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Old March 12th, 2013, 07:02 PM
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Nathaniel Calaway- Atlantean Relief Center, London England
October 31st, 2012



"Is this your ability?" she motioned to her now a little wet wolf.

"When you wake up with your room looking like Antarctica, freezing things better be part of the ability," Nathaniel replied with a little chuckle. Three weeks was hardly enough time to learn how to use a new limb that couldn't see. Nathaniel liked to think that he had a grasp on it, but he was sure there was something he hadn't learned yet and there was undoubtedly something he had no control over. Something that would likely bite him in the ass later. Whatever happened here in the next few hours was wasting valuable time that he could spend honing his ability and learning to control it so he wouldn't cause any problems in the rest of the world. "I don't really know what I can do yet. I am hoping whatever…this…is will help us figure out what are abilities are."

"Ow," Oakley said, grabbing her right bicep. Was her ability in her arm? Whatever it was, it didn't sound pleasant to have. She looked back Nathaniel with a little worry. "Oh, uh, sorry."

"No worries. Just relax. If anything happens, I'll take care of it," Nathaniel said trying to reassure her.

"Are you Nathaniel Calaway?"

"That would be me," Nathaniel answer as he got rose from his uncomfortable seat. He got a better look at the person addressing him. She had an unique appearance, being distinctly gothic. Dark hair and everything. Reminded Nate of some his old high school friends. Clearly she didn't the memo that most people outgrow that look. Well, maybe she was younger than he was. She had time to mature. "I don't think I recognize y-"

The booming sound of an explosion in the distance echoed throughout the building, cutting Nathaniel off. "Whatever your name is, get down. You too, Oakley." Nathaniel had no idea what was going on, but any explosion was never a good one. The room was slowly filling up with smoke as a figure stepped in. The guards outside were limp on the floor, undoubtedly victims of the man. Another explosion went off with the sound of glass shattering piercing through Nathaniel's ears. It didn't take a genius to figure who they were: Atlanteans. Terrorists. Ones that fully believed in whatever twisted cause they told themselves justified their actions. The smokey Atlantean clearly felt justified, a smile stretching across his face as noxious fumes turned the room into a death trap.

Nathaniel was the sole individual standing in the room as the others cowered in fear, many innocents who had no control over the powers. Bystanders turned prisoners awaiting execution. Whatever this…Smoker…had planned to do ended here.

"If you are smart, you are going to walk out of this room and register like the rest of us," Nathaniel said, coughing on the last few words.

"What are you going to do?! Kill me?" Smoker replied with a laugh, building up a cloud of smoke on the floor.

"If I have to," Nathaniel replied. He didn't hesitate and immediately charged at the Atlantean terrorist, plowing through the smoke cloud and tackling his opponent to the ground. As Nathaniel mounted Smoker, he repeatedly jabbed him in the face, until he saw blood run down his features. He paused, hoping to hear a plea for mercy, but Smoker had other plans. Blowing a thick, black steam of smoke from his body, Nathaniel immediately stepped back trying to wave the smoke away from his face. Fresh air was long gone, as the vapors began to rise, filling the room at a rapid rate.

Unable to see, Nathaniel was at Smoker's mercy. He shifted through the smoke with grace, slugging Nathaniel left and right never letting up for even the slightest moment. Nathaniel was out of breath and out of time. He needed to create space, find some fresh air and gather himself. As Smoker lunged forward for another quick strike, Nathaniel took the punch head on but as he stepped back, reeling from the blow he grabbed Smoker by the shirt and heaved him across the room. He followed the path, heading over to the nearest wall. He threw him against the wall, cornering Smoker as he delivered body blow after body blow. He had hoped to wind his opponent, giving him a similar sensation to the one Nathaniel had felt throughout the fight. But Smoker's comparable size and strength allowed him to turn the tides. He countered Nathaniel's body blow with a headbutt, grabbed Nathaniel by the collar and threw him against the wall. He delivered a number of body blows, drawing out Nathaniel's last precious breaths of fresh air, before choking him out with his large meaty hands. With a disgusting grin, Smoker filled the room with more smoke, clearly driven by his raw emotions. He did his best to concentrate the smoke towards Nathaniel, hoping to quicken his death.

But then a godsend. The sprinkler system installed in the center was finally tripped as smoke reached the sensors, spraying water everywhere. It reminded Nathaniel of his abilities. Nathaniel grabbed Smoker's hands, freezing the skin as fast as he could before Smoker let go separating himself from Nathaniel with a jump back.

"What the f*ck was that?" He yelled at Nathaniel.

Nathaniel let the water douse him, before freezing the surface of the water on his hands, creating a pair of ice gauntlets. "Just a little cold spell." Nathaniel was filled with a second wind and skipped over to Smoker delivering a two jab combo before ending it with a right hook. Smoker's face was a bloody mess, but the raw anger fueled a powerful smoke blast sending Nathaniel over to the next wall by the sheer force. Nathaniel was cornered again as Smoker charged forward. The distance shrunk rapidly. Nathaniel put his hands up, focusing his ability on the water in the air, as it fell from the sprinklers. With his hands as the starting point, ice shaped like spears were launched directly at Smoker, impaling through his limbs and chest, mounting him on the wall of the room, near the entrance.

"Stick around," Nathaniel muttered as he took a breath, the smoke in the room slowly dissipating following Smoker's timely demise.
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Old March 12th, 2013, 07:28 PM
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October 31st, 2012
Wyatt didn’t know what it was that made him reach forward and grab Jeremy’s hand. Possibly a mixture of a thirst for adventure and also to experience something…more from this life he was living. The tattoo, whatever his ability was and this new revelation of Atlanteans was a chance for him to make something more out of his life than simply a second-rate university archer. So it didn’t surprise him when he took Jeremy’s outstretched hand, smiling up at the boy.

“I’m ready to go.”
“Cool cool cool, let’s hit the road then!”

Wyatt tried to focus on Jeremy, but his eyesight blurred as the room seemed to shift and rotate around him, rising up then sinking down. He felt the great pressure pressing on his chest making him expel what little air he had taken in, however the entire process took less than a second before Wyatt’s vision was restored. Where his bed and desk were, had been replaced with a large, red sofa, the walls seemed to have been pushed out to accommodate the larger room he was in now. He felt a soft ‘pop’ in his ears as he adjusted to the new air pressure.

“Where are we?” He queried, taking in the corner of the room that was obviously a lounge.

“This is our… apartment I guess you would call it,” Wyatt only barely understood the kid through his Canadian accent, “over there is the kitchen, the long table in where we eat dinner,” he pointed to the opposite side of the room, “the fridge is fully stocked, and there are often chefs on hand to make certain dishes, otherwise the door to our left enters into the foyer where you’ll find the elevators and the door on the right comes into a hall with everyone’s rooms and personal bathrooms.”

Wyatt marvelled at the size of the room, it was big enough to take up half of a high-rise building and that was only the open plan room he was in now. A large window stretched across the wall behind him looking out over to the west of some large city with water on the horizon. Opposite, windows stretched above the kitchen benches and around the large table; the city gradually lowering into plains.

“Again, where are we?”

“Central Buisness District, Lancaster, Lancashire, England,” Wyatt turned around as he heard the all too familiar drawl of Daniel Cain, “I’m glad you took up our offer. We could use some one of your…expertise.”

“What do you mean? What is your organisation? This ‘Syndicate’?”

Cain drew closer, “We are a corporation if many qualities. With regards to you, we hire potential Atlanteans to work for us, for a generous amount mind you, to aid us in certain situations.”

“Essentially, we’re glorified couriers and spies,” Jeremy butted in, smiling.

Wyatt cracked up laughing, this was entirely insane, him? A spy? “You’ve got to be joking me, I’m a University student, and you’re asking me to drop everything to go play James Bond with the Russians?”

