So she was a leader, huh? The girl with the blonde hair. Simultaneously, he could hear everything Henrietta was saying, while listening to Ione's film recommendation. He couldn't deny, however, that Henrietta's speech kept him a bit more interested. Her ability sounded dangerous and could potentially inflict harm among other students. Once his thoughts were cleared, he focused on Ione. All he heard at that point was the movie that she decided to pick out. He grinned a bit and nodded his head. **"Right. So...exactly where should we watch this? Umm...I have a movie player in my room...My mother bought it for me before I left home in case we didn't have regular television."** he said, still in distraught hearing Henrietta speak of her abilities. But his cheeks turned red a bit, unsure if that was a good idea. **"But...if you feel uncomfortable...I mean...I-I wouldn't want anything to happen...I mean...I don't have a roommate...so...I-I mostly stay by myself and..."** he couldn't finish what he was trying to explain to her because he was so nervous. He hoped he hadn't made her upset again...or worse...Paige. Once she recovers her strength and sees that Ione is alone with him in his room...she may deliver an even stronger slap to his face. He could see the pain he could witness now...he shivered at the thought. **"H-How about we take the movie to a...a...uhhh...movie theater! Yeah! They'll play it for us...right...?"** he gulped. Trying to throw in a confident smile to cover up his hilarious response to his own words.

Henrietta stared at the two, and set her eyes downcast. "Yeah, I can read your thoughts too, Mister Cadwal, and I forgive you. Miss Poppy, there is no way I can show you proof that I'm not controlling you. It would just be a matter of trust . . ." The girl sighed and looked dejected. "This is why I don't like explaining my powers: suddenly, everything about me becomes false. My looks, how I act, even how anyone thinks or feels about me. Suddenly, my personality is all explained with 'Oh, it's just her ability!' No one even thinks to consider that I had a life before this school! I work hard to make friends and have fun, and somehow everyone thinks it's fine to hand-wave off my efforts at making friends as nothing but my powers!" Henrietta banged her hand on the table, and her eyes glistened with a hint of moisture. When she stared at Poppy and Timothy, there was a kind of fire in her eyes - it was beautiful like all the rest of her, but it was also terrifying, and utterly lonely to look at. "You think it's bad for you? How do you think I feel? Every interaction I have is laced with distrust and loathing and I can hear it clear as day. Did you know, I have the smallest group when it comes to any of the Rulers. They're made entirely out of people that were my friends in middle school, that knew me before I had powers. I haven't made a single new friend since I came to this school . . ."

Ione saw that Saoji's attention was all scattered, going back and forth from her and Henrietta. It was bad, she knew what Henrietta's ability was. Ione didn't even know what to think of Henrietta. Right now, she was playing the tragic heroine, but it could or could not be an act. In the first place, how did she become a ruler? How did she even discover her power in the first place? It sure wasn't a coincidence. She just sighed. It was good that Ione was pegged as a loner when it came to things like this, she could just ignore Henrietta and her power. Completely ignoring Saoji's bad excuse of a joke, she moves on to the subject of the location. **"Don't be so embarrassed about it. Even if you expected something to happen, nothing would, simple as that."** She said, seeming a bit cold. **"Anyhow, we can go watch it in my room. Paige would feel more at ease there. I also brought a DVD player with me. I just can't live without my friday of horror movies."** Her eyes sparkle a bit at the mention of what she likes to do every friday night. She shakes her head. In a sudden motion, she turned to see Henrietta. It was really something else, gazing upon her. She seemed so harmless, and yet, her ability was really dangerous. She sighed. **"Let's go. I'd rather not remain here."** She said, already taking her leave towards the exit of the library.

Mars frowned as she listened to the leaders prediciment, it sounded like she had quite a hard time of it. Well there was nothing Mars liked like a challenge. Mars shoved off the wall she was leaning on and walked over to the somewhat crowded table. "Well i'm afraid I was doing a bit of eavsdropping because I was bored and I couldn't help but overhear your problem. Seems a crying shame someone as nice and honest as you hasn't made a single new friends since middle school, so you can start with me. My name is Mars, what's yours friend?" she asked boldly.

