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

[Chocolate_Chip_Cookies_13]

•Alysson Sadie-Ann Blackheart•

Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Metal

................ Alysson passed through familiar halls down on her way to the vice's office. She looked to the door but decided against walking through it. Rather she turned left into the library. She had come in here many times when she was first learning to read. She could remember a voice.

................ His voice was soft but serious. He would always be leaning over a book and pages of work. He was ten she was five but when locked in a room together anyone would eventually begin to talk. She had been leaning against a wall with her barbie already tossed aside. Her imagination reached its limits after barbie had flown around the world and had dresses from each country. Ali had pushed herself from her seat and began to search through the shelves for something to do. She stumbled across a thicker book. It contained no pictures except the one on the cover. It was a large black rat shape with red eyes. Called 'The Dark Portal' she had been attracted to the shine of the eyes but the sory was interesting. She had taken it over to where the boy was studying and tossed it infront of him. "I can't read, please tell me this story," she said. The third sentence she'd ever said to him, the first being an introduction the second being completely ignored so she had given up speaking to him.

................ He had accepted to read this book, and they sat in 'her' corner. Alysson laid on his lap while he read of the mice fighting rats and the rats skinning the mice. He told of how the leader was a cat and the whole time they were fighting an enemy. Ali had wanted more of the books but they never got in the other two.

................ Shaking her head a moment she came back to the present. She was holding the old book in her hands. She hid the copy in her shirt on their last day together so she could read it when he wasn't there. Alysson felt her eyes get hot when she thought. "That boy was very nice, I wonder what happened to him?" she asked aloud to herself sitting on the edge of a table. She began to read the lines and kept thinking back.

................ Her wings hurt. She could feel a searing pain from the scars. Why was it hurting so bad? "Katan, it hurts" she said clenching her small hands and balling up some of his pants. He just patter her head and she felt some of the pain subside. "Do you have magic?" she asked him? "Yea but don't tell" he said with a grin. She smiled and nodded her head. Her wings felt better and she looked to the book again as he continued to read. Ali sat up a bit and closed her eyes. He was a very nice boy when he wasn't yelling at her for pulling his work from under his pencil.

................ Ali snapped back and checked her phone. She really needed to get going if she wanted to make it on time. She slipped the paper back into its hiding spot and smiled as she walked out of the room. That boy had gien her strength when she needed it. She really wanted to say thanks the next time they met. She always thought of it. Since the time they parted she always thought of him.

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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]

[the_light_cycle]

It takes two...

【Jetta-Devona-Gem】

Jetta found herself moping on the stairs, nibbling on her poptarts. Strawberry filled sprinkled poptarts. Her favorite. It wasn't toasted but the outside was nice and chewy, the inside soft and gooey. Poptarts were nostalgic for Jetta. They reminded her of her father and sister. It was years ago that she ate this exact meal with them. Minus the SunnyD of course, dad hated the stuff. He said it tasted like orange juice and Peptobismal.



"Now, Jetta, you must share with your sister." Their father chided as a six-year-old Jetta took a great big bite of her hot from the toaster poptart.

"Aw dad." She whined but complied by giving the other half of her poptart to Isalie, as their father ate the other one. Jetta and Isalie shared pretty much everything. They did this every morning. They ate breakfast together before dad got them ready and off to the school bus. The girls had matching pigtails, different colored ribbons. They were dressed similarly but in different colors and there was always some small accessory that set them apart from each other. Jett'a accessory for the day was her big heart shaped baret on the side of her head that held her bands to the side.

"Dad, do you like your work?" Jetta asked as she dunked the last bit of the crust from her poptart into her strawberry milk. Jetta hated milk but if it was strawberry she'd drink it.

Dad looked at her funny, as if he either didn't know how to answer or was surprised that she had even asked. "I think I do." He chuckled. Isalie and Jetta laughed. Dad could be so silly. He was a big goof but he loved them and they loved him. He was a good dad.

Jetta snapped out of her daze when a message played over the 'intercom' above. It was a repeat. She could tell from the pause and click noise before the message began to play.

