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Paradise Maine

Location: Sunset Beach, Pupukea; Hawaii.
^{Interacting With: Scott Royal (@FunnyGuy).}

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It was quiet here... or well, quiet enough. No. Perhaps that wasn't the right word. More like peaceful- calming.

Her bright blues lifting from the page that she was currently working on, bypassing the textbooks she had lain in front of her in the sand, her homework lost to the distraction, Paradise stared out at the beautiful sight that was lain before her. The gentle and rhythmic lapping of the seafoam washing over the shore- the sand giving off the warmest glow of gold; almost earthen and muted. And then there was the flora. Tropical... exotic... beautiful- the strong, natural aromas that overwhelmed her every single time she found herself surrounded by nature-... It sent her almost wild these days. And it wasn't as though she didn't know why. She knew the reason. She knew exactly why she suddenly felt such a deep, almost unexplainable connection with the Earth... with Mother Nature- with Gaia.

Pen slipping through her fingers, falling to rest on the open page of her notebook, she lowered her hands. Burying them down into the hot sand on either side of her body, though her attention was still focused out on the water crashing about oh so invitingly before her. She could feel it... even from here, she could feel it. The seaweed... the coral reefs- all the flora of the ocean, resting safely beneath those salty waves, as deeply green and as vibrant in color as any high summer foliage. But her favourite..? Her favourite... everything resting there at the bottom, upon the softly rolling dunes. The tall, tall sea grass that over the last five months of her life seemed to whisper ever so sweetly into the gusting breeze, and right to her very core. Just like every tree... every shrub... every flower.

And it was precicely that reason that she no longer doubted the choice she'd made for her future. Life had just proved that by giving her these amazing abilities when she'd returned from... wherever it was she had been during her disappearance.

"Another?! Yeah?! Let's do this!"

Ripped from her thoughts by the sound of someones voice filling the air, Paradise pulled her hands out from the sand. Letting them linger in mid-air for a brief moment or two of thought before she actually, slowly, began to move. Her curiosity towards the specticle going on far too strong to think about returning to her studies. No. She was finished with homework and assignments for the day. There was no possible way she was going to be able to re-concentrate on what she needed to do.

Packing away her things back into her bag and rising, taking only a few moments to brush the excess sand from her person; she brought the strap to her shoulder. Holding it in place with a single hand as she moved to join up with the group that had been constantly growing, both in size and decible. Slipping through the gaps left between people, Paradise only stopped when she'd reached the front. Her painted red lips parting ever slightly from one another as she gazed upon the man balancing an already large number of beach balls on top of his head. Her voice soft as she spoke, her thoughts slipping out without her even truly noticing, "..heh... not possible..."

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Anastasia Romanoff

Location: Moscow; Russia.
^{Interacting With: Her pet wolf.}

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"It... It was horrible, I literally thought I was gonna die."

The tips of her fingers brushing lightly over the keys of her laptop, they stopped only when they had reached her goal. One tap of the space button causing the video she had been watching on the Moscow Times website to pause. She'd heard enough. She didn't need to hear anymore. Especially coming from the mouth of some preacher that was hell bent on turning the worlds citizens against one another- someone who wanted to condemn almost a third of the worlds population on the actions of only a few rotton eggs. The civil war... the Rwandan genocide- did no-one ever learn from the past..? And if that was the case, then how was it that this guy wasn't preaching such bullshit before people began showing higher abilities..? If that were the case, then he too should be a condemned man, held accountable for the actions of priests, pastors and preachers before him that had gone sour. Just off the top of her head, she could both think of and name thirteen.

The gentle nudge against her free hand catching her attention, pulling her from her thoughts, Anastasia turned her dark gaze down to the beautiful white wolf stood by her side. Watching the creature for a moment or two before she began to act. Hand moving, and fingers disappearing into the soft fur as she scratched lightly at the top of its head. Nikola. After everything that had happened; the canine was truly the only one there for her. She couldn't trust anyone else. Not even her parents... not anymore...

Turning her attention back to her laptop, she instead began manoeuvre the mouse. Closing the tab that housed the news site, and instead bringing up the one that held her blog. Annonomous, of course. She wasn't stupid enough to post this shit with her name where everyone could find it. No. Art like this-... Art like this could get her into trouble if it was connected back to her.

Scrolling down until she found the post she was looking at, her gaze flicked first to the views - which had jumped up substatially over the last month - and then across to the comments. Her mouse slowly trailing down over them until she was able to click on a link that had been posted among the mixed comments. The link itself opening up a photo of the school in question; of the devestation left behind in a new tab for her to look at. Though she didn't really need to look at it- it was a perfect replica of something she'd drawn perhaps two, maybe three months ago now. She'd written the date in the corner of the page, like she always did, for reference. The dates of her artwork, and then the corresponding real world situations was what sparked the reactions. The accuracy between what she had drawn, and what was happening however, was what had her blog blowing up with new traffic from all over the world. Hell... she'd even seen an article on buzzfeed about the school, and the piece she'd created about it.

