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Old May 7th, 2012 (03:36 AM).
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Helena Andersson - AUP Headquarters, France

The room was huge. Helena had a hard time understanding that there would be several rooms like this here. And they were all meant for training recruits in? Atticus took a seat by the wall, not intending to leave.

"No, it's fine if he wants to stay," Helena said with a smile in reply to the last question while she took off her ripped up leather jacket and put it on the floor next to Natalia's coat, giving a new smile to Atticus. She felt a little awkward for having posed all those questions to Atticus before, when it turned out it would be Natalia who trained her after all.

"Fine then," Natalia said, not completely content perhaps, but apparently leaving the subject and ignoring the man for the time being. "Bring your jacket here by the way."

With a quizzical look, Helana obeyed. Then they got started.

Natalia's ability was to walk through walls. It was probably more complicated than that, but Helena chose to think of it that way, in order to grasp it somehow. That ability didn't help the Swede much in the initial training, but Helena soon understood that there might have been other reasons for why Natalia made a good trainer. She was a rather strict but patient coach. She made Helena turn invisible, then distracted her. Again and again, Helena lost focus when Natalia asked her questions about her life in Stockholm, about her family or about other things that made her mind and thoughts wander. Helena grew tired rather quickly with the failures and at some point was close to snap at Atticus just for looking at her efforts. But she managed not to.

Helena took a deep breath and turned invisible for the countless'th time this night.

"Imagine your arms being invisible. Your legs are invisible. Your head is invisible," Natalia went on as she slowly strolled in a circle around the girl.

"I'm invisible, yeah," Helena muttered. She couldn't see her own fringe, nor her legs or arms.

"Do you have a boyfriend at home?"

This next question made her almost flinch for a second. Of course it was a rather obvious thing to ask about Helena's life at some point, especially since Natalia was starting to run out on questions about her family or history. But Helena had always found the subject of boyfriends a bit touchy. She wasn't sure why. Perhaps because she wasn't one of those pretty, tall, bright girls, but rather the tiny, athletic girl that was cute but maybe too tough to cuddle with. Or something. She got a little annoyed with her own thoughts and clenched both her fists. That was her old life, though. If this was her new life, then she would turn her bad energy into good energy. Or... or something.

Natalia stopped and looked at her. Helena sighed. Was she visible again?

"Well done," Natalia said and her eyes flew past the place where Helena was standing.

"I'm still invisible," Helena said, looking up at her bangs without seeing them. "That's..."

"Just remember how you did it," Natalia said and started strolling again in a wider circle. Helena could see Atticus smile where he was sitting and felt happier. Maybe she could learn how to do this after all!

They continued for some more rounds, and Helena did indeed manage to stay invisible true all of the coming distractions, even when Natalia poked her head from behind and threw Helena's jacket over her without warning. It looked quite funny, a black jacket just hanging in the air.

"That's our next problem," Natalia said when Helena finally turned visible again, panted a little and took the jacket down into her hands. "You say that you've been struggling with making objects other than yourself invisible."

"Yeah," Helena said, wrinkling her forehead. "It just happens, sometimes easily and sometimes without me noticing. Like the gun in Atticus' car... and a package of chewing gums just the other day." Just before she had seen those life changing news on TV...

"Well, what are you wearing?" Natalia asked, putting her hands on her hips. Atticus snickered in his corner, earning an angry look from his colleague.

Helena thought about it, looking down. "Clothes..."

"Objects. They turn invisible along with you. But you never think about them as extra objects. You see them as an extension to your skin when you turn invisible, right?"

She had never thought of that at all, nodding slowly now.

"It was the same when I started moving through objects. I thought that I couldn't take other objects or people with me. But my trainer," she smiled at some memory here, "opened my eyes to the obvious. It's all in your mind. How we choose to view things."

Helena nodded more eagerly. It made blatant sense. She wasn't a very mindful person, perhaps, but she wanted to make this work. "So I have to... just stop thinking about things as... things? And see them as parts of my body?"

"Well, it should be enough for you to realize that you are already able to make objects other than your own body go invisible. You've done it this whole time." She pointed at the jacket in her hands. "You weren't wearing that just now, and suddenly your mind saw it as a foreign thing. Here," she took it from Helena and stepped back a little. "Do it."

The Swede took a deep breath and turned invisible once again. It wasn't difficult at all to do it anymore. Thinking about it, she had probably stayed invisible for longer duration here in this room than ever before. She was already getting stronger...

"Now, here's your jacket. It's been disappearing along with you for the whole day before you took it off before. Right?" Natalia tossed the bundle that was the black jacket to Helena, who caught it with both her hands. Her invisible hands.

For a few seconds, it looked like the jacket floated in the air in front of her. The ripped arm gleamed in the light from the lamps above. "It's just my jacket," Helena mumbled. And with that, it disappeared like if it was turning into mist and then into nothing. "I did it!"

Natalia crossed her arms over her chest and smiled approvingly. Atticus clapped a little, but looked moderately interested still. Helena didn't care however. She had won a victory here.

"What's next?"

"We're soon done for the night, actually," Natalia said, looking at a clock. "Even Atlanteans need sleep, you know."

"Wait, just one more thing!" Helena said, turning visible again and moving up to the other woman, hesitantly grabbing her arm. "Can I try making you invisible?"

Natalia looked thoughtfully back at her for a moment. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try. It would definitely be useful if you were able to to that. But don't get your hopes up and don't be disappointed if you fail," she said.

Then she gently grabbed Helena's hand and removed it from her arm. "I will be observing though. Atticus will be the test subject."

A little gasp was heard from where the red head was sitting and both woman turned their heads his way. He got up from his place but looked a bit unwilling. "You know, just beause I have a tail doesn't mean I'm a lab rat. But alright."

"Just come over here. Her ability isn't an offensive one. There's no way you could be harmed if she doesn't make you invisible."

"If she tries it on you, you could try walking through a wall while being invisible! That would be even more useful."

"One thing at a time!"

Helena looked from one to the other. Natalia's eyes were sharp and serious, while Atticus smiled mischievously at her and walked up to stand beside the Swede. Natalia then stepped back and watched while Helena grabbed Atticus' sleeve carefully.

"I think it's better with skin contact," Natalia commented. "You just learned how to make a lifeless object turn invisible and it would be rather unpleasant if his clothes were the only things to disappear."

"Oh, for crying out loud," Atticus said in Swedish, rolled his eyes and grabbed Helena's hand briskly instead.

Helena hid a giggle before turning invisible. The immediate result was that Atticus stood and held hands with nothing. Natalia watched as if waiting for something.

"Um..." Helena said, trying to figure out how to do the same thing with a human as she had just done with a jacket.

"Don't you dare think of me as your clothing," Atticus muttered.

"You're not helping," Natalia said when Helena did giggle and turned visible again. "Again!" Her face wasn't looking as calm anymore, but at least it rather wore a look of interest that one of pure impatience.

Helena got a grip of herself by closing her eyes and calmly turning invisible. Atticus hand in hers felt big and strong. Would it help if she thought of him as a mannequin doll or something? A lifeless object. Then again... it was lifeless objects that had been the problem up to now. A living body was like her own body, and she was able to make it disappear with hardly any effort at all now. So if she just imagined the hand she held... as a continuation of her own arm. With her eyes closed, she imagined Atticus tall body in her mind. It was almost as if she could feel it through the small contact they had through their hands. Feel it and make it disappear along with her...

"Good!" she heard Natalia's voice exclaim.

"Is it... working?"

"Ugh..." Atticus said weakly and Helena decided to open her eyes slowly, without losing the focus she had worked so hard on earning earlier.

Atticus arm looked like it was dissolving, inch by inch. By the time it reached his shoulder, his eyes were big as teacups and stared down. Then he let go and his arm plopped back into visible existence again.

"Why did you let go?" Natalia angrily said.

"One thing at a time!"

"Don't give me that!"

Helena turned back visible too, ignoring the quarreling. She smiled and looked down at her hands. Good work, she told them, or her body, or herself. She wasn't sure of who she could thank for this, but the worries from before took up little place in her mind now. She could turn invisible and no matter how you regarded that fact, it was freakishly cool.


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Old May 8th, 2012 (08:27 PM).
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Nikolai Afon - AUP Headquaters

"Alright Nikolai," Wade said, gesturing to the hub of computers linked together in the room, "This is your training. On each of these computers, there is a specific line of code, a key, if you will. This "key" will be heavily guarded by multiple layers of programs determined to keep you away. Each time, you will need to retrieve the code, then move on to the next computer to find the next key. Once you have found one from all twelve computers, enter the thirteenth computer here," gesturing again to another computer, "and enter all twelve codes to end the training. Using my ability of reading minds and such, I'll enter yours, and will monitor your progress. Are you ready?"

Nikolai grinned, hoping now for a real challenge. "Lets do it." Nikolai sat on a chair in the middle of the room, and cleared his mind of all thoughts. Extending his mind outward, he felt around, more stumbling blindly than searching, until he encountered the first computer he was to enter. Allowing himself to be sucked into the computer, his mind went blank, then the information brought light to his eyes in streaks of light. The colors solidified forming concrete images. Nikolai looked with confusion on the world he had discovered inside the computer, looking strangely similar to the movie Tron. After a moment, Nikolai heard a voice inside his head, first vague mumbling, then solidifying into words. "Nikolai, can you hear me?"

Nikolai winced for a moment at the contact, then replied, "Yeah. I can hear you. Why does everything look like this?"

Wade grunted, "Give me a moment. Ah! Hmm, interesting. Well, how I see it, when you enter something with your mind, your brain wants to process it into something familiar, something you can relate the information being processed to. In your case, being in the computer terminals reminded your mind of the Tron movie, so your brain processed the information into that kind of understandable form. Make sense?"

"Yeah, I think so." He started walking along what appeared to be a highway, with a large city in the background. "I suppose that's where I will find what I am looking for. If only there was a way to get there faster..." As he said this, a jet black motorcycle appeared, with streaks of yellow light on the side. "Now this is more like it." He quickly hopped on the bike an took off towards the city zooming along the digital highway. "Aren't you going to be constantly nagging away at me Wade? Seeing as how you are a voice in my head, that is."