To All Requested P.O.W.E.R,

Head out time will be an hour earlier to avoid unneeded sacrifice in time.
Meet in HQ Office in 10 minutes.
Tardiness or absence will not be tolerated.
That is all.

-K.Q

"Oh shoot!" She cursed as she jumped to her feet, poptarts and SunnyD tumbling from her lap and spilling on the floor. Oh, well, clean that up later. She took off upstairs to her room to grab something a little more appropriate to wear. She took her cloak and gloves. She kicked on her boots that she found from under her bed and stumbled out her bedroom door and thumped back downstairs.

"Kathline? Katan? Um...Mickey??? " She hollared, hoping someone was still around. Maybe if she didn't show up late on her own she wouldn't have to hear another lecture. Jetta was use to being the slacker/screw-up but sheesh she wasn't a good-for-nothing all the time! But it seemed like this time she was definitely going the get that 'why are you such a dip' lecture eventually. Then again, the word "dip" might not be used. Something a bit harsher would probably work though.

But for now...one will simply have to do.

[the blue bomber]

mickey sighed... well, even if he couldn't cut right to the chase (quite literally, though it might be considered as more of stalking than chasing) and walked on inside, eventually hearing someone calling out his name... jetta. that was her name. she was an okay girl, maybe a bit odd, but she had some bad stuff in her past, he didn't remember specifics, but her sister was seperated from her... what was her ability?... he didn't quite remember, only that it had to do with twins... but he was being called for, so he raised his hand, putting it in the timeless 'rock on' gesture to show her where he was, faintly strumming out the tune of manowar's 'die for metal'... it was a good song, and reminded him of his first encounter with truly classic metal... good times.

[the_light_cycle]

It takes two...

【Jetta-Devona-Gem】

Mickey. Now he was an unusual one. He was the kind of person you see and think 'And people thing I'm weird? Pfft.' Mickey was a total metal head and he was always listening to some weird crap Jetta could never make out. For all her black clothing and red eyes she was more of a 1980s ballad and hair band kind of girl. Not to mention her guilt pleasure was the 1990s pop group The Backstreet Boys.

"Mickey! Thank God! Okay, so you heard the message right? About the meeting?" She had run over to him and grabbed his arm, tugging. "I haven't seen Katan or Kathline so I'm guessing we're late. Crap!" She looked around. "I am totally screwed. This'll be like the upteenth time I've been tardy. The bigwigs are gonna flip." She pulled away to pull on her cape and gloves. "We gotta go! Like now." She huffed.

But where to? Jetta wasn't very good with details. Plus she had zoned out for a good ten-fifteen minutes before she heard the message. "Ok, so....when all else fails. Go to H.Q.!" She blurted excitedly.

Oh goody, now she got to rush to H.Q. to sit through a meeting she didn't even want to attend. But...wait. Jetta was probably the only person in the world who could literally be two places at once. Grinning she closed her eyes and focused. She saw the image of her sister, Isalie. She paid attention to details and thought of mimicking them.

Seconds later she opened her glowing red eyes and an exact copy of her split from her body and came to stand directly on her right side. Both Jettas were blinking at Mickey then one was leaving for the door. "Tada." Jetta trilled. "Now I can go back to my poptarts and SunnyD." She skipped away but her copy had other plans.

"Hey now! Why do I have to go to the boring meeting?!" She griped. "I wanna stay here too!"

Jetta sighed. "I can already see where this is going. You're gonna wanna make another dupe (duplicate) and then she'll want to stay and I'll have to make another dupe and so on and yadda yadda yadda." Jetta sighed, turning around and walking back to Mickey. "Okay....fine....looks like I'll have to go. Yo, dupe Jetta! Clean up the PopD mess." She grinned, giving Mickey a playful elbow in the side. "Like that one? Its a blend of 'poptart' and 'SunnyD'."

The Dupe Jetta rolled her eyes and trudged over to the mess. "Jeez, can we never not make a mess?" She groaned as she wandered into the kitchen for a wet rag to clean up the mess.

