► Σ ȿ ș ε ᾐ ȼ έ of Ҏ ȭ ш є ɼ ◄ { O//A }

[Rasui]

(Searching for a destiny that's mine.
There's another place another time.
Touching many hearts along the way,
Hoping that I'll never have to say:)

【It's just an illusion

illusion

illusion】

Nicholas pulled tight a white, silken glove over his left hand, clenching it tightly to adjust the fabric over his skin. It fit well, giving him a pleasing feeling of softness as he rubbed his fingers together. Holding both of his hands out flat, Nicholas made a quickly flourish outward, extending the palms of his hands out in front of him to his imaginary audience. Turing his silken hand in, he passed his other hand over, flicking the wrist of the gloved hand to reveal a vermilion red coloured apple. Pressing gently on it, it felt firm and supple against his hands. It's dark skin shone brilliantly in the ambient lighting, tempting it's holder it taste it's blanched and silvery flesh. Nicholas' teeth penetrated through the bitter casing, tearing off a mouthful of the fruit. A thin rose coloured liquid poured from the corners of his well-formed lips as he mulled it over in his mouth, staining his skin as it rolled down to his chin. However, the fruit in his mouth tasted of nothing. It was nearly impossible to swallow, and it gave him little satisfaction. No matter how alluring and enticing Nicholas could make it appear, it was still only an illusion. The illusion suddenly dispersed itself, the fruit fading away in a brilliant golden flash.

Sighing, Nicholas removed his glove and replaced it with the other. The only significance it played was in it's insignificance; Nicholas didn't need any aids to create his phantasms, his delusions. His stomach clenched at the thought of the apple he had created. He had woken late, and now it was already 10:00 am. He'd be lucky to any breakfast, but he decided to try and calm the hunger with some black coffee. Removing the illusion of the door he had created in the door frame that lead to his room, Nicholas passed quickly through, leaving the frame empty.

"Good morning, sir!", a young man with a bright expression called after Nicholas as he passed him. He was wearing a E.S.S.E.N.C.E uniform, a black and white formal-yet-casual outfit. Nicholas returned the favour with a weak smile, raising his hand to acknowledge the welcome. Alas, not all of the people at E.S.S.E.N.C.E seemed to take a liking to Nicholas; with the power to distort the true appearance of objects and delude people into thinking what he wanted, how could they? Some people even went as far to claim that Nicholas' face was only an illusion he imposed on himself, or that he was truly a woman disguising herself as a man to play on other women. All these claims were false, but some people decided to take them for truth. In the end, the only person deluding them was themselves.

"A black coffee, no sugar", Nicholas called to the chef from behind the counter, hearing a clattering before a response came. Tapping his foot to the beat of a song he was mumbling, Nicholas leaned casualty against the counter as he turned to look over the cafe space. It was mostly empty, except for a few people who had come to read or that were finishing the last drops of their morning drinks. He gaze slowly came upon Clairissa. He had seen her around from time to time, but she was a person that often confided in herself. That was probably why Nicholas knew very little about her, apart from her name, age and her power. Technopathy, whatever that was.

Subtly reaching for a menu to his side, Nicholas bit his bottom lip as he concentrated his power into it. Pulling it from his back, he was no longer holding a simple cafe menu. In his hands lay a large but thin lightweight laptop. It's silver, untarnished exterior flashed radiantly in the bright cafe lights, and it's matte black keyboard glowed with an dark blue under glow. It was probably one of his best illusions yet: It even played a starting up theme and the screen lit up with a desktop page.

"Uh, Clairissa, right?", Nicholas asked innocently, taking a sat opposite her as he lay down his 'laptop'.
"The latest Pineapple McBook I ordered just came in this morning", he began, almost boasting about it.
"..but I'm having trouble accessing some of the main system registries. Could you help me out?", he asked, turning the laptop toward her. Maintaining his illusion when he released his grip on the object was a challenging feat, but Nicholas managed to keep his face straight as he let it go and took the coffee that was brought to him. He stared deep into the mirror like surface of the steaming drink, before taking a small sip into his mouth. It was bitter, but smooth and refreshing.
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(Could it be that it's just an illusion
putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that it's just an illusion now?
Could it be a picture in my mind?)