Turning away from her laptop altogether after a few moments longer, she moved across the large room of her family home that had very quickly become her art studio. Her arms lifting, folding over her chest as she glanced about at the multitude of varying artworks that surrounded her- tacked onto the walls, resting against surfaces. Really anywhere that would allow her to see them properly. Another brush of fur, this time against her leg as her wolf made to sit dutifully at her side, Ana let out a heavy sigh. A frown crossing her lips.

"..one thing I hate, Nikola... not knowing which one comes next..."

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Isabella Françai

Location: Isabella and Saville's Home (London; Englnd).
^{Interacting With: No One.}

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Setting the bowl down lightly over the table, Isabella continued around it. Her head nodding as she once more took her seat, listening to the voice on the other end of the line as they spoke. Her bright eyes flicking across to the time that was displayed over the bottom corner of her laptop. It was still early- before her alarm early. Though it was a decent enough time that her mind had begun to work at its full capacity, and she was able to start thinking about the important things. Like breakfast. Her hand lifting away from the mouse, the photos she had been sent earlier on now displayed on the screen of her laptop, she instead picked up her spoon. Scooping some of her porridge into her mouth, she made sure to finish it before she made to speak. Her legs crossing underneath the table.

"Yes; that's correct. A new collection. We're calling it 'The Cataclysm' and we're hoping to draw quite the attention to it. That's where you come in."

Pausing for a moment as the voice on the other end spoke, she chuckled softly. Taking another mouthful of her breakfast, however the sound of a door both opening and closing from the second floor catching her attention, she leant lightly in her seat. Her head tilting in order to look out into the hallway for any sign that her brother was awake and moving about as she spoke once more. Her body sitting back up as she turned her attention back to the phone call that she was currently engaged in, "Well, yes. Who else would I go to for media coverage and advertisement..? I want this collection to go world-wide. Viral. Particularly in the United States as it's where the artist has gotten their inspiration for the collection."

So it was a little white lie... okay, perhaps more than a little white lie. But she had given Christoph her word that she wouldn't give away any details regarding any of the conversation that they'd had earlier, and she wasn't about to go breaking his trust. Even if it all came back on her. She would deal with the consequences later should any arise, "I've sent you images of the key peices that will be featured. I've already spoken to a few contacts of mine in the news and vlogging world, and they're already working to get the word out online. If you can deliver- if you can really get this out on the evening news in the US-..."

Cut off, though the words she was hearing bringing a smile to her lips, Belle nodded. Clearly pleased as she shifted on the seat, making herself more comfortable than she already was, "..oh, that's wonderful. Thank you. As always, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

Her thumb brushing over the screen of her phone, hitting the end call button, she placed it down on the table beside her laptop. Replacing it instead with her cup of tea so that she might have a sip of it before she returned to her breakfast. That was the internet media covered... vlogs and news sites... television and other media covered... It was a good start- a very good start. And in a mere few hours, the paintings Chris had given her would spread like wild fire around the world on all mediums with her name associated with them.

Now all she had to do was wait.

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Elle Marrow & Flint Marrow

Location: Atlanta; Georgia.
^{Interacting With: Each Other.}

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Flint made his way into Elle's hospital room, although he wasn't in completely good shape. Surprisingly Elle, and especially Riddley had taken more damage. Clearly he knew they did more in the fight against Adora, he was outclassed although the situation was the same with Riddley. The difference was he had the element of surprise, he always had that element Adora was the first situation he'd been in with Legion where not only was he unprepared he didn't know what her power was. He'd gotten some texts from Malik who wanted to meet him, but instructed him to tell his sister Adora was dead if asked since she wasn't a member of Legion... yet... as Malik said. Still getting pressed by his own weight, punched point blank by Adora, and kicked into the desk he had bruised ribs, and a concussion, not to mention the back ache. He'd taken five 5 milligram percocet pills to be able to ignore the pain as he knocked on Elle's door then stepped in slowly.

"Elle... it's Flint..." He almost teared up seeing Elle hurt, he needed her help with the investigation, but he had no idea his prey would come to him, and quickly became the predator. "How are you feeling?"

Well... now she just had to wait. As much as they loved playing their little game of cat and mouse - in this occasion, she was definitely the mouse - it had been made more than clear over the past years that she could, somewhat, rely on Grace. For some reason, she always came through when it mattered the most. Her head lifting at the sound of a voice entering the room, Elle's bright blue's met with her brother's gaze. Holding it for a moment before she let her attention drop back down to her phone. Eventually, slowly reaching out to put it back down on the bedside table, she stared at her hands as they returned to her lap.