Jetta looked to Mickey. "So....we better head out. Ya'know so we're not toooooo late." She hooked her arm through his and started tugging him towards the door. This was pretty normal for Jetta. Duplicates were semi-independent. They could act on their own but if Jetta pushed them they came to obide by her. The duplicates were like pieces of her mind pulled from her. She could make up to five, maybe six duplicates before she was exhausted. She had never made more than seven at a time. It seemed that her trigger to produce her dupes were to think of her natural duplicate, Isalie.

But for now...one will simply have to do.

[the blue bomber]

"i did, and i think 'sunnytart' might've been a bit better. and i guess we'll get movin'... i would've thought being two or three guys would be easier... then again, i can't see myself doing drums, or taking bass without a fight over who got guitar..." said mickey, thinking of a band of five or six mickeys before he said "actually, if you're getting ragged on for being late, i might be willing to take the blame for a bit. if you want to, then run on ahead, i'll lag behind a bit and listen to some music. let the big guys yell at me for a while." and waited for a response, keeping a steady, but slower pace compared to jetta... even though he was a bit wary of his superiors, yelling at him for tardiness or not paying attention was no big deal for the mickster, and jetta was friendly enough... she might even be willing to help him out in a tough spot if he asked her, and to mickey, a free save was worth his boss screaming in my ear about who i'm supposed to be! get a three-piece-woah. did he just mentally start singing 'the youth gone wild' by skid row?... meh, it was a good song, and actually fit mickey. could be a theme song for him.

[the_light_cycle]

It takes two...

【Jetta-Devona-Gem】

"Really?" She asked, amazed. "Hey, thanks Mick." She gave him a nudge punch in the shoulder. "If ya ever need anything....ya know that I'd actually be able to help you with....let me know!" She grinned and called her dupe over. The two duplicates looked at Mickey. Each gave him a quick peck on the cheek. It was more to butter him up than anything. He could always change his mind last minute.

Jetta and "Jetta two" stepped away and fumbled for the door, fighting over who would get out first before they realized that they both could. "Today's just going to be one of those days, huh?" Jetta asked "herself". Jetta Two shrugged. "Looks like." She sighed and as this happened they touched hands and they merged together, a faint red light encircling Jetta as she was made whole again. Her eyes returned to their normal darkred color and she turned the knob and opened the door. "Thanks again, Mick....Jagger." She grinned. "Wait...." She paused at the doorway. "This isn't right. I mean the chances of me not getting yelled at are reeeeally slim. We're both in trouble now. I mean, we might as well take it together. Maybe they'll go a little easier on us?" Yeah right.

But for now...one will simply have to do.

[the blue bomber]

"we both might get ragged on a bit, but they always seem to focus the worst of it on the last guys there... or the ones who don't show at all, but if you insist, i'll come along" said mickey, trying to ignore the kiss... even though it probably wasn't anything truly romantic, he was a bit nervous about the whole idea of falling in love, and wary about what a potential lover could turn out to be... i mean, would any POWERS agent survive falling in love with petty thieves, backstabbers, or those friggin' ESSENCE kids? even if they lived, it certainly wouldn't be pretty, and even though mickey thought jetta was on his side, he tred to be cautious about this sort of thing, and double-agents occasionally did pop up... hell, mickey was just a step from being one of those double agents himself! but nonetheless, he walked into the room with her, hoping that they didn't get chewed out too badly by the higher-ups (not that there were many for them, but still.)

[Neveahada]

I can look in the mirror,
And see me looking back.

【Isalie-Grace-Gem】

But the girl I am is different,
Then the girl looking back.