Farington】

Mark

【Nicholas

[3nd_0f_TYM3S]

☾☢ClairissaCroryVon Heilwig☢☽

☓Technopathy☓

❝Vibrations you present
Startles my understanding
A challenge to my ordinary❞

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Clairissa sat at the table trying to just keep herself away from the other's conversations, when a boy came over to her. She looked at him from her hood and saw who he was. She had seen a file about him. His name is Nicolas and he controls Illusions. She looked down at the laptop he presented to her. Asking about the most simplist of things. Even a young child would know. Yet he asks her how to do this. As she reached for the laptop she stop. She tried to make it shut, yet it did not comply. "Hmm.." She simply said. Though very gently. She looked up at him, his innocent smile on his face. Well she knew it was not so innocent now. "Do you know what a technopathy is?" She asked him. A simple question though she wasn't expecting him to answer.

She stared at him trying to see the expression changing. "I am able to manipulate technology. A telekinetic manipulation. I can control anything that is mechanical and has a system. Anything that has to do with technology I can control and sense." she looked at the computer. "And I know what you can do Nicholas. You are able to generate Illusions making people see what you wish them to see." She looked at the laptop and pulled her hood over her face and turned away. "That isn't a laptop. I can not sense anything that is mechanical. You may have been able to produce the sound, feel and rather appealing look, yet all in all it will never be able to fool a Technopathy." She said. That was the most she would ever say to someone. She spoke in a monotone like voice showing no emotion to him. But she was rather irritated now.

"If you wanted to make conversation, you should have just come over to simply say 'hello' instead of playing tricks. The one downfall of being an illusionist, after awhile, no one hardly ever believes you anymore.." She said with a sigh. The chef had waved at her to say her food was done. She got up and walked over to the food and grabbed it, and walked back to her original seat not bothering to find another seat. If he wanted to talk more that was fine. "If you do get a real computer and not an illusion, I would gladly help you with what ever you need." She simply said. After all its what she loved to do. Many interns and other people that worked in the offices came to her for advice. She didn't mind it yet they hardly did so unless it was very important. Not many people liked to be around her. She gave off and strange vibe, is what they said.

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❝£isten to me!
€an't you hear my voice call to you?
¥earning for your touch!★❞

[-Ella-luv]

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❤ K a T h L i N e -P o S t E r U s - V i S u M ♠

The future
What can you see
What would you do

T he sound of running water snapped Kate back into the more realistic world. Taking in a long breath she continued her walk back to the Diner, skipping breakfast would not be a wise decision, especially if she was going on a mission in hours. She had been sitting next to the fountain in the Garden it was peaceful, until the other lower ranks came to interrupt her. Her way of escaping the millions of questions they seem to have for her power is just a simple Illusion. She could even brush past them, because to them she would just be another gust of wind.

On her way Kate opened the small case in which her scythe was held in and examined it. It was defiantly updated, from what she could tell it would extend and extract to the amount in which she would like it to. With a simple push of energy and an image set in her mind the scythe grew till it was the same height as she was. Satisfied Kate turned it back to normal and put it into the pouch she had at her side which held a pen and some folded paper at all times.

Before entering the Diner Kate checked first to see if Oliver was still there or not, and with a sigh of relief she entered to find Sebastian waiting for her.
“Ah Ms Visum your meal has been prepared, still kept fresh, would you like for me to bring it out?”
As expected of the head Butler. “ Yes that would be great thank you.”
She took her usual seat again on the blacony and began to sketch away at the missing few details of the what seemed to be a long forgotten church.

Tell me what you see
Is it a dream?
Or is it reality?
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[Cherabreena]

【Patrick "Réticent" LuBlont】

♠ It was that ridicules tingle deep inside his abdomen which had subtly settled itself nicely and uninvited; that buzz of accomplishment accompanied with poorly suppressed anticipation. Little did it help that the unwelcome sensation grew for each over-excited breath and heartbeat of the man standing on the other side of LuBlont's desktop. He kept shifting his weight from one leg to the other and back again. Patience was clearly not a virtue for this person. It was difficult to determine whether or not this overeager employee was even the slightest aware of the tension building up in the jaw line of his superior as he demonstratively kept his eyes on the report he had just been handed moments ago.
"And you are certain this is of importance to the P.O.W.E.R.S.?" Patrick LuBlont said, finally cutting through the pressing silence. He reluctantly raised his gaze from the paper briefly, to make sure his question had successfully reached its destination.