Wade laughed, echoing inside Nikolai's mind. "Well Nikolai, this is training, but also an evaluation of how good you exactly are. So while I would love to be picking away at your sanity being the voice in your head, I'll remain silent and watch for the most part. And I don't think that there is much I can help you with here, most of it will be up to you."

"Fine." The bike accelerated along the highway, and Nikolai arrived at the city quickly, decelerating as he entered the city. It was strangely desolate, as if the large city with digital skyscrapers had been abandoned, and was now only a ghost town. He continued through the city, moving slowly towards the center where he hoped to find the key he was looking for. Nikolai kept a vigilant eye, and accelerated into an alleyway and braking immediately. He poked his head out to confirm what he though he had seen, a lone man walking down the center of the road. He checked the functions available to him on his bike, and selecting "Identify" he targeted the man, who still hadn't seen him yet. The bike ran a diagnostic for a moment, then came up with a name flashing on a digital readout on the dashboard of the bike saying "Norton Security". Nikolai grinned, this was going to be a breeze. He accelerated quickly out of the alley and drove straight for the program, who now finally noticed him and started to sound an alarm. The program was just a moment too late however, as Nikolai rammed the bike into the program, smashing it to the digital concrete and exploding into hundreds of tiny pixels.

Wade spoke up, "Well that was....one way of doing it. I hope you realize that you cant just run over everything you see and win, right?"

"Yeah, I know." There was a large thud that shook the ground, and a large mech lumbered around the corner, its footsteps beating the earth. "Doesn't look like I will be running over that any time

Later...

Seven computers and many battles later, Nikolai exited from the computers, his head pounding, drenched in sweat. His heart pounded and he felt weak, which was strange seeing as all the work he had done had been mental. Wade got up from a chair on the other side of the room, and walked over. "Good job. You made some excellent progress today, I for one am very pleased at your progress. With some work...well, the things you could do! Getting there wont be easy though."

Nikolai got up from his chair, his legs weak, still strangely tired from the training. "So what happens now?"

"Now, we sleep! Even we Atlanteans cant go without sleep! And besides, it sure looks like you need it. Don't worry, this stuff wont be going anywhere. We can get back to it tomorrow. If you're still up for it that is."

The tall Russian grinned. "Up for it? That was some of the most fun I've had in my life! Difficult and exhausting, but fun." Nikolai yawned, "Sleep sounds pretty good right now though." The man only vaguely remembered Wade leading him to where he would be sleeping at AUP, and collapsing on the sheets, allowing himself to fall into the oblivion of his dreams.
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Cira & Alex Gaile - Under the Vatican, Rome, Italy


The thin journal didn't have much to it in terms of taking up space, looked like it had some water damange, and had a few pages torn out, but it was still full of content.

Taking the alternative name of Benjamin Hornigold, I became a pirate for the adventure and to see what pirating could bring, but I never expected to become a captain of my own vessel and a crew of well over a hundred so soon! However, I was happy to have a trusty second-in-command who was full of potential, Edward Teach. He learned the things I did as I showed him. The young man didn't even realize he had an unawakened ability to breathe underwater by developing gills when he's submerged, which only made him that much more useful a pirate, and an excellent swimmer. I handed over command of my previous sloop of ships to the promising Teach once I acquired my thirty-gun vessel, the Ranger.

...

I tried to refrain from attacking English vessels out of my pride, but the crew... they seemed to disagree with me. They didn't have a care to give, and I was hearing talks of mutiny. And it certainly happened; I was overthrown. I didn't want to put up a fight with my own crew when they came to a consensus over me. I was left with a single vessel and my crewmen who continued to believe in me. I recalled something about a pardon, as well, so I went to the King who issued them.


The rest of the journal went on to talk about how "Benjamin" became a pirate hunter after receiving his pardon in the Bahamas. Edward Teach, his former lieutenant and then known as Blackbeard, was even one of his commissioned targets. In 1719 he supposedly died by crashing his boat into an uncharted reef during a hurricane, but considering he was up and running, on top of cooking and actively using thousands upon thousands of different abilities, the crew may have just been too lazy or scared to search after washing up. The journal had a piece of newspaper in it about that, and that ended the book.

He decided against reading about the latrines. Either that, or one of the pages that were ripped out had the tale of the horrendous loo in them. By the time Cira finished, it was well past midnight and figured he needed to get some sleep. Leaving the Librarian's journal on the nightstand next to the bed, he picked out a set of pyjamas from the closet and headed to bed. It took a little longer than usual, since he was adjusting, but the necessity for getting used to his ability and the distraction from the book got him to sleep easier.
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Old May 10th, 2012 (03:57 PM).
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Erika listened to Daniel's response and her brow furrowed. The way he phrased it made it sound like these assignments were going to be a problem. If they weren't bad, there'd be no need to be so vague! ...After a brief moment Erika shook her head no and got up, briefly adjusting her over-sized pants before turning to face Daniel.

“I guess that's all I've got for now...”

She looked at Daniel expectantly however, as if she did in fact have another question. This however might seem like an obvious answer though. She didn't know where, specifically, she was staying! She quite frankly didn't expect to be able to easily find what she assumed was something akin to a hotel room on her own. It suddenly occurred to Erika that she had no idea how long she'd be staying here. This adventure had so far turned out to be quite unnerving for various reasons. She supposed she was still here by choice though. She might as well hope for the best, as there was nothing really stopping her from heading home if she felt like she needed to.
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Brian Sheppard - Atlantean Mansion, Boston, England

Brian simply looked at Cobalt in amazement. Apparently, the Oracle was an original Atlantean and even immortal. Well, Brian thought. That would explain her really old age.

Brian felt odd to have met someone so old and possibly powerful. At first, he thought she was an Atlantean like him, though with the power to see the future. Instead, she was someone even older than the Greek Empire as well as someone mentioned in it's history. She had been known as the Oracle at Delphi, a person he had heard about when his class had read part of one of the ancient Homeric Hymns. She was practically the Oracle.

Impatience entered his thoughts as silence occurred between him and Cobalt. "Oh," Brian started, finally feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. "Sorry about that. There isn't really anything else I need to ask. I mean, it's probably bedtime anyways so why keep talking."

Brian yawned as the wind went through his hair and[ continued to follow Cobalt through the night. Yep, it was certainly time for bed.
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Old May 12th, 2012 (11:58 PM).
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Helena Andersson - AUP Headquarters, France

They didn't try freaking Atticus out anymore, but Natalia did force Helena to go through some more concentration training before she finally called it a night slightly later than planned. As Atticus led Helena back from the training floor to someplace she could sleep in, the Swedish girl had her head full of thoughts. Atticus noticed.

"Hey, try not to think about stuff too much. I've found that it's probably better to just, uh, go along with all this now."

She looked up at him as they entered the elevator and he pressed the number 8. What was his story, really? He had stopped Emil before it could be told, not even briefly. But she wouldn't ask. Maybe it was better to just go along with it, like he said. The fright that caused outburst before, was gone now.

"Sorry about earlier... again," she felt obligated to say.

Atticus shrugged with a simple smile. "I don't blame you for being freaked out by Emil."

Helena almost let out a giggle again. What was with all this giggling lately? They reached floor 8 and went out. It seemed like Atticus wasn't sure what room was hears, because he peeked in through every other door as to see if it was unoccupied. Finally, he seemed to find one where the sheets were newly changed and no bags or stuff lay around, save one. The bag that Helena had packed and brought on that day when she had gone to the Atlantean Center to be registered and brought before the Royal family... earlier today. So much had happened in one single day. She felt like she wasn't the same person anymore. She was now a super hero who could turn invisible, and she had one friend who had a tail, one who could speak to machines and one who could walk through walls. A look from Atticus told her that he noticed her thinking too much again. She gave him an excusing smile.

"You've got your own bathroom," he said. "Somebody will probably wake you up for breakfast. Godnatt!" And with that, he closed her door. His footsteps quickly died in the hall outside.

Helena got changed and brushed her teeth very fast. When she lay in the bed, which was pretty comfy thankfully, she tried to do what the red haired man had told her to; just go along with it. It would be a new day tomorrow, anyways.

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Old May 17th, 2012 (02:23 PM).
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“That was some talking,” Michael jumped as Stephanie whispered in his ear as he closed the door behind Oakley.

“What the-” he exclaimed, “have you been here the whole time?!” She must have heard everything they had spoken about, something Michael wasn’t even sure he was really happy talking to Oakley about, but they had needed to.

“I was here all along,” she stroked Michael’s shoulder, “like I said; my Pheromone Manipulation makes it so people don’t notice me. You just didn’t notice me there.” Stephanie stopped stroking and kissed Michael on the cheek.

Michael hesitated, he wasn’t sure what to do, but for some strange reason, he felt relaxed around Stephanie. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but he liked her, something about her enticed him, bringing him in closer and ensnaring him. Michael didn’t complain; he enjoyed it. “You are amazing,” he turned around to face her, staring into those green, cat-like eyes of her.

Michael leaned in for a kiss however Stephanie pulled away, grapping his hand instead and leading him around to the door. “Stick close to me and be quite, we’ll have some fun…” she smiled that wicked smile at him that drew him in more and more; the mysteriousness of her enticing him further.

No one saw them as they half-crept, half-ran through the mansion, down the stairs and out into the cool night air beyond. They ran for about five minutes before slowing down to a brisk walk, the mansion now a fair distance behind them. Out of breath, he laughed nervously, trying to breath in between gasps. Michael had always been one for following rules, stepping out of line and getting in trouble wasn’t really his style; it was exhilarating to finally do so. “Where are we going?” he managed to huff between breaths.

“There’s a local tavern on the outskirts of town, we can grab a drink there,” Michael simply nodded in agreement as she laced her fingers in his and they walked hand in hand down the dark, lonely road.