"..about as good as I look..."

"Damn it Elle." Flint felt bad looking at his sister's condition he didn't want her getting hurt, he'd grown obsessed with bringing down Adora, and obsessed with this job. Getting a little bit closer to her he took a seat in a chair. "Well good news and bad news, bad news we're still not rich, good news... that bitch is done she's not around no more, just took a couple X-Men to stop her." Flint almost chuckled at his joke, when he stopped silently remembering he was thinking about Elle's own powers being half the reason they had gotten a win, and felt a sense of despair in the pit of his stomach again. Oh yeah, that's right she's one of them damn it.

"..I don't care about money, Flint... and I guess it's a good thing that a couple of them showed up then... considering you hunt them down..."

"I know you don't." He let out a low sigh this situation was becoming more dangerous quickly and now he'd dragged his sister in it, not to mention Malik was threatening him to not give out more information if he wanted his job. "Look, I'm not here as an agent I'm here as your brother to make sure your okay, however I feel about... people with certain talents it dosen't matter. Personally, I don't think there all bad I'm not tryna round em all up and stick em in a cage." He wanted to tell her more really, especially with her having powers but he still felt accountable for Nathan, their father's death, even if he didn't directly pull the trigger.

"..I stabbed a woman, Flint- I stabbed her to save you..."

Flint looked down, this was the part he didn't want to deal with. Sure Elle worked for the feds just like him, but it was different. She was the one who got the info, she didn't have to see the carnage up front. "I know... Elle... and for that I really thank you, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, but neither would alot of people. It's never easy to just take a life, especially the first time but alot more people would be dead if you hadn't, everyone at that facility, even more people outside of it."

"..t-take a life..?" Her lips parting slightly at his words, Elle lifted her head. Her bright eyes meeting with his.

Flint's eyes didn't even want to meet Elle's as she looked up, he knew this was hitting her hard and he looked down. He realized Elle didn't remember what happened, maybe not even her powers. "Yeah Adora's..." He felt a knot in his throat. Damn it Malik.

"..I-I killed her..? I thought-... I thought you said two empowered killed her..."

Flint held his down, at this point he couldn't lie. This was something that he knew would come out, and he put his hand on Elle's shoulder. "Listen, sis... your one of them." It was so simple to just tell her, the pain medication made him feel light headed, warm, loose, like everything would be okay even when it wouldn't.

Shifting slightly on the bed, sitting herself up a little more, Elle pulled her shoulder out from under his touch, "..what do you mean I'm one of them..?"

Flint noticed her shifting, and for a second thought maybe the opiods had him too open. "Come on Sis, there's no other way to say it. That's how were alive, there was more then one of you, the other you.. .is why the real you and me are still breathing."

"..there was more than one of me..?"

Flint got up and walked to the door closing it. Upon doing that he went back and sat back down. "Clone. You made clone of yourself, Elle."

Letting out a nervous laugh, Elle shook her head, "Heh... good one. That's not possible. I didn't disappear... I was on vacation when that happened to everyone. I'm pretty sure I'd remember."

Flint scowled at Elle, and rolled his eyes. "Elle listen! You know how I feel about this situation, people having powers and everything. Maybe you were drunk outta your mind or just like everyone else you plain don't remember getting vaporized, but you turned into a clone!" Flint squeezed his forehead as a few tears formed in his eyes. "You think I would lie? My job is to bring people in, help the world, so what am I suppose to do when your one of them?! Not a damn thing. I lied to Legion, I lost my father, mom's not around anymore, I can't loose you too." At this point Flint wiped his eyes briefly and shook his head the whole madness of the situation getting to him.

"..our father... we lost our father..."

Flint just looked down. "You know what I mean sis, I can't loose anybody else someone's gotta look out for Tommy. He already lost Sandra and Rose." At this point tears welled up in his eyes, all the losses. Absentee mom, vaporized father, wife & daughter dead in the car crash from all those years ago, and he hadn't been able to see Tommy regularly since he worked for Legion.

"..don't... don't you dare try and use my nephew against me, Flint..." Shaking her head, her own eyes hit with a familiar sting, Elle held back any tears. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of having got to her, "I have always been there for him- for you. Even when you couldnt be."

Flint couldn't even respond to this he felt bad about bringing Tommy up at all, but this was all overwhelming as now he was lying to her & Legion. "I know Elle, this is just so much it should have been me, not you... if anything I deserve to be an empowered not you, but it dosen't matter they'll never put you in any prison for powers as long as I'm alive."

