[u][i]Deborah Termellio, Shannon Balore, Red Winston, Christopher Fox, & Victoria LaRouse[/i][/u]
[i](Made in collaboration with InfernoBlaze)[/i]

[i]Good choice[/i]. Deborah thought to herself with a nod of her head. She turned her head back, and looked at Abe and Ben. She hated leaving Abe in the middle of their match, but she has to handle the business. However, Deborah eyed Pink walking up to Ben ([b]Close relationship between the two[/b]) and noticed that tail ([b]This is her default form[/b]). Deborah narrowed her eyes. "Let's go, I have the perfect place in mind." Deborah started walking out of the room. The best place to talk about this would be [i]anywhere[/i] but this crowded lounge. Shannon probably just made a terrible name for Red, when there was much more to it. Deborah will make sure to clear up anything if anyone tries anything.

Shannon would have gone without making a scene, but that's life. Shannon scowled, and kept her arms crossed. What irritated her was Vespera. Breaking her pool cue for literally no damn reason. Shannon turned towards Vespera, and put a hand on her hip, giving her (Soon to be former) 'room-mate' an annoyed glare. "What, Spindel?" She started off, "That [i]outfit[/i] of yours not getting you enough [i]attention[/i]?" She was quick to sass at Vespera, not caring about that whole 'apex badass' mentality Vespera has. Shannon followed Red and left this lounge, and the fools in it, behind.

In no time, Deborah's group were outside the dorms, and walking underneath the hot sun. They needed to find someone secluded, and out of the way. No one really goes to the garden, do they? Deborah lead the group inside the massive greenhouse of a building, holding open the door for them. The Garden was truly beautiful. There were several pathways, and off the pathways were the flowers, and trees that made up the garden. Separating the two was a hard-wood fence. There were so many flowers here, of many shapes and colors. Gotten (likely illegally) from all over the globe. There was even a few ponds inside. Shannon walked over to the fence, and grabbed a flower, a red rose. Students were [i]allowed[/i] to do this, but nobody will miss this.

There was a nice bench for all of them to sit down on. Deborah got in the middle, and pattered against it with one hand, gesturing for Red to sit down. Shannon sat down on the side opposite to Red, she handed Deborah the flower with a sly smile, whom gladly accepted it, and put it into her ponytail. "Thank you." She said to Shannon. But, the romantics would have to wait. "Alright, I think we ought to clear this up. I... Shannon, you shouldn't have announced that Red was a murderer in front of everyone..."

"... And [i]he[/i] shouldn't have said he was a murderer in front of everyone." Shannon quickly retorted, crossing her arms. It was simple logic. If he doesn't want this getting out, then he shouldn't have said it.

"... When it isn't what you think it is." Deborah sighed, rolling her eyes. "Red didn't kill anyone. He... Well, I think I should let him explain this one."

Red took his time inspecting the Garden. He also noticed the many flowers in the Garden and shared the opinion that many of them were imported from abroad. Although he didn't share Deborah's romantic approach of the place, even he could tell that it was a beautiful place. For him, it was perfect, since it was not a populated place. He took a couple of seconds before talking, then, after a deep breath, he said:

"For the most part, Shannon is right. I was the one who started this conversation, although it was clearly directed towards you two and Chris at the time. It is safe to assume that Deborah already knows that things are a bit more complicated, she said so herself, after all.Which only leaves one thing for me to do. Go into detail. But, telling you about it would take hours, so I think that, with Deborah's ability, we can save that time to discuss about our common goal. I told you before that going into my head is not a good idea, since you would possibly not be able to handle all the information stored inside. But, if you follow my directions, you could do it harmlessly, [i]I think[/i]."

Despite saying that, Red had no idea how things would turn out. He didn't have his brain poked before, but, in theory, if Deborah didn't open any other door in his Memory Hall, except for the one she had to, everything would turn out fine. He explained:

"If you use a link to access my Memory Hall, you should ignore any door except one in the furthest back. It's a chain-locked door, but I will remove the limiter. There, you can find all the answers you want."