“So why me?” Michael looked down at his feet, and then across at Stephanie, “Why are you only showing yourself to me?” It was the one question that had plagued Michael’s mind since their meeting only a couple of hours ago.

Stephanie went quiet, so Michael gave her fingers a little squeeze but she still looked off into the distance as she continued walking, “Having Pheromone Manipulation as an ability, you become aware of how people are feeling just by their smell, and in some cases, you find two people whose smell, whose pheromones match perfectly. You are that guy for me Michael, the guy whose pheromones match mine perfectly.” She turned and kissed him, this time on the lips.

Michael’s heart began to race, the kiss allowing endorphins to flood his system and his heart flutter madly. It isn’t every day you meet a girl proclaiming that she is attracted to your smell, but Michael had not been in a relationship for a long time, he wasn’t complaining, and deep down inside himself, he knew he really liked this girl too, he just did not want to admit it.

It was well past midnight when they returned, slightly drunk as they snuck back into the Mansion, trying to keep quiet as they tip toed to Michael’s room. They had spent hours at the pub, dancing to the music on the stereo while people around them cheered at the football and drinking all manner of beer and spirits. Laughing quietly to themselves, they collapsed on Michael’s bed, somehow crawling under the sheets and falling asleep, Michael’s arms wrapped around Stephanie’s body.

Michael was woken up by a sharp rasp on his door that aggravated the hangover that clouded his brain. “Yeah?” he answered back, pulling the pillow over his head.

“Get dressed, quickly.” Blayze ordered from behind the door. Michael grudgingly agreed chucking on the clothes he had worn the previous day. A quick look in the mirror showed bags under his eyes as he tried to stifle a yawn. Once dressed, he followed Blayze down to the cafeteria where many of the students were already finishing their breakfast. Grabbing a plate full of food, he made his way to an empty table, looking around for Oakley as the majority of people began filing out.
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Old May 20th, 2012 (04:37 PM). Edited May 20th, 2012 by Skymin.
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Atticus Forsberg - AUP Headquarters, France

Morning. Ugh. Well, at least it was better than last night, waking up in a cold room in Sweden. France was not that much less cold, but the AUP Headquarters had heating where as that dingy motel that would apparently 'attract less attention' (according to Annie. Maybe that was a prank?) did not. Atticus rolled out of bed, prepping himself for the day. He quickly showered, washing out his hair (but not with shampoo. Self-made oils were the only way, which Annie and Natalia found rather disgusting) and got dressed into something comfortable, like he always did; t-shirt, jeans, his favourite leather jacket and a pair of converse, with his tail wrapped up around his body. He was glad the AUP always supplied people with extra clothes and these ones were not half bad. He had been wearing his last lot of clothes for two days now since he refused to be bare skinned at all during his time in Sweden. He silently cursed his father's heritage.

He emerged back into the main part of his room and noticed a pair of dark blue jeans on his bed side table. They probably had been there the whole time but Atticus had failed to notice them in his groggy state; all he knew is that he didn't put them there. He picked them up and inspected them, noticing a note pinned to the front with what looked like Swedish hastily written on the front. Annie, no doubt.

Bär det högt och stolt! Kontrollera rumpan. - Annie

Like the note said, he checked the back of the pants, noticing a small, clean cut hole fashioned into the jeans. Loud and proud, huh? He quickly changed his pants and let his tail push out the hole. Damn that Annie, but he smiled anyway.

Atticus glanced at his clock (7:18am) left his room and continued down a hall, looking left and right in the room doors until he hit Helena's. He poked his head in quickly, Helena still sleeping quietly. She looked totally at peace but what he found most amusing was that her own visibility wavered in and out as if someone was flicking a lightswitch on and off. It reminded him of stories he had heard about Natalia from Annie, about how when she first found her ability years ago, she also accidently used her ability in her sleep and had to always sleep on the bottom floor or else she would fall through not just her bed, but entire floors.

"Helena? It's morning," he said, waiting for her to stir. When she opened her eyes, he gave her a thumbs up. "Rise and shine. I'm meant to take you to breakfast. But you can shower and stuff first. I'll be outside." And left with another thumbs up.

He wandered down about three doors until Atticus found Nikolai's door. Again, he poked his head in, finding the Russian to still be asleep and stepped in, repeating Nikolai's name until he woke.

"Hey Nikolai. Time to wake up," he said, having to prod Nikolai to make him wake. "I'm supposed to take you to breakfast. Shower and get dressed, I'll be outside!" And gave Nikolai a thumbs up and left the room. He didn't go far, leaning on a wall in between the two doors, waving hello to other members who had managed to drag themselves out of bed and were walking their way down the hall to the elevator. Now, which floor was the kitchens again?

Adeline "Otto" Russo - Under the Vatican, Rome, Italy

Adeline woke up in the morning much later than she usually did. She didn't sleep often but tonight, she had slept for a whole eight hours! Usually, her average was between four and a half and six but eight? She must have really worn herself out to slept in that late. Or perhaps she was having a pleasant dream, though she didn't remember it at all.

A glance at the clock (07:42) and a change of clothes and Adeline was strolling down the hallway, her ears perked up as she heard voices in the main kitchen. She didn't bother eavesdropping, walking through and not batting an eyelid at the newcomer seated comfortably in one of the dining chairs, hands clapped around what looked like a delicious coffee. Of course, the Librarian had said he expected guests in the morning.

The Librarian himself was at the kitchen bench, creating some kind of culinary masterpiece while exchanging casual conversation but clapped his hands as Adeline revealed herself.

"Oh! Dearest Adeline, you're awake!" he beamed at her as he usually did when he welcomed her each morning. "You certainly slept in, didn't you? How unusual of you! You must have been exhausted!"

"Yes."

"Well," he pressed on, gesturing a hand towards the guest. "This is a representative from the AUP. Her name is Natalia Zaytsev!"

"Good morning, Adeline. It's a pleasure to meet you," Natalia put her hand out to shake Adeline's hand. Adeline only stared at the hand before Natalia slowly pulled it back.

"It is Otto."

"Oh yes, I do keep forgetting your nickname," the Librarian obviously lied. He didn't forget a lot of things. "Did you know Natalia is Russian? Isn't that wonderful! Russia is such a mysterious place. Each time I go, it seems to have new secrets to share with me! Well, actually, the North Pole is probably more mysterious since it's such a wasteland but so beau--

"Sir," Adeline interjected.

"Yes, I'm sorry to interrupt your story," Natalia took a sip of her coffee. It looked and smelt incredibly strong, "but unfortunately this was intended to be a meeting of business, not pleasure."

"Why can it not be both?" the Librarian mused. Natalia smiled back politely.

"Unfortunately not," she continued. "Mr. Bernot has told me to meet with you today to try and rekindle our relationship. Unfortunately, as he has told me, your communications with eachother have been rather... stretched?"

"Hm, yes..." the Librarian (with slight distaste) took a sip of his own coffee as he kneaded dough into perfect bases for Apple Turnover. Adeline took her own seat at the dining table opposite Natalia, carefully picked one of the many crossiants in the center of the table and began to slowly munch on it.

"Mr. Bernot apologises for his lack of communication and hopes he can make up for his mistake."

"Where is Mr. Bernot on this fine morning? Why has he sent you to deliever his apology and not come here himself?"

"Unfortunately, he has been quite busy with his current project. I'm sure he would have come out himself if he was not so wrapped up in it all," Natalia polietly chewed her strawberry tart. The Librarian's face remain unchanged. It was not often he looked annoyed. Natalia seemed to notice this too. "He really hopes you do accept his apology. The AUP very much miss your support. And if you do accept his apology, Mr. Bernot is willing to give you full intel and information on all of our past, present and planned projects for the future."

Now, the Librarian turned to her with a hint of a smile in his face. Natalia looked almost worried, if one could do that with a straight face. She had kept her cool the entire time, despite the Librarian's hesitance to answer. She must have been used to things like these.

"Dear Emilio does know how to treat his friends well," the Librarian turned back to his turnovers. Was that sarcasm? Adeline wasn't sure. "Well, Ms. Zaytsev, I will accept your proposition but Emilio doesn't really need to give me access to all his intel; I already know what's going on."

Natalia widened her eyes a little.

"You already know?"

The Librarian gave a chuckle and smiled quite slyly, spooning the apple mixture into his turnovers. They looked delicious already.

"Please, Ms. Zaytsev, you people do need to not assume there is anything I do not know."
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October rolled over, placing a kiss on the lips of the hulking Adrian beside her. She ran her fingers lightly up and down one of his arms, marvelling at the extra pair of arms that wrapped around her. All four arms were the same length, and Adrian’s training meant they were quite muscular as well allowing him to lift up to twice what he could with one set. After meeting with Adrian and bringing him back to the Syndicate, they had hit it off, training together as they got along quite well. Neither regarded Jeremy with anything but disdain, however Jeremy brought that on himself when he chose not to fight. So they ended up being the only two training, and despite being pitted against each other multiple times, soon became close.

She was interrupted by the sharp, incessant beep of the alarm clock on the bedside table. Rolling over, she whacked the top of it, hitting the snooze button that would allow for ten more minutes of rest. When she rolled back, she was greeted by an open-eyed Adrian.

“Morning, how was your sleep?” He asked her, briefly resting his eyes before opening them again.

October cuddled further into Adrian’s ripped body, “The best in a while, it’s been lonely without you here.”

“I’m back now,” he wrapped his arms around October, giving her a hug, “so it’s back to the normal routine. I assume Fletcher and Jeremy are up already, I’ll go wake up the younger ones, can you wake up Erika and the other guy?”

Something sparkled in October’s eye, “you mean Leon? Of course I can!” She slipped into a bra and underwear, throwing on one of Adrian’s shirts that came down to just above her knees. She left the room, blowing a kiss towards Adrian on the way out.

Walking lightly down the hall, she watched each nameplate carefully, looking for the one with “Leon Nef” etched into it. It didn’t take her long before she found it. Carefully opening the door, she made her way into the room, creeping over to the sprawled figure. Taking off Adrian’s shirt, she bent over till her face was only an inch from Leon’s face. “Wake up, sexy,” she whispered in his ear.

