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

[You_Think_You_Got_It_Bad]

ғeelings τhat ∂on’t ωant τo Ьecome ωords εxist

Anna groaned at the announcement and blindly grabbed the blanket, which was on the floor, and pulled it over her head. It's too early Then again it was always to early. Especially when one stayed up most of the night surf'in the net. She was an addict, of sort, to the internet. She could go without it for long period times, sure, but what the problem was that when ever she got bored she'd turn to the internet. Anna had tried occupy herself with other things, like polishing her ability, make a scarf (to many holes and gave up half way, tried to make a pompom (took to long), played with her hand held game Ds (got bored of it) and started to draw (Sucked at it). The evidence was sprawled all around her floor along with a couple of her clothes.

Anna laid in her bed for a few minutes, trying her best her to go back sleep but the announcement was finally processed by her brain. She threw off the covers and jumped off the bed. "s**t, s**t, s**t." She swore repeatedly as she grabbed random clothing items off the floor. She changed into a white t-shirt that had black chain graphic all over it and black army pants. Checking herself in the mirror, Anna grabbed a brush and quickly brushed her hair. It didn't take much for it to smooth out. Hopping on one foot, trying to put on a sock, Anna looked around where her black scarf could be. It was hooked on those hook stick thingys. What were they called again? Gaw, she hated it when she couldn't remember names of objects. It irked her so much.

Anna finally put on her shoes (with socks hugging her feet) and grabbed her scarf. She let it hung loosely around her neck, the ends even. She ran out the door, taking her black headphone (plus ipod) with her. Smiling at the sound of the click (ah the ease of technology), Anna placed the head phones onto her head. She tapped once on the left ear pad, knowing the colors would change. I feel like the color blue today She thought, tapping four times on it.

Anna ran down the hall, her beat speeding up, trying to get to HW office. She greeted to her fellow members"H-hi!" She said, out a breath as she burst into the office. Placing her hands onto her knees, Anna tried to get her breath back. After the first ten seconds of big breaths, she looked up at everyone and smiled. "What I missed?"

((What a great way to start the post, eh?))

ąn unreachable φlace ιnside σf φeople εxists, ηo мatter нow ғar φeople яeach σut τheir нands

[3nd_0f_TYM3S]

☾☢ClairissaCroryVon Heilwig☢☽

☓Technopathy☓

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

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Clairissa had indeed gotten the text message. Though she choose to ignore it until the appropriate time had come. And here it was now 11:30 am. She was to go to his office for this 'mission'. However she had a good guess as to what it was about. Obviously it included the P.O.W.E.R.S though she didn't think much about that. She was rather bored and irritated. She absent mindly walked down the hallway to the office. She opened the door and arrived just as another person had arrived. Anna. She looked at Anna then turned her head. She looked at the others in the office then at LuBlont. "Am I to assume this meeting is about the 'scriptures' that the team has been working on? And you want us to go and get them?" She quickly asked though quietly. She had seen some information flying around about these so called scriptures. Though she had no interest in it and thus didn't research more into it. Though now LuBlont was getting the teens together, then it must be important. Not to mention interesting.

(O.O.C : Sorry I haven't posted. I've been busy at school and plus I've had to go to the salon twice because they messed up my hair so that took up a bunch of time. And I had a club meeting last night and we watched Paranormal Activity. That scared me badly!)

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

[r o s i e l a v r i s]

KATAN // TRESBANE

Katan was in the room after Kathline, standing with arms folded as the tardy ones finally filed in and the explanation could begin. He nodded and shirked his head to the side as he was addressed by the Head. His voice was low and polite, but had an edge to it as if he were annoyed by the revelation.

"All due respect, sir, but Kathline and I are well beyond qualified to handle this mission alone. If your intention is to broaden the horizons of our little group, perhaps a less vital objective would suffice?" He suggested, pausing as the teenagers put their questions forward; sighing for a second then clearing his throat to steal a glance at Mickey.

"Mickey...if you could keep irrelevant questions to a minimum. Its a mission briefing, not a classroom." He said rather quietly, finding it just as juvenile for him to say it any louder and potentially embarrass the younger agent.