♠ For a moment the worked up employee seemed to space out, his enthusiasm deflating with LuBlont's question. Confusion had now filled the brief void and with that, LuBlont's eyebrows rose for a second.
"Well..." the employee spoke, his hands rubbing against each other in an embarrassed fashion; an action which lured LuBlont's attention.
"We have been working on this case for about a week... The scriptures... Forgive me, sir, but... I thought- we thought you'd been informed about it... I know you've been ill, but we just... Well, we know... I-"
The rest of the cluttered speech ended in a blur to LuBlont's ears. Yes, he had been sick for a few weeks and had only just returned this morning, however he had expected to be kept ajour about details and updates within the organization. Now, that he was quickly running his eyes across the pages of the report, he didn't recall getting any information about 'sacred scriptures' at his private residence. Now, he was sitting here in his own office with an employee who knew more about what was going on within the walls, than he did himself. Annoyance started to manifest within him, but was effectively diminished by the prominent solicitous energy emitting from the stuttering man.

♠ "Calm down." LuBlont demanded silently, as the purposeless chattering kept on going. The trippy employee grew silent and after a deep breath, the disaray of contradicting feelings within him seemed to settle down. It was amazing how the tone of voice, a certain way of uttering words, could have such a delight effect on people.
"I will need some more time on this report. The kids. Do they know of this? Has an excursion been arranged?"
The employee who had found himself the liberty to drop down on the chair behind him, bobbed his head up and down in a nod.
"Some of them know, sir. No excursion, yet. We are waiting for the green light from... you topdogs." he laughed, a strange snorting sound at his weak attempt on wits. He was obviously starting to feel a little too comfortable. LuBlont grimaced, which, with a lot of good will, could resemble a stiff smile.
"Clearly I have been misinformed" LuBlont started, to avoid awkward silence, "and therefore I will have to discuss this matter with my superior. You can leave now..."

[Chocolate_Chip_Cookies_13]

•Alysson Sadie-Ann Blackheart•

Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Metal

................ A young girl's head was buried beneath three white pillows. Her brown hair was sticking out on every side as the light was shining in on her body. She had a white silken sheet wrapped around her body and two quilts on the floor. She had long slender legs and some strange bump on her back. Some saw her in the normal world and would think her to be a possible hunchback. Not that she covered her back very often, she found it restricting. Her bedroom door opened and a gentleman in his mid-twenties walked in.

................ "Mistress Alysson, it is time for you to wake up" the man spoke. His voice filled with courtesy and a slight hint of fear. He watched the body stir slightly as an emerald green eye glared out at him.

................ Softly and quietly she let out a grunt and threw herself off her bed. Alysson's arms stretched out as she stood up to her tip toes and reached for the ceiling. In one quick motion two large brown with white accented wings flew from her back. They touched to both sides of her room. Her current wingspan was fourteen and a half feet long and still growing. She stood nearly five foot nine inches flat foot and flat haired. The girl had a blue water drop on her left ankle and a flame tatooed across her lower back. The girl was wearing a thin white night gown that went to just above her knees.

................ She yawned and looked at the man "Good morning," she smiled at him before turning to get changed. At this point the man looked to the floor and hurried out of her room. He had been waking her since she was eight and he was fifteen. He knew well enough by now that she would change if he was there or not, and many times he wished she would wait. It bothered many people to see her scars. Alysson had grown accustomed to her back, she had had them since she was six or so and they were apart of her but other people always wondered about them.

................ She pulled into converse that pulled up to her knees and shorts that would be considered on the shorter side. Her shirt was a black disturbed shirt with the band logo scrawled upon the front. Her hair was pulled into two low pigtails and she had a black sweater tied around her waist. Alysson looked in the mirror to make sure she looked okay and headed off down the stairs to the cafe. She could almost feel her stomach eating itself.

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These are my strengths and these are my weaknesses.

[ O H . O H . S E E . ] [Sorry for taking so long to actually post... ]

[Rasui]

(Searching for a destiny that's mine.
There's another place another time.
Touching many hearts along the way,
Hoping that I'll never have to say:)

【It's just an illusion

illusion

illusion】

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"Well, I tried...", Nicholas mumbled to himself as Clairissa got up to get her breakfast. Dispersing the illusion in a pale white aura, he righted up the menu and set it aside. It stood in it's lonesome, it's worn paper far less appealing than it's last form. Nicholas ran his finger over the corner of it, softening and splitting the paper beneath it. Technopathy seemed complicated to him; Technology classes were never his forte, and the way Clairissa had described her power had made it seem more elaborate and complex that he had first thought. However, that was probably how others saw his powers. The ability to use only simple hand movements and careful distractions to reveal objects that hadn't existed before. He could create a fool's paradise, forcing people to see only what he wanted and in turn, force them to think what he wanted.