Isalie had waited half an hour but the vice did not open the door so she sighed and turned and walked away from the door, she wasn't going to stand around the entire time. Isalie walked back back into the house where all of them lived. She looked around, she felt alone. She thought of her sister and a pain filled her heart, would she ever see her again? Isalie walked up the stairs to her room, she went to her bed, and laid down. Her eyes felt the tears coming but she pushed them away, she didn't want to cry today. She felt like today was going to be an okay day, where her emotions went high and low. She closed her eyes tightly as she hugged her pillow. She was annoyed and bored that no one was around, maybe they were on a mission or something, but they would of at least asked her to come? Or would they, she didn't know. She had no idea who half of her group was, she hardly talked to them, she didn't want to get to know them. Just in case they were taken like her sister was, she couldn't stand someone else being taken away. Isalie frowned as she sat up and looked around her room, she looked at her lap top and opened it again she was going to search for her sister again. She closed her eyes hoping she would be able to hear her sisters thoughts. Isalie knew if she screamed loud enough in her mind she would be able to transfer it to another person; would it work for her sister? She didn't know. Isalie focused on her sister and thought loudly, JETTA! Isalie's mind went soaring around, she could sense it her mind was searching for her. Then all of a sudden she was thrown against her wall. Isalie swore loudly, she hit the back of her head. She stood up now as she got off, of her bed. The back of her head was bleeding, she could feel the blood dripping down. Isalie went to the bathroom and grabbed a cloth, she put cold water on it and dabbed it at the back of her head. She didn't know if it worked or not, but she had to try it. Isalie wondered if Jetta heard that or not, Isalie went back down stairs and into the cafeteria again she sat down waiting, hoping the Vice would call them again, and at least show up or come get them. She frowned looking around the place it was quit boring here.

She has the same eyes,
She has the same hair,

Her inner appearance is, however;
Not the same.

[Cherabreena]

< LuBlont did tell your character to enter, Neveahada. >

[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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Breakfast over, Nicholas slowly got up as felt his PDA tremoring against his chest. It was two messages. One of them was titled important, marked by a dark red envelope beside the topic. The message was brief and unemotional, only demanding his presence in a testing room for precognition training. Of his powers, Nicholas found his illusion abilities to be a lot stronger than his ability to look into the future. He was not looking forward to his tests; They discovered that simple things such as guessing numbers before they appeared did not work for him, and head began moving onto more life threatening situations, hoping his mind would be forced into sensing the future before he was killed. Hidden blades poised to shoot out in boxes that promised candy, slices of cake rigged to launch pendulums down if he picked up the wrong one. All of these tests failed so far, only giving Nicholas a few close encounters with death. The scientists' patience was growing thinner and thinner with each task they gave him; at one point, Nicholas had overheard them discussing a new idea. They would line a squad of shooters, and Nicholas would have been forced to pick out those that were using real bullets, lest he wanted his brains blown across the wall. Shuddering at the thought, Nicholas began making his way to the labs to see what surprises that had for him today.

"Behind these three doors are three men", a gruff male voice echoed through the intercom of the testing facility that Nicholas was locked inside. The walls and floors were built of a white, polished tile, and the only colour in the room was the three red doors that loomed over Nicholas.
"One of them will have a cookie for you. The others will shoot you with their tasers on sight. Choose wisely", the voice continued, explaining why Nicholas was naked from the waist up. His skin prickled with the cool air that ran over him, making him close in on himself slightly to maintain whatever warmth he could. If they were going to put him half naked in a room, the least they could do was heat it up for him. However, whatever complaints Nicholas made would be disregarded with the disappointment of another failed test. The intercom clicked loudly, leaving Nicholas alone in the desolate room, attaching wired patches to his head to let the white coats read his brain activity.

"Okay, here I go!", Nicholas called out, holding his hand near a cold door handle. Nothing came to mind at first, nothing to tell him who was on the other side. Looking around for some sort of confirmation, he altered his hand position around the handle, trying to set off something in his mind telling him what to do. Sighing, Nicholas approached the next door. It looked exactly like the last, and gave him the exact results. No information or visions about cookies.
"Hey, have I had a precognition yet? What am I feeling for?", Nicholas asked aloud, turning to the wall behind him. A long pause cast over the room before the answer came.
"No changes in brain activity. You have not had a precognition. Continue.", the intercom boomed. Giving a hopeless sigh, Nicholas gripped the door handle hard, tearing it open to find out what was on the other side. A large, bald white coat stood in the door, tapping the button on his taser lightly to give a sickening cracking sound of electricity.
"Cookie?", Nicholas still bothered to ask, holding out his hand. In response, the white coat stabbed two extremely hot prongs into his chest, giving Nicholas no time to react before he pressed on the trigger. Electricity echoed through his body from his chest, tearing across his skin as it's heat burned deep into his flesh. His body suspended by the metal contraption that was literally frying him alive, his muscles clenched tightly, giving him no way to cry out in pain. After what seemed to be an eternity, the taser was pulled back from his skin, letting him drop to his knees. The door was slammed shut, before a voice announced the men were now changing places behind the doors.

