[hr][h1][i][color=fff200]Mika Baozai[/color][/i][/h1]
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It would appear that the Redneck came over to her. She described their first encounter as "getting off on the wrong foot". Not that Mika would call it that - she wouldn't even describe their encounter as anything at all. But whatever the Redneck says. She wanted to make peace... still calling it much more than what it is. She didn't even need telepathy to tell that she got a rise out of Zoe - mission accomplish. However, as amusing as it was, Zoe was correct. There was no reason to continue transgressions. So far. [color=fff200]"Cure?"[/color] Mika started off, holding her cup of tea with both hands. She cracked a smirk, [color=fff200]"Now you're starting to sound like the [i]Pure[/i].... As if we are some disease that needs to be cured..."[/color] She said gently, before shrugging. Zoe was offering peace, but Mika wasn't buying it. No one would notice, but Mika switched from telekinesis to telepathy. She lost all the attunements she put on the China, but gained the ability to pierce minds. She attempted to dig into Zoe's mind - wait, what? Mika couldn't do it... when she could do it before. She tried again, but harder. She still failed to get into Zoe's mind. Come to think of it, Zoe's mental presence was also invisible. Damn it, that means Zoe has some means to shield her mind from Mika's power. Maybe she was a bit hasty in revealing her telepathy. Because the only thing that she could think of was that Zoe didn't have it up beforehand, but now has a reason to guard herself. Now that she [i]knows[/i] that she's dealing with a Telepath.

Ugh, no matter. Mika will have to handle this herself. She switched back to Telekinesis, and grabbed the picture of hot tea, and poured some into her fine white cup. [color=fff200]"We can discuss things over some tea. I [i]did[/i] offer you some tea."[/color] It was less to give her tea, and more to add her her telekinetic influence to it, again. Because like hell if one of these rednecks will break her China. It appeared that Zoe heard of the Baozais, and their work. That meant she must know about their ties to the Saviors. She was somewhat incorrect, however. As far as Mika could tell, they haven't actually [i]completed[/i] the cure. Or else her family would be world renown by now. [color=fff200]"Everything you said was correct - except, it hasn't been completed yet. But enough of that - You are one of the Gambinos, I presume?"[/color] Yes, now Mika knows who Zoe is. She heard of the project to track down and assist Metahumans. They were similar in a few ways, yes, but oh so different where it counts. Still, if Zoe wants peace, then why should Mika decline? That might stop her from being annoying. [color=fff200]"You are correct - we shouldn't be fighting. What I did was very... childish, and I apologize for that completely."[/color] Just saying that Zoe wanted to hear - Mika wasn't too sorry for what she said. She thought it was funny. [color=fff200]"So, I'm..."[/color]  

Mika was just about to introduce herself when another girl appeared out of no where and introduced herself. In the most [i]uncivilized[/i] way. Doesn't she know who she's talking to? Whatever. Mika choose to ignore her, and turned towards Zoe, [color=fff200]"As I was saying, I am [i]Mika Baozai[/i]. You are?"[/color] 


[hr][h1][i][color=f26522]Diego Julius Bellasquez[/color][/i][/h1]
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The faint flame in Diego's cigarette died the second the boy absorbed the heat out of it. He heard someone coming, and that was what he did merely by instinct. He was underaged and the last thing he wanted to do was get in trouble for that. He placed the cigarette into his pocket, and stood straight up, with the guitar only held around his neck by it's strap. He looked around, he needed to make sure that whoever his guest isn't planning on causing him any trouble-

[color=a0410d][i]'... And you know what to do if he does... hehe...'[/i][/color]

No, there was no need for violence. All Diego wanted to do was talk. However, this person didn't seem to want to talk in the first place - or else he would have walked up by now. Diego listened out for the sounds of someone playing a game. Yeah, that was the person he was looking. Which he followed until he reached the source, Diego hid behind some true, peaking through it. What he saw was some kid, a small kid, Diego almost thought that he was younger. It was just that the kid was... really effeminate (What [i]male[/i] dyes their hair pink?). Playing some game. Well, even if he wasn't the guy who was spying on him, maybe he can make some conversation. When Diego took a step forward, Agni spoke.

[color=a0410d][i]'You can't really be considering talking to him....'[/i][/color] Agni growled, [color=a0410d][i]'He is clearly a waste of our time. I can tell he is pathetic just from his looks. It's best if we just turn around and let him continue.'[/i][/color]

Diego closed his eyes, and tilted his head downwards. [color=f26522][i]'You don't know that Agni... either way, you do not make my decisions. I do.'[/i][/color] Agni merely groaned in response. In truth, Diego felt a bit more comfortable talking to this boy, than those two girls. This has far less potential to end badly. He could feel it.

[color=f26522]"Yo,"[/color] Diego said as he showed himself to Casper. [color=f26522]"You didn't want to be in that room too? I'm [i]Diego[/i], I came out here to practice my guitar, and....."[/color]



[hr][h1][i][color=007236]Michelle Gallus[/color][/i][/h1]
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Great! The food here was simply excellent! Michelle was warming up to this place rather quickly, eh. Still, Michelle was a bit hungry. She had a big day tomorrow. One that meant that she would probably have to transform. That meant she needed as much of her strength as possible. Another plate or two would do the trick. Michelle quickly elbowed her way back to the main counter (Leaving her plates there, someone will clean it). Back at the counter, she stacked her plates with more food. Well, she figured that she would head back now. However, at the corner of her eye, she spotted a tiny, cute little thing with red hair. She was sitting by a boy before he left - but, is she even old enough to be sitting by boys? This girl was tiny, like, Michelle wasn't exaggerating when she said that. More importantly, Michelle thought that the students would be much, much, older. Still, she found the little girl kinda cute. That was enough to engage in a conversation - her first conversation here in fact. Michelle sat down next to the girl, and placed her plates down. [color=007236]"Well, well, aren't you a little young to be a student here?"[/color] She smirked, as she greeted herself, [color=007236]"I'm [i]Michelle[/i]. What is your name, little girl?"[/color]