'Wow, when I put it that way, it sounds really evil...', Nicholas thought to himself, raising his coffee to his mouth. He watched Clairissa take her seat once again, unsure how to continue. His fabrication discovered, there seemed little point in trying to distort her view of reality again. Did she want him to still talk to him? He couldn't tell just by looking at her. She seemed to show little to nothing of her disposition to him so far, whether she saw him as a friend or just an annoying deceiver.

"So, um...sorry for trying to fool you?", Nicholas tried to begin, before his voice faltered away to the suppressing silence the seemed to hang over the table. Shifting in his seat, he looked down into his coffee once more. "Awkward...", he breathed as he took a sip from his drink. Carefully, his dark eyes looked up toward Clairissa as he set the cup down. He gave a weak smile before saying, "So, uh, you can control things with a system, like...". Nicholas' gaze wandered across the cafe, looking for anything that looked like an operating system. It'd be sort of mean to shut down someones laptop or force words onto it, so that was out of the question. "...like...the TV there?", he asked in the end, motioning to a small TV that was mounted against the corner of the room. No sound came from it, and Nicholas could make out the small figures of news reporters at a desk. The headlines scrolled by in a flashing red, announcing something about a parade going on in a foreign country somewhere. "You don't have to if you don't want to", he only said as he turned back to Clairissa, although he was hoping that she would. It seemed only fair, after displaying the physical actuality of his powers to her.
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(Could it be that it's just an illusion
putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that it's just an illusion now?
Could it be a picture in my mind?)

Farington】

Mark

【Nicholas

[3nd_0f_TYM3S]

☾☢ClairissaCroryVon Heilwig☢☽

☓Technopathy☓

❝Vibrations you present
Startles my understanding
A challenge to my ordinary❞

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Clairissa was about half way through with her food when Nicholas spoke once more. Though this time it seemed that her answer to him about the 'laptop' had gotten him off guard. She looked at him as he spoke to her. She then looked over at the TV he had pointed out. She nodded slightly. "Yes that is the general idea." She said then decided it was her turn to show off. She looked at the TV and concentrated. She turned it off. Though a few people had moaned with disappointment that their entertainment was turned off. The person incharge of the remote had turned it back on. She then decided that she would have some fun. She turned it off again, and again the man turned it back on. She did this a few times. She stopped and started to change the channels. One of the channels was the Animal channel showing a lion disfigure an Antelop. Many people gagged and screamed at the man to change the channel.

He tried though it would not change. Many people stood up, unable to finish their food. She wasn't concerned if Nicholas was impressed, but that how many people she could disturb with her little trick. She then found a channel that had sharks. Though apparently one woman in the cafe was terrifyed of sharks. What a coincidence. She ran out of the room screaming her head off. Her fun was running out now and thus she turned it back to the news channel. Many people were confused but a few knew it was her. "Clairissa! What have we told you about doing that sort of thing! It's not very nice!" The man with the remote yelled to her. She ignored him and continued to finish her food. "I hope that was a good enough demonstration Nicholas." She said as she turned her head towards him.

She then let out a sigh as she finished her food. She got up to throw away the plate and put the tray away and came back towards him. "I'm sorry about my dispostion. I can't help it much. Many people stay clear of me because of this problem I have, if you don't want to become angry or irritated by my attitude, you best stay clear as well." She said it with a quiet voice. She then started to head to the door to exit. She didn't have a friend in E.S.S.E.N.C.E but that was fine by her. She was afraid of it to be exact. With what her parents did to her, she was afraid it would happen again. Having to leave the people you care for. Though if you had no one to care for then that wasn't a problem. No sadness to feel, and no anger.

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❝£isten to me!
€an't you hear my voice call to you?
¥earning for your touch!★❞

[Chocolate_Chip_Cookies_13]

•Alysson Sadie-Ann Blackheart•

Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Metal

................ Alysson opened the door to the hall and looked to the left then the right. She noticed no one was close so she allowed her wings to open. She stepped to the banister and pulled herself onto the edge. She was on the top floor, she could fly into her window so they didn`t care if she was way up top. Alysson leaned forward over the edge and fell about ten feet before she allowed her wings to actually catch some air and slow her. Her body slowed quickly as she passed the top three floors. Two more down and a left and she`d be in the cafe. Ali smiled as she continued her fall and banked left.