"As I was saying...I propose that Mickey and Jetta act as a decoy while in Scotland. Different location, different objective, making as much of a trail to follow as they can. They should be....perfect....for that and E.S.S.E.N.C.E. may follow them if they don't have a solid lead. We rendezvous once the scriptures are secured and return as a group." He said as diplomatically as possible, certainly hoping that his suggestion would be considered. Katan was not one for group cooperation. This was about his advancement - and personally, with the precog' telling him near to the exact location of these mysterious scriptures, it was a cakewalk of a solo mission. But as a group...it would mean one headache after another.

Just as he'd finished, Anna entered and he tilted his head to steal a glance at her. She wasn't usually as flaky to arrive late and normally if they hadn't been in a briefing, he would've been polite enough to make sure everything was fine. But as things were, he could not pause for casual conversation and waste the Head's time. Instead, he settled for a slight nod to greet her. She always seemed in better spirits if someone took notice of her....especially when that someone was him. Cest' la vie'.

[You_Think_You_Got_It_Bad]

ғeelings τhat ∂on’t ωant τo Ьecome ωords εxist

Anna gave a small wave back to him and then waved to everyone else whom she made eye contact with. Ba dump went her heart. She wanted to ask what was going on but she had a feeling Katan had already explained it. He usually did.


Taking a quick look around, Anna hoped to see some kind of machinery that might of recorded the meeting. She doubt there be one though. P.O.W.E.R wouldn't so foolish enough to have one but a girl could hoped. Sadly there was none but she could always ask Katan or Kathline. Kathline always seemed so mature or at least in her own point of view.

So instead of asking, Anna just stood there, humming quietly to herself to whatever song that was stuck in her head. There was always was one. This time it was "What A Wonderful World" By Louis Armstrong. She had learnt that song in elementary for choir. She was part of the Soprano but she could only sing Alto when she was alone.

Or instead she could just turn on her phone which was connected to her multi-color changing headphones but then she would run the risk of missing some kind of information that was being said and that would be stupid. Besides she liked the feeling of having the headphones onher ears. It felt like wooly slippers on her ears.

On the other hand she could just with the screw-with-waiting-I-want-to-know plan but Anna wasn't in the mood for that. Mornings made her always less wild. Well depending on the situation of course. Like say if she was injected with a butt load of suger then that would be a whole different story.

ąn unreachable φlace ιnside σf φeople εxists, ηo мatter нow ғar φeople яeach σut τheir нands

[Cherabreena]

【Patrick "Réticent" LuBlont】

♠ While the teenagers had still been in his office, Clarissa had decided to ask a fairly good question. Even though LuBlont had given them a weak and vague instruction to go search where ever they desired, that wouldn't do anyone any good. He sighed.
"Yes, I want you to get them. But as I've already stated, no one seems to have a clue where these scriptures are. I'd suggest you start out with a little spy session on the P.O.W.E.R.S." He muttered, a gloved hand rising to his head, rubbing his chin. His grey orbs flickering from the teenagers to the table in front of him. With all due respect for his superior, LuBlont felt as if things always messed up whenever he wasn't around from the beginning of something. He even dared to think that they'd already know of the location of the scriptures, had he not been sick for a week. His hands folded before him as he laid them on the desk, his eyes lingering on Clarissa for an uncertain amount of moments.
"Clarissa. You are gifted with technopathy. I assume gathering digital information would be a walk in the park for you. How about a little break-in to the P.O.W.E.R.S. database... I can't believe anyone hasn't thought of that yet." The last part was uttered almost inaudibly.
"Find out whatever you can and report back to me. The sooner we get the needed information, the better."

[-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

K athline sat quietly on the Conference desk observing the area around the city, it was located somwhere that had such a setting that was beautiful yet just as sinister. Edinburgh, a place where imagination could take one beyond the ancient castles and the tales of the inexplicable lake monsters. Imagination for Kate however was her letting illusions play across her eyes. Her head drifted off as she pictured the scene of the church, doing things like this seemed to rise the chances of her having a vision on whatever she thought, or so did the scientists say. Getting nothing but a dark figure Kate sighed and returned her attention back to the more ‘realistic’ of things.