Trickery. That one concept was the most prominent thought in [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135)'s mind, even during Henrietta's show, which, he thought, came rather abruptly. But he felt for her, still. There she was, a girl expressing herself true - or not - to people whom she just met, people whom she wanted to get to know and perhaps befriend, before others painted a bad picture of her. Pity, empathy, caution and distrust made an emotional lightshow of his chest, and he wasn't sure which pair of emotions he should go with, since she could breach and read his very mind. Thus, he leaned back on his chair, and took a deep breath, his face unreadable as it had been set in stone-cold indifference. Not that Henrietta would need to read it, of course. "Well," he finally frowned. "Firstly, I am honored that you would trust [us](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885) strangers with the capabilities of your power. Second, yes, forgive me, but I am suddenly a bit mistrustful of you, but," he then smiled, "I won't judge you so readily. Part of me thinks this confession is but a mere act to build sympathy, but with your powers, you could have easily done that before, so I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. It, uh, does concern me that you can read my mind, but that's no fault of yours; it's inborn. God gave you your gifts, and I will not hate you for them." It was uncomfortable for him to speak. Timothy hated the current situation, and defusing it somehow made him feel more vulnerable. "Anyway," he said quickly. "If you were reading my thoughts the whole time, then forgive me for any, erm, inappropriate thoughts, and yes: I still wouldn't mind if I could be your friend. And I'd still like to help in your history project thing."

Thisa returned the programmer's smile, with the same amount of warmth it was to be a great partnership for sure. She was starting to like this guy, he may have came off odd at first but as she interacted with him more it was starting to became clear that he's just like anyone else. "Oh by the way, you can just call me Thisa, Ms sounds too proper when its just us students, I'm not one for formalities like that besides it make me feel old." Thisa chuckled, "That said I look forward to working with you, you come off as a good and intelligent person, I can respect that." Thisa looked over at Harold's laptop curious on what he was doing, he was typing something earlier before the playboy got slapped. "What are you up to anyway? Kind of what to see what it is." She moved closer to the screen... and unintentionally closer the Harold.

“I will. Judge you, I mean.” Poppy said quickly after both a random strange girl and Timothy fell for such an act. She didn’t have much, but she had a mind. And until she was being manipulated, she wouldn’t trust this woman. Poppy crossed the arms over her chest and wiggled her body in an attempt to awaken her sleeping limbs. Nevertheless, needle pricks sprinkled across her legs. “There’s no reason for me to lie to you, you can read my mind already.” She explained. “I don’t know much about these powers, but they have some sort of connection to our personality and our skill set, that much is obvious. If your ability is to hypnotize people, shouldn’t your personality be manipulative?” Despite the reason, a part of her was still doubtful. A part of her panged at the pitiful sight of the goddess nearly weeping. Still, she remained strong in her resolve. It was already said, what could she do about it now.

By looking at Ione's expression when he turned and looked at Henrietta, he could tell that she didn't favor her as much. Were they enemies? If Ione disliked Henrietta in that respect, perhaps it is best to avoid her as Ione did and simply follow her out of the library. Unfortunately, he found that rather difficult. There was something swirling within his mind that made him think of Henrietta more. His eyes could not alter their direction in which the blonde existed. Someone would maybe say that Saoji was obsessed with her by the way he was looking. He almost took a step forward in her direction, but within another part of his mind, he resisted. He couldn't deny that deep down, he wanted to walk up to her and ask her a million questions. Finally, he shook his head, erasing the thoughts of that temptation. There was something oddly strange about her. What was even more strange is how attracted he was to her. Was it her looks? her personality? there was just...something. Looking around, he saw other students who seemed to be drawn to her just as he was; staring at her from a distance like drooling puppies. There was something wrong here. Saoji then realized how no one hardly payed attention to Ione. He thought, why would anyone want to be with her, when there are a million guys out there who drooled over her. Whoever was her lover would have to fight an infinite number of both guys and girls. That would be completely unhealthy for one's own being. Instead of being caught in a web full of desire and lust, he decided to focus on Ione again. Strictly narrowing his eyes at her as she left, following her from behind. Once he caught up to her he smiled and nodded his head, glancing down at the movie that she checked out. He had to admit, he has never seen that movie before...then something hit him...HE WAS GOING TO HER ROOM! Where her personal belongings were...where she slept...where she does...other things! He gulped loud enough for her to hear as a single drop of sweat fell down the right side of his forehead. But hey...what was he nervous about? She's just a friend after all, right...? He tried to convince himself of that but the fact of the matter is...he was going into a GIRL'S private chamber of secrets. He wanted to say something to try and alleviate his own mood but nothing came to mind. He was too shy...and his face showed it all. His cheeks turned bloodshot red almost...but he had to say something to break the awkward silence...he just had to...So with an awkward comment he said... **"Wow! It's such a wonderful afternoon!"** he said, nervously smiling again. Deep down he shrugged, knowing that didn't really turn out too well. Ione probably thought he was an idiot...and just maybe...he was. He sighed and asked himself what he was doing...was he making a promising future with a great friend? or setting himself up for complete and utter destruction? He didn't mean for things to get this far...he just...wanted someone to be around since he hasn't really met anyone here since he arrived. Ione was the only one who actually gave him the time of day, which made him stick by her side even more. At the same time...he couldn't shake the fact that she was also sort of like him to a certain extent. He attempted to make himself seem more confident by focusing his thoughts on something different. _There has to be something deeper rooted within this place...Something just doesn't feel right_ he thought. _Or maybe it is just me...? Compared to my brother and sister, I haven't really left the house like they did. They were able to experience the world...not me...Maybe I'm the one who is overreacting... Calm down Saoji...everything will be fine..._