Leon opened his eyes and observed the figure in front of her, before replying, "How much?" a smirk covering his face.

Slapping Leon across the cheek, she pulled Adrian’s shirt on, storming out of the room and slamming the door. Angry, she made her way down to Erika’s room, composing herself into a nicer mood before knocking politely and entering.

“Erika dear, its breakfast time,” she said cheerily with her head through the door. She closed the door behind her, making her way down the hall and into the lounge area where Jeremy sat at one end with Fletcher. October positioned herself at the other end of the table, ordering a bowl of muesli and yoghurt.

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Once October left, Adrian stretched out in bed before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and putting on the pair of jeans sitting on the floor from yesterday. He was still quite tired, after having spent only a couple of days in America had been enough to give him bad enough jetlag. The world still felt like it was uneven, but not to the extent it had been when they arrived, so apart from a couple of minor stumbles, he had no trouble really moving.

Adrian left his room in time to see October enter Leon’s room, her apparent excitement about waking Leon up worried him; Adrian knew October well enough that she was probably going to try and annoy him in some way. Regardless, Adrian walked in the opposite direction, coming to the doors of the two new recruits; Jericho Heiko and Archie Reevs.

He knocked quite loudly on both doors before he entered them, “Up and at it guys, get dressed and join us for some breakfast!” he announced before leaving them to their own devices and headed towards the kitchen. At the table already sat Jeremy and Fletcher at one end, with October at the other end, slowly eating her muesli and yoghurt. Adrian ordered Bacon and Eggs accompanied by a protein shake and joined October at the table, sitting next to her as he waited for his meal to be brought out to him.

Every so often, he would look up at the door, waiting for the others to arrive for breakfast until his freshly made breakfast was served in front of him.
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There was a loud knock on the door, which then opened and Adrian entered the room.

Up and at it guys, get dressed and join us for some breakfast!” He announced before retreating from the room.

Right see...” Archie yawned “...you at breakfast.” He said to no one in particular. He gave the alarm clock a brief glance before deciding to snooze for a couple more minutes. After a couple of minutes had passed he propped himself up and looked around his room. It was strange to think of this as his room but it was now. There was also the fact that he wouldn't be studying any more but it was too much to thinks about so soon after waking. The first thing that he did was locate the clothes that he took off yesterday, he noted that his stuff hadn't arrived yet. But then again he hadn't expected it to, it would have been a little creepy if it had all just appeared in his room over night.


He pulled on his jeans and t-shirt and washed in his en-suite. Looking in the mirror he saw that his hair was a mess an what with having no hair gel he couldn't sort it out. Well at least he didn't have to wear that jumpsuit. Finally done with his ablutions he left his room and headed into the main living quarters.

Morning.” He nodded in the direction of the Syndicate guys who were already eating breakfast. Four of them sat around the table. At on end sat October, who was wearing so little as to be distracting, next to her sat Adrian with a protein shake and a half eaten plate of eggs and bacon. With his extra arms and body builder diet Archie made a mental note not to mess with him. At the other end of the table sat Jeremy, the person who out of everyone here Archie felt he knew the bast and a little kid. The kid was only like six or seven. So was Jeremy a dad, he seemed too young to be a father.

Anyway he ordered him self toast and a glass of orange juice. He waited for his orange juice before heading over to the table. The seat he choose was opposite Adrian. He took a sip of his orange juice before looking up at Adrian.

So what's the plan today?” He asked, trying to ignore October who was wearing what looked to be one of Adrian's shirts. “Training? Have you, as in the Syndicate you not you personally, got some kind of training plan for each of us?” Archie's toast arrived, he took a couple of pieces off the rack and began to butter them. “Oh and I didn't really introduce myself yesterday, did I. I'm Archie.” He added offering Adrian a hand shake, which isn't easy due to the fact that he had four arms. “Though you may already know that.” He spread some marmalade on his toast and began to eat.
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Helena Andersson - AUP Headquarters, France

She was flying with the clouds... The air was warm. The sun was right in front of her and seemed to talk to her. It shone brightly... it told her to come closer. Where everything was bright, everything was good. No darkness. Darkness was evil. And she was good. She was flying...

"Helena?"

Her eyes flew open. That wasn't the voice of the sun... wait what? Stirring a little, she blinked drowsily and saw a doorway. In it, Atticus Forsberg stood, giving her thumbs up. Oh. She wasn't at home, even. The room around her was more barren than her own, and she wasn't even laying in her own bed.

"It's morning, rise and shine. I'm meant to take you to breakfast," Atticus said. "But you can shower and stuff first. I'll be outside." Giving her another thumbs up, he then left her alone, closing the door behind him.

Helena took a minute to just sit in her bed and think, slowly letting her body and brain wake up. The AUP... she had joined them as an Atlantean. A girl with a superpower. Shaking her head, she went out of the bed and got ready.

10 minutes later, she closed the door behind her and looked for Atticus in the corridor. She had only put on a little mascara, nothing more. She hadn't brought a lot of make up stuff anyways - she had had no idea of what fate she would face when she had packed the bag to go to the Atlantean Centre yesterday. Was it only yesterday? It felt so distant... yesterday morning. The day had been so eventful.

She wore a pair of "boyfriend jeans" which were curled up a bit by the ankles and a weakly apricot colored blouse with slightly puffy, short sleeves, but she had left her beanie hat in her room because she thought somebody might think she was rude if she wore it indoors. In Sweden, nobody really cared. Now her hair was rather frizzy and hadn't really dried yet after the shower, her fringe hanging down over her eyebrows. Another thing about Sweden; she always took off her shoes whenever she was going indoors there. Here, she wasn't really sure, but she had put on her white Converse shoes anyways. Silver earrings and the white wrist watch was as usual the only jewelry she wore.

It didn't take her long to spot Atticus leaning against a wall waiting for her. She gave him a little wave before approaching him. "God morgon. I don't think I said that when you, uh, woke me up before," she said to him in Swedish.
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Jericho's eyes flew open to the thunderous sound of mad banging on his door. His eyes relaxed as well as his body, smoothly slipping into a mood of half awakeness, half sleep. His lids, close to closed tempted his journey back into sleep. It wasn't time to wake up yet, not for another three hours or so. That sleepiness took more blows when a voice, that sounded louder than it needed to be, attacked his ears. A voice that he didn't recognize. The haze of wakefulness had him in some sort of confused daze. The voice echoed in his head, telling him to get out up for... Breakfast? His brain was incredibly slow processing what exactly was going on. He blinked in a sluggish manner, his eyes making a quick look around the room. As usual, his things were placed on dresser tops and his bedroom chair sat in its usual corner. The only problem was that... That the dresser wasn't in the right place. Jericho gave another look at the room. And... And it was... Bigger. Wait, what...? This room... Wasn't his.

Jeri shot up from his laying position, sitting up straight and eyes wide. His covers slipped off of his body, disturbed by his sudden movements. Holy sh*t where was he!? His eyes shot around the room, suddenly taking notice of the fact that this was definitely not the place he went to sleep in yesterday. His heart raced for a moment and then slowed. Oh! Oh.... Oh. He was here. Totally forgot. Jeri frowned as his memory returned to him. Thinking about it, it was like a bad dream. One of those really weird ones that make sense in your head, but sound really stupid when you tell them out loud. Jeri groaned. Why did he say yes. It hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours yet and he already regretted his decision being here. He liked it less than he had yesterday, a liking that slowly declined as he got more acquainted with the organization.

He wondered if anyone would notice if he didn't come down to breakfast or whatever that guy was talking about when he came to his door. Where was breakfast even at? He had no idea, and thus, had a viable excuse for why he didn't come down.

Great! Plan established, now to take a piss.

Jericho pulled his covers off of him, but stopped midway. He looked at the covers, perplexed for a moment. A didn't recall sleeping under the covers last night. In fact, he'd definitely slept above them. Wow... Weird. Anyways. He hopped out of bed, making his way to the bathroom conveniently added into the design of his room. Entering, the bathroom was rather nice. The floor tiles were a dark beige and the walls and little intricacies all fit together to match nicely. The was a bath (with shower head) included and near it was a good sized counter top with a medicine cabinet above its head. Wait... What? Jeri eyed the counter top. It was brown colored and smooth, completely smooth, as in... No sink. Well where the hell was he supposed to wash his hands? The bathtub? He imagined himself bent to the faucet, scrubbing away with perfumed soaps. No, he wasn't going to do that. Jericho's eyes casually went to the toilet. Really, this was just unsatisfa-- ...

No f*cking way... Jericho walked towards the toilet, eyes wide, amazed. The toilet was not of the traditional shape. Instead of the ovular top, long bottom, the toilet featured a more geometric shape. It was more like... An L, a small one stuck to the wall. The actual toilet seat was on the leg of the L, the cover shaped like a comfortable square. And on top, right where the tank was supposed to be, was no tank, but in fact... A sink! The sink was mounted on top of the godd*mn toilet. The faucet even had a knob for flushing attached to it. On the side of the sink, at the center of its length, was a circle door. Jeri raised a brow. What was...? He bent down and pressed the door open. A trash can. It was a trash can, guys. The toilet had a trash can!

As far as toilets go, this had to be, by far, the most equipped toilet he'd ever seen. He could take a piss, wash his hands, and then throw away his trash all without walking two steps! To add to all of that, there was a small seat, within leg range, from the toilet's end. He could put his feet up while he took a sh*t. Now that was just... Great. Granted the seat was probably actually an island for a book or magazine and he probably be relaxed enough while taking a dump to lean back and read a book, but still! The mere idea added to the awesome. The only way this toilet could get better would be if they moved the medicine cabinet over the sink and then transferred the whole ensemble into the bathtub. Now that would make a fully functioning toiletry system!