"..just... go, Flint..."

"Really? Alright... Elle..." Flint just got up he had nothing else to say to her, she knew she had powers, if she did anything and got in trouble without him then he'd do his best to help her as much as he could.

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Paradise Maine & Kalep Jackson

Location: The Paradise Bar - Atlanta, Georgia; USA.
^{Interacting With: Each Other.}

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"Ughhh, practice makes perfect."

That's what Kalep was so prone to hearing, yet it seemed like his life was one mistake after another. He'd decided against telling Darius about the heist for now, and was contemplating telling Jace. He was surprised he didn't see Jace on the news, so maybe he wasn't as bad as he initially thought. Probably just the calm before the storm, I do need to be practicing my powers, that Carter guy had a whole fucking light show, and I'm still bending the will of bar-tenders not to pay for drinks. Maybe I can't get a million fucking dollars in a day, but I need to make something or else I'll be back at the dealership if this Grand Theft Auto Mission dosen't work out. Thoughts in his mind he made his way into a popular diner near Taste of Paradise, and ordered a full course meal baked chicken breast, sweet potato casserol, green beans & mac n cheese nothing beat a good southern meal especially when you were nursing a constant hangover.

"I'll go order our food, you grab us a table and wait."

"..okay..." And with those words, her brother was already on the move through the crowd towards the bar. Aside from having that little bit of a language barrier, really, it was the one thing she couldn't understand about America. They allowed children to get their drivers license at such a young age, but when it came to drinking alcohol legally, the age restriction was set pretty high. Back home she could go out with her friends, she could drink without fear or worry, here though... here she wasn't even allowed to approach the bar without getting into trouble..! It was so strange...

Sighing softly, her hand lifting, neatly tucking some of her vibrant orange locks back behind her ear, Paradise glanced around the room. Her soft gaze flicking about as she searched for an empty booth or table.

Spying one not too far from where she was standing, she kept her head down as she headed towards it. Not wanting to disturb anyone else around her. If she was being completely honest with herself, she wasn't sure she even liked Atlanta... it wasn't her first choice of places she would have chosen to visit; and why her father had chosen to come here, she wasn't too sure. The mere thought of her father caused her heart to ache slightly. She hated not knowing... not knowing what had happened to him- not knowing where he was... She only hoped they could find him soon so that they could all just go home and back to their normal lives.

Slipping into the booth, she slid across until she was able to lean against the wall. Her hands resting on the table, and her gaze focussed on them, she played with the end of her sleeve. Staying silent as she waited for Kaidyn to return to her.

It wasn't long before his food got to him and he was ecstatic tearing it apart. The first meal of the day when it was early enough that he felt too guilty to drink was the best, even without alcohol enhancing the flavor. As he downed his food, he mentally instructed his waitress to bring him an ice tea, and forget to put it on the tab. Now let's see what thoughts I can peak around in, hopefully nothing I can't unhear or unread whatever. "Yeah the Drinking age dosen't make sense here." He said a little bit too loud as he heard some female thinking outloud about how some of America's drinking laws were ridiculous. Come on someone think something interesting that's not disturbing whoever thought mind snooping coud be fucking boring.

Lifting her head at the sound of a voice, her glossed lips parting from one another, Paradise glanced around. She... hadn't spoken her thoughts out loud again... had she..? Heat rising in her cheeks, embarrassed by the situation and at having gone and made a fool of herself, she hesitated. Eventually scooting over in the booth until she was able to look around the end of it and into the booth that was right beside the one she was in. Her eyes settling on the man that was eating on his own.

"..I-... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you..."

So he decided to put all his attention into his food, there wasn't much else going on. He figured he might go to a junkyard later, and see if he could run some jedi mind tricks on the owner to let him practice his powers. "Huh oh" He looked up seeing a beutiful girl sitting down in his booth with him to apologize, and he realized he'd responded to her thoughts out loud. Err, I can't exactly tell her that much as well accept the apology... He took another sip of his ice tea and chuckled. "Naw it's all good you ain't bothering me at all, shit is different out here in the states, we can go to the military and die at 18 but can't drink until were 21 fuck that." He'd always been personally irritated by that law, especially before he was of legal drinking age but as of now it wasn't a problem.

"Heh... tell me about it..." Relaxing slightly, her hands coming together in her lap, Paradise met his eyes with her own. Holding them for a moment before her gaze dropped to the table between them. Her hand lifting to nervously tuck her hair back behind her ear again, "..our first night in the States, I got yelled at for sitting at the bar... back home the legal drinking age is eighteen, so... I mean, I'd heard it was older here, but I didn't think that was actually true..."

