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Sokato is having a hard time believing this. Even now he still thinks Anima's teleportation is just smoke and mirriors. It's kinda funny because Sokato works in an organization that deals with the supernatural. "Who brings an eight year old to Mishaps? Its too dangerous for little girls to be running around these halls." Sokato looks around as he gets picked up again. He thinks to himself, 'Where are the strings or anti-gravity device.'

"Any way, its not safe to be running around the halls. You might be attacked by a twelve year old hopped up on moutain dew and pizza riding in a shopping cart with a giant orange monkey..." He thought to himself what he just said. It started to click that maybe things around here are not of the norm. I mean if a cyborg can exist, why can't people with wings or eight year olds with supernatural abilities. That notion was quickly thrown out of Sokato's head and replaced with the following. 'Cyborgs can exist because it is pure science. Their is no scientific proof that people can have wings.'

Brian was in the training room with the lbrarian and somebody he did not particularely notice, simply because he was too happy and in too much of a good mood. After they had delivered the rest of the laptops