As amazing as this was though, he had to stop. He actually did need to use the restroom. After which so, the daily rituals of the morning commenced. After a shower and the careful consideration of putting on clothes (which was also somewhat disturbing since all of his clothes (and I do mean all of them) were in those drawers or, alternatively, the closet. His room back home must have been empty.) he was almost ready. He wore black jeans and a pink hoodie which was thicker than the black one he wore yesterday. On the torso of the hood was the colorful logo of a surfing man with waves all around. Underneath and in the usual large, capitalized letters, it read CAPRISUN. Under his hoodie he wore a dark green shirt.

Back into the bathroom, Jericho opened his medicine cabinet. Just like back home it was arranged precisely. His toothbrush and toothpaste on the bottom shelf, and all the ones above it filled with various candies like Reese's, M&M, Snicker's and the so and such. He grabbed a bag of M&Ms and pocketed it before he started brushing his teeth. As usual, the act of taking a shower made him hungry, starving almost, so he decided he'd probably need to get some breakfast. There was something about water than made him hungry...

Finishing making his whites the more pearly, Jericho left his room, yawning as he did. He walked down the hall, hands in the pockets of his jacket. Now where was the kitchen again? He hardly remembered, even if he was in there just yesterday. He traveled by vague memory, trying to remember if the turn was here and not there. He made a few mistakes, but found the kitchen in a decent amount of time. When he came in, he immediately saw October and... and... uhm... Four armed guy. Yeah. His last description of him probably made him out to be worse than he really was. All of his arms were pretty proportionate to each other, but that didn't change the fact that a guy with four arms was not as cute as it was in real life as it was in a comic book or video game or TV show or any sort of unrealistic media (or would that all be realistic now? Since apparently everyone in this building had superpowers). He wasn't wearing a shirt either, which just made viewing the extra arm thing sort or worse. Maybe he didn't realize how weird that looked, or maybe he didn't care. Or maybe he just wanted to show off his physique since he clearly had one. There was really only one girl here, so satisfying October was probably the main purpose.

And she was probably satisfied. She sat next to him in what seemed like nothing but a large shirt. She was doing that thing girls do where they wear a shirt that was long enough to cover their rears. Jeri could take a good guess that she wasn't wearing much under it. He could also take a good guess that it was Four-Arm's shirt and probably had an extra pair of holes in it. He could have seen into her shirt, but... She was at a bad angle here. Jeremy and some kid were also present at the table. Archie too, he guessed.

"Though you may already know that." Jericho heard from Archie as he went to... Well, wherever you're supposed to go to get your food. He really didn't want to know what this conversation was about. It seemed like you could order anything here since some people had cereal, eggs and bacon, or alternatively toast (he must not have been the kind of human being that actually gets hungry). Jeri really didn't know what he wanted to eat, but he'd probably, most likely, end up getting something similar to Adrian. In the end, he did. Bacon, eggs, and a bowl of grits to go with it. He hoped these were actually good grits and not the crappy kind that he would be inevitably served at your standard restaurant. He wasn't going to think about it, it'd made him mad.

Jericho took his seat next to Jeremy (who was eating an omelet (why the Hell didn't he get an omelet? Tomorrow... Tomorrow...)), once again noticing the kid that sat next to him. Who was that? And was he here for the same reason they were? Jesus, he hoped not. This kid was like--what?--six, seven maybe? Remembering yesterday (f*ck yesterday, he'd never be able to stop the shudder) he hoped that that kid wasn't out killing people on a regular basis. Six. F*ck. Did Jeremy take him too? Jeri really hoped he hadn't been enthusiastic about that job. Stealing children in the night (or day too, he guessed).

"Hey...?" He said to the kid. He really wanted to say "Who the f*ck are you?" but it was kind of frowned upon to curse at small children, so, instead he said, "What's up?" Great start...
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A light thumping hit the door as a womanly yet slightly off kilter voice spoke through: "Christian, time to awaken. It is time for breakfast."

With a light groan, Christian mumbled an "okay" before slipping back into his covers. Christian was never a morning person and it didn't help that this bed was far more comfortable than his one at school and a major upgrade from the ground after the crash. As much as he desired to throw his blanket over his head and melt into a land of dreams, time was not his friend and it was rude to leave a waiting for long. Though Thalia wasn't exactly Antonia. Still, he didn't want to leave that bad of an impression. Christian rolled out of bed, careful not to collapse onto the floor. Half dressed, Christian stretched, feeling the relief of several bones cracking as he got the kinks out. With a wide yawn, Christian stumbled over to his clothes, almost falling over when putting on his pants. Fortunately, no one was there to catch him in the act of considerable stupidity. Grabbing his black shirt, Christian slipped in on and grabbed his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder before opening the door. Expectedly, Thalia stood there waiting patiently while whistling to herself.

"Thalia, any chance I could wash up beforehand?"

"Sadly, the chance has passed us by. We are running late." Christian silently groaned to himself. Usually showers helped him wake up. Now he would likely go through the motions and eat breakfast absent minded, paying no attention to any piece of conversation occurring. Not like it particularly mattered though. The only person who would bother talking to him would be Antonia, and even then it was small talk. He already scared the crap out of Oakley and that Kieran kid wasn't worth talking to. Everyone else was unremarkable and not important enough to him. At least for the time being. "Shall we go then?"

"Yes. Of course. I can just do it later. I forgot where the washrooms are anyway," he said with a weak smile. Thalia smiled in response and led the way. Christian followed silently, not bothering to make small talk at the moment. Frankly, Christian was too tired and in a daze. His morning ritual was already ruined and it put him in a sour mood, but he wasn't going to vocalize it. It wasn't like that would accomplish much in the first place. Hopefully, he could grab a cup of coffee or some orange juice and wake up.

As he walked behind Thalia, Christian wondered if this day would be along the same lines as the previous day. Food, training, rest, etc. It would make sense if they did, as the Royal Family wanted this place to be like some sort of academy and training/education was the only reasonable way to go about fulfilling the principle. However, as much as Christian admired their goal, he knew deep down that things weren't that simple. Those other organizations were still around and it was readily apparent that the Royal Family viewed that as an inevitable threat. Now, Christian wished he know more about the so called "enemy" or "bad guys" or whatever lingo the Royal Family would use to describe them, but for now he had to trust them. Though, trust was never Christian's easiest emotion to throw around.

When they finally reached the cafeteria, Thalia motioned Christian to go crazy and eat his fill. Trying to retain his composure, Christian immediately propelled himself to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup and dousing the hot beverage with a bit of milk, conceiving a beverage with a fine cream color. A short sip later, he already felt better and was able to think far more clearly.

"I knew you were a coffee drinker."

"Ah, Antonia. Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Christian said with another sip. Man, this coffee is amazing, he thought to himself.

"Excellent, actually. How about you?"

"Better than other night at least," Christian said slowly walking over to the food. "I am not fond of sleeping on rocks. Gets awfully bumpy." Antonia giggled a bit, though Christian thought the laugh was forced as if to make feel better about his "funny" complaint. Christian began filling his dish with your typical breakfast foods (eggs, bacon, toast, etc). Antonia tried to be modest in turn, taking only about half the amount of food.

"Expecting a big day?"

"You could say that," Christian replied, taking a seat beginning to eat.
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It was almost as if it was fog, but it wasn’t. It blurred the vision and the landscape, but only to the points that Leon wasn’t looking at. The edges of his vision were fuzzy, as if to make that which his eyes rested upon that much more important. He was in a forest, much like the one he had been at earlier. There were trees and plants, and snow, but they were all so indistinct that they couldn’t have been important. Leon walked through the forest before a voice behind him caught his eye, echoing through the forest. He turned, and saw the figure. He couldn’t make out the details of who they were or what they looked like, not their eyes or hair color, body type or clothing. Like the forest trees and snow, the image of the figure was blurred. It was then he realized that he didn’t care what the figure looked like. All he knew was, for whatever reason, a reason he couldn’t understand, yet curiously accepted, that person had to die. Leon lifted his arm up, gathered lightning into his hand, and fired.

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“Wake up, sexy,” was the first thing Leon heard as he woke up from his dream. His eyes adjusted to the light, as he blinked once and then again before he saw what was in front of him. He had almost completely forgotten everything about the dream he had a few moments prior as October knelt next to him, whispering in his ear with nothing on but a bra and underwear. Leon’s eyes gazed at her body for a few moments. He would be lying to say that she didn’t look good. But he played this sort of game before, and knew she was only trying to get a reaction from him. Unfortunately for her, it wouldn’t be the one she wanted. Leon’s mouth formed into a smile.
“How much?” He asked with a grin. He leaned forward to the edge of the bed to get an even better view, if that were at all possible, only to see his face met with October’s hand. Because of his position at the edge of the bed and the sudden reaction by October, Leon was pushed out of the bed and landed right on the floor as October stormed out of the room. Leon groaned as he turned over onto his back, looking up at the sealing. He lifted up his head and looked over at the alarm clock. 7:02am, it read. He groaned again and placed his head back down on the cool ground. Leon was by no stretch a morning person. In fact, he hated mornings. Back in the days of living in Italy, he would purposefully stay up later at night so that he could wake up at sometime around noon. That would be an ideal day, to get rid of mornings entirely. He had not actually woken up this early in a very long time. He really didn’t want to start now. Leon closed his eyes once more, and dozed off a bit longer. 5 more minutes, he thought to himself.

Leon tiredly opened his eyes once more, rising his head off of the floor and checking the time again. 7:11am, the clock displayed in red digits. Leon sighed, and brought his head down to the ground once more, unwilling, and partially unable to bring himself to rise from the cold floor. He knew he had to get up, but he also knew that it wouldn’t be too bad if he showed up five minutes later than everyone else. With that 5-minute goal in mind, Leon closed his eyes once more and slept.

Leon opened his eyes in what seemed like a second later, but as he looked up at the alarm clock from the floor, he noticed quite some time had passed, as it showed 7:19am. Leon always hated that, when you go to rest for a few minutes and wake up in what seems like an instant, before realizing a lot more time had passed, without you feeling that you gained any additional rest from that time. Leon tried to break it down practically in his head.