Sure he didn't find any interesting thoughts to survey, but he found something he even better Paradise. "You got yelled at for sitting at a bar? Nonsense, I mean I get it nobody's trying to get closed down, raided by the cops and go to jail trust me not out here... but it also depends on your with. Guarantee I can get anyone to serve you a drink, even here I'd bet 20 dollars on it, the gift of gab." Yeah I got the gift of gab, just needed to be vaporized to really use it. "You didn't think it's true? Honey anything about the laws being tougher here is true, they'll arrest anyone out here for any little thing if they catch you slipping." He took another sip of his tea, and cut into his chicken before eating a few more bites. "So what brings you to Atlanta? Career in music or movies, vacation, work?"

"..our dad went missing a few weeks ago... last we heard from him, he was in Atlanta... we came to find him..."

"Damn I'm sorry about that." Kalep felt for her, that's what thoughts he'd read in her mind earlier. "Not trying to be funny or anything but did you try calling the police, ya know making a missing person report, I don't like cops myself, but this is one time the might be useful."

"..they said there was nothing that could be done... it's why we're here..."

"Yup that sounds like the cops out here, be careful out here though." He felt bad for her, from a whole different country out in Atlanta, trying to find her dad. But that was his problem always trying to help other people, even whe he was in a bad situation himself. I'm sleeping on my sister's couch and I'm really thinking how could I help this person. Still the growing itch to do something was gnawing at him and he peered into her mind trying to read into her recent thoughts to get some insight about her, and her predicament.

Chewing on her lip for a moment, Paradise nodded her head lightly. He was worried about her... it was sweet; especially since they'd just met and didn't even know one another's names. Relaxing that tad bit more, her hand sought out the pendant she wore around her neck, playing with it absentmindedly as a small though sweet smile crossed over her features. Causing her eyes to sparkle lightly, "..we will. Thank you."

Peering into her mind he was surprised at what he read. Another one? She's in control of her abilities right now as long as her emotions are in check, yup moral reason to use mind influence if I need to. Thoughts of her home life, and powers flooded his mind rapidly, unlike Alan she was an open book. "Sure thing Paradise, my name's Kalep by the way, it's crazy..to think were similar." This time he used his power to speak to her mentally allowing her to hear his voice in her head. I mean sure you can make it hotter, colder, rain, sleet and snow, I'm jeleous but I kind of like my talent too.

Smile faltering slightly, his voice filling her mind causing her eyes to widen and her lips to part in surprise, Paradise stared at him. Her eyes flicking back and forth between his, seeming to search them for answers.

"..you-... you can read minds..?"

Read Minds, or talk to you with my inside voice, but the parlor tricks don't end there. Using his power ever so slightly he caused Paradise to lift a few feet off the bar seat hovering before setting her down lightly. "Weight lifting without my muscles, that is honestly more fun then reading anything you hear alot of crazy and personal things people would never say, working on being able to completly control it still." He sighed there were some thoughts he didn't want in his head.

It... was a weird sensation.

She knew she wasn't heavy, but she wasn't exactly the lightest person in the world either- wait... did that even matter..? Was weight a factor when it came to lifting people with your mind..? She wasn't quite sure. And as soon as the puzzling thought was in her mind, it was gone again. Her attention returning to him as his words hit her ears. He was upset... Everyone always joked that if they had one super power, mind reading was one of the top three that they would choose from, but no one ever really took the time to think about it... about how it could affect them.

"..I suppose it's not always nice... hearing everyone's thoughts..."

"Yeah I'll back off I'm sorry invasion of privacy and all, but it matters but it dosen't. You know my mind has its own muscle I have to work out, but lately I've been working out my liver too much instead." He grinned dark humor was his favorite kind especially when it a hint or flavoring of truth. "It's crazy I've met two other people like me in the past week, you make three... I wonder what it all means."

"..I don't mind... and... I guess if you know about my powers, you know that my brothers the same as us too..."

"Your brothers powers." Kalep raised an eyebrow he must admit he didn't scan his mind. He'd read thoughts about her brother, and traveling there but he was more focused on her, how attractive she was, and most importantly the plight with her father. "I must admit no I didn't pay that any mind, speaking of him did you say anything before you ditched him not that I'm ever in a hurry to loose the company of someone as gorgeous as you." He flashed a smile as he threw her a compliment.

"..you-... you think I'm pretty..?"

Heat once more rising in her cheeks, the blush more than noticeable on her gentle features, Paradise let her gaze linger. Locked with his, "..u-uhm... he's, uh... he's getting food..."

This is where I need to read her mind at. He decided against it, what if he ever lost his natural charm, he had to keep the skills useful he had before his powers. "Whaaaat, pretty naw beautiful there's no way you see your face everyday in the mirror and don't think the same." He nodded his head to what she said about her brother as he kept his eyes interlocked with her. She was gorgeous, but it was something else about her that drew him to her. Her vibe was so pure, the feeling was reminiscent of how he felt about Tasha when he around her.

