[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/eb/b6/f2ebb69af84f398998e82460a6325162.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Training Room B
[color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Memory Manipulation, Psychometry, Perception
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Sabine felt fine after a bit, though she hated that feeling. Still, she would by lying to herself if she didn't admit how useful the ability was. Seems the little freshman was good for something other than kindling. She debated letting him in on what she was doing, but figured there was no harm. They were on a team. [color=A2797E]"Dorian seemed to be the one holding the other two together in that little balancing act. Figured I'd manipulate his memory to make him dizzy and slow them down, though it seems something else happened. Don't know where they went, but we are winning."[/color]

Sabine braced herself as Percy set to teleport them. The first was a bust. [color=A2797E]"As much as I like glimmer, think we can actually move farther?"[/color] The second attempt was much better, putting them right where they needed to be. [color=A2797E]"Ok, that's more like it. Credit where credit's due. That power is sick."[/color] Speaking of sick, Sabine fought off the nausea. She was getting used to it, though it still churned her stomach.

The next part of the course saw three doors. There were also three pictures and a box. Sabine pressed forward, assuming Percy would follow. She opened the box and saw the tooth. Sabine picked it up and closed her eyes, getting a sense as to who the tooth belonged to. An image flashed in her head of some white dude with a creepy face. She had no idea who it was, but that didn't matter. The picture of the guy was there. [color=A2797E]"The tooth is this guy's. Now we just need to pick the right door."[/color]

Sabine thought it through. The other two names were important too. Malcolm jumped out at her. Why though? She scoured her brain and remembered a plane trip with her family where she was forced to watch some dumb American tv show for hours. It was so stupid, but the name clicked in her brain.

Malcolm in the Middle!

[color=A2797E]"Middle door is Malcolm's so that's not the right door. Let me try something."[/color] Sabine went in front of the door on the left and used her power to move into the room beyond. Searching for a mind, she couldn't sense anything. Either there was nothing in the room or there was something without a mind. It was a risk, but she was confident enough.

[color=A2797E]"Door on the left. I couldn't sense anything beyond it. It has to be the correct door."[/color] With that, Sabine grabbed the handle and opened the left door.