Ok, if I know taking a shower and getting ready takes up about 15 minutes total, then I have to probably get up now to get ready to show up only reasonably later. He began rising himself off of the floor, still upset that he had to get up, when he came to a sudden realization. Wait! October came out not really dressed at all. I guess it would be alright to come out in pajamas. And I don’t really have to take a shower. Which means...I just bought myself another 10 minutes!

Satisfied with his conclusion, Leon lay his head down on the ground again, and went back to sleep, intent on waking up in another ten minutes. He rose his head an instant later, just to make sure he still had time to doze off a bit more, but groaned as he saw the alarm clock read: 7:33am.

“Affanculo!” He yelled to himself out loud. There was not getting out of it now. He had to get up. He raised his upper body off of the floor and looked around his room. He didn’t get a chance to look last night, but many of these objects were indeed things found in his room back in Italy. His close hung on hangers in the closet. He had a desk, where his laptop was positioned, as well as a group of books he read offhand, and a Swiss army knife next to them. His eyes then fixated on his alarm clock. He never liked that alarm clock. He had long since disabled its actual sound, but the fact that it look at Leon with its red digits, telling the time like he owned it, really pissed him off. He brought his hand up and aimed his index and middle finger at the device, and charged up his energy. He felt the wave of energy pass through his body and then discharge from his fingers, traveling right at the clock, and exploding it. A victorious smirk appeared on Leon’s face as he rose off of the ground and began walking towards the bathroom. However, before he entered, his pinkie toe jammed right into the wall.

“Cazzo!” He screamed, attempting to walk off the pain now emanating from his pinkie toe. As the pain dyed down, Leon held a displeased look on his face as he sulkily walked into the bathroom to do his business. After he finished, he went over to the mirror to see his hair was a mess, but was too mad and too tired to really want to do anything about it. He walked to the sink and brushed his teeth, and took a look at himself in the mirror. He wore his pajama clothes, a plain white shirt and green and white, plaid, bed pants. His hair was a mess, falling and sticking out with no direction or purpose. His tattoo was still prominently displayed on his face covering his eye and going down the side of his face and onto his shoulder. He touched the tattoo, as if to obtain some sort of reaction from it. It felt so much like regular skin, yet he knew it meant so much more. He just didn’t know exactly what.

But Leon was too tired and cranky to care right now. Walking away from the mirror, he opened the door out of his room and walked over to where everyone else was sitting. There was Jeremy sitting next to a kid, and Jeri, who sat next to him. October and the four-armed man known as Adrian sat next together, and Archie sat across from Adrian. Leon grumpily walked over and ordered himself food.

“Pears. Give me pears.” He said to them, as they delivered to him 3 or 4 of the fruit on a bowl. He always loved pears, even as a child. Grabbing the bowl, he walked to the table where everyone was sitting and placed himself in the seat next to Adrian, not saying a word to anyone. He grouchily placed the bowl down, and then put his head on the table, and closed his eyes, hoping to get a few more minutes of rest.
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Erika woke to the sound of someone knocking on her door, though it took her too long to actually become fully aware of her surroundings to respond before the other opened the door. She had this brief moment of deja vu to being woken up by her mother and just sort of... dismissed that awkward thought before long. Sitting up she briefly rubbed the side of her head, attempting to help wake herself up. The thought of food was very tempting though, and she soon found herself standing and going through the motions to brush her hair and otherwise get ready for the day ahead. After taking a bit to freshen herself up she finally made her way, half lost, into the lounge area to join the others.

Moving into the area Erika looked around and took in some vague details of the place before decidedly sitting down at a place of title significance. She had observed that the others seemed to have a variety of food and that there didn't appear to be anything ready for her already. The conclusion game swiftly enough--They all got what they wanted. Taking a moment to consider what /she/ wanted, Erika ordered some sunny-side-up eggs and sausage. She had this vague feeling that she might not want to eat veggies this morning. From what experience she /did/ have she had discovered that if she 'transformed' whilst having eaten some food groups it had a tendency to give her quite the stomach-ache, though she wasn't quite sure why exactly this happened. All she /was/ pretty sure about was that vegetables seemed to be one of the groups.

Turning her attention to the others in the area Erika took a brief moment to consider what to say before casually tossing a greeting into the air.

"'Sup, guys..."

She had casually invited the others to tell her how they were and what they were thinking about in one exceedingly simple statement. The irony of the statement probably fell on deaf ears, being that she was not currently in a library and for all she knew they probably had no idea about what she had spent her life doing before coming to this place. Normally she would've done this to get a laugh out of someone. Regardless of this, it didn't seem to bug Erika much if she realized it.
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"Good morning!" a voice woke Oakley from her sleep. She leant up slowly, seeing the bright face of Justin Oak smiling gently back at her. She couldn't remember going back to bed last night, but by the look of her right arm, she had given the crystal back to Justin, the armour slowly crawling up the top of her palm like it did every morning. It hurt a little but not enough for her to physically show it, sliding out of bed feet first. Although it was Winter, it wasn't cold at all. Still, she was tired. "Rise and shine, it's time to get up! I'll wait outside for you, okay?"

Oakley nodded and Justin let himself out. While her mind was still booting up, she automatically reached for the doors of the cabinet, grabbing clothes. What did she grab? A singlet, a large jumper-hoodie and a pair of jeans. Of course, she put underwear on as well and when she was groggily satisfied with her appearance, she pulled herself to the toilet to refresh herself and left out the door.

"You didn't take long," Justin led the way, down a flight of stairs. Oakley was in automatic mode, blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

"Mm," she said as she caught whiff of the smell of breakfast. How late had she gone to sleep? She usually didn't feel this groggy unless she had been studying all night. What had she been doing?

Wait, that's right! She had spoken to Michael! Oh... right. Yes. She didn't have the crystal now, she reminded herself as her arm twinged. It had moved to its usual spot, mid-way up her forearm. They had made their way into the hall now and Justin polietly let her run free. She didn't recognise anyone straight away, squinting as she saw Christian and Antonia at a table. She quickly scooped up some food (not as much as she probably should be eating) and scurried over to the table, sitting down next to Christian.

"Hey," she said with a polite smile.
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Hot steam had filled the bathroom by the time Nikolai had finished his shower, clouding the mirror and making the air thick. The tall Russian stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, wiping the water from his face as he did so. He stifled a yawn, admittedly still tired from yesterday, but he still walked out of the bathroom into his bedroom. It was still a strange concept, calling it his bedroom, seeing as how he had only occupied it for a single night. Still, it was his for what what seemed like would be a while now, so he may as well get used to it.

Someone had left a neatly stacked pile of clothes by the door, something Nikolai was grateful for. He hadn't packed anything when he left for the Atlantean Center in Russia only two days before, and he was quite keen on changing. Quickly slipping on a pair of jeans and picking a t-shirt at random, he returned to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Incredible, he thought to himself, how you can be hundreds of miles away, and still morning habits pop up. All except the habit of sleeping in until at least ten, that is.

Holding back another yawn, he pushed through his door into the hallway, letting the door swing shut behind him. Fortunately, Atticus and Helena were standing at the elevator, waiting for it to return to their floor. "Morning guys", he said to them, stopping to wait for the elevator as well. "How did everyone else sleep?"
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Cira woke up with a bit of a groan, turning his neck about until there was a rather loud crack.

"Ow." Just how did he sleep to get a pop like that? The sheets were still pretty neat, so he couldn't have moved all that much. Moving on, he sat up in the bed and looked around the room, giving himself a brief recap of yesterday's events. When he finished, he noticed that his suitcase was at the foot of the bed. Someone went back for it? A glance at the wooden clock on the wall, it was just past eight. Chances are his dad was still asleep; no matter where the man went or when he went to sleep, he rarely woke before nine unless he could smell his favorite blueberry and chocolate chip waffles.

Instead of taking a full shower, Cira opted to wash his face in the bathroom; cold water, then warm to wake himself up and clean up a little before changing his clothes. As per his consistency, today's ensemble was little different than yesterday's. When he finished switching the things in his pockets around, he grabbed the journal he read last night off the nightstand and tried remembering his way back to the gigantic library. It couldn't be that hard to find.

Before he did, though, he came across the dining room from the smell of a fresh apple turnover. Oh my, he's becoming his father. Well, the sounds of the Librarian talking with his visitor could be a factor. Yay, he had an excuse!

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"Hey," a voice said before sliding herself into a seat, next to Christian. Christian recognized the voice: It was Oakley, but it was a surprise to see her take a seat next to him. Truthfully, Christian never expected Oakley to be considered anything more than an acquaintance, if at all. Perhaps, that one person you can talk to you, but the conversation always gets a bit awkward because it is hard to avoid the past. It would always be a grim moment in Christian's history, but he would work towards to redeeming himself in a matter of speaking. Just he wasn't exactly sure how to go about it.

"Good morning!" Antonia said with her useful cheery voice. "How did you sleep?"

Christian considered asking a similar question himself, but he soon found his eyes wandering and observing. First off, he was pleasantly surprised that Kieran was not in the area. That's good to know. Christian despised Kieran, for a number of reasons but would never explicitly show it. He was far too well mannered to do that, but at least he didn't have to fake his demeanor. Christian preferred honesty over many things. He couldn't wait to have more control over his powers and perhaps learn a few tricks. Then he could show Kieran his true "feelings." But then, Oakley herself caught Christian's attention. Her plate was awfully empty, with hardly enough food. Now, Christian isn't exactly a glutton (though he loves food more than he should) but that plate was not nearly full enough. Oakley was what..16 years old? She is still a growing girl. Growing girls need food, not diets. Christian had to resist the urge to force his plate upon her. He probably could afford to lose a few pounds. He had wondered why Oakley refused to eat enough…and Christian could think a number of possibilities. Was it the armor? It was back, having not been there the previous night. Christian remembered it being there at the center back in London, so Christian figured it was "natural" or a result of fickle control much like Christian phasing in and out of tangibility. Or was it a permanent side effect? Or was it something else entirely? Whatever the reason, Christian hoped it wouldn't result in a walking juggernaut terrorizing the room. That wouldn't be pretty.