A cold stare drew across Cain’s face, Jeremy stopped laughing to quickly teleport over to the kitchen with a small ‘pop’, somewhat scared of what was to happen next. “Mr. Cale, we have bigger fish to fry than the Russians,” the room around them seemed to grow darker and ghostly images popped up; ruins of buildings, people in chains walking in bare feet, bullets flying through the air, “the world is on the brink of a major shift, and we’re here to facilitate that shift in our favour. If you want to go back to your boring, old life where people will, and I stress ‘will’, blame you because of your heritage. Otherwise, you can join us, and be part of something big, part of a new adventure to a new frontier.”

Around them the scene shifted and Wyatt saw himself sitting on a lush bed, two girls in either arm with money seemingly piling up all around him. He was powerful; he was everything most people wish to be. The images faded and Wyatt’s heart slowed back down to its normal, rhythmic beating.

“So, what do you say, will you join us?” Déjà vu swept over him as he passed the two moments in front of one another as Cain stretched his hand forward.

Grabbing Cain’s hand in a tight grip, he rose from the couch, shaking his hand profusely. “So, when do I start?”

A smile stretched from one side of Cain’s face to the other, “How about now?”

Justin Evans – Atlantean Relief Center, London, England


October 31st, 2012
It had been a long and tiring day, filtering through the layers of paperwork that now lay sprawled across the oak wood desk he was working on. And today was only day two of perhaps a week he would be spending in London, away from his garden north, dealing with all these people registering to be Atlantean. Even his own, unique Atlantean Registration Card seemed to be burning a hole in his wallet; something Leo had insisted that they all have them for the sake of being fair to everyone, but Justin knew that the world was anything but.

“I call the next lot in”, he mumbled, getting up from his desk and heading into the room beyond where more than two dozen Atlanteans were holed up. He grabbed a list of the latest listing before heading out and once the door opened, he felt two dozen eyes, young and old, focus on him directly.

“Hall-Wright, Jack; Harris, Serene Grace; Henry, Michael James; Howard, Kenneth; Hunter, Charlotte; could you all please follow me.” He made sure that all five of them had gotten out of their seats and made their way into the room before shutting the door behind them.

“Please, take a seat,” he motioned to the five chairs that sat before the three large desks that himself and four others were working on. “Before we start-“ Justin didn’t have the time to finish his sentence before a door off to their right burst open as a boy stood in the doorway.

“Bonjour, mon ami, today such a blast, no?” His body seemed to shimmer as what looked like a sheet of metal began to cover his entire body. Eyes wild and crazy smile on his face, it took Justin little more than a couple of seconds to realise that this kid was here to kill them.

“Get down!” Justin yelled at the others. He waved his hand over the desk and it rapidly broke apart, creating a giant wooden shield to protect them from the shrapnel that embedded into the walls and floor only seconds after. Several shards even managed to pierce the desk slightly; their barbs sticking through the wood like deadly needles.

“Naw, you no like my ability? Let me show you again!”

Justin braced himself, putting as much effort as he could into holding the Oak wood together as another blast tore through the remains of the desk. “Everyone, out the door to the back, now!” He yelled at them, he would of course do the noble thing and keep this mad man at bay. Once everyone had made it out the door, he fired the floating pieces of wood towards the French Frag Grenade before running full pelt towards the open air.

Once outside, he noticed the others crouching behind the black Mercedes-Benz that he had arrived in. the body and tinted windows were virtually bulletproof, he wasn’t so sure if it went the same for some crazed Atlantean’s fragments.

“Mon ami, that is rude, I called shotgun!” Fragger appeared behind Justin, his fist coated in the same sheet of metal that had covered his body in prior attacks. Justin watched in slow motion as his fist seeming blew apart and the fragments spreading out in a similar pattern to a shotgun shell.

Pain seared in his side as fragments penetrated the passenger’s side door. Tumbling to the ground, Justin gripped the side of his abdomen as blood flowed freely between his fingers. He let out a pained yell as the pain seared through his system and blinding his vision. Justin had little energy and adrenaline to keep him going, and the only thought that raced through his mid was that he was going to die here.

“Atlanteans should be united, not registered like le animals.” Fragger yelled at Justin before returning inside.

River Beleren – Riga, Latvia


October 31st, 2012
River absently scanned the minds within the building. She had been doing it a lot over the course of the day, sometimes delving into certain thought paths people were on and laughing at some of the interesting conclusions they were lead to. It was the only way she could stretch her ability and push it to its limits; her training of such. But she was always careful not to get too lost in peoples thoughts, especially memories since they can lead to some dark places.

“…Minerva…Sirmais…”

River shot up straight, that name, it rang a bell within her mind and she scrambled to retrieve the small, brown leather book she kept in her handbag. Flicking through the pages, she landed on a page that had a list of names, some crossed off, others highlighted, drawing her finger down the page until it landed on a name: “Minerva Sirmais”.

Replacing the notebook, she listened in through her ‘Telepathy Radio Station” until the doctor in charge of Minerva sent her onto the next room. Coughing and gathering her things to waste a bit of time before standing up from her desk and walking over to the door that separated a handful of Latvian Atlanteans from her assistants, opening it and feeling the gaze of several people wash over her.

“Minerva Sirmais?” She called out cautiously, waiting for the girl to follow her through into the next room before closing the door behind her. Sitting back down at her desk, River motion for Minerva to sit in the chair opposing her; Minerva’s registration file now sitting on top of the pile of other Latvian Atlanteans that had registered today.

“Hello Minerva, my name is River Beleren, I’m sorry we must conduct this interview in English, my Latvian is virtually non-existant, unless you speak Chinese or Japanese?” She laughed, hoping that Minerva would get the joke. “Before we start, do you have any questions regarding all this?” She motioned in the air alluding to the idea of being Atlanean.
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Old March 13th, 2013, 03:43 AM
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Agnes Johansson - Atlantean Centre of Stockholm, Sweden


“Sorry girls, I’ll see what this man wants before we return inside.”

Agnes turned to look at the newcomer. Her first impression was - cute! He had horns and a beard like a little goat man in stories. Haha, but why would he run up to some Atlanteans who had just caused a ruckus in the queue? Maybe he wanted to tell this important-woman that he too thought the guards had handled her wrongly. What a cute dude indeed. Agnes couldn't help smiling as she looked at him, not thinking about that it might be rude.

"Um, hello, but... I, uh... um... where is the bathroom?" Mr Goat said in an awkward way. Oh, so no backup from the guard-situation here, he just wanted to take a leak. "Yes... um... I have trouble walking."

At that mention, Agnes looked down at his feet. ((OOC: Does he have shoes or something?? I just assume that now since Skymin wrote that people 'really couldn't see his feet' but I can change it otherwise)) He did seem a bit unstable for some reason. Poor thing! He must think it's awkward just to walk around here. Why he wanted a bathroom to help with walking troubles was beyond her, but that didn't change her emphatic feelings from overbrewing as usual.

"Are you an Atlantean?" she blurted out. "Is that why you have trouble walking? Hey, do you need help? I can help you! See?"

Without even throwing a glance at the Atlantean Centre lady again, Agnes quickly made her powers raise her up a few decimeters above the ground. "I'm a bit unstable too! But if I fly, I feel stronger than usual so I can probably hold your arm like this-" she grabbed the arm of Mr Goat hastily and locked it with hers; while flying she came up to the same height as him, "- and just kind of pull you up a bit so that you don't have to carry all of your own weight! See? Is it better?"

All of this happened within a matter of secons, during which Agnes' smile was large and blending. Now she carefully tugged his arm a bit.
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Old March 13th, 2013, 05:13 AM
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Charlotte (Charlie) Hunter - Atlantean Relief Center, London, England

Stupid girl-Someone call 999.