After Zaen had to finish his conversation with Hide, he had gone to his period classroom and after the Free Period started two hours later and he headed towards the dorm. Feeling sociable enough for a while he decided that he'd seclude himself with his music once more, and he played a multitiude of songs, including some of his. He was going to be there until he had to leave, which he believed would be in four hours, when the Meeting was to take place. As of most other students, he was curious. He was knew to the school and didn't know much about the Rulers, but he knew enough.

Saoji seemed really interested in Henrietta. Whether it was just because of Henrietta's dazzling looks or her ability itself wasn't really important to her. After Saoji's comment on the day, she just answered with a snippet of a sentence. **"Yes it is."** Paige was starting to shuffle around on top of her, so Ione put her back into place safely again. Not that anything would happen to her if she were to fall, but like that, Ione could arrive to her room and still have her unconscious. Talismans were pretty handy like that. Anyhow, getting back to Saoji, she wouldn't lie, she WAS jealous. Saoji was the first real friend she had made in a while, and a friend that would see her room at that, she just felt uncomfortable on how much his eyes were glued to the blondie. She noticed Saoji having kind of a hard time about it all. Were all Japanese so special when it came to going to a friend's room? Wait... He WAS Japanese, right? Not that it matter right now, she could ask later. It isn't that big of a deal, is it? Yeah, Ione was a girl and all, but she didn't really mind Saoji seeing her room, given that she had nothing embarrassing in sight. She was a bit on the fence on what she was about to do, but, after a while, and just a few meters away from the entrance of the dorm, she sighed and turned to face Saoji. **"Listen, Saoji. I really don't mind it if you want to head back and talk with Henrietta."** She looked down, obviously feeling a bit sad about having to suggest something like that. **"I just want to tell you to be careful around her. You heard what her ability does and I.... would honestly prefer to have you on my side."** She blushed a bit when she said that. Ione turned around again and headed inside the dorm. **"If you're still feeling up for it later, my room number is 312 in the third floor. You are welcome whenever."** She said, with a bit of a sad smile on her face as she started making her way toward her room.

"T-thanks, uh, okay this is new, no one's ever volunteered to be my friend before. You're a good guy, Timothy, so thanks for that," said Henrietta, practically beaming at Timothy, then turned, a look of surprise on her face as Mars entered the room. She shook Mar's hand readily, grinning ear to ear. "Hello? I'm Henrietta Fawkes, it's nice to meet you!" The spark in her eyes was back and her voice was a bit lighter. She was trembling and had the biggest grin on her face - it was absolutely blinding in it's splendor. Then she turned to Poppy. She closed her eyes in thought. "I won't deny it: I am manipulative - but it's not in the way you're thinking. Personality plays only a little part in the ability you gain, the main source of your ability is your talent. My talent was socializing; I've always been a socialite. I like talking to people, discussing different topics and . . . okay I admit it, I do indulge in a bit of gossip!" she admitted a bit sheepishly. "What I'm trying to say is . . . well, if you don't trust me, that's fine. I'm used to it. It's a normal reaction anyway. I'm still hoping to be friends though." Henrietta stretched out her hand for a shake.