"Did you find your brother easy enough last night?" Christian asked, hoping the question didn't freak her out too much. It wouldn't if she realized that Christian wasn't a complete fool.
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"Hey, good morning!" Atticus said, smiling brightly as Helena and Nikolai both joined him in the hallway. He walked with them down to the elevator as they began their small talk. "Great, I suppose. And you Helena?"

"Okay," she said, obviously something on her mind. Atticus didn't push on it though, giving her a gentle smile as the elevator reached their floor. They all stepped inside, Atticus rubbing his unshaven chin as he tried to remember then stabbed the button labelled "6". That was the kitchens floor... wasn't it? The doors opened and Atticus mentally wiped his brow as he smelt the rich aroma of bacon and pancakes. He had never been that good at remembering things.

The first odd thing that Atticus noticed was the amount of people present; it looked like the majority of the AUP was present for this breakfast. A quick scan, Atticus eyed Annie eating with Devon, Cooper exchanging conversation with Emil and a few other of the higher-ups at the main table but no Natalia. Shrugging it off as pure laziness on his part (he couldn't be bothered looking for her longer into the crowd), Atticus waved at the two to follow him. After showing them the tables with the food (the whole process worked like a mix between an American cafeteria and an all-you-can-eat buffet), Atticus joined Annie and Devon (there was a third at the table, though Atticus didn't know his name but nodded a hello all the same), Helena and Nikolai just behind him.

"Hey!" Annie said as she noticed the red head sit down next to her. "Hey, what's up!"

"Hey Annie! Hey Devon!"

"It's Evo," Devon said distastefully.

"Hey, Annie, why is everyone here?" Atticus ignored the death stare from Devon and chewed on his bacon.

"Hm? Oh, uh, I'm not sure. There was no brief, I would have seen it. I think something may be going on. I have a few theories though."

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"I'll let Mr. Bernot know that you accepted," Natalia said, taking another sip of her coffee. She had finished about two-thirds of her coffee. Did that mean she had been here for not very long or she was on her second coffee? Not that it mattered much, the Librarian would tell Adeline all she needed to know later after Natalia had left.

"Good, good," the Librarian slid the tray of turnovers into the oven, "please do. I do miss my conversations with Emil. He should visit here more often."

"Good morning," a voice interrupted them. The Librarian turned and grinned brightly at Cira, wiping his hands to flick off the excess flour.

"Cira, my boy! Good morning! Did you sleep well? I had the beds re-sheeted because of the cold weather though the heating in here should be all at room temperature. I think there was a little trouble with the hot water system since my last guest accidently broke the pipes but I had that repaired the week after. I'm not su--"

"Sir," Adeline said, as if on cue.

"Right," The Librarian nodded and laughed. "Cira, this is Natalia! She's a representative from the Atlantean Unification Project. I told you about them last night? WOuld you like some breakfast? There's a whole bunch of things on the table and I currently have apple turnovers cooking! Isn't that wonderful!"

"Good morning, Cira," Natalia placed her coffee on the table, stood up and extended a hand to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
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Oh God... This place was monotonous. Jericho ate his food, satisfying his hunger with mild interest. He had gotten it about a minute ago and, not spoiling the Syndicate name, it was hot and ready and good. Well, the grits could use some work but... Good enough! He wouldn't complain.
Yet. Unfortunately his interest level was so low that he couldn't care to comment on the food. He hadn't wanted to be here in the first place. He only came out as a courtesy to his stomach and once he started eating it seemed like it was a false hunger.

Not only was that a problem, but being down here was pretty boring. Not much was really going on. Basically just sitting and eating. If he wanted to
just sit and eat he would have sat by himself like a depressed hermit. Nononononono, he made the mistake of sitting here where he'd do nothing but eat and listen to Archie flap gums until the day stretches to night. Jericho sighed, half noticing Leon walk into the kitchen with nothing but a... t-shirt and some very basic pants. After a gruff order, Leon took his seat next to Adrian. He was not far, just a seat away from Jericho on the same side. He set his bowl down and then, without taking at least a bite of any, put his head down on the table, head in arms.

Jericho took a glance down the table, seeing both Leon (though if you asked him, he would have told you his name was Lenny), and the bowl of pears. A bowl of pears didn't exactly seem like a breakfast, but it had been the apparently satisfying choice of Leon, who didn't seem like he'd eat anyways.
What's wrong with this kid? Jericho though, raising a brow. He couldn't quite understand how someone could get a perfectly good bowl of pairs and leave them out and do nothing with it. To him, Leon (or Lenny or Lorenzo) was completely out of his mind. However, Jeri was not out of his mind.

He lifted up from his seat, just enough to allow him a better reach over the table. Hooking a finger, he barely had enough of a stretch to get the bowl, but surely enough he hooked it, dragged it a few inches, and
wa-la! had ample pear-snatching space. He grabbed one casually, falling back into his seat and then noticing that other girl that he didn't see come in. She stood in front of the table looking at them all.

"'Sup guys..." She said rather casually. Jericho lifted his legs, resting them on the table and leaning back in his chair.


"'Sup," Jeri replied, nodding once and preparing to take a bite of the fruit. Dammit pears were awesome...


But it wasn't meant to be. A hand grabbed Jericho's wrist, and prevented him from biting the pear. Leon stared coldly at Jericho. His eyes still resonated with exhaustion from the morning, but now they also carried irritation, and maybe a bit of anger. This is different from Leon's usual persona, in which he is not easily exasperated by any means. If anything, this only solidifies how much he truly hates mornings. Something about this time of day just doesn't agree with him. It brings out the worst in him. Or maybe, it brings out exactly what he truly is. Either way, it's not his usual personality.


"I'm only going to say this once..." Leon spoke, in a low, yet harsh voice. He held Jericho's wrist firmly with his left hand. He then slowly rose right hand to the level of his eyes, and then above his head. He took in a breath, and concentrated. A few seconds later, the light bulbs above the kitchen table fed energy into Leon's hand. They shook as the electricity was drained out of them, and then as soon as they were emptied, exploded onto the table. Leon clenched his fist as lightning passed through his right hand. He could feel every tingle of the electricity as it pulsated in and out of his hand and seemed to dance with his nerves. He concentrated the electricity to the tips of his index and middle fingers, and pointed them at Jericho.


"...Let go of the pear. Now." He demanded.


Jericho's eyes locked on Leon's fingertips, wide with mostly shock, then fear. It was astonishing, to see electricity spark off of someone's fingertips harmlessly. It was unnatural looking, in fact. It
was unnatural. This little occurance was, in itself, frightening. The second thing, they were pointed directly at him. For a second, Jericho thought to comply and let go, but then a more arrogant thought overrode that. Like hell! I can shoot flames out of my *ss! His widened eyes narrowed and his sights went from Leon's hand to his face. In his pear grasping hand he lifted his most prized and most middle finger, brandishing at its highest and most prideful length.

Jericho grabbed the pear into his other, finally starting and completing the interrupted bite. "F*ck you."


Adrian became annoyed when October and himself were showered with the tiny shards of glass from the light bulb; the glass littering his eggs making the breakfast now inedible. Adrian extended one of his right arms, smacking Leon clean across the back of the head, "Idiot, settle down, it's just a pear goddamnit!" He turned to Jericho sitting further down from Leon, "if you're going to steal someone's pears, be prepared to take the consequences." It was too early in the morning for Adrian to have to deal with this; they would be heading down to training soon enough, just as soon as the Directive showed up.


Leon felt the slap land on the back of his head, instantly breaking his concentration and causing the attack to collapse from his hand and back into his hand. He looked back at the four-armed Adrian and stared him down, not sure what to say. It was true that it was just a pear, but it was
his pear. Either way, the more he got to grips with the situation, the more he felt that perhaps he did overreact a bit. Not that he would admit that out loud.

With a groan, Leon fell back into his seat. "Whatever. It's too early in the morning for this sh*t anyways." He grabbed a fruit from the bowl and leaned back in his chair, taking a bit out of it and chewing while staring down Jericho from across the table. It wasn't really a look of anger anymore, but maybe more one of curiosity. Although that wouldn't be entirely true either. He was curious about the man, but also tried to put on a cold face to make him look like he was still angry, even though he really wasn't. He was trying to get a read on Jericho. Leon may have given off the vibe that he didn't like him, but in truth, he was actually starting to think he wasn't too bad.


"Yeah, yeah..." Jericho muttered, taking another bite of his well-earned pear. He found it hard to believe he'd have to face consequences if there weren't any. Jericho caught the eye of Leon, who was staring at him in an angry or displeased fashion. He raised a brow and looked away from Leon, resuming the enjoyment of his new fruit which went nicely with the food he already had.

Turning his attention back to the long-haired girl whose name escaped him, he decided to finish this greeting exchange. "Anyways..." He started. "Who are you?" Jericho didn't exactly care who she was since she wasn't exactly interesting so far, but she had come to the table and asked them "what was up" in one syllable without any form of introduction. Not even a simple hello. He, and the rest of the table guests, had made their hello's and goodbye's the previous day. Practically, she was this figure who'd come from absolutely nowhere and Jericho himself able to vaguely recall seeing her the day before. As the last to the table and least known, she was clearly the least important of their so-far group. Once past the issue of her name, he could allow her to once again fade into the background of the more intriguing characters here whom he had met and most certainly will meet.
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"Fine, thank you," Oakley replied politely and automatically, chewing softly on the crisp of bacon, her left hand holding the bacon and her right arm resting on her lap. She didn't feel hungry at all, probably because of the large meal she had last night. "How did you both sleep?"

"Did you find your brother easy enough last night?"

"Oh," Oakley looked up from her plate. Well, he had figured it out. Well, it wasn't quite an enigma in the first place but it didn't matter that much. She gave him a soft smile back. "Yes, muchas gracias. I appreciate it." She hadn't learned much from her and her brother's encounter but at least she saw him again. She wasn't sure how she would feel if he approached her again, especially without the crystal. She definitely didn't want another accident.