Charlotte stood as one of the centre’s registration workers called out her name. The list of people stood, filing towards the door the man stood in before passing quietly. Not a word was spoken between any of them. As Charlotte muttered quietly to herself, finger still securely in her mouth, the taste of copper blood washing over her tongue, she tried to offer a lopsided grin towards the worker. He seemed nicer than the first two she had been palmed off to, so at least things were looking up, plus she hadn’t been made to wait an age like the others, the queuing system like Primark’s, long but short lived.

As they entered the distinctly larger office than one before, Charlotte took in her surroundings. Natural colours washed the walls, while three large desks spanned the length of the room; their dark wood surfaces strewed here and there with papers which four other workers busied themselves with. They all stopped however, when they entered, faces etched with fatigued, as they regarded her mottled group.
“Guess it’s been a long day for all.” Charlotte mumble, twinges of guilt tugging at her conscience for being so harsh to the workers previously, if anyone had deserved her barded tongue, it was most certainly not these people.

“Please, take a seat,”

The voice belong the male announcer, whom motioned to the chairs which sat opposite the desks. All five of her group glanced at him before nodding and shuffling round their chosen seats, a few fleeting looks being spared between each of them. Some of people, particularly the guy she guessed was called Jack, looked nauseated and it was a feeling Charlotte knew all too well. She didn’t want to be here as much as the next person and the feeling of nerves knotting in uncomfortable twists around her stomach wasn’t helping.

Yet as she sat, perching lightly on the edge of the chair, as Justin or so his name tag informed her began to talk, everything changed.

A loud bang shuddered through the room shortly followed the erupting of screams and cries emanating through the closed door. Before any of them could react, the door then flung open revealing a boy whom had a face which on sight, Charlie just wanted to punch.

“Bonjour, mon ami, today such a blast, no?”

Everything after that happened so quickly, the boy shimmered, Justin shouted for them to drop and they obeyed like frightened children. There was another loud bang which pounded Charlie’s ears to the point that all she could hear was ringing. Looking up, she saw the wooden shield which Justin held, one of the large desks missing, and for the briefest of moments she was awe struck.

The frag boy blew again, she could almost hear his smile in the mocking words he spoke. Justin yelled once more and again they obeyed. Everyone darted for the back door. Jack reached it first and with a smooth flick of his wrist the door unlocked and flung open. Charlotte didn’t bother to think how, and following the others she ran for the black Mercedes-Benz which was parked closet to the door, diving for cover.

Justin followed, then paused, looking at them and the car before…

“Mon ami, that is rude, I called shotgun!”

“NO!” Charlie almost screamed as she watched Justin hit the floor, blood pooling through his shirt, as human frag walked away. A mixture of rage and pure terror rippled through her heart within an instant as in slow motion she watched Justin cripple.

The others did nothing, just cowered as Charlie bolted up and round her car shield, running to were Justin lay. Upon approach, instinct kicked in and dropping to her knees, she grabbed his hand and regarded his wounds, ignoring the shouts of terror that came from back inside the building.

“Ok, I am not a perv, I am just using what’s been given to me.” She said to mostly to herself as she reached forward and unbuttoned Justin’s shirt. “Stay still and don’t say a word.” Charlotte muttered, glancing up to Justin’s face, her own eyes meeting his for the briefest of moments.

As the last button popped, she peeled the fabric back slowly and regarded the wound. It was almost sickening to look at. Resisting the urge to gag, Charlie pushed on studying and inspecting the damage. Could she absorb that? Would she save him but doom herself?

“Ok.” She said, “We aren’t going to die today, not if I have anything to do with it.” She said looking back up at Justin and trying a smile.

“You saved me, time to repay.”

It was dangerous, stupid and she’d probably die from blood loss if she wasn’t careful, but she knew she stood a better chance at surviving than this poor guy did.

“Just promise me this. When I am done, you get these people out of here and you do not look back.”
She tried to hold his gaze when she spoke and though inside her chest her heart fluttered like a humming bird, her voice was strong, quiet and reassuring, just like she had learned to do when teaching kids how to swim. They would always be so terrified to go under the water, small faces pinched in fear and downright stubbornness, until Charlie spoke to them.

This guy was just another one of those kids. Scared that if he went under he wouldn’t come up again for air.

Glancing at her group, she realised that a few of them had bolted for good, though to her surprise Jack remained, staring at her helplessly, mouth open like a gapping fish. She sent them a smile, then taking the palm of her hand, she placed it over the large wound and focused her energy. She felt the hot buzz tingle over her skin like before, shivering down her arm and through her finger tips, onto Justin’s stomach.

At first there was nothing but as the hot buzz began to intensify the pain began to hit. Searing, agonising pain bloomed into existence, ripping through her side like wild horses. Before she could stop herself, Charlie screamed. The noise tearing through her throat and out into the air, slicing it like hot knife through butter. Her muscles tensed, her jaw clamped shut and her vision blurred as Justin’s wound sealed. Tiny pieces of metal emerged from the wound and hit the concrete floor with a small tingle which echoed in the silence.

Charlie keeled backwards, breath shuddering over her lips in short laboured gasps.
“F*ck that hurts.” She spluttered, almost out of shock. “You can pull one hell of brave face Justin. I didn’t know it hurt this bad!”

Slowly she pulled herself up grimacing at the amount of pain and effort. She could feel blood rushing to the open hole in her side, but tried her best to ignore it. The blood would stop soon whether it would be from her power or death.

Slowly she staggered to her feet, clutching her side as she felt the wet, warm, crimson liquid slivered over her fingers.

“We even?” Charlie asked, trying once again to smile. She felt dizzy and sickened but she couldn’t stop, the screams from back inside were something she couldn’t resist and she had smart mouthed grenade she needed to repay, all she needed was luck to survive. She didn’t know how fast she could heal nor if in fact she would ever see her parents again, so going out with a bang was the plan. Even if pain caused her eyes to weep and her body to convulse.
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Old March 13th, 2013, 02:14 PM
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Will sighed for the umpteenth time that day.

All his life he'd wished he could be like the great characters of fiction. All of the characters that he had ever written. Now that he was, he wasn't quite sure that he really enjoyed it. Sure, it seemed cool as Hell to have wings. To be able to fly. In theory, it was. In practice, however, it didn't really seem to live up to the dream. Perhaps in time he would find a way to make room for his brand new appendages in his life, but for the moment they just made him feel clumsy and they got in the way. Totally not awesome hero material.

He was at a stalemate. He liked the idea of having wings, and he did enjoy so many things about them. Honestly, he could fly. On his own, with no machines. How many people would honestly pass that up, given the choice? Not many, Will thought. When the catch was being part bird, however, Will knew a larger amount of people would hesitate, and rightfully so.

Will had little to no control over his wings most of the time. Suddenly his body had new pathways, new impulses to send and motions to control. It just felt awkward. He getting more and more used to it each and every day, but he could tell it would be quite some time before he could function normally again. One of his biggest issues was the fact that his wings simply got in the way. With everything. Walking, sitting, laying down, getting comfortable, and so many other things, many of them basic abilities for normal humans. What was most annoying of all, however, was that they got in the way with Brad. Brad was surprisingly accepting of Will's new ability, but even Will figured Brad had to be getting just as annoyed with them. They were annoying. They ruined all the fun.

Well, at least the kind of fun that six foot feathered things could interfere with.

Will sighed once more, resting his head on the arm of the couch. The sun was shining through the windows, and it gave a pleasant warmth as it shone on Will. He closed his eyes and placed his arms behind his head, trying to relax as best as he could. The television was on in the background, playing the news quietly. Will enjoyed watching the news; it could provide some nice inspiration from time to time. Now more than ever he could use some, not to mention the fact that almost all the important news these days affected his life directly.

After a few minutes, Will felt a small tingling sensation in his hair. He opened his eyes to see Brad smiling down at him, his fingers gliding across Will's head. "You're home," Will stated, smiling slightly as his nearly sleeping brain rebooted.