Kathline watched as the head considered Katan’s plan, so his compromise was to go in ‘small’ factions. She had to admit, it was in ways a good plan, but knowing Essence they would be able to catch up in due time. It was to her knowledge that they also had a technopathic on their side, any information stored in machinery would be as if Power were purposely giving them the data they wanted. But they also had the same advantage for there was also a technopathic in Power.
Her eyes drifted to the door as another teen came in. Anna was her name, she was a nice girl, particularly in ways towards Katan. Yes, Kathline had noticed, she liked to take in everything, but she did not care much for such an emotion. Love and Happy Endings, as she had learned over the years, were nothing but rubbish from a book with an appealing fairytale cover. If such a thing did exist though Kathline had decided she would not fall as easily as so many did. Hearing a question from Anna Kate turned her head to reply simply with a simple nob towards the screen.

Well well, this was getting into quite a big event. HQ decided on having 5 teen go? The numbers were growing, if this mission was important enough then it wouldn’t be surprising to have the 6th of the group to have been informed as well. Kathline was not one to despise ‘teamwork’ but it wasn’t like she adored them either. The head had made up his mind and spoke with a somewhat malevolence voice.

“I will agree with your plan Katan, only that is if you are to set up a route for the others to go on while you and Kathline retrieve the Scriptures. I will not be surprised if Essence are to oppose you, so be careful, all of you. I do however expect to get that scripture. In. Any. Way. Possible.”

Clicking the screen blank the head continued on with a more lighthearted tone.

“Now, Kathline, could you please show your associates what it is we are looking for?”

Kathline replied with a small nob and traced an outline of the church on the now blank screen. Zooming in she showed the group the interior of the long abandoned church and followed the route that led her into the hidden corridors. After going down some stairs they found themselves in an abandoned library, in one of the thousands of aged books held the scriptures. That was as far as she got before the hooded figure from her imagination seemed to force its way onto the illusion, pulling back immediately the picture disappeared. The illusion had only shown a glimpse of it, so if she was lucky then they would not catch onto the small mistake. Somewhat surprised and annoyed at herself for not being to control such an easy illusion Kathline continued by speech.

“ That’s as much as I know so far, but if there were to be a separate route then I suggest they come along with us to Scotland, different transportation devises of course, and also go to one of the many ‘run-down’ churches there, for as smart as Essence seems it will take them some time to figure out the plan.Which means, more time for us to get what we need.”

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

[Rasui]

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(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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"Oh god, does anyone else think it's really, really hot in here?", Nicholas quietly murmured, pulling his loose shirt out to let some cool air circulate over his burning skin. His skin still seared with the pain of being shocked, bringing sweat across his brow and a red tinge began to flare across his chest. Still trying to remain presentable in front of Vice Head Lublont, he pulled his shoulders back and tried to cover his expression of discomfort as his rough fabric of his clothes grated and ground over his skin. To avoid Lublont's gaze, Nicholas looked away to one side, holding his shirt open with a loose hand as he began to take a sudden interest in the room. A few oaken bookcases stood tall against a dark wall, each filled in a business-like and systematic order. Isolated from each other were a few classical books, that Nicholas had been told he should read at some point, but the main body of Lublont's library was made up of medical books.
Anatomy, Physiology, Psychology. Thoughts came across Nicholas' mind, but he decided in the end not to deepen them. 'To each their own...', he reminded himself, letting his hand come away from his clothes.

"So this is just another simple reconnaissance mission?", Nicholas decided to ask Lublont, " Our terms of engagement should we come across P.O.W.E.R?".

There were very few opportunities to truly take on P.O.W.E.R operatives, at risk of destroying the mission or failure. A loss of a teen would make a heavy impact for E.S.S.E.N.C.E, giving P.O.W.E.R the upper hand they would need to decimate their 'institution'. However, Nicholas was confident in his abilities; although he had little experience in real combat against someone of his caliber and talent, he could pass tests with flying colours. That was, except in precognition.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Nicholas felt his PDA vibrate in his shirt pocket. Trying to suppress a cry of pain as he felt it bore down on his tender wounds, Nicholas clumsily reached inside his shirt to get it and end his suffering. Another message from the white coats, asking him again to report to them A.S.A.P. Sighing, Nicholas let his hand drop down to his sides as he wondered what exciting plans they had for him now. It was mostly likely that drug they said would help him see precognitions was prepared, and he had a foreboding feeling that it wasn't going to be a simple 'chew and swallow' pill.