Speaking of accidents, where was Kieran? She flicked her head back and forth, quickly looking around for the boy. She didn't find him immediately and concluded that he probably hadn't woken up yet. Didn't he leave early last night? Maybe he wasn't back yet. Where was there to go anyway?

"Have you guys seen Michael? Or... uh, Kieran?" she said, adding the last with a touch of nervousness. She felt as if she needed to apologise to him, even though she hadn't done anything wrong. Though she wouldn't admit what she had done (unless provoked perhaps), she had deliberately disobeyed him. He wasn't her father but at least he was looking out for her.
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Michael pushed the remnants of the food around his plate, the crisp croissant now soggy and soaked from the egg yolk. All around him people talked and joked like it was normal, normal for a group of them with abilities to be in such a social situation. The people around him were people just like him, albeit everyone possessing a different ability, and to feel so many of them in one place scared Michael; what if one of them was to lose control or go rogue? Michael shivered at the possibilities as a shadow fell upon him and someone sat in the next beside.

“You are a danger to her,” Michael noticed the blades of bone from the corner of his eyes as Kieran took the empty seat next to him.

“I’m not the one who cut her up,” he retorted, a smug smile creeping along his face as he tried to hide the fear. There was no doubting it, Michael was scared of Kieran for the pure fact that he could stab Michael and he would be powerless to defend himself.

Kieran stuttered slightly, “It was an accident,” Michael heard the pain in his voice and felt less high and mighty, “but the pain I caused her is nothing compared to what you are doing.”

This final comment broke Michael, who was this guy to decide what was good for his sister? Blood may have been thicker than water, but Michael’s blood was boiling at this point in time. His vision flickered into a red haze and next to him was a blob of red, yellow orange and blue. He looked around at the vast colours that assailed his eyes in place of substantial objects. Raising his fist, he punched Kieran square in the jaw, jolting his fist slightly and knocking Kieran off his seat.

The room went quiet as Michael saw the blobs move and suddenly he felt the intense pressure of hundreds of eyes on him. Blindly making his way out, he crashed into tables and chairs in an effort to reach the blue gateway beyond. Once free his vision returned to normal as he turned to see a few students rush to Kieran’s aid; the rest sitting silently in awe.

“Cale!” he heard a roar escaped Blayze’s throat, “Come with me now,” he ordered as he made his way towards Michael, “Davis,” he roared at Kieran, “get cleaned up in the infirmary.”

Michael felt heat radiating from Blayze’s body as he was grabbed by his collar and half dragged, half directed down the hall and up the stairs to one of the rooms. “I want to burn you alive right now, but that would make my job even more difficult. What exactly prompted you to hit Davis back there?”

Michael was tempted to yell back at Blayze on how unfair all of this was, and how much of a prick Kieran was, but none of that would help his cause much. “He insulted me,” was all Michael came up with, feeling that now his argument was weak.

“Oh, and so I suppose if I called you a little brat right now, you would hit me too?”

“No,” Michael trailed off.

“So then why hit Davis? Seriously Michael, you can’t go around hitting people who insult you, you’re just acting like a child. I understand that what he said could have hurt, but you need to ignore that. You need to be bigger than people out there; stooping down to their level just lowers everyone’s view of you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Michael sighed, “Yes.”

“Good, then as repercussions that I have to give, the next mission you are due to go on, you are to stay behind while your comrades go.”

Michael was now confused, comrades, missions, what was this, some sort of secret Atlantean spy organisation? What were the Royal Families true motives for bringing them here because they sure as hell weren’t only about helping them control their respective abilities. A knock at the door interrupted Michael’s thought process.

“Blayze, I brought the other new recruits up from the Dining Hall,” Michael went red as River stood in the doorway, remembering how his ability had triggered and he had seen under her dress, but now she was wearing a turquoise Cheongsam; a traditional Chinese dress, behind her Oakley, Christian, Brian, Antonia, Chrysta and a sour looking Kieran stood waiting patiently. Obviously River had taken them up after they had finished breakfast to have some sort of meeting.

“Come in,” he addressed them as River held the door open for the students to join Michael in front of Blayze. Once all were through, she closed the door behind her and joined Blayze at the front of the room.

“I know you must have questions, but if you could please keep them until we have finished, then we would be glad to answer them,” River spoke to them calmly, Blayze nodding in agreement. “First off, we have chosen you all specifically. The lady you met yesterday, the Oracle, she has the ability to view the future; she saw your names and told us that we needed to recruit you seven. We don’t know why, but we assume you all have a part to play in the coming months.”

From here, Blayze took over, “In order to prepare for anything that may eventuate, we want to train you all to better control your abilities. There are other forces at play here that may or may not see you as a threat. It’s fair enough if you don’t want to participate, we wouldn’t blame you for backing out now, but you have a part to play in all of this, and while you may run, you can’t outrun your destiny. One way or another, it will catch up with you.”

“For your safety,” River continued, “and the safety of the people around you, we have organised you into teams of three, each member complimenting each other’s abilities. Together, you will work as a team, train as a team, strength comes from unity, as the old saying goes: ‘Unite we stand, divided we fall’. We may just be firing into the dark here, but we need to be prepared for anything.”

River took a step back as Blayze took a step forward pointing a finger at Christian, Antonia and Chrysta, “You three are in the first team, get to know each other and work out your abilities; your life now rests in the hands of the other two people in your team.

“Oakley, Kieran and Michael, you three are in the second team, although you three have things to work out, your abilities work well together, so sort your sh*t out.”

Michael took a glance sideward at Oakley and Kieran, something dropping in his stomach as he realised his life now rested in the hands of these two people, one who hated him and the other who was awkward around him, ‘could life get any worse?’ he thought to himself.

Finally, Blayze turned his attention towards Brian, “unfortunately there are no new recruits for us to put you in a team with, but we will still help you out to hone your abilities and possibly find a team beneficial to your ability. So any questions?” he asked, returning his attention to the group.
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With the amount James was getting off-topic, Cira started to suspect that he started drifting into senility after the first millenium. Maybe Otto was there to keep him on track more than anything.

"Likewise," he answered, taking Natalia's hand for a short shake before turning to the Librarian. "Everything was great, sir; thanks again for the hospitality. It doesn't quite feel like a weekend at home without my mother flipping me out of the bed by lifting the mattress, but it was very comfortable." Catching himself before he started to ramble just like the man he was talking to, he almost anticipated the assistant stopping him. "Also, I would love a taste of the turnover when it's finished."
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Oakley didn't recieve an answer to her question, doing so herself with a slight "oh" as she saw Kieran stride from the front doors and sit down next to her brother. She frowned a little. Why had he gone to sit with Michael? Hadn't he insisted that she herself didn't talk to him? Though, he had said she should wait for the morning, but what was he doing? Checking to see if he was alright for her? He was her brother, for god's sake!

The next scene shocked Oakley entirely as Michael laid a fist directly to Kieran's jaw. Several people around her stood as if they may step in to stop the fight but it was over before it had really began, Michael stumbling through the tables for the exit as Kieran stared back up at him. A few students rushed in but Oakley stayed put, shaken on what just happened. Why would Michael punch Kieran? Had he said something? Had he said something... about her? Her heard swirled with possibilities and she felt her arm twinge in her lap, the armour growing up to her elbow and expanding.

"Not here," she reminded herself, breathing deeply to set her heart back on course.

It wasn't long, perhaps thirty seconds or so, until River made herself known in the room. She dispersed the crowds around Kieran and using the water from his cup, created an ice pack for him.

"Go back to breakfast," she waved her hands at them. She then quickly searched the room, pointing as she called, "Chrysta! Brian!" he head turned to Oakley's table. "Oakley, Christian and Antonia! Please follow me at once. You too, Kieran."

Oakley stood from her seat and took her last pancake with her, munching on it as she walked over. She wasn't sure what this was about, but she hoped she wasn't in trouble.

"I need you all to follow me at once," River said when all who she had called was around her. She didn't take time to explain why, instead helping Kieran to his feet striding to the exit of the hall.

"G'mornin'," Kieran said, a little muffled from the 'ice pack' on his jaw, attempting a smile as they walked. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine, thank you," Oakley returned the smile, though hers was a little forced.

"Your brother has a pretty mean punch," he took the ice pack off and rubbed his jaw with his other hand. Oakley looked back at him with a frown. That's how he opened a conversation?

"What happened?"

"Well..." he didn't get time to explain, River knocking on a door and speaking to Blayze, presumably. "I'll tell you later," he quickly added as the door swung open to Blazye and a kind of guilty-looking Michael. River and Blayze then proceeded to explain how they were about to embark on a quest of some sort. They were in teams, with Christian, Antonia and the American girl in one team and Oakley, Michael and Kieran in the other. Oakley swallowed nervously. She didn't fear that the two may tear eachother to shreds, but she feared that any bickering might set her armour off. Hopefully they... could get alone.

"So, any questions?"

Oakley shook her head, making a face trying to think what they were going to do together. Not kill eachother, she hoped.

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"Excellent, because they'll be done in approximately twenty-five minutes," the Librarian clapped his hands together. "So, in the meantime, while we wait for your father to wake, would you like to get started on your training? I did promise that I would teach you what I know about your ability but we could get a twenty-five minute head start while we wait for breakfast. Unless you would like to eat first, wait for your father, then train?"

"There's scones here," Adeline said, raising her own to her mouth to take a tiny bite. She always ate hers plain, while the Librarian always preferred them heated, with butter and jam. And cream too.

"Ms. Zaytsev? What are you doing?" the Librarian gave the Russian a smile. "Are you leaving us now?"

"If you don't mind, I would like to finish my breakfast here," she gestured to her half finished plate and coffee, "because it's exceptionally delicious and if you don't mind, I'd like to stay to see Cira train."

"Only if that's okay with Cira," the Librarian turned to Cira with a smile.
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