"No, I actually drove off to Las Vegas without you to chase my life long dream of performing horrible show tunes. This is just a figment of your imagination." Brad chuckled as he sat down, picking Will up slightly to maneuver himself beneath him.

"Sure it is." Will sat up and kissed Brad, falling back down with a sigh a moment later.

"I think you'd like to see this," Brad said, turning up the television's volume with the remote, still stroking Will's hair with his free hand.

The news was on, obviously, and there was a story about a recent explosion in Berlin playing. Will had seen a bit of it, having been watching the news so frequently lately, but he hadn't given it too much thought before.

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

"More on this story soon. . . ."


Will frowned. "Excuse me?"

Brad sighed, sharing Will's sentiments. "It didn't really sound like they were making it a request."

The wrinkles on Will's face deepened. "No, no it didn't. And it's only in the capital cities? So we'd have to go all the way to Albany? Laaaaaame."

"I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to register. After all, how can they accuse you of using powers just because you have wings on your back? If they're concealed, then it shouldn't be an issue."

"Yes," Will said, turning away from the television, "but how long would that last? I'd want to be able to go outside and try out these things. Otherwise they're just useless twigs glued to my back."

"I can understand that, too," Brad said, sighing. After a moment's pause, he spoke up again. "So, it's your choice. Would you like to go all the way to Albany to register your abilities for all the world to know? Or would you rather stay here and remain anonymous?"

Will's frown deepened. "Well, when you put it like that," he said, trailing off. "Okay, well, I'd at least like to go and check it out. If I decide that it's . . . not exactly for me, then we can just walk away."

Brad contemplated this for a moment. "Alright, get ready to go."

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Two and a half hours later, Will was stepping out of the passenger's-side door of Brad's black 2011 Ford Escape, closing the door gently as he looked up at the Atlantean Center of Albany. It was a large, state-of-the-art building that had recently been built. And by recently, Will meant that it looked like it had appeared out of nowhere from the day before. It was so obviously new, and quite a bit out of place in the city.

Brad walked around the car to Will, locking it with a remote as he did so. He glanced at Will's expression, wrapping his right arm around the smaller man's shoulders. "You ready?"

Will hesitated, staring at the imposing building. "I'm not sure," he gulped.

"Well, let's at least take a walk around. Give it a look, think it over." Brad's arm guided Will to do so, and they began walking.

They walked with the steady stream of people that passed the building, remaining completely inconspicuous. Even the residents of Albany were examining the building as they walked, so it didn't look out of place when Will and Brad did the same.

There was a pleasant breeze, and the doors to the Atlantean Center were propped open, giving an oddly welcoming vibe off. The building certainly looked nice; large, neat, clean, advanced and bright. Inside the doors there was a line of people waiting at a counter, registering themselves as non-humans, and there were also humans trying to pass themselves off as Atlantean, for some reason. The main indicator of this was the fact that two guards were practically dragging a struggling teen-aged boy out the door, obviously not impressed by his little 'joke'.

At this point, Brad and Will had stopped next to a bench, marveling at the building and glancing at the minor commotion.

After a moment, Will heard someone approach from the side. "Beautiful, isn't it?" asked the voice of a young woman. Will turned to see a bespectacled woman with long black hair, looking to be around his own age. She was staring at the building, smiling.

"I suppose so, yeah. In an odd 'welcome to your scientific doom' kind of way." Will responded.

The woman laughed at that. "A comedian, I see," she said, calming herself. "But I understand why you would get such a feeling. I did build the place, after all."

Brad and Will glanced at the woman, confusion written all over their faces.

The woman turned to them, outstretching her hand. "My name is Amelia Young. I'm an Atlantean with technokinesis and mathematical and mechanical intuition. Basically, I can understand mathematics and machinery, as well as control machinery." The woman was still smiling, her eyes closed with her head tilted to the side. It gave her the perfect guise of innocence. "I'd like to say that I also have ability intuition, which I suppose I do to some extent, but with you I just took a look at your back and guessed. There're wings under your clothes, aren't there?" She dropped her hand back to her side when neither Will nor Brad took it.

"Um . . . ," Will hesitated, unsure of what to say. "Y-yes, I have wings."

"Good! Because I would hate to be wrong about such a simple calculation." The woman paused for a moment, examining Will. "So, are you here to register? What am I saying, why else would you be here? Unless of course you just came to marvel at my masterpiece, which I would be positively jubilant if that was the case!"

Will opened his mouth to respond, but the woman began to speak once more before he could. "Anyways, I really should be going. So much work to do! Did you see the amount of people in there waiting to register? I obviously have to assist with all of that. Some of the people are just a mess, but hey, that comes with the job." Amelia smiled once more before walking away, back towards the Atlantean Center. As she did so, Will noticed her pull out her cellphone and begin to talk immediately. She certainly seemed like one happy camper.

"So," Brad said, "you want to go and register now?"

"Not really," Will stated. He turned and walked away from the building, dragging Brad along behind him.
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The seedy guard stared down Kim as she was stuck in place, licking his lips. Please no, she thought as she waited in vain for the flying girl to come to her aid. Just as the guard reach for her breats, a strange metallic arm appeared out of no where, knocking him away with ease. Oh my. Kim stood there in slight shock as a woman with a metallic arm beat and scolded the two guards, and she wasn't half bad looking.

“Sorry about them, they are only human. I am Katerina Lukyanenko of the Royal Family, would you two girls like to follow me inside?” She spoke in Swedish, before presenting her hand politely to both girls, which Kim took.

“Thank you beautiful, you really saved me there.” She said graciously as she kissed the woman’s hand before the flying girl landed and began to talk to the woman, defending her use of power, for no apparent reason. Quickly Kim grabbed her trench coat before the three of them began to walk inside when the flying girl turned and asked Kim if she was okay, causing her heart to flutter a little bit.

Oh she's so caring! I want her. Kim thought before replying, “Yes thank you, I'm okay. Luckily he didn't touch me.” A soft smile was on her face as she dropped her top's illusions momentarily, in hope that the flying girl saw her naked breasts.

A man suddenly began calling out to Mrs. Lukyaneko, addressing her by name, perhaps he was also royalty. Though he was struggling slightly to walk, his face was fairly cute, with his horns and floppy ears making him more adorable then should be legal. Mrs Lukeyanenko apologised to the two of them before turning towards Kim.

“Aren't you cold?” She asked, with no surprise or worry on her face, just curiosity.

“Now that you mention it, a little bit.” Kim replied, throwing her tench coat over her shoulders but not putting it on. “This will be enough though.” She said patting her trench coat proudly.

Mrs. Lukyaneko then turned away from Kim and looked at the cute man, without saying a word.

"Um, hello, but... I, uh... um... where is the bathroom?" He said, all while Kim slowly realised he looked a bit like a big cute goat. "Yes... um... I have trouble walking." Kim looked at his legs without thinking, not really seeing anything odd besides that there was a bit of a bulge around knee level at the back of his pants. He was also leaning on crutches, looking a bit unstable as he stood there awkwardly.

The flying girl quickly tried to engage in conversation with the cute goat man, much to Kim's annoyance, she wanted her attention, and SHE wanted the goat man’s attention as well. Kim watched in horror as the flying girl locked her arm with his and smiled brightly at him. Nooo! Kim thought as she began her move. She used her best seductive voice; she needed him to fall for her. Before he had time to object she grabbed his free hand because obviously this was the best way to make a connection with him and pressed it against her chest. The illusion that made up the clothing on her chest was faded away, which left the man’s hold pressing firmly against the bareness of her breast. She flashed him a smile then leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing Frederick’s. A giggle escaped her mouth as she dropped his hand from her breast, the trench coat instantly moved back in place to cover it as she scooted over to flying girl and winked. Now, she had to seduce her newest friend, she must have them both. Maybe they would even fight over her! Quickly as she could she leaned over to the flying girl’s free ear and whispered a series of sweet nothings to the girl, she could only hope she’d fall for them.

