[hr][h1][i][color=f26522]Diego Julius Bellasquez[/color][/i][/h1]
[@He Who Walks Behind][hr] 


[color=a0410d][i]I don't like her....[/i][/color] Agni growled into Diego's mind. [color=a0410d][i]She speaks lightly of that incident... she speaks as if she had[/i] something [i]to do with it.[/i][/color]

He was ready to ignore him, but for some reason, he was making [i]sense[/i] to Diego.

[color=a0410d][i]If I were you, I'd leave... Unless you want to stay and see what'll happen next.[/i][/color]

Agni had a point, Diego felt it. At the same time, he knew it was simply a welling paranoia inside of him - rather than feeling legitimately threatened. Is this what he's been reduced to? A paranoid bastard ready to last out at the world? No. He was better than that - or he was [i]going[/i] to be. This girl... she was most likely someone new. She seemed certainly... lively. The kind of lively that reminded him of Lupe. Playful, yes, but would she be vain, or arrogant? That's something that Diego was going to find out himself. It was the best he could do. [color=f26522]"... Something like that."[/color] Diego dryly replied to all the Ghost comments she was making. He scratched the back of his neck as he wondered if he should have kept his mouth shut. Of course, there was no point in hiding it. Since, if she was able to tell from this far away, then he was only going to waste his time.

Diego watched as the mysterious girl, wearing a coat that didn't look out of place in detective fiction, flipped the coin in between her fingers. He was entranced by it (He couldn't make out what coin it was - didn't matter). Still, she was oddly dressed... Going off that previous note, she was dressed like someone straight out of a movie. A white shirt, purple vest - Diego got the impression that she was going for the gambler angle. She must have had money of some sort. Maybe rich parents? Whatever the case, Diego doubted it was his place to really try to find out. Just like it was not her place to find out his business. The girl offered to walk alongside him. For some odd reason. He was trying to find out why in his head. The answers ranged from attraction, to Agni's paranoia. Despite that welling fear saying yes would end badly for him, he was going to try. It's just like Lupe says; you can't spend your life worrying about who will stab you in the back first, you just gotta face them when they do. [color=f26522]"... Yeah, sure... Just uh..."[/color] He looked around for a moment, wondering where Lupe was. Well, if she was here, she'd be trying to encourage him to flirt with her and have a good time. While she isn't here... It wouldn't hurt to relax, live a little. [color=f26522]"... Watch out for that ghost?"[/color] He tried. He really did. Some things don't come to him. He was waiting for her to start laughing and walk off.

However, it wasn't the girl to laugh first. [color=a0410d][i]Smooth.... Hahahahahahaha....[/i][/color] Agni loudly continued to laugh as Diego closed his eyes and hope this wouldn't end as badly as he thought it would. Agni spontaneously stopped laughing, turning deathly serious. [color=a0410d][i]You are doing a great job at keeping the two of us alive, boy![/i][/color]

The girl introduced herself as Cassidy Lynn Daniels... That was a pretty name. Cassidy... He'll certainly remember that. He kept scratching the back of his neck as he walked - keeping eyecontact with her at all times. [color=f26522]"That's a nice name... my name is [i]Diego Juluis Bellasquez[/i]. Since we're giving our full names here."[/color] Damn. He needs another cigarette... but he dropped his fucking carton back in the woods. If he doesn't have another pack in his room, he'll have to go to Lupe to get him some more. And he hates doing that. He put his hands into his jeans, and stopped, turning towards Cassidy. [color=f26522]"So I take it you are new here?"[/color] He let out a breath of hot air. [color=a0410d]"I'm new too... and I have to say there's some really weird shi-"[/color] He cut himself off, he didn't like cursing - nor did he think Cassidy would be impressed with his potty mouth. He cut to the chase, and outright said, [color=f26522]"... There's something in the woods. I don't know what...."[/color]


[hr][h1][i][color=fff200]Mika Baozai[/color][/i][/h1][hr]


A telepathic sweep of the area yielded no results. 

That's proof that Mika is all alone.

Perfect, because, for this moment the Baozai daughter would prefer to be alone. Without any prying ears listening in on her business. Mika planted her behind on the wall, behind her was the sounds of waves slamming up against the concrete wall of the Beach Lodge. With her spectated eyes, her eyes scanned the area around her - just in case Miss Gambino was spying on her, and had hidden herself somewhere. Hmph. That Redneck better not be anywhere near here. If so, Mika didn't know [i]what[/i] she would do. However, she calmed herself. A proper woman does not get paranoid - nor riled up about the what ifs (They get angry over the certains). Mika placed her hand down onto the wall - before she quickly raised her hand back off of it. This construct was [i]dirty[/i]. Unfit for placing her hands upon. Just disgusting. Instead of placing her hands on unclean surfaces, she placed her free hand onto her lap. As she clenched her legs together, knees bent downwards. She felt proper. She reached into her purse, and pulled out her cellphone, an Android phone. She simply hated iPhones, and the hipster nonsense that surrounded them. She put in her password, and scrolled through her contacts. [i]Father.[/i] She pressed call and put the phone to her ears. It was a moment before he had answered. Just in case someone [i]was[/i] listening in, she spoke in Chinese.