This...? All this? Deborah has never tried anything like this before. Sure she has telepathy, but it's as weak and basic as it gets. Trumped by even a moderately skilled Telepath. And Red's asking this much of her? Her power gave her insight on everything she percieves, not entering people's minds. But, Red was a strange case, the way his power changes his mind might make things different. Who knows. Termellio had no choice but to try. "Alright..." Deborah hesitantly said. She reached for Red, the only way she'd be able to even [i]try[/i] to enter him is through touch. She touched his face, and immediately went into his mind. 

Shannon was staying on the sidelines for this one. 

It was a true metaphysical experience. Deborah was in the mind of someone else. Before, she simply watched from the outside. What appeared before her was an enormous Hallway, which at first sight seemed endless, with doors at each side of it's walls. Each door had some sort of sign which indicated what was inside, age of info or memory acquired and the importance of that memory. There were memories for just about anything inside. Science, literature, news, financial plans, random everyday memories, everything. What was more interesting, though was the door at the end of the room, a black door, with bars and chains on the sides. The door's sign wrote "Personal"

What a strange place... but there's something here that was so alluring. Everything about Red's past, present, and maybe future, all behind a door. She was just so curious, that she almost opened the first door she saw. [i]No... Stay focused.[/i] She got up, and started walking through Red's memory hall. Though, the urges to go search through them got stronger and stronger the more she went through them. By the time she was at her destination, she just couldn't help herself but throw open the door and shove herself inside. Fortunately, it was her objective. At this point, she just wanted to know [i]something[/i] about Red. What is his past... what makes him tick? 

Deborah burst opened the door, which, in sequence, let a flood of Red's most personal and secluded memories surround her. She had emotions streaming at astonishing speed. Through them, Deborah witnessed Red's younger self, a cheerful boy who craved for knowledge, much like she did and a strong moral code taught by his father. Events of Red's life with his father followed, along with nostalgic feelings for a mother he didn't spend much time with and his sense of justice leading him to interest himself with crimes, which led to the traumatic experience of the death of his father, the scar on his face and his fear of knives. What came up next was days of Red being a wreck, filled up with only self-guilt about what happened, just because of his curiosity. The last events of his life before joining the Academy, was Red turning himself into a mediator between the world's most notorious mobsters, something like a contact book of world-renowned criminals. It was the only way for him to keep everyone in check, by gaining their trust. Had he not returned to the school, he would eventually use all the info he had acquired to get every single one of these people behind bars. After the image streaming ended, Deborah could see a chest at the very end of the room. It was not unlocked like the door, thus it could not be opened. The word "Emotions" was scribbled on it.

So... Much... Insight! Deborah was filled with glee upon the memory dump. Her own power filled in some of the blanks, but she learned [i]much[/i] from his memory hall. He was a child who got involved in the wrong things, angered the wrong people, and suffered the loss of his father - Whom he truly [i]indirectly[/i] got killed. It wasn't his fault, but... She wanted more. She [i]must[/i] have more. A chest was in the room revealed itself to her. Emotions. Red didn't have any... No, he locked them away.... Deborah didn't waste any time in skipping over there, and trying to open it up. But it just. Woundn't. Open! She tried and tried and tried. As she done so, that obsessive desire for new information faded, and common sense came right back. Deborah gave up... She got to see all she [i]needs[/i] to. It'd be best for everyone if she simply finds a way out of here.

... Simply by breaking contact with him, Deborah was removed from his mind, and thrusted back into the real world. She... Didn't know what to say, honestly. She looked around, at Shannon, then Red. She felt odd. 

([b]Something has awakened inside of you, Deborah[/b])

What has...? Well, Deborah sighed. She doubted that power will tell her, it will be something she has to find out for herself, right? Deborah looked at Red. Well, that experience wasn't what she would call explaining it for himself, but she got the same results either way. "Shannon," Deborah started off, "Red didn't kill his father, or anyone. It was truly his own guilt that lead him to say that."