"C'mon now beautiful, don't leave me out.” Kim announced to the flying girl she then lightly bit the flying girl's ear and with a large smile on her face she moved back to the other side of the man to replace his arm inbetween her naked breasts.
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Oakley North - Atlantean Relief Centre, London, England


October 31st, 2012
"Are you Nathaniel Calaway?" a girl approached them, asking Nathaniel for his name. She was strange looking, with a strange haircut and strange tattoos. What was her ability, Oakley wondered.

"I don't think I recognize y-" Oakley yelped and dropped the ice wolf as she felt the ground shudder, an explosion echoing through the centre. Nathaniel didn't seem to waste any time taking charge, standing as others seemed to fall and cower. "Whatever your name is, get down. You too, Oakley."

Oakley held herself up against the wall, her eyes widened and her breathing quickening as smoke filled the room and a shadowy, lone figure made an entrance. The girl also knelt with Oakley, but didn't look afraid at all. Perhaps bored. She turned to Oakley, her face perhaps a complete opposite of Oakley's.

"Are you afraid?" she said, cocking her head to the left. Oakley's breath quavered as she felt sharp pains seared through her right arm and the wraps bulged from the growth. Of course she was scared!! For a number of reasons that were obvious, and some that weren't quite so. The girl put a hand on her right arm and stared right into Oakley's eyes. "You should not fear the weak."

Oakley had no idea what this girl was talking about and pulled away from her gaze, finding Nathaniel in amongst the smoke. He and the man who had come through the door, the one who seemed to be producing the smoke, were seemingly fighting it out, though it was hard to see through the smoke. Or breathe, as Oakley began coughing harshly at the lack of oxygen in the room. As she gasped for air, the bindings snapped off her arm, which seeming exploded from the cast and forced itself to fall onto the floor. Her arm was huge now, covered in a thick, metal armour. Her skin prickled and burned as the armour crawled up to her shoulder. Oakley had no time to scream or yell from the pain, coughing violently. And the water from the sprinklers didn't make her feel any better either. She felt an arm on her armoured one, and Oakley looked back up into the girl's arms.

"Do not fear the weak."

Oakley's eyes widened further as she caught sight of Nathaniel, behind the girl, sending spears of ice towards the smoke man and impaling him on the wall. The smoke dissipated and Oakley stopped breathing and just stared. Was he... was he dead?

"You seem to have a fair grip on your ability," the girl stood, leaving the shocked Oakley, and turned to Nathaniel. "If you are Nathaniel Calaway, I ask that you accompany me outside. There is someone who wishes to meet you."


The Librarian - Atlantean Relief Centre, London, England


October 31st, 2012
"You may proceed," the Librarian laughed as James joined the fray, the explosion not scaring him as it did the rest of the population of the Atlantean Relief Centre of London. He chose to do nothing but lean against his newly obtained taxi. Would he return it? He had grown rather attached to it. Surely the taxi-men and women of Hawaii wouldn't miss it too much. It was quite out the ordinary in London, though he was sure nobody cared much of a design of a taxi when people were exploding and sending off great flashes of light and bleeding smoke. He turned to his left and caught the eye of a fellow observer.

"Eris!" the Librarian clapped his hands together in joy. The girl turned at the mention of her name and smiled and waved, running over to the familiar face. She was a younger girl, perhaps sixteen years old. Her hair was long and a soft brown, with her fringe swept to the right and the rest tied into a ponytail. Her eyes were a cold blue, though it was her smile that filled them with warmth. She was perhaps a little on the short side, though she was still in her teens and still had some growing to do. "I thought I'd find you here. How long have you been here for?"

"Not long, perhaps half an hour," she shrugged, glancing at the watch on her wrist. The Librarian also stole a glance. Though it was perhaps just past midday, judging by the sky, her watch read that it was 9:21 in the evening. Odd indeed. "What is today's date?"

"October the thirty-first, two thousand and twelve, dear," he said, turning back to watch the fray. There was a lot of shouting and a fair bit of smoke leaking from the room. Was something more exciting going inside? He kicked himself that he was missing out on this fight but Eris was far more important to talk to. "Where have you come from?"

"I'm not sure. There was a restaurant and I didn't understand the language. I couldn't ask anyone any questions," she scratched her brow and looked up into the sky. "I'm glad I'm not inside the building this time."

"Indeed. But, I do have some good news about your condition," the Librarian gave Eris a warm smile. She slowly turned to him, her mouth hanging open ever so slightly. "I'm still piecing together my jigsaw but there is someone I am chasing who may have just what you are looking for."

Eris face lit up, her eyes glistening as if she was about to cry. The Librarian gave her a gentle pat on her shoulder.

"But our agreement still holds?"

"Yes, yes of course," she sniffed and rubbed her eyes. "Thank you so much, sir."

"Don't thank me yet, but you are most welcome. I'll make sure there are more events like these so our meetings don't have to be so far apart."

"For you, maybe."

"Do you think you will stay for long this time?" he turned back to the scene, the smoke from the building growing less intense. Perhaps Adeline had done her job well? He sure hoped that was the case.

"I'm not sure," Eris replied, glancing at her watch again. "Do you think this will take a long time?"

"I doubt it. Did you need a change of clothes, dear?" Eris leaned her head over her shoulder and gave her shirt a good whiff.

"I wouldn't mind a shower."

"Then I will take you to my home and you may eat and drink and get cleaned up and I leave you there until you head off again. You may access whatever you wish, as long as you leave my books behind before you go. Can I trust you, dearie?" he gave her a cheeky wink. Eris giggled in reply.

"I'm sure you'd know if you couldn't."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, dear girl," the Librarian replied with a chuckle and took Eris' hand, leaving the scene behind with a pop. His space was empty for only a few moments before he returned, appearing from thin air leaning against his taxi as if nothing had happened.

"Poor, sweet girl," he sighed, turning his eyes back to the Relief Centre.


Misha Vedernikov - The Streets of Warsaw, Poland


October 31st, 2012
"Do you just kidnap random individuals? How come you don’t already know my name? Do you know anything about me? We should get something to eat."

"Nyet. Da. Da, I know who you are, I vant you to tell me," Misha pulled into the next food place he saw, which happened to be some kind of bistro, appropriartely named "Bar Bistro Bez Kantów". Misha was extremely unfluent in Polish and had no idea what it meant in Russian or English, only that it meant food. It was rather unbusy thanks to the time of day and the lack of people in general, so finding a park and a table was easy. Misha, as the gentleman he was, opened the girl's door and led her to an outside table, giving her no chance to run away (and even if she did, it would take a snap of his fingers to catch her).

A waitress approached them saying something in Polish and Misha made a face, turning to his captee.

"I do not speak Polish," Misha said, "but if you make sis order and introduce yourself to me, I vill tell you vhy I am here for you."
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Nathaniel Calaway and James Hazen- Atlantean Center, London, England
October 31st, 2012



"You seem to have a fair grip on your ability," the girl from earlier said as she stood up. Nathaniel slowly rose from his seated position, cracking his back as he streched out. The fight left him a bit sore and groggy, but the fresh air was refreshing. She left Oakley by her lonesome, appearing shocked from the events of earlier. It appears whatever powerful emotions she felt, the fear, shock, and pain that the events stirred in her activated her ability...a giant metal arm of some sort burst through her cast. Nathaniel tried to hide his concern for Oakley as the girl from earlier approached him. He didn't want to make Oakley even more erratic that she probably was. Still he couldn't help but frown. "If you are Nathaniel Calaway, I ask that you accompany me outside. There is someone who wishes to meet you."

"I already said I was," Nathaniel said with a sigh. The girl must not pay attention very well. That or the explosions made her forgot. "Though...I have no idea who you are. How about you tell me who you are and what you want."