His words only serving to help the blush that was already giving color to her cheeks to grow brighter, Paradise finally managed to tear her gaze away from his own. Letting her eyes fall to rest on the table between them as she began to chew rather shyly on her lower lip. Her hands both lifting to play with the ends of her hair. He thought she was pretty- no. He thought that she was beautiful, "..I-I dunno, I... I look in the mirror and... I just... I just see me... nothing special..."

He noticed her blushing, and actually smiled a bit. She was such a genuine person, he had second thoughts of even flirting anymore. It seemed everything he touched had a way of crashing & burning, and he didn't want her to get caught in the cross fire. ."Really, I know what I see." Using his ability he allowed an image of Paradise to show with bright light in the back ground truly illuminating her figure. "Your special, don't let nobody tell you different."

The way that he saw her... she'd never seen herself like that before. It was so... different, but... in a nice way.

Hands falling away from her hair, instead coming to a rest on either side of her, fingers curled gently over the edge of the seat cushion, Paradise lifted her head. Her soft gaze once again locking with his as she leant forward a little. Her smile lighting up her features, and reaching the corners of her eyes causing them to crinkle slightly. He was so sweet, "..thank you, Kalep... really..."

"AWhh it's nothing really, someone gotta tell you the truth." One thing about this power was it made him want to be honest to people he wanted to trust or like him. Being able to infilitrate minds, made being fake feel even worst then ever before. I'm really starting to get the hang of this mental mojo tho He was feeling more confident with his abilities, he wondered if that was just her energy rubbing off on him, or just working his mental muscle was helping him out. "Whatchu finna get into today? It might not look like it but I just started using my power often a few days ago, I need to practice if you wanna join me let me know. The last message he directed towards her again speaking mentally not wanting to say that out loud

Today..? That was a good question... Surprise flickering over her features for a moment, caught by the offer that he'd just given to her, Paradise lifted her hand from where it was rested to instead delve into the depths of her jacket pocket. Pulling out her mobile, she flicked a glance at the time on the screen before she laid it down on the table in front of her. Heh... where had the morning gone..? Guess it was true when people said that time really did fly when you were enjoying yourself... enjoying the company...

"..nothing much really- I mean, I don't have anything planned. We only just got into town last night, so... Kaidyn and Dean are probably gunna go ask around about dad; I normally just... hang around the hotel and wait for them to come back..."

"Yesterday huh, well I def wanna practice some powers, but I can show you around the city I don't work today." Or ever again at least at that raggedy dealership, I refuse to live like a peasant with super powers. "Shit we can look for him too, I really asked cause I need help to learn from what I saw your better with yours then mine"

"..well... I don't see why not..." Smiling softly, thoughtfully, Paradise shrugged her shoulders lightly, "..it would get me out of the hotel; and even if we couldn't find out anything about my dad, it would be worth it, helping you with your abilities... so... sure. Okay. I'd like that."

Kalep was relieved to have her company, but also help from someone else with powers. Sure he wanted to work with Alan as well, but he felt when that came it be far more rigorous. "Yeah I can show you around, places to go, places you probably want to avoid, and it;s not all about me I'm sure you can learn stuff too." Really, he just wanted her presence it was something about her, beyond her power but he didn't believe in anything beyond basic liking or lust at first sight but they had been talking. The Waitress came over to the table to give Kalep the bill which he gave along with a $10 tip. "Tell me about yourself besides being Storm, what do you do? What do you like to do out of curiosity?"

"Well... I'm only nineteen, so I'm in uni at the moment. That normally keeps me pretty busy, but I do like to sneak away and go camping with my friends when I can. Get in touch with nature and all that."

"Nature huh, it does have a certain serenity about it. Personally with my lifestyle I've been dragged and stuck in the city, the industrial lifestyle too damn long too damn often." He paused perhaps what he needed the most was a vacation. "I miss college, but what I don't miss is not having a steady income." Yeah well what she don't know is shit a brother still ain't got one now.

Chuckling softly, Paradise's smile brightened, "Admittedly, camping does help out with my course work. I study botany, horticulture, and zoology. And I'm also looking into branching out to marine biology as well."

"Huh, who'd ever thought, but whatever works works dosen't it. And Marine Biology, sexy and smart huh. I settled for corporate law, just want to be able to write up my own multi million dollar contracts ya feel me." Slightly bragging, but not completely intentional. Mostly because he had less then $2500 to his name so he wasn't drafting any multi-thousand contracts not to mention millions, but also wanted to show he'd been to uni himself. "Aye Listen why don't you take my number down, hit my line and we can parlay later."