................ She entered the cafe and attempted to land without to much flapping. She had learned everyone would be picking up after her if she did so. Alysson managed with only a slight flap to stop herself. That little bit would stir the closest tables and ruffle hair to the furthest reach of the cafe. Ali looked to the chef and smiled. "Two omlettes, three eggs each, a grilled cheese sandwhich, three slices of ham, two pancakes, buttered with syrup, three slices of french toast and three glasses of orange juice two of chocolate milk" she said all in one breath. The chef nodded and began to cook, they always had the pancakes and french toast ready for 10:10 so she could start eating. Alysson had an incredibly high matabilism and actually needed ten normal sized meals a day and breakfast at triple sized. Her wings took so much energy to use and gave her a faster heatrate. Ali smiled at the man and took the first tray of food with the chocolate milk to the table. She could see the illusionist and the girl with too much use on computers. Alysson knew them both by name, she knew most anyone here mainly based on the fact alone she'd been here most of her life.

................ "Hey guys, how are you today? Enjoying your food?" She asked these questions with a smile. She had control over the elements which no one else had. She also had large wings on her back that no one in the world had. Alysson was different but she was not sure she hated it. Ali actually often let herself be seen by children while she flied through the air. She had been in the paper more times that some wanted.

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These are my strengths and these are my weaknesses.

[ O H . O H . S E E . ] [ N O T . M U C H . T O . WRITE . H E R E]

[Chocolate_Chip_Cookies_13]

【Damien-James-Valtimoore】

................ A young adult was sitting on his bed. He was incredibly bored. He had been up for the last three and a half hour and had already eaten. He knew Alysson would be waking up soon and so would everyone else if they weren't up already. His white hair fell infront of his eyes as he looked out the window. It was bright out. The man pushed himself off his bed and made his way to the door. The man yanked open his door and made his way to the cafe.

................ Damien was just outside the cafe doors when he heard something being yelled in the cafe he pulled open the door. Damien saw a blue haired girl. She controlled... Damien reached through the stream and pulled into her power stream. He shot it off in the direction of the wall and could see power cords running along. "Technopathy" he smiled with a light nod of the head "Nice" he grinned and looked at the girl "Good day to you" he said with a smile.

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[ O H . O H . S E E . ] [ Sorry about the shitty opener for him.]

[3nd_0f_TYM3S]

☾☢ClairissaCroryVon Heilwig☢☽

☓Technopathy☓

❝Vibrations you present
Startles my understanding
A challenge to my ordinary❞

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Clairissa was stopped by another female. It was Alysson. She was very interested in this girl. Not only by her wings but that of her power over the elements. Clairissa only found a select few to be interesting. And when she is interested in something, she takes the time to learn everything about it. She nodded at the young woman not really giving her a smile. "Good morning Alysson. I'm feeling just fine and my breakfast was just fine. Thank you for asking." She said not raising a chord of her voice to any other level. As she then tried to leave another one had stopped her with a comment of his own. His name was...Damien. She had only seen him once or twice. Nothing too special really.

Though she had heard his comment on Technopathy. "Good day to you as well...Damien." She said with a nod. Though as she grabbed hold of the door and opened it a very thin young man had stopped infront. He seemed to not move an inch. Perhaps he was a new intern? "Excuse me." She said a bit irritated yet her voice did not change its pitch. He stared at her for a moment. "Oh! I know who you are! Your Clairissa I read a file about you. Man that really sucks what happened to you. And how you came to be here. Really." he said with a weak smile. She was now irritated. "How I came to be here is none of your business nor should you care about it. It's called a past for a reason. Now either move out of my way or I will blow up that phone in your left pants pocket." She threatened. He gasped and quickly moved to the side for her to walk through. She hated that more than anything. Pity. She didn't need or want it from anyone. She turned her head towards him, "Its best you stop looking at my file." She simply said and walked past him irritated.

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❝£isten to me!
€an't you hear my voice call to you?
¥earning for your touch!★❞

[Rasui]

(Searching for a destiny that's mine.
There's another place another time.
Touching many hearts along the way,
Hoping that I'll never have to say:)

【It's just an illusion

illusion

illusion】

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Amazed by Clairissa's display of power, Nicholas watched attentively as the T.V would turn itself off and change channel against the remotes will. It appeared as all that Clairissa had to do was just concentrate her power, and then technology would submit to her will. Her demonstration didn't appear to get a lot of good reactions, but Nicholas was still impressed himself. He was close to applauding, but the sound of her voice warning him to stay away from her immediately diminished the good feelings he got from her. In the end, he still didn't understand what went through her mind.