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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】

♠ An eyebrow rose ever so slowly once Nicholas announced the temperature in the room. It was warm, but not unbearably hot - at least not in LuBlont's opinion. His eyes lingered on the boy as he demonstratively avoided LuBlont's gaze. He noticed how the youth closely studied his preferred literature. LuBlont wasn't sure if it was because he almost expected some kind of outburst of sorts, or whether the boy had actually 'felt' something unusual regarding the books - nevertheless, whatever had been there was quickly replaced by indifference, and then the boy had spoken.
"Should you be opposed, I suggest you keep battling to a minimum. I'd like to be able to see you all back here, safe and sound, when this ordeal has been dealt with. Of course I don't think you would have too much to worry about. After all, you're clearly questioning your own safety and you will be taking precautions because of so. I doubt any of the P.O.W.E.R.S. teens would jump head-strong into a fight, since they most likely share the same worries as you do." Lublont leaned back in his seat, his eyes travelling the circle of youngsters.
"However, that doesn't mean that they would go gentle on any of you, if they get the chance to eliminate you." LuBlont spoke, followed by a grunt which probably represented some sort of laugh.

♠ Whether it was possible to call LuBlont's concern genuine, was uncertain. After all, the time he had spent with the teenagers on so and so many occasions, had never been of private nature. Their rendevouz had always concerned missions, information about this or that and so on and so forth. However, should the teens die or succumb to any other unfortunate fate, it would mean the end to the entire organization... including LuBlont's job. His eyes was once again locked on Nicholas, as the kid drew his phone.
"Any other questions or are we ready to leave the theoretical part behind and move on to more practical matters?"

[3nd_0f_TYM3S]

☾☢ClairissaCroryVon Heilwig☢☽

☓Technopathy☓

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

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Clairissa stared at LuBlont. Did he take her for an idiot? "I have tried to crack into P.O.W.E.R.S for a long time now. Do you think I haven't already exhausted every option I have? The programs I have aren't enough to break into their network. I would have to go to their headquarters to get information." She said and crossed her arms. She was irritated by this. Though she would just have to try harder. She was in limbo at this moment. She wanted to go with the others, knowing that she could help a great deal, but then again she hates the outdoors. Though from what she has discovered, these scriptures are of great importance. "I'll see what I can do to get information on these Scriptures. Though I can't make promises that I will get a lot. Perhaps the most I can do is get the exact location. Or at least around it." She said. She then looked quickly at Nicholas. Seemed he was wanted in the lab. "Am I going to stay behind or go with them as well?" She asked still looking towards Nicholas's direction. It didn't hurt to ask. This way he made the decision for her. If he said stay she would stay. If he said go she would go.

Though battling did not sound very pleasant. She destested having to fight. However of course they made all the teens suseptible to fighting. They trained their bodies. And so did she. But she mainly trained her mind to connect with electronics. She could use any electronic as a weapon. Thus that earlier remark to the new intern about blowing his phone up while it was still in his pants pocket. She then turned her gaze back LuBlont waiting for his answer. Once he was done talking to them, she could go back and do what she was told to do.

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

[r o s i e l a v r i s]

KATAN // TRESBANE

Katan's gaze hardened as the Head gave him his orders, young man smiling slightly with a sort of wicked determination at realizing the powers that be were taking him off his leash. By any means necessary? Perfect. He bowed his head to the superior before watching as Kathline did her humble, if not impressive, song and dance. To see the future was a formidable power and most of the time, Miss Kathline had the constitution to remain smart about it and not squander such a valuable resource on parlor tricks and distractions.

Speaking of parlor tricks....

"Miss Jetta, how attuned are you to replicating yourself across distances? Our little trick could fan out and hit more surrounding landmarks if you are capable." He proposed with a challenging tone, hoping to draw out the pride of youth and make her agree to do it. Of course...duplicating herself and traveling to different locations would make her more vulnerable, but since her, Anna, and Mickey would be taking different precautions it was no snare in his sails.