To strangers, it would just sound like gibberish.

[color=fff200][i]"Greetings father, I called just like you asked."[/i][/color]

Her father was back in Black Fall... in the Headquarters of his company. The main office, standing tall and overlooking the city. The city was sleeping. He sat down in his computer chair, and turned back towards the windows, with the phone in his hand. [i]"Ah, Mika, I forgot about the timezone differences between us...."[/i] Jiao-Long answered, in a thick-accented English. Before he switched to Chinese - which was easier than speaking in English. [i]"I have to ask how did your first day go? Though, you are no stranger to this Academy."[/i] He said.

[color=fff200][i]"It went swimmingly... It's still full of rednecks."[/i][/color] Mika answered with a humored dryness. [color=fff200][i]"I wonder when I can get my certificate and leave this school...."[/i][/color] She looked down at her shoulder

[i]"Your sisters... they had a great time at the Academy. Even though they have their certificates, they want to go back.... What makes you so different... Mika?"[/i] He asked his daughter in a curious tone.

[color=fff200][i]"... It's because we're different people, father."[/i][/color] Mika nearly hissed at her father in their native tone. 

[i]"Very well...."[/i] Her father leaned into his chair. [i]"Regardless of whether or not you like that Academy, stay safe. Because there are a lot of dangerous people in the world... and I'm honestly wondering what makes the Saviors different from them."[/i] He remained quiet for a few seconds, and so did Mika - who was tempted to speak, but didn't want to interrupt him. "... The other Saviors... I can't say they approve of us us. They don't like the fact that all my daughters are Metahumans."

[color=fff200][i]"... Father, excuse my haste, but what are you trying to say?"[/i][/color] Mika asked immediately after he finished talking. She knew she should have waited, but he was onto something. She hated the fact that he was far outside the range of her telepathy. Then she would probe him for the answers.

Jiao-Long remained quiet for a few moments - a minute at most, Mika couldn't calculate the time since she was so eagerly awaiting the answer. [i]"... Between the two of us; I know things. Things that would[/i] ruin [i] the Saviors and everything they stand for."[/i]

Mika was completely silent. Where the Saviors [i]that[/i] bad? Every organization has it's bad apples, but how far has this corruption spread?

[i]"I keep them to myself on principle... but I'm asking you to remain safe... I don't know how far their corruption has stretched."[/i] He cleared his throat. [i]"However, do not dwell too long on it, Mika. You focus on your studies and continue enjoying this Academy to it's fullest."[/i]

[color=fff200][i]"Very well, father."[/i][/color] Mika said... unsure of what to do with the information. She knew this was some sort of thin-veiled attempt to warn of something. Something.... the something Mika was going to find out. [color=fff200][i]"Is there anything else you wish to tell me?"[/i][/color]

[i]"Yes, in fact there is."[/i] Mika listened very closely, because she felt that this would be important. [i]"I... am ashamed to say that I have been keeping track of a few students to enter the Academy through an informant or two. The special cases... In case you are interested."[/i] 

[color=fff200][i]"You know I do, father."[/i][/color]

[i]"There is a student among you... Fiona Barrett... She's a special case because NEST found her in some lab being experimented on. Whatever the case, I figure that if anyone wants a cure it'd be her...."[/i] He said, [i]"But, I need a favor, daughter."[/i]

[color=fff200]"What is it? I'm listening?"[/color] Mika asked him.

[i]"I want to know more about this Fiona... but it might be very difficult for me to get in contact with her - especially if she knows, or finds out, that I'm a Savior working on the cure,"[/i] He started off, [i]"I feel as if I'm asking for too much here, but I want you to befriend her, get to know her, and get on her good side. But do not mention you are under my orders, or even associated with me."[/i]

This was... Mika honestly didn't know what to make of it. Her father never asked her to do something like this. Nor any of her sisters. What is it about Fiona that got him so interested? There was something he wasn't telling her, she could feel it. And she felt it had something to do with this experimentation. However, she was unsure of whether or not she should take the task. One hand... Honestly. Mika couldn't think of anything she'd lose by taking up her father's mission. If it turns out to be a pain, then Mika would cut ties with the girl and continue observing.

[color=fff200][i]"I... I'll do it."[/i][/color] Mika said.

[i]"That's what I wanted to hear."[/i] Her father said that in a way... you'd expect a parent to be proud of their child. If only Mika could see his face behind the phone. [i]"She has a very... distinct appearance. I'll send you a picture, you cannot miss her."[/i] He stopped talking, and a moment later, Mika's phone buzzed. She got a picture of Fiona... and her father was right. She definitely is distinct. She was green, and heavily insectoid. Her father was right a second time; if someone needed a cure, it'd be her.

[color=fff200][i]"Got it."[/i][/color] Mika said.

[i]"That is all."[/i] Her father said, [i]"I wish you luck."[/i]

He hung up the phone after that.

Mika hopped up off the wall, and stared at her phone for a few minutes. There was something wrong here, and she just couldn't put her finger on it....

[color=fff200][i]Is playing along really the best idea?[/i][/color]