"What. The. ****." James whispered under his breath, walking into the carnage going on inside the building he had just entered. The first view he saw was a man attached to the wall by f*cking icicle spikes. The culprit behind it was another man who stood close by the impaled corpse, now conversing with a woman dark hair and gothic look. A third person, a younger woman on the floor, also seemed to be with them. As far as James knew, they were likely Atlanteans, being some of the only people who hadn't evacuated. He figured there was no way they were normal in that case. Still he stood, motionless at the door as he tried to figure out the best way to go about talking to them. He was like them, but after seeing what they had just done on the inside, he wasn't so sure if he was on par with their level. Or maybe he was, he just wasn't sure. However, in an effort to put up a strong front, he decided that if he wouldn't be able to walk the walk, he'd at least show that he could talk it.

James approached the body on the wall, confidently striding through the room past the three in observance of his dead corpse. He tried his best to keep in a laugh, but couldn't contain himself as a smile wandered across his lips. He wasn't even quite sure why he smiled in the first place. He obviously wasn't laughing at the fact that there was a dead body in front of him. No, he couldn't quite explain why he was doing so. The best he could say on the inside was that there was a man, probably Atlantean, dead by icicle stabs in front of him, and that made him smile. It was so brilliant because it was so inventive, and he found it...almost perfect. He turned to the three of them, finally acknowledging that they existed, and speaking to the man.

"This your handiwork?" He asked, the smile still clinging to his lips, and James no longer having the desire to hide it.

"Yes," Nathaniel said with a rather blank expression in some comparison to the smile. "I am guessing you are not with him."

"Nah, I don't know him. I'm with the taxi guy." He responded enthusiatically, pointing out to the street while looking over the man. He returned his gaze from the man to the corpse, admiring it once more. "I gotta say, I don't know the f*cker, but you probably couldn't ask for a better way to go, so I'm thinking he's probably at peace."

"I was aiming for his shoulders. I didn't mean to kill him."

"Yea, well, sometimes things don't go according to plan. Still, it turned out alright. He's dead, and you're not. All's well that ends well, right?"

"...right," Nathaniel said. He held his desire to criticize such a pragmatic stance on life and death. Killing was a vicious cycle and was never the right thing to do. There was also a better way. But alas, whoever he was had a point. Nathaniel was alive. He successfully protected the people in the room, even he had to resort to rather gruesome tactic. Desperate times call for desperate measures. "What's your name?" Nathaniel asked after a long pause. "And what are you doing here? It is plain to see this area is not safe."

"James. James Hazen." He replied, finally turning his head away from the body and facing the three of them. "And no f*cking clue. I was hoping one of you could fill me in, but I'm guessing you're just as lost as I am. I mean, I don't even know where the f*ck I am, or how I got here. I was with the taxi guy, then I saw sh*t going down in here, bright lights and all, and I thought, 'Hey, that's not something you see everyday', and...here I am." He looked up and down the man he was addressing, at this point completely ignoring the other two individuals, for the moment, they were irrelevant to him, and he was the only one who seemed interesting. "So...who're you?"

"Nathaniel Calaway. If you want, you can call me, Nate. My friends do," Nathaniel offered a handshake. James eyed Nate for a few moments, then stepped forward to accept the handshake. He knew he just met him, but he kinda liked the guy. "I would love to stay and chat but unlike you I have a clue of what I need to do." Nathaniel turned to the gothic girl beside him: "Girl, you take Oakley and go outside to this...taxi guy. Maybe we can trust him. I will meet you later and you can introduce me to this guy that needs to see me. James. Let's take care of the a**holes that came with this one," Nate said pointing at his icy work of art.

"Huh..." James muttered, looking through the room to catch the 'a**holes' Nate referred to, catching them with his eye through the slowly dissipating smoke for the first time since he entered. "Dunno what the hell's going on..." He looked them over, contemplating for a minute, before answering. "F*ck it, what have I got to lose? Alright, Nate. Let's do it."
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Hotaru ‘Flashbang’ Yamanashiro, Jacques ‘Fragger’ Bayne – Atlantean Relief Centre, London, England


Hotaru gasped as she saw Joey’s body slung up on the wall like some sick ice-block trophy; blood melting the ice into puddles that stained the carpet. His facial was one of shock and horror, something she could not stomach looking at for too long. Neither of them were meant to be killed, all they were meant to do was cause some damage and injure a couple of people to make an example. It disturbed her even more as the four Atlanteans stood around in a circle freely chatting while his body slowly leaked behind them; not one of them seeming to be bothered by the dead body.

Briefly, she overheard the two guys discussing something about ‘finishing’ the ones who had done this; meaning Jacques and herself. Although she didn’t particularly enjoy the company of the loud mouthed Frenchman, the three of them had been like brothers to her. With Pietr leaving them and Joey now dead, all she had left was Jacques.

Freaking out, she ran towards the screaming where Jacques was having fun terrorising a couple of human doctors who could do nothing but cower in fear as he took pot shots at them.

“Jacques…. Jacques!” She yelled over the explosions, “Fragger! Smoker’s dead! They killed Smoker and they’ll kill us too!”

Laughing maniacally, he turned to Hotaru, wild grin spread firmly across his face, “That’s impossible, he’s smoke! You can’t kill smoke!” He turned back to his torture victims, now wide eyed in bewilderment.

“Fragger, he has a spike of ice through his heart! We have to go now!” She grabbed his shoulder but he simply shrugged her off. She merely gripped harder a second time, making him swivel around to meet her scared, and frantic gaze.

“You…you….Mierde….” she swore beneath his breath before grabbing Hotaru’s hand, “follow me, I know a back way!” She sprinted behind him as he made his way through the varying offices until they arrived in the room beyond the one she found Joey’s body in. Gulping, she tried not to make a sound to alert the people in there. Jacques frantically pushed past a girl coming through the doorway, jumping over the body of a twenty-something year old man before piling into the car.

Once in the front seat, he turned the keys in the ignition, revving the car before speeding out through a dirt track, bypassing the police-cordoned roads and making their escape onto the quickest road out of London.

As city was replaced by suburbs, Hotaru whispered a small prayer in Japanese, appealing to Kami-sama and Buddha to exonerate Joey’s soul. Once finished, the suburbs became replaced with rolling hills and she sat back in the leather seat, silently weeping for her lost comrade. She wanted Pietr back now more than ever.

Justin Evans – Atlantean Relief Centre, London, England


Groaning, he heard the all too familiar sound of his car start up and rev off into the distance. Katerina would have his guts for garters once he told her that he had allowed their car to be stolen; they may have money, but they weren’t made of it. Regardless, he reached down to his blood-stained ripped shirt to find the wound already coagulated with blood and halfway on its way to being healed. Puzzled, he recounted the last memories he had of what had happened, distinctively remembering being shot by the terrorists shotgun fist? It was bizarre, but anything to do with Atlanteans was bizarre at this point in time.

Scrambling to his feet, he winced as pressure on the wound opened it a little, allowing a trickle of blood to begin flowing. He stumbled his way to the door way, leaning on it only to find the only one left in the room was one of the Atlanteans he was about to registered.

“Did, did you do….” He looked at her side, noticing the amount of blood around the same area where he had been shot. Had she somehow been shot when he was only grazed? It seemed absurd since she had been behind the car and he distinctly remembered feeling the sharp pain as the fragments ripped through his side.

“Thank… thank you, but are you alright?” Hobbling over to the girl, he picked up two chairs, placing them next to her, “you should rest for a bit, that wound was pretty serious.” For such an innocent looking girl, she had an amazing ability, one the world could do with; he didn’t want her to die.

Sitting opposite her, he tried to strike up conversation, “while you heal for a bit, why not tell me about yourself? What’s your name? How does your ability work? I would be happy to help with any questions you have.” He leant back in his chair, relief flooding his body as he relaxed the pressure on the wound.