Left in the heavy stench of burning flesh, Nicholas only lay against the ground in shock. His fingers and feet still felt the pulsation of the electricity racing through them, discharging into the ground beneath him. The middle of his chest was now in agonizing pain as a deep red and purple mark began blossoming across his skin. If his laborious breathing became to deep, it would send a wave of excruciating, raw pain across him. Shakily pulling himself up, Nicholas reached out for the same door again. Taking a lighter grip on the door, he turned the lock until it clicked.

The man again, smirking as he watched Nicholas pull the door open again. Giving little time for Nicholas to move, the weapon went through his skin again. His eyes glowed as he watched the pain course through Nicholas' young body, adding another scorch mark. However, he was going to make sure that this one left a scar...

Taking a sharp breath in, Nicholas' hand flew from the door handle. The image seemed hazy, he was sure it was what would have happened to him. Choosing the next door, the white coat in front of him gave him a warm smile as he held out a plain oat cookie.
"It's 'bout time!", Nicholas only remarked, taking the cookie from the man's hands. He took a small bite from a hard edge, feeling the cookie crumble in his mouth as he began to chew the sweet tasting treat he had earned. However, the pleasure wasn't going to last for long.

"WHAT THE HECK!", Nicholas cried out, once the jitters from the electricity had come to an end. Another blazing mark tore across his chest, adding to the damage. The pain was more than Nicholas had ever experienced in his life; he wasn't wrong when he had decided that the white coats seemed to want him to suffer
"If you could truly see the future, you would have known I would have shocked you after giving you that cookie. You have failed the mission. Go see what your real one was about...", the response came, as all of the doors flew open. Even though Nicholas hadn't exactly given the results they wanted, they still seemed to be talking about when Nicholas had a true precognition. Talk about heightened brain activity and some other things that Nicholas couldn't understand began echoing through the room, as if he wasn't standing in there at all. The probes were torn off of his skin, and a towel laid across the back of his neck to wipe up all the sweat that had began accumulating on his skin. The scientists then regrouped, making there way back into their observatory as they began talking about some sort of drug to induce his precognitions; they knew what parts of his brain to stimulate, so there would be little complications now...

"Why are you still here? Get out and find out what your real mission is!", a voice demanded, pushing Nicholas away before he could see what else was being done in the back room. Into the warmer air of the buildings lobby, Nicholas looked down over the grotesque burns that marked his body. He didn't want to turn up in front of his superiors with them streaking across his body, but it was too painful to put something over them for now. Taking his cookie in between his teeth, Nicholas pulled against both ends of his towel as he looked up and down the hallway he was in, wondering where he was meant to be going.


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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

[Cherabreena]

【Patrick "Réticent" LuBlont】

< Okay, since people are online at random and seemingly not willing to go talk to LuBlont - making me feel it's impossible to gather more than one person at a time at his office - I'm just gonna do it like this:
I hope you don't mind. >

♠ Eventually the volunteering teenagers began to show up at LuBlont's office with their newly provided reports. Of course there hadn't been time for them to read them through thoroughly, but at least now, they had some information to start with. Furthermore, LuBlont quickly told the arrived teenagers what little he knew himself, and that it was important to retrieve the scriptures before the P.O.W.E.R.S. did. There should be no questions from the teenagers; this mission wasn't much different from so many other minor missions. After the brief gathering, LuBlont told the kids that they were free to go and look for the scriptures where ever they wanted and whenever they were done with their usual training and chores, though that the sooner they would get started, the better. Waving them out of his office, LuBlont was left on his own again.