"Even if you aren't able to be in two places at once, try hitting more than one old church. Make a mess, turn over pews and ransack the libraries. Get their attention by being loud and make it look like you're searching desperately. Should anyone oppose you - Well, fight like you have the scriptures already. The longer they focus on you, the more likely they are to miss a two person stealth team altogether." He finished, looking to the teens gathered and a thought flashed in his head. Would they be able to kill if the opportunity presented itself? Hoping could only go so far, but Katan was not one to feel a guilty conscience. It was all about advancement.

"I suggest both teams move out soon to make the most of our advantage. If the scriptures should be threatened, however unlikely, the word is Pandora. You see that on your phone and rush back to regroup with Kathline and I. Bear in mind this is only if the mission is compromised." Katan finished and put a hand to rest on the hilt of his swords, thankful for having sharpened them the day before.

"By your leave, sir." He waited for the Head, ready to move out on the final order.

[Cherabreena]

【Patrick "Réticent" LuBlont】

♠ Clarissa's sudden irritation felt like a bee sting to LuBlont, and his upper lip curled back slightly, as he listened to her complaint. Little did it help that her emotion clouded his own calmness, but he nonetheless kept his mouth shut and let her finish.
"Obviously I don't take you as an idiot, Clarissa, and I know what you've done and tried to do." after all, he wasn't the Vice for nothing.
"And I suppose I should have explained myself better, when I told you to spy on our opponents. Our everyday attempts of hacking can hardly be classified as anything special or out of the ordinary, let alone something I would gather you all for, let alone something I would suggest. Of course I expect you to pay them a visit, one way or the other. You are the technopathic, not I, so correct me if I'm wrong: you would be able to manipulate their security systems and their hardware to unlock whichever information you desire, no?"

♠ His tone had been a bit harsher than originally intended, however there was nothing to do about it. Different people's emotions had different impacts on LuBlont. The employee who had been at LuBlont's office earlier the same morning, had not managed to cloud his own emotions the same way as Clarissa had. No, the employee had merely contaminated the atmosphere with his eagerness, but that was how far his feeling had gone. LuBlont liked to think of it, as when people were allergic to one kind of fruit and not to another.
"Also, I suggest you don't go alone, Clarissa. Maybe Nicholas will accompany you whenever he's done with his... chores?" LuBlont said, his eyes once again lingering on Nicholas' phone.

[Rasui]

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(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 let his phone fall back into his pocket, giving a slight sigh as he looked up again. Having passed a few messages back to the lab, their patience with him was beginning to falter the longer he took to get to them. Now undistracted, it appeared that both Lublont and Clarrissa were looking at him with intent, surprising him as he felt their gazes bore into him. Where had the topic of the conversation gone too?
"Erm...yeah, that'll be no problem, sir", Nicholas only said, unsure to begin with. If he had been paying attention, he'd probably know why he was being volunteered to accompany the 'robot' that Clairissa was, but he didn't want to receive a lecture about paying attention in front of his superiors. " There will be little to no complications working together, I think", he added, turning to Clairissa to give her one of his warmest smiles. Two teens, going out and manipulating the world together? It didn't seem that bad on the surface, at least.

"So, we just need to stop by the lab for my...'initiation'", Nicholas briefly put, leading Clairissa down the halls to meet with his white coats. Further into the center of the E.S.S.E.N.C.E complex, the air became much thicker with the stench of cleaners and antibacterial treatments that had been doused over each room. Each breath Nicholas took seemed heavier than the last as he drew up to a foreboding glass door. A silhouette loomed over the glass on the other side, shifting around behind the door before it was pulled open. Nicholas felt a chill run through his body as he got a glance of what was inside the room. A twisted caricature of what Nicholas thought was a chair was waiting for him, surrounded by white coats and health officials.

"Ah, Clairissa...", the scientist that greeted them had began, his voice a low growl. Running a hand through the dark bristles of his beard on his aging face, his hard blue eyes fell onto his target. He placed his hands onto Nicholas' shoulders, dragging him into the room. "You're a good girl. Tell our young man here he should try hard in his tests, like you do. Otherwise, he might just-", he began, before being interrupted by Nicholas.
"Just...just stay here. I'll be fine, okay?", he said, trying to give her a weak smile before the door was closed, trapping him with his fate.