Poppy mulled the idea in her head and swirled her tongue in her mouth, as if she were testing and tasting the idea. It couldn’t hurt? She would just have to remember to be wary, right? Surely, the manipulation wouldn’t be…as hard to spot? Still, if she ever doubted herself, she would just need to go to that Louise girl, right? Yeah, that would do. “Okay.” Poppy finally said, sticking out her hand and shaking it roughly. It was such a surprise in how much they differed, but it all seemed to be summed up in their hands. Henrietta’s was soft and small, dainty, while Poppy’s, while not large, was calloused and rough with a mean handshake. Still, Poppy had to hand it to her. Even after all the rejection, she still smiled like that. It was kind of endearing, she guessed. A good trait to have, one that Poppy certainly didn’t obtain. Poppy couldn’t help smiling lopsidedly and ran a hand through her short blonde hair.

> Thisa returned the programmer's smile, with the same amount of warmth it was to be a great partnership for sure. She was starting to like this guy, he may have came off odd at first but as she interacted with him more it was starting to became clear that he's just like anyone else. "Oh by the way, you can just call me Thisa, Ms sounds too proper when its just us students, I'm not one for formalities like that besides it make me feel old." Thisa chuckled, "That said I look forward to working with you, you come off as a good and intelligent person, I can respect that." > > Thisa looked over at Harold's laptop curious on what he was doing, he was typing something earlier before the playboy got slapped. "What are you up to anyway? Kind of what to see what it is." She moved closer to the screen... and unintentionally closer the Harold. Harold blushed a little before he scratched the back of his head. He noted how much closer Thisa was to him and blushed a little more when he realized that she seemed just as interested in his work as he was in hers. They really got along well it seemed. Harold hoped this meant someting good for the future, because so far, he found himself glad to be the one receiving smiles like that from her. "Ah....alright....Thisa...." Harold seemed very out of sorts while saying this, obviously not used to being so informal with anyone. It was probably because of how much time he spent with scientists, professors, and other important, respectable people. He just fell into the habit with everyone he theorized. "As well, I anticipate a successful future for this relationship based upon how we have progressed thus far. You come across as an exceptionally intelligent, respectful, curious and informed woman yourself Thisa." Harold gave another slight grin when he said this. He obviously had started viewing her as his friend, and definitely found himself liking her. Harold really wasn't sure how to handle the sudden intrusion to his personal space, and was left a little bit of a blushing, rapid-fire blinking mess while his mind tried to piece together what was happening and why. "I....umm.....Ah, Ahha! I am currently progressing on ideas for the internal power and coolant systems, as well as a portion of the programming necessary for the basic functions." He finally replied.

Harold suddenly became nervous, stuttering out his fragmented words as he seemly tried to grasp whatever thoughts he had. Thisa didn't notice any of this... at first, instead she was intent on reading Harold's notes and ideas. It all honesty the man knew his stuff, a lot of design flaws were present, nothing that she would make a mistake of, but still it was impressive enough. Even more he had some interesting concepts, non conventional methods that even Thisa didn't think of, must have been due to his different kind of thought process plus two minds would be bound to come up with a lot more then just by themselves. Thisa sat up, still staring intently at the screen, "I have to say what you got here, is... impressive. For someone who's a programmer you've done a great job here, you may have even solved some of my minor problems." she looked directly at Harold with another smile on her face, "Yeah thank you, solving some of these smaller issues should make everything a whole lot easier!" It was then that she noticed the flustered Harold, what could have set the guy off... unless, no of course not they've only just met that day, at least Thisa was sure of that she couldn't shake this odd familiarity with him. Still, she's not so dense not to notice anything, the thought alone caused Thisa herself to start blushing, "Oh... uh yeah, uh sorry guessed I ended up getting too close into your personal space, heh..." Thisa tired to put on a new smile hopefully masking her thoughts, however she was still clearly blushing, "So...uh, right how about let's get back to work, yeah let's do that..."

All of a sudden, a leg popped up from underneath Thisa's scarf, followed slowly by another leg, which stretched all the way down to the floor. Then it was stuck. A voice called out from the scarf: "Um, excuse me, can you lift your scarf for a bit, I'm kind stuck here!" cried a young voice. A hand popped out of the scarf and flailed around for anything to touch. It ended up landing on Thisa's face. "Or you could just stand up! You're wearing a skirt right? I can get out from there~!" The people around them began staring. To the older students, they already knew who this was, so they just went back to business; for the new students, they kept staring in horrified fascination. "Um, miss?" continued the one and only Michael Rezzo. Well, his face wasn't out yet, but there was really only one student at school that could do this.