< I know it's ridiculesly short, but... meh... >

[-Ella-luv]

『

❤ 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

S he felt his gaze on her but chose to ignore it. Being one of the ‘specialized weapons’ for P.O.W.E.R stares were a bothersome but typical daily routine. Taking another sip of her coffee Kate pushed open the door to the Cafeteria and took the same course as she had done earlier on in the day.

Kate rolled her eyes at the politeness; he didn’t need to give it to her. Mister, Misses, and in fact any introduction before a name was what Kate thought as unneeded. She herself accepted it only as a reference to rank, for it was required for her to use Sir and Miss to any superiors while individuals below her used the same system to acknowledge her. Even so Kate had never had much of a normal life, and she knew little about the lives of people outside the organization. She does however know, or at least think that people no longer used such terms when two already knew each other unless they were in the upper classes of the population. No matter though, Kate will refer to him in the way she liked, just calling his name.

It was these days that make Kate wonder about her existence. She lived and breathed for the organization, and their purpose was her purpose, or so it seems for now. For someone like her P.O.W.E.R was her only option if she was to want to let her powers find their fullest extent. Even if she was to be able to break the grasps of the organization one day it would never be the same for her to go into the world, especially alone. Shutting her eyes Kate tried to clear her mind, it was a waste of energy to think of such things. Opening them again she looked over at Katan before stopping at the door of the office. Sending him a smile she let the computer recognize her afterwhich saying with a tone of sarcasm,

“Ready partner?”

The doors slid open to reveal the Head waiting on his chair. Hearing Kate and Katan he looked up and smile, arching his eye brow looked over at Katan.

“I would have thought you left on your own or has Kathline charmed you into working with a group?”

Before he or she could reply two more people entered the room. Jetta and Mickey. Kate smiled at Jetta, she was somewhat odd in ways but she had endless ways to entertain Kate. Mickey however she didn’t know so well, but she does know however he is certainly into his Music. Metal in particular.

"Ah, so all have come, though you are 2 minutes late I will let it go for now, as you should know from the information given, the mission is to retrieve the scriptures."

Pausing, he pressed a button on his desk which pulled down a screen with a map of the U.K. Scotland was colored and a city called Edinburgh was circled.

"As you can see we have located the scriptures in Scotland, it will take you a few hours to get there in the jet, which is prepared on the C-Section roof. Questions?"

Tell me what you see
Is it a dream?
Or is it reality?
』

[Cherabreena]

【Celia Thompson】

♣ The door was opened effortlessly by a short statured man with a cap. He was dressed properly for his job as the door manager, or whatever his job was called. A calm smile was spread upon his elderly features yet a passionate fire burned behind the old eyes, clearly showing pride and passion for what he was doing. As he took a step back, still holding the door open his raspy voice spoke a "Hello, miss Thompson.", his eyes locked on the entering person. A flash of maroon obscured the entrance briefly, which made the old man flinch and blink his eyes repeatedly.
"Holla at you, Fred." a soft female voice spoke from where the brownish flash had been. A woman was standing in the entrance, her eyes hidden behind the usual tanned sunglasses; a confident smirk gracing her exotic features as she folded her maroon trench coat over her left arm, taking in the surroundings as if it was her first time in the P.O.W.E.R.S. lobby. The smell of sterile and embarrassing clean surroundings met Celia's nose as she walked through the room, a gentle bounce to her steps. Stopping at the reception, she drew a small ID card from her purse and ran it through a device on the counter. It beeped twice, the receptionist greeted Celia and she was now free to proceed to the elevator.