"Did you know the shortest passage into the brain is through the eye, Nicholas?", the white coat asked, watching Nicholas' expression of fear grace over his face as braces were pulled over Nicholas, holding him to the cold steel of his chair.
"But we don't want you to have your visions whilst blinded with a needle, so we're going in by another method...No, not with a drill", the man continued, a low grumble resonating from his throat as he laughed to himself. He waited for Nicholas' gag to be put in place before giving his command. "Engage the needles".

Nicholas' dark eyes widened as he heard a series of clicks echo behind his back. Trying to fight against the tethers that were holding him down, his attempts were useless. However, before he could sit back, a long set of needles pierced through his back, penetrating through his skin. The needles traveled deeper than he thought they could, slipping between the joints along his spine.
"Heart rate increasing to dangerous levels...expend reserves whilst we can", a woman's voice called out, before a new wave of pain encroached his body. "What the- Somebody get that door closed!", a white coat called out, before Nicholas' vision was shrouded with light.

A church. It looked old, worn by the world.
Snow. Pure. White. Feathery as it fell.
Ink. Scrawled over parchment, scratched across it's surface
Laughter. Amplified over a hundred people, each looking the same.
Blood. Falling. Dripping. Oozing.

"Heart rate stabilizing....he's alive now. No more need for defibrillation"
Nicholas fell forward, taking a sharp breath in as he pulled against the chair. His braces removed, he tumbled out of the chair onto an unforgiving floor.
"Breathe, Nicholas. You have to breathe", the head white coat told him, concern showing through the cracks in his indifferent expression. Helped onto his feet again, Nicholas was pulled aside from the machine and onto a more comfortable chair. "Now, Nicholas. I want you to take these. This will stop any side affects that you're going to get", he was told, a prescription bottle forced into his cold fingers. "Can you respond, Nicholas?". A hand was waved over his gaze, before more concern was raised.

"I want you to take good care of this boy, Clairissa", the white coat explained, his hands gripping Nicholas' shoulders as he tried to smile for her. Broken from his catatonia, Nicholas was forced do his rehabilitation on the move. "He's just gone through a lot so...", the white coat finally put, patting Nicholas on the shoulders before giving a heavy sigh. The information that they had received from his sightings were being sent up to HQ, so they could make sense of what lay beneath the surface value of them. The information was needed as soon as possible to continue the mission against P.O.W.E.R, and Clairissa's still stood. Leaving Nicholas out in the hallway with Clairissa, the heavy lab doors were shut behind him.
"I'm fine. Did you get transport ready?", Nicholas coughed, pocketing his new medicine. He was eager to leave the lab, to get away from the death trap that was the testing room. " We should be leaving as soon as we can"

(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】

♠ The teenagers finally seemed to understand their objectives and left LuBlont's office, the way they had arrived, leaving Patrick to himself. As soon as they were out of the door, the irritation he had felt from Clarissa subsided and eventually vanished completely, leaving LuBlont to his usual indifference. He sighed and unfolded his hands which had been laid on the table the entire time. Reaching out for his tea, he noticed to his regret that it had gone cold. With a grumble he stood from his seat and let the cold liquid spill into one of the plant-pots in the window. There he remained, though, his eyes looking out the window at the dull surroundings outside, as he knew he'd better get back to his report.

♠ An uncertain amount of minutes passed, and LuBlont slowly got carried away by his thoughts. Turning the tea-mug in his hands, his eyes glazed over as they lingered on a tree outside. He remembered a story he read when he was a child, written by a famous writer, with whom LuBlont shared a fascination of trees. The story had been of a night where the trees had decided to raise their roots and march into the darkness. He wasn't sure why he remembered this story at this particular moment, and he didn't get to dwell on it much longer; the sound of his desk phone resonating through the air, making awareness return to his silver orbs.

♠ "LuBlont." He said as he fastened the phone between his jaw and his shoulder, while walking around his desk towards the bookshelf Nicholas had been staring at.
"I see... Aha... So, you've managed to save the image from his vision? ... Ah... Of course... Run it through the database and tell me if you get any matches of the church. Yes, thank you... I'll hold." A soothing tone began playing in the phone as LuBlont was temporarily cut off from the laboratory. He shifted the phone to his other shoulder, and began running a gloved hand over the backs of some of the books. They had collected some dust throughout the week, and LuBlont started to question the thoroughness of the cleaning of his office when he wasn't around. His fingers stopped at a book with no title on the back. Pulling it from the shelve, he blew off the dust and scanned the cover. A beautiful depiction of a tree was displayed. He opened the book gently, and read the first words: 'Tales by J.R.R. Tolkien.'

