, he knew he must rethink it.

The man's next few sentences hit him dead on with even more thoughts. Apparently, he was from a list of people who could change the world and he may be the one who would do it.

As if, he thought, even if I can change the world, it wouldn't necessarily be just me. Even if I did, who said it would be for good or worse. Either I've been prophesied or something to change it. Maybe there may be something like fate.

Within seconds, the man put him in a situation and Brian suddenly felt like Neo from the Matrix. He could either stay home or go to England and help change the world.

Brian thought it over for more than a short while, his mind racing and a headache forming. He knew his answer and he probably would have done it without thinking anyway. "Mr. Chimura," he started. "I would like to go with you..."
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