♣ The women's locker room was pretty much empty when Celia entered after a boring elevator ride. She motioned towards her locker and threw her purse on the nearest bench. But instead of changing to her usual lab-coat and gear, Celia merely drew whatever she found necessary from her locker. She wasn't going to stay in today, no. Today was special. Celia had been working along with her colleagues on a subject of holy scriptures. A team, primarily consisting of the gifted teenagers, was to be gathered today. That much Celia knew, and she was also aware of the fact, that she was going to go as well. Sure, she might only be of the biological branch when it came to the scientists, but better to be cowered all around than not. She was finally done filling her purse with a few supplies from her closet - even though she was aware that everything she would need could be found wherever she was going. Celia was excited about this trip. She had never really gotten to speak to any of the gifted teenagers, merely been 'privileged' enough to investigate their DNA and biological factors.

♣ So when Celia was ready, she left the locker room and went for the elevator once more.
"Going out of the country today." Celia spoke, not really directed to anyone, though the boy running the elevator clearly noticed, however he remained silent.
"I smell a raise, soon." Celia continued, clearly unaffected by the continuing silence from the elevator boy. Celia didn't blame him for his unresponsive nature, though. Actually, she barely acknowledged his existence at the moment.
"C-Section, roof." the boy announced as the elevator came to a halt. Celia nodded and with a sly smirk on her face, she stepped outside into the cold. I should have kept my coat on, she thought to herself as she patted her bulging purse where the trench coat had been placed. It didn't matter, though, 'cause there it was; the jet-plane that was to fly her off into the unknown.
"You know, I've received my orders to go on this trip whenever the time would be right." she spoke as she blocked the door for a moment, looking at the stewardess through her glasses. "But now I think it's about time I know where we're actually going, darl." Celia's tone was far from demanding, but soft and welcoming.
"Scotland, miss Thompson. Please, have a seat." the stewardess replied with a smile before showing the way to Celia's seat.

[the_light_cycle]

It takes two...

【Jetta-Devona-Gem】

Jetta looked over the scene before her. Kathline and Katan....conversing and being nice to each other. Wow, okay. Maybe it was just her but Jetta was pretty sure POWER kids were pretty much all professinal. She knew the three of them good enough but there was a common understanding of stay away from me and I'll stay away from you. Not only that it was also a common belief that things were to stay neutral. Watch your comrades back but not at the expense of your own. Jetta had always been particularly bad at this because her central force of motivation for anything was family and well, having no heart didn't match motivation. But anywho, it was kinda weird to see the two of them together in such a place. It made her think of teenager movies were two best friends become soulmates......and then Jetta was off in dreamy dream land....until she heard Kathline speaking to her. Oops!

Jetta tugged Mickey along with her as she came to stand beside Katan and Kathline. Once again, she was reminded how "perfect" and "up to par" they were. And, no Kathline had presumed wrong. Jetta had no idea where they were suppose to go or what they were suppose to be going. "Uh....yeah, I totally knew about the scripture thingys." She waved Kathline off with a "pfft".

Jetta's attention perked up as the name Edin-something or other came up. Okay, so they were going away. To....Scotland. Holy crow!

"Alarighty then....so....'road' trip right?" She smiled cheesily. Jetta mulled this over for a bit, gnawing on her lower lip and tapping her foot. "Okay, sounds good. What the hell." She shrugged, looking from Mickey, Katan, then to Kathline.

"Wait...." She scrunched up her face in confusion, closing one eye. "Should I have questions?" Jetta figured she might as well ask, just to know how much trouble this would get her into. Was she suppose to know more than she did that she wouldn't have questions or should she be smart enough to question something that wasn't there? Who knew. Damned if you do and damned if you don't.

But for now...one will simply have to do.

[the blue bomber]

"any particular reason they'd be hidden in scotland, the land of manskirts, lake monsters and bagpipes? because i, for one, think scotland is sort of odd, a touch gay, and boring... seroiusly, doesn't the thought of men wearing skirts seem... gay?" said mickey, joking a bit, though he did wonder why scotland of all places... why not iceland? or maybe germany? hell, he'd prefer going to russia to this... mainly because bagpipe music was NOT his thing... he really hoped that his old-school MP3 player was charged, because he wanted to listen to his good 'ol classic metal instead of bagpipes, and he figured that he didn't want to use his powers every step of the way. he'd be too tired to do even one good earblaster if he did that!