"Thanks anyway", he told her before she left. Placing his hand over his entire cup, Nicholas finished off the rest of his coffee, which had become a lot cooler since he had last taken a mouthful of it. He raised his hand, a signal that he wanted another as he set the cup down against the table. The chef recognized the signal, sighing as he wiped his brow of the sweat that had began forming. Alysson, infamous to Nicholas for her large appetite, must have already began her breakfast. Just as he had thought of her, the young elementalist gave him a high spirited good morning, in which Nicholas responded by giving her a smile of his own, knocking out a seat at the table he was at as he offered for her to join him.

"Having the usual, huh?", Nicholas asked her, falling back in his chair into a more casual position. He flicked his wrist gracefully, turning his hand into a clasping position. As soon as anyone watching him would blink, an exact copy of the apple he had created in the morning would have been cradled in his hand. In the presence of someone that ate so much, Nicholas felt as if he was acting rude if he was not himself. Bringing the fuax fruit to his mouth, he took a small bite into his mouth. Wiping off the juice that overflowed from the fruit, he began to chew the tasteless blanched flesh, mulling it over until he slowly swallowed it. However, he let no one know that it actually tasted of emptiness; as far as they were concerned, he was eating the most delicious apple known to man.

A young intern stumbled into the cafe, his skin whitened with fear. Unfortunately, Nicholas had overheard the predicament the intern had gotten himself into. At first, he was curious as to why he had never read anyones files yet. Was he the only one? Nonetheless, it was obvious he had hit it off badly with Clairissa. Having an enemy as mysterious as her was probably not good for his health. Sighing, Nicholas left his fruit as he approached the young man, pulling him harshly out of the way of the door way. "Stay out of sight for a moment...", he only told him, pushing him aside as he raised his hands just above his head. Making a quick flourish downward over his himself to the chest, an intense shimmer followed his hands. Now standing in the place of Nicholas was the intern, acne and greasy blond hair and all. The original intern only backed away from his doppelganger, surprised by the sudden change. Pulling himself up to the door frame, Nicholas/The intern sighed with relief as he noticed Clairissa stride down the hallway.

"H-hey! C-c-Clairissa!", he called out, surprising himself at how high and stuttered his voice had become as he assumed the man's identity. "Uhh...I-it's just that...I'M SORRY! I'M SUCH AN IDIOT FOR GOING INTO STUFF THAT DOESN'T CONCERN ME! PLEASE DON'T HATE MEEEEeeee!", he shouted across the hallway, bowing his head down until he could see his knees. Walking back from the door as he gauged Clairissa's response, Nicholas made no attempts to disperse his current illusion until he was sure that she could no longer see him going back. Strolling back to his seat, past the shocked intern, Nicholas fell back into the classic casual position, reclaiming his apple once more.


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(Could it be that it's just an illusion
putting me back in all this confusion?
Could it be that it's just an illusion now?
Could it be a picture in my mind?)

Farington】

Mark

【Nicholas

[3nd_0f_TYM3S]

☾☢ClairissaCroryVon Heilwig☢☽

☓Technopathy☓

❝Vibrations you present
Startles my understanding
A challenge to my ordinary❞

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As Clairissa was now thinking of what she wanted to do for the day, a loud yell rang through her ears that made her jump a few feet in the air, knocking her hood off of her head. She turned to see who it was that had shouted at her. Her bright blue eyes that she had inherited from her mother shown brightly from the light that had beamed down from the ceiling. It was the intern that she had just spoken with. He was apologizing? She tilted her head and sighed. "It's fine.." She mumbled and starred at it. Yet something was off. She looked at his pants and there was no phone. Her eye twitched but she guessed not to say anything. Nicholas. He was helping the intern..she guessed. She chuckled slightly then the chuckle turned into a laugh. She found this hysterical. She held her stomach as she laughed. Though it seemed to surprise everyone around her. She held her mouth as she laughed. She hadn't been surprised like that in such a long time. Nor had she ever laughed in such a way.

Though she guessed she gave that intern quit a scare. That was also funny. Though she found it interesting that Nicholas would help him out. She sighed after her laughing fit and wipped her eyes from the tears. Though her facial expression went back to its normancy. "I haven't laughed like that in a very long time..Thank you." She said quietly and then started to walk back to the intern. She pulled her hood back on and starred at him closely. Though the look on his face was priceless. She tried not to laugh again. Even she could see something funny once in awhile. Though it felt so foreign to her. "There is something that isn't on the file. I get irritated and very easily can you poke my buttons. My past is not something to bring up. Its a sensitive subject even for me. I won't hate you, however I won't forgive you if you do it again.." She said trying not to laugh again. She breathed in heavily and let out an even heavier sigh. "Since your new...I'll let you off the hook...for now."