Katerina Lukyanenko – Stockhom Atlantean Relief Centre, Sweden


”Sure, right this way,” Katerina was a bit sceptical of the man, but how could she deny him when both of the girls ran to his aid, each taking one arm to help him walk easier. The followed closely behind Katerina, she even held the door open for them to go ahead of her, and instead of bringing them back to the room with her other helpers, she instead walked them to a small study room.

Chairs were neatly arranged around a medium-sized wooden table in the centre of the room. Subtle profanities in Polish lay half wiped on the board, one even likening Atlanteans to the Germans or World War Two…

“Please, take a seat. The toilet is the next right down the hall, mister, I’m sorry your name was?” She asked him, “Santa-girl, could you please take this gentleman to the toilet down the hall? Just the next right, while I ask this other young lady about the incident,” She waved her hand at the girl who displayed an innate capability to fly.

“What might your name be?” She addressed Agnes.
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"Nyet. Da. Da, I know who you are, I vant you to tell me," Misha stated.

If he already knew the answer to his questions then he must be starving for conversation. Delta felt the small glass pieces from the broken window pierce into her skin-tight jeans. Misha made a swift turn into the next restaurant that he saw, his hunger had to be getting the best of him. She waited as Misha came around and flung open the door for her, which meant two things, that he was trying to be a gentleman and Delta couldn't escape. Somehow, she knew even if she tried he would catch her like he did before, why was she such an asset to him or rather his friends? It was only a matter of time before Delta found out, Misha would be a good little (yet really big) boy and tell her what she wanted to know at least that's what Delta hoped. As the waitress came up to their table she spoke her greetings in Polish but Delta couldn't help but laugh at Misha's face.

"I do not speak Polish," Misha said, "but if you make sis order and introduce yourself to me, I vill tell you vhy I am here for you."

"You have to tell me what you want," Delta replied and winked at the waitress. The younger generation in Poland all spoke English fairly well, but that would ruin the fun out of this dinner date. She spoke the next few lines in Polish, "Polish only, he's trying to learn. We'll need a few minutes, thank you. "

The waitress nodded her head, set menus in front of the duo then mentioned she would be back in a few moments (in Polish per request), and took her leave.

"Oh, yeah, the name's Del, but you already knew that." Her remark came after the waitress had taken a leave of absence. Delta then made a hand gestured at him as if to say "it's your turn now".
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Imogen Green - Atlantean Relief Centre, New York, United States of America


October 30th, 2012
As the boy with wings turned around with his friend, his face was met with another face - a woman's.

The first thing you'd notice about this woman was her beauty; she had long black hair tied up in a ponytail with a neat fringe, thin, black glasses covering her blue eyes, olive skin, a tight, red shirt showing her generous endowment, skinny jeans, heeled boots and just overall very attractive. The second thing was the four lines that trailed down her face, past her neck and into her shirt. They obviously weren't scars and anyone who had seen the news knew that it was an Atlantean tattoo. Her name was Imogen Green, but they didn't know that yet.

She smiled at the boy with the wings, cocking her head slightly.

"She was lying, by the way. She's not Atlantean and she didn't build this place. Anybody can see that your feathers are showing from the bottom of your shirt," she pointed through his waist, gesturing to the feathers poking out. Her accent was obviously American, but not a harsh one. Imogen leaned on one side, rolling her eyes at the girl who had walked away. "No Royal Family member struts like this. Not in front of nobodies like you. They keep their strutting for the press."

She smiled a little more alluringly, flicking her ponytail with her that wasn't leaning on her hip. It was probably hard to tell if she was flirting or not, though honestly she wasn't. This was just how she acted. With this face, anyway.

"What are your names, boys?"


Frederick Salusbury - Atlantean Relief Centre, Stockholm, Sweden


October 31st, 2012
"Eh... ha... ha..." Freddie had literally nothing else to say. Here were two girls both trying to help him, one of which was... haha... he'd rather not say. Not only was he very much embarrased, he had no idea what to do. He was sent here on a mission! Why couldn't he be all professional and just take what he came for?! "Yes I am... Atlantean... thank... you. Please, um... may I have my--?"

"Right this way," Ms. Lukyanenko led the way, each girl guiding him by the arm. Freddie knew his face was bright red, he didn't need a mirror to see that. The lady led them all into a small room, with chairs neatly arranged around a wooden table. Was there a school inside the Relief Centre? Because this looked awfully like a room Freddie would have pictured back in a library at his university.

"The toilet is the next right down the hall, mister," she gestured down a hall, "I’m sorry your name was?"

"Frankie," he blurted out. "Frankie Salesburt."

"Santa-girl, could you please take this gentleman to the toilet down the hall? Just the next right, while I ask this other young lady about the incident," she addressed the topless girl. Freddie shook his head rather viciously, trying to pull out of the girl's monster grip.

"P-please," he said, his Swedish still quite disjointed, "may the other girl show me? I am... uncomfortable."
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”Sure, right this way,” Mrs. Lukyanenko replied, though she was looking at him a bit sceptically. Arm in arm, the two girls escorted the goat-like man into a more private room, following Mrs. Lukyanenko's lead. Oh I feel like a high-class escort! And a foursome, this is going to be so much fun! Kim thought to herself as they entered the room, her imagination about situation running completely wild. Her fantasies were smashed into a thousand pieces when she looked around the room, there was no bed, no couch, nothing soft at all, no hand cuffs or ropes. It was just a plain boring room with a wooden chairs arranged around a medium-sized wooden table. Aww, nothing fun at all is in here. Sighing Kim pulled the man's arm in closer, making sure her breasts could completely engulf it.

"The toilet is the next right down the hall, mister," Mrs. Lukyanenko gestured down a hall, "I’m sorry your name was?" She stared at the man for a few moments before he eventually blurted out that his name was Frankie Salesburt.

Seemingly ignoring Frankie, she turned and began addressing Kim. "Santa-girl, could you please take this gentleman to the toilet down the hall? Just the next right, while I ask this other young lady about the incident,” She raised her eye brow slightly as she saw that Kim's top had miraculously disappeared but paid it not attention.

Sadly, Frankie wasn't as happy as Kim was on the idea of getting to spend some time alone. Shaking his head viciously he tried to pull away, annoyed at the thought of someone not wanting to be near her, she tightened her grip on his arm, pulling him in closer.

"P-please," Frankie said, his Swedish still a bit garbled, "may the other girl show me? I am... uncomfortable.” Shocked Kim pulled him in even closer before replying to Mrs. Lukyanenko's request.

“I certainly can Mrs. Lukyanenko,” She smiled as she spoke before returning her attention to Frankie. “Oh, and don't worry handsome, I'll make sure you're very.. comfortable.” As she finished her sentence she ran a finger down his chest to his belt line before winking. “Okay, let's-” Stopping completely, her hair began to shorten, very quickly as her figure began to change, growing slightly shorter.

A scream was let out as Kim dropped to the ground, letting go of Frankie and wrapping himself up tightly in his coat, overly thankful that she had decided to wear some clothes out this time. His face was red from the memories of what he had done and tears were running down his face. Curling up into a ball, his body was accidentally blocking the doorway, he closed his eyes and rocked slightly while he wept. “I-I-I-I-I,” He sobbed, hoping that he wouldn't have to see anyone else or say anymore; hopefully they would read his mind. Please just take me back to my room.
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As Will started walking, he turned right into the face of another woman. She had long, black hair that was up in a ponytail, olive skin and blue eyes framed by thin, black glasses. She wore an obnoxiously tight shirt that seemed to only serve to show off her breasts. She was also dressed in skinny jeans and high-heeled boots. That, however, was put out of mind when one saw the four black lines that trailed down from her face until they disappeared into her shirt. They marked her as being an Atlantean.

She smiled, cocking her head slightly.