♠ "Yes, I'm here." LuBlont replied when the music was cut off and replaced by the gruff of the lab-attendant he had spoken to moments before. "You have a match? This soon? ... It's a Scottish church... but we're not aware of which one exactly, you say? Well, it's a start... Thank you... No, no, I'll inform the Head. Thanks." Without further hesitation Tolkien's book was closed and back on the shelve where it would probably stand for months before LuBlont would even consider it again. Hanging up with the lab, LuBlont dialed the number to the Head's office and explained the situation to him. A possible location of the scriptures may have been found. As LuBlont conversed, he couldn't help but find it a bit ironic and amusing that he had only been back for a few hours, and it was only now things seemed to begin rolling in the right direction. His smirk - the first genuine smile on lips today – abruptly faltered by what he was ordered next.
"Uh, sir. I'm not sure that's such a good idea... No, I'm just saying that I would probably be more needed here... I'm sure they would do just fi- .... Yes, sir... I understand... Thank you." a sour expression had occupied LuBlont's smooth features as he hung up.

♠ Well, if the boy's vision was reliable they would now have a better idea where to look for the scriptures that the P.O.W.E.R.S. desired so, however there would also be the slight chance, as the lab had informed LuBlont, that Nichola's vision didn't regard anything related to the scriptures at all. But apparently, it was a risk the Head was willing to take. LuBlont had been fairly enthusiastic as well when the lab had informed of the match - or maybe it was merely an infection of the lab-attendants own eagerness - but now that the Head had actually ordered LuBlont to accompany - however dreadful that sounded - the teens on this mission, LuBlont no longer seemed so eager. The transportation to Scotland would also take some time to get together, and with a sigh, LuBlont now knew what he had to do. Leaving his office with the empty mug, he handed out orders here and there to start preparations of a flight to Scotland. They still didn't know where exactly to look for the scriptures, and it didn't help one bit, that Scotland was a rather big country to search through. Edinburgh, the Head had suggested since it was the capital. Probably a good place to start, maybe it was even possible to look up a more precise church directory, than those E.S.S.E.N.C.E. already possessed through books and the internet.

♠ 'Seems like your visions paid of nicely, Nicholas. An excursion to Scotland, Edinburgh is currently being arranged, so look past all objectives you have received so far. Please pack your necessities and report back to the Hangar within an hour. LuBlont.' The message was send to every teenager who had volunteered for the mission, however the only one addressed personally was Nicholas.

[tanycuteface]

Angel d`Monte

Lions make you brave,
Giants give you faith,
Death is a charade,
You don`t have to be safe to feel unafraid.

Angel sighed and moved noiselessly down the hallway towards the lab, her refuge. She smiled as the doors opened for her once she had placed her fingerprint on the scanner. "Aaah, home sweet home" she mused as she moved slowly towards her desk. She`d been working for P.O.W.E.R for quite some time now, as the biological scientist. It was because of her that they were able to give any of the teenagers powers in the first place. She had always wanted to be "special" herself, but figured her intellect was enough. Besides, someone had to figure out the genetics.

After reaching her computer Angel flipped it on using another print scanner. She smiled and pressed play on her music playlist, Betthoven's "Moonlight Sonata" and closed her eyes. Classical music had always helped her focus. After a moment of relaxation she opened the most recent files she was working on and began to read them over and over, looking for anything that could help her solve her latest problem. She knew that the teens would soon set out to find the scrolls, and she hoped that they would use their powers appropriately.

A few hours passed and she was still slumped over her keyboard, typing madly. One of the other scientists came in and stared down at her, "Angel, perhaps you should take a break?" She barely even noticed he was there and when she did she jumped, "Ooh.. you scared me ..." she giggled nervously, then sighed; "I suppose you have a point", she pushed her chair away from her desk and stood up, stretching out warily. She then walked into the hall and leaned against the wall, staring out one of the large glass windows.