Reaching out, taking her phone up from where she'd left it on the table in front of her, Paradise nodded. Her thumb brushing over the screen; first unlocking the phone before bringing up the contacts section. Making sure to press 'add new' before turning it around and offering it to him, "Okay.. sounds like a plan."

"Bet, Imma see you later Paradise." He got up feeling good about his plans for later, he could get some practice in before he got with her later. Ight, as warm as she got me feeling, I do need to fuck around and get some money today, I tipped this mafucka $10 and he ain't give me a refill in 25 minutes, shit I'm tripping I need that shit. He shook his head as he headed out the diner at least he was full, had a mission, and later today something to do.

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Isabella Françai & Christoph Tanner

Location: Isabella and Saville's Home (London; Englnd) & Rivera Family Home (West Vancouver; Canada).
^{Interacting With: Each Other.}

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"Isabella? This is Christoph, from Canada. I wouldn't normally bother you like this, but I'm afraid I've run into a bit of a hard to explain emergency and you're the only person I know who might be able to help."

"..Christoph..?"

Christoph... A frown crossing her features, her tired mind eventually catching up to the conversation, Isabella's free hand hit the mattress. Her body shifting slightly over the bed until she was able to sit herself up. Her back resting against the headboard as she took a moment to rub at her face. Reaching over to flick her lamp on only once she was comfortable and a little more awake, "..Christoph Tanner..? Hi... yeah, sure, I'll do my best... what do you need..?

Chris took a breath to prepare himself for a lengthy explanation. "So, I'm sure you've seen news reports about people who disappeared a while back having returned with new abilities. Well, a... friend of mine has a form of precognition, where she draws future events. One of her recent drawings is... unsettling, but detailed enough that with some help, we might be able to find out more and warn somebody ahead of time. The only person I know who can help spread this around and find someone who knows the location is you."

It was definitely too early in the morning for this type of conversation... but Christoph was one of the most talented artists she had ever met, not to mention one of the most polite gentlemen she'd had the pleasure of meeting. He was a good man, and a good friend; and lack of sleep or not, she wasn't going to turn down helping him out when it seemed as though he needed her, "Uh, okay, okay... hang on a second."

Throwing the covers back, her body twisting as she did so, Belle's feet hit the ground. Taking a moment to get up and stretch before she brought the phone back down to rest against her ear. Already on the move. If they were going to have a serious conversation such as this, she was going to need a cup of tea...

"I... well, yes, I mean... I have been made aware of the people who vanished for a time. I-... I was one of them. Though I wasn't aware that a number of them were gaining abilities. If I'm being completely honest with you, it sounds like something out of a Stephen King novel..."

"I know, it's... hard to take at face value. I would probably be more skeptical myself if... if I wasn't constantly dealing with the side effects of my own power." Chris wasn't sure how to react to the realization that Isabella was another person who had disappeared. He decided to file that information away for later and just focus on the topic at hand.

"You have abilities too..?"

Pausing as she reached the kitchen, her hand on resting on the cupboard handle, Isabella let her gaze wander a moment, "Okay, now I'm really beginning to feel left out. Because when I returned, I had nothing but a mountain of work waiting for me back at the museum..."

"I wouldn't," Chris sighed, "At least two out of the three people I know who got powers have pretty much had their lives ruined by them. Though things might be looking up for me at least." He spared a glance for Zoe, and considered that even with all the misfortune his abilities had brought, without them he wouldn't be here, with her. At that moment, the phone he was holding passed through his hand and dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Scrambling to pick it up and almost knocking over the food still balanced on his lap, he hastily put it back to his ear.

"Sh- I mean, sorry, dropped my phone.."

"Oh, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm just putting on the kettle. So... you mentioned something about painting..?"

"Right, I'll send you a picture now." Laying the drawing flat across the floor in the best light he could find, Chris used his phone to carefully take a photo, like he had so many times with his own art. Sending the file as a text attachment to Isabella, he returned to the call.

"It should be coming through now."

Pulling the phone away from her ear, her thumb flicking across to hit the speaker button, Isabella laid her phone down on the counter. Her hands busying themselves with getting her tea ready, her eyes were drawn back to the screen as the notification saying she had a message popped up. Opening the conversation, she leant forward. Her elbow resting on the benchtop as she began to flick through the various works of art she had been sent. Waking up further the more that she looked through them.

"..this... isn't your work- these are amazing. Who did you say the artist was again..?"

"Well thanks," Chris said wryly. "The way you said that kinda sounds like you knew they weren't mine because they were good." Shaking his head, he looked at Aira.