Shannon didn't trust Red... But she trusted (and treasured) Deborah's word more than anything. She wanted to embrace Deborah, but she knew the display of romance would not be appreciated infront of Red. She grabbed onto Deborah's wrist, "Deborah... What happened in there?"

"I saw everything.... Everything Red wanted me to see, and more." Deborah answered with a surprising amount of calmness and calculation. She turned towards Red, and stated, "Red, that was something unlike anything else I have ever done... Being inside another mind... I...." She trailed off, "... I want to go back. Learn more. You have to let me." Deborah tried to grab onto Red again, trying to pierce into his mind.

However, Deborah's sleeve was yanked away, like someone grabbed onto it and pulled her away. It was Shannon, and her ability to manipulate clothes. "... Debby, don't get carried away, yes?" She put a hand on Deborah's shoulder. "I believe you... Red....[i] But I still do not trust you. You may not be a murderer, but you want something from us... Oh wait.[/i] "Now, if this murderer nonsense is dealt with, I believe we have plenty to discuss...." Shannon wasn't going to mull on her false belief that Red was a murderer. No point in doing so.

"Oh yes." Deborah was quick to catch on too. She smiled and looked at Red. "Our mystery solvers, out to pick apart the Academy's secrets, and [i]mysteries[/i]." She laughed again. "What do you have to say, Red?"

"With everything settled, I think that we could start right over!" was Red's immediate reply.

His eys first to Deborah, then to Shannon, he added:

"You are free to trust me or not Shannon, that's not something I can change, it's something I have to earn. I may do it with time. So, for now, try to think of me as an ascossiate rather than an ally, if it helps you. I think..."

Red was interrupted by Chris and Victoria coming out of a hiding spot they have found to spy on the group. Chris was so eager to find out about the whole murderer thing that he couldn't help but "spy" on the group. Having heard everything he said:

"Sorry for spying on you, but I want to be a part of this...I also want to find out about the Academy. Who wouldn't actually?"

Victoria was just as zealous in joining the mystery hunting gig.

"I want to join too! Besides, how can I face myself if I let my messy roommate get hurt during her Sherlocking around the Academy?" she said, giving a peace sign to the group.

There was that sinking feeling that they were getting spied on... Her Premonition ability? She was too engrossed in trying to get back into Red's beautiful head, that she was ignoring it. [i]Gotta be better, Deborah, could have been Vespera again.[/i] She shook her head. It was the information goldmine, and Debby's, very overzealous, [i]room mate[/i]. Joy.

Eavesdroppers? Seriously? Nothing irritated Shannon more than someone who can't stay out of other people's business. Shannon scowled, "Didn't anyone tell you to mind your own-" 

Before she could continue, Deborah had already cupped her hand over Shannon's mouth, getting some irritated struggling in return. "Oh, you're interested in helping us, Chris?" Deborah turned her attention to Chris, totally ignoring Victoria. He was an information [i]gold-mine[/i] that's just waiting to be tapped. If she can get him in the cruise ship he destroyed... Then she can fill in the blanks of information and learn [i]all[/i] about it. Every gruesome detail... There were things she didn't want to know, but this ain't one of them. "Gladly," Deborah started off, "I see we striked up [i]The Mystery Hunters[/i]."

Shannon tipped her glasses, and stared dead at Deborah, "... [i]The Mystery Hunters[/i], really, Debby?"

"Yes." Deborah nonchalantly said. It was better than anything stupid like 'Debo-Red alliance', and everyone could get behind it. Still, regardless of names, Deborah had an important piece of the puzzle right in front of her. Cause and effect after all. There was a [i]cause[/i] in the shipwreck, and Chris was the [i]effect[/i]... Something like that. "I say our first order of business is investigating the ship-wreck. Plenty of mysteries go on there. Like some backdoor deals the Headmaster has been making..." Of course, this was a lie to mask the fact she was only interested in piecing Chris's puzzle. There was literally nothing of importance there.

The young detective got off from the bench, and started walking towards the exit. "I think we should get a move on now. We have plenty of work to do...."