"She was lying, by the way. She's not Atlantean and she didn't build this place. Anybody can see that your feathers are showing from the bottom of your shirt," she pointed at Will's waist, indicating a few stray feathers that poked out from beneath his clothing. Will frowned slightly, concentrating on the few stray feathers and changing them to a deep black, causing them to blend in with his clothing. He had learned that he could change the colors of his feathers, but he was still working on changing more than a few at one time.

The woman leaned in, rolling her eyes at Amelia. "No Royal Family member struts like this. Not in front of nobodies like you. They keep their strutting for the press." The woman's smile grew as she flicked her ponytail.

"What are your names, boys?"

Will frowned again. "I'm sorry, but I'm fairly certain you just called us nobodies a second ago. Why should you be interested in our names? Sure, maybe we both have abilities, but beyond that, what's the interest?" Will folded his arms in front of his chest, giving the woman a very un-amused look.

Brad glanced at Will, and then at the woman, and then back to Will. His boy didn't seem to be in the greatest humor right about now. Which was odd. Perhaps he was spending too much time in his super-powered fantasies. The media could be dangerous, these days.

Then again, the woman had insulted them.

Brad decided to take the lead. "I'm Brad, this is Will," he stated, motioning to Will. Will glared at him, and Brad could only respond to that with an awkward smirk. He hated to contradict Will in this state, and Will hated him doing so, but sometimes a more friendly approach had to be taken to learn something new. Will was normally better at that than Brad, but Will was in an odd mood at the moment. The stress from having to drive all the way to Albany just to not register himself. Not to mention the surplus of Atlanteans in the area.

"Anyways, you're probably more interested in feather boy over here, but . . . ," Brad just let the sentence hang right there. "Who are you, by the way?"
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Adeline Russo - Atlantean Relief Centre, London, England


October 31st, 2012
Another man entered the scene, this one that she recognised. The Librarian was here as James Hazen was the one he went looking for. And now they were all together and seemingly getting along. This was a good thing at least. This was what the Librarian had planned. Or hoped for.

"Girl, you take Oakley and go outside to this...taxi guy. Maybe we can trust him. I will meet you later and you can introduce me to this guy that needs to see me. James. Let's take care of the a**holes that came with this one," Nathaniel Calaway told her. She stared at him for a little while, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"They've already gone," she turned her head as a scream echoed through what was left of the building. It was a woman's and she knew it was one of the three... terrorists. "If you run after them, it will only be futile. Come with me."

She started to walk away, leaving Oakley North lying on the ground, dazy eyed and expressionless.

"W-wait!" she said, blinking and sitting up. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the three standing above her and the dead man on the wall. "Please don't leave me here! Please take me with you! I don't want to die..."

Adeline exchanged looks with her arm and her eyes. Then, she looked at the two men.

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

Oakley sniffed, wiping her tears away with her left hand. She lifted her right arm, shaking and wobbling and steadied herself, getting to her feet. She was still unsteady, even on both feet, leaning against the wall with her shoulder. Her right arm rested on the ground, but she still gripped her shoulder, hoping that the armour wouldn't move further up her arm.

"Then let's go."
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Minerva shook her head, disappointed in herself. She knew she had such little control over her ability, but she hadn't even tried. Not really. She hadn't exactly tried very hard at least. But what was she supposed to do? Stop worry about it stupid! It doesn't matter! She sighed as she pushed through the doors that she was directed to go through, chastising herself. She was here, and she couldn't change that. Arguing to herself about it would change nothing. She studied the room for a moment, noting the one guard standing by another door on the right side of the room, armed with some sort of assault weapon that was strapped to his chest. He looked pretty bored though, and was tiredly leaning against the wall with some headphones stuck into his ears. Looking about the rest of the room, it seemed like a pretty normal room. Chairs, a few tables, soft carpeted floor. The people in the room were much more interesting though. About a half dozen sat or stood in various places in the room, most of them bored looking, flipping through various magazines that must have been provided. A few were normal looking, but the others were quite strange looking. One of them, a middle aged woman had glowing eyes that shone purple, another had green tinted arms, and was amusing himself by causing a flower on a table to open and close. The third, a man had two enormous, completely disproportionate beefy arms and hands that were struggling turn the pages of a home decorating magazine. She began to feel thankful that her ability left her normal looking.

She barely had a few seconds to sit down before a woman pushed through the door on the other side of the room, causing the guard to quickly snap to attention and try to quickly stuff the headphones out of sight, which brought a slight smile to Minerva's lips. The smile quickly disappeared as the woman called out her name. She was quite amazed that she was called so quickly, but she couldn't argue. She did feel slightly bad about the rest of the occupants of the room still having to wait, but she quickly followed the other woman into the next room. The door closed behind them with a click, and the woman gestured a chair that sat opposite yet another desk. Great, more interviews.

“Hello Minerva, my name is River Beleren, I’m sorry we must conduct this interview in English, my Latvian is virtually non-existant, unless you speak Chinese or Japanese?” A joke. A weak one, but it never did take much to get Minerva laugh, or at least smile. It did make her feel more comfortable with the woman at least. “Before we start, do you have any questions regarding all this?”

Minerva smiled, "English is fine, and I am afraid that my Chinese and Japanese are just as bad as your Latvian. As for questions....well. I have plenty of those." She didn't want to overwhelm River with her questions, but at the same time she was bursting with so many of her own. Which to pick? She selected a few to start out with, very general ones at first. "I guess my first question is why me? For having powers I mean. And why now? I mean, it sure sounds like the Atlanteans have been around for a long time, but why? Just because of the things going on in Egypt? It sure seems like the Atlanteans would have been found out since then, and surely they must have manipulated their way out of that, right?"
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“What might your name be?” Katarina addressed Agnes as they entered the room. The dark skinned girl smiled widely and let go of Mr Goat's arm as she floated back down to the floor, only wincing slightly while doing so. Probably her neatest landing so far.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does sis interest you... Del?"


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Snippy?" Will mumbled to himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

“Nah, not really,” said Austin. His dad responded likewise.

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

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

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

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

"More on this story soon..."


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


“Hey, Austin. We’re here.” Austin snapped into focus.

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

“Okay, I’ll be at the shop until 5, and your mom will be home at 3.”

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

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

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

“Austin Tseng. T-S-E-N-G.”

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

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

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

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

“Hello,” said the doctor nonchalantly, “Slip?”

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

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

Austin responded quickly, “Lumokinesis.”

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

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

“Bye,” said the doctor. Austin waved, and exited the room. He turned left and proceeded to the end of the hallway, which wasn’t very far away. He sat in one of three chairs, all empty, while a guard stood beside him. He sighed, and turned his iPad back on.
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"They've already gone," the girl said as she turned her head following Nate's issuing of orders. A scream echoed through what was left of the building and it was a woman's voice which only unnerved Nate even more. Did she really expect Nate to abandon women, possibly children? And how did she know if they were gone? This was suspicious to say the least. It was doubtful they were working together. Otherwise, she would stopped Nathaniel from killing the smoking Atlantean. Unless he was a martyr to the cause. But she knew Nathaniel's name too, which made everything more confusing. There was only one way to find out what they wanted. "If you run after them, it will only be futile. Come with me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take me to your leader," She simply replied.
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October 31st, 2012



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

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

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

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

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

Eventually, James shrugged to himself, and proceeded out of the door, following wordlessly behind the three other Atlanteans to their next destination, wherever that may be.
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Old March 23rd, 2013, 11:05 PM
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Katerina Lukyanenko – Stockholm Atlantean Relief Centre, Sweden

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

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

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

Moving around the table, she dropped down to the boys level, “Are you alright? What’s your name?”

“Agnes, please take this man to the bathroom, we’ll deal with details later,” she spoke to the Swedish girl.
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"Men jag... Uh... Okej," Agnes replied in Swedish and slowly moved towards Mr Goat while keeping her eyes on Santa... Or what had been Miss Santa. "See you later?" she said to her- him. It?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Antonia Costa – New York Atlantean Relief Centre, America

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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