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❝£isten to me!
€an't you hear my voice call to you?
¥earning for your touch!★❞

[Chocolate_Chip_Cookies_13]

•Alysson Sadie-Ann Blackheart•

Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Metal

................ Ali watched Nicholas eating an apple that had obviously appeared out of nowhere. She shook her head, the apple looked very tastey but how tastey in reality could a falsity be? She shrugged the thought and looked to her first tray. Ali picked up her knife and fork and began to cut little triangles from her pancakes and french toast. She couldn't remember her midnight snack or the four am breakfast. Ali figured she must've slept through both. She put the first bite to her lips and let the syrup touch her lips and tounge.

................ She could taste the maple syrup and the sprinkles that the chefs had put on her pancakes since she arrived. It had been one of the few things that had transferred from her life while her parents died. Alysson finished the first tray and smiled as the chef actually left the kitchen and brought her ommeletes, eggs and ham, he also gave her the orange juice. He smiled and took away her tray. She mumbled a thank you through a full month and smiled at him. This place was home to her.

................ The girl almost felt like drooling from all the food infront of her. She could smell the refreshing aroma's and almost taste the cheesey eggs. She smiled and swallowed her syrup covered delights. Ali then began to eat her eggs. She was so happy at the food. It was strange she felt so hungry, she had only missed two meals yeasterday. How strange it was that she hadn't eaten.

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These are my strengths and these are my weaknesses.

[ O H . O H . S E E . ] [ N O T . M U C H . T O . WRITE . H E R E]

[Cherabreena]

【Patrick "Réticent" LuBlont】

< Pardon in advance, for the massiveness of this post. >

♠ The door shut behind the employee as he left LuBlont's office. Patrick, still sitting behind his respective desk with the report in hand, let out a heavy sigh of relief as the atmosphere of the room settled as the last drops of rain, leaving the air clean and fresh. Untainted. This had been nothing, though. This man's emotion was just a little part of what LuBlont dealt with everyday and however annoying and exhausting other people made him feel, it was something he couldn't escape. He couldn't allow himself to do that. At least not as long as he wished to still stand on his own legs and be functional. The option of hospitalizing himself, undergoing long periods of medication was always an option. Small white pills which when popped would bring him in a state of complete serenity; a false feeling of safety.... Calling it a feeling would be a joke though. Indifference would be more fitting, but what kind of life would that be, if even a life at all? LuBlont had been there, done that in his early years when his parents' decisions still reigned supreme. It was not a part of his life LuBlont wished to re-live. Being on meds for his temporary flu, had been painful enough in itself. Just the thought of putting his health in the hands of 'better-knowing' doctors and their prescriptions was enough for him to recall and tremble from the mental trauma of his childhood.

♠ Of course, these thoughts were nowhere new to LuBlont, as they had been present for however long he bothered to remember, and they always seemed to linger just beneath the surface of more preserving matters, thus they had merely become a faint buzz on the border to his subconsciousness; no longer bothering him, however still a bubble of malevolent nature, ready to burst when provoked. LuBlont had now finished shuffling through the pages of the report, and he had no longer count on how many times he had done just that. With a determined expression on his face he let the pages drop on the desktop, before the faint whistle of the wheels on his chair, indicated him, standing up. His left hand travelled to the side, fingertips running along the antique oak wood until a soft lump changed the hard landscape of the table. Lifting the disturbance, it revealed to be a pair of soft satin gloves; today's color, light gray to match the tie. Slipping them over his hands, LuBlont came to think that gloves had never been preferable wardrobe to him, however they were life saviors... A corny statement, but true, nonetheless.

♠ LuBlont's visit to his superior’s office had run smoothly. He had not needed to ask many questions to get the information he desired. As the report vaguely had stated, the scriptures it described were believed to hold some valuable information. About what, exactly, was still a bit unclear. Whether it was merely sacred scriptures of holy and religious nature or if the context was more delicate and elaborate than so. All that could be known for certain, was that the P.O.W.E.R.S. seemed to be fairly interested in gaining these scriptures. How E.S.S.E.N.C.E. had figured out this information, was not told to LuBlont. It did not matter to him, though, and his superior knew this. For some reason one organization always had a clue what the other was planning, vice versa. Whether it be a snitch on both sides, was unclear. All that mattered, in LuBlont's opinion, was that nothing essential other than loose information about this or that, slipped out. So far, it had never been more serious than petty causerie. And plus, LuBlont knew that regardless of his indifference to small talk and gossip, he would be told if a perpetrator was found or someone would be under serious suspicion.