"The artist is someone you wouldn't know, and that's not their usual work, though she is remarkably talented for an eight year old."

"Christoph, please... you must give me more credit than that. I know the work isn't yours because the brush strokes are different- you have a unique style. One that is not so easily replicated." Shaking her head lightly, her attention drawn to the kettle as it whistled, she grabbed up a tea towel. Folding it over a couple of time, she took the kettle off the stove, pausing before she could pour the hot water into her cup; his words finally catching up to her, causing her gaze to draw back down to her mobile.

"..wait. Did you just say an eight year-old is responsible for those works of art..?"

"That's right Isabella, and I'm afraid that's all the information I can give you about her over the phone. For such a talented budding artist, I'm sure you understand my desire to keep her out of the spotlight at such an early stage." Chris didn't mention anything about the hardships Aira had gone through already because of her art.

"..I understand... and I shall keep the information to myself. Though, I must ask, what do you expect me to do with this..? What are you looking for exactly..?"

"The best idea I could come up with was to spread the painting around like an old phone tree, and hopefully someone will be able to recognize that area. You were the person I thought of with the most connections."

"..I'll get on it right away." Replacing the kettle back to the stove once she was done with it, Isabella took a spoon to her tea. Stirring it lightly before adding a dash of milk and repeating. Speaking again only once she'd lifted it to her lips and had taken a sip, "..I have a few friends in the blogging world. I'll give them a call, see what I can do. But I'll also dig around in the art world and let you know what I come up with. Is there anything else..?"

"No, I- Thank you for everything, Isabella. We should... catch up, sometime when there isn't an impending crisis. I think it's time I brought myself out of isolation."

"It would be nice to see you again, yes." A soft smile playing over her lips, she turned her back to the kitchen counter. Leaning back against it as she held her tea in front of her, "There are quite a few people wondering where you have gone off to."

"I'm going to work on it slowly, get these abilities under control before I reenter the public eye, but for now I want to find people I can trust with my secret. I'm tired of being a hermit."

"Well, I'm honoured you trust me enough with this. And if there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to call."

"I'll keep that in mind. Goodbye Isabella, enjoy your tea." Chris hung up the phone with a sigh, then looked at the time printed on the screen.

"You know," he said slowly, "It occurs to me now that London is in a different timezone than Vancouver."

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Isabella Françai

Location: Isabella and Saville's Home (London; Englnd).
^{Interacting With: No One.}

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The journey had been a long one… Very long. However, the very sight of the beautiful castle looming overhead, casting its grand shadow over the land, was a godsend in both her heart and mind. She was tired; and was more than sure that Phillipe was just as in need of a well-earned rest as she was. Letting go of the reigns with one hand, Isabella lifted it up to the hood of her cloak. Her fingers curling gently, holding the material for a few moments before she pulled it further down over her face. Shielding it almost completely from view as she continued onward, gently nudging her horse in the sides with her heels in an attempt to urge him forward and through the gates that led up to the castle itself.

She couldn’t say exactly what it was that had drawn her to the Kingdom. Whether it was the constant dreams showing her the exact path to take… or the rumors of a monstrous beast roaming the lands- perhaps it was a combination of both; she couldn’t tell. But there was just something that had pushed her to make the journey... and whatever it was, she was going to do everything she could to find out.

Slowing to a stop once she was at the foot of the stairs leading to the castle, Isabella drew her leg back over the horse. Stepping down before she turned to look up at the stunning grand structure that stood tall, towering in front of her. It was... daunting… to say the least...

Turning her gaze over to a few men from under her hood as they approached her, she hesitated but a moment before reluctantly handing the reigns over to them so that they could tend to Phillipe. Letting her attention turn back up to the castle, she lifted her head up. Her hand coming up to slowly lower her hood down to her shoulders so that she could get a better look at it. Even if she didn’t get the chance to hunt down the beast that roamed the Kingdom, then maybe… just maybe she might be able to get some answers about the dreams she had been having for as long as she could remember…

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Pulled from her slumber by the sound of music filling the confines of the darkened room, Isabella groaned softly. Her arms tightening around the pillow for a few brief moments before rolling over. Her back hitting the mattress, her head continued to turn. Her hand reaching out. Patting a few moments at the bedside table, she eventually found what she was looking for. Her fingers curling around her phone, she tilted it. Her eyes, opening slowly, flicking up to glance at the time displayed on the screen. It was early. Really early. Like not even four in the morning yet. Who in the world was calling her at this time..?

Unable to help the yawn that passed through her lips, her body stretching. She relaxed. Her thumb brushing over the screen answering the call, Isabella once again closed her eyes. Bringing the phone across until she was able to hold it against her ear, not bothering to even so much as sit up.

"..mmm... hello..?"