That smile, that smile - [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) liked that smile of hers. Henrietta's glowing smile, those perfect teeth bared in a majestic expression of gratitude and cordiality. And while it was characteristic of Tim to stare unwaveringly into the eyes of someone he was conversing with, in the current context, he took note of it and became rather self-conscious. Whenever her eyes met his, he always felt a small pang, a little ringing of a bell, that emanated from deep within his chest. At this point, he had little intention of interacting with [the](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885) [others](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323284) around him. Henrietta was simply very beautiful. And Timothy admired pretty flowers in bloom. "So, Henrietta," Timothy began. "You have got an amazing power and all, but how far does your mindreading extend? That is, will I get back my very, very," he clasped his hands together and dunked them in time with those two words, "precious mental privacy once I get back to bed tonight?" Cadwal remained silent in Tim's mind in the meanwhile.

"**Oh my fucking hell, what in the name of Christ is going on here?!**" Thisa practically screamed uncharacteristically, "**I-I-I... just what the hell is this, just damn well get out of my scarf alright?**" Thisa pretty much tore the scarf off of her neck, and threw it on the ground uncaring for whatever effect that would have. For someone who's always under control and calm, the sudden intrusion on that... personal of a level was enough to tip the scales. Without a second thought Thisa ran behind Harlod as he was the closest, and only symbol of security.

Harold noticed how they both didn't seem to know what to say really at that moment. He believed this was a moment classified as "awkward." However, he did have things he could say, so he hoped they could go back to wokring in efficiently and everything. It wasn't like the blush on her face made her....*cute* or anything! That's purely impossible. Harold *knew* he had *never* found much interest in females, besides the normal hormone induced reactions from time to time. But beyond that, he had never commented on the beauty of one himself. To think he would suddenly start thinking of one, the very same day he met her? Outragous! Truely, Truely Outragous! "Ahh....Many thanks Thisa, I have produced these ideas and designs through a mixture of time and creative consideration....showers do help though." Harold tried making a joke to lighten the awkward mood the pair had desolved into before continuing: "As well, if you firmly believe that my ideas could hold the potential to assist in your designs, then by all means, use them as you wish. I hold no qualms about their practicality, nor their assistence in our endevours. As well, it is of....no concern that you were curious of my ideas. As I had brought to your attention beforehand, I did not find your curiosity to be a hinder to your character." Harold nodded to her with a slight blush on his face still.

> "**Oh my fucking hell, what in the name of Christ is going on here?!**" Thisa practically screamed uncharacteristically, "**I-I-I... just what the hell is this, just damn well out of my scarf alright?**" Thisa pretty much tore the scarf off of her neck, and threw it on the ground uncaring for whatever effect that would have. For someone who's always under control and calm, the sudden intrusion on that... personal of a level was enough to tip the scales. Without a second thought Thisa ran behind Harlod as he was the closest, and only symbol of security. Harold was extremely surprised by this sudden change, not only in Thisa's character, mannerisms, and speech, but also of the fact THAT THERE WERE SUDDENLY LEGS COMING OUT OF A SCARF! Harolds mind suddenly had a minor panic attack. THAT-THAT-THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! SCARVES DO NOT CREATE LEGS, NOR DO LEGS COME OUT OF SCARVES! Harold was having a completely horrible time trying to piece together what the **hell** was going on with this situation. The fact that Thisa ran behind him for cover as well after her little outburst did little to bolster his understanding. Although, he'd be lying if he said he really minded that she thought of him as a good place to hide behind. Even if only as a meat shield or something of the like. "Ah....It is quite contradicting for an effect that should not be possible, to occur at the most inopportune of times....moreover....Why....oh **WHY** is your scarf spouting legs now Thisa!?!?" Harold was obviously still failing to understand this situation, and desperately wished for someone to explain it all to him in an understandable manner.

Saoji was shocked when Ione stopped in front of the entrance and mentioned if he wanted to go to Henrietta. He blinked a few times, a bit confused at what she was getting at. She seemed a bit disappointed almost and Saoji felt a surge of guilt rushing into his heart. He was letting Ione down again. He hoped she didn't think he was a playboy or anything. After she left, he simply stood there in silence and turned his back to the door. He sighed and knew he had to find the strength to regain his composure. _Alright Saoji...you can't let Ione down again. Show confidence and don't be so afraid. Just go in and watch the movie with her._ he thought. He sighed and entered the dorm building, appearing before her door. On the door it read her room number. He took a huge gulp and knocked on her door twice. **"Ione, it's me, Saoji."** he said waiting for her to answer.