♠ "And we have absolutely no clue where these scriptures are." LuBlont had muttered from the uncommon position in front of someone else's desk. It hadn't been a question, more of a reassurance to himself, that he had understood things correctly. He had been confirmed, though, as his superior had not caught on to the rhetorical tone of LuBlont's voice. Apparently it had not been possible to know much more about the scriptures, than already stated. Seemingly the P.O.W.E.R.S. did not know where to look for them either, and therefore E.S.S.E.N.C.E. was now stuck.
"What do you suggest we do, then? You made it sound like a rushed matter. Should I arrange an excursion? A team of spies or...?" LuBlont had asked, feeling slightly frustrated by the uncertain situation of things. It disturbed him greatly when dealing with matters he had not been a part of from the beginning. Then it hit him, that gaining more information was pretty much their only option at the moment. With a sigh, not feeling any smarter than he had done before he arrived, LuBlont left his superior's office. Darn that person and its need to make LuBlont get his hands down and busy, when things didn't go as smoothly as firstly assumed.

♠ A gloved hand slipped into his pocket and drew a slim-line cell phone, it's metallic exterior cold and dispassionate. Flipping it open he dialed a certain security number, before letting his hands slip across the panel.
"Morning. Gathering a voluntary team to collect information of potential important material. A more detailed report can be found at your respective dorms in thirty minutes or less. Volunteers are ought to meet at my office at 11:30 AM. - LuBlont." The text message was brief and simple. With a few more clicks of the buttons, it was sent off in the various directions of the 'Gifted Teens of E.S.S.E.N.C.E.' Now it was merely a question of time, before LuBlont could expect visitors at his office.

[J u S t I n - Xla]

【Marcus-Bannerman Stormfield】

{Shapeshift}

It was a slow morning for the teen who was still in bed and groaning at the noise coming from outside his window. It was just another typical day, nothing exiting going on, so why the hell was he awake. Of all animals he knew the chirping birds outside his window were defiantly the most annoying. Forcing his still half-asleep body up Marcus sluggishly made his way to the window and with a slow growl which came from the back of his throat, scared off the birds. He would have jumped straight back into bed if not for the fact that his stomach had been growling almost just as loudly as the singing birds.

Marcus threw on a pair of jeans and a white shirt, leaving the buttons unbuttoned. Most of his clothes were simple and unfortunately ripped in some parts. He had never really cared for the craze of ‘fashion’, for who would buy a fox fur coat or a leather jacket when he could just turn into an animal that had one? He also rarely liked to wear shoes, but it was implied by the superiors that it would be better if he did, so that when he did turn back into a human he would still be able to walk around easily. So he shoved on a pair of converses and with a quick wash Marcus was dressed and ready.

Making his way out of his room Marc headed in the direction of the ‘cafeteria’ of E.S.S.E.N.C.E. His stomach growled at him, as if hurrying him on, so with a shrug Marcus released the temptation of turning into a cat and in the end decided that a panther would fit his mood. Without a hint of hesitation Marcus transformed into the large cat and started on a average speeded run. Though he passed people on his way they were in no way surprised, for it was normal and in ways expected to see Marcus in his being forms. Marcus could smell the inviting aroma of food and it was making his mouth water. He arrived at the ‘cafeteria’ and with a final bound felt his body stretched back into an upright position and with a smile he made his order.
“ 4 strips of Bacon, 4 sausages, 2 eggs, 2 pancakes, and a cup of coffee please.”
“Coming right up.”
“Thanks.”
A buzz interrupted Marcus’s search for a table. Reaching into his pocket he found his razor blue sidekick, flipping it open with one hand he found the annoyance of the day. A text message from that number. With a sigh he left it unopened until he found a seat next to the girl who controlled elements, Ali. He wasnt exactly close to her, but he wasnt very close to anyone, just friendly to whoever he bothers to talk to.Turning to her he let out a grumbled good morning and complaint about a mission on Monday morning.
"Are you going on this one too?"

{OCC : srry for late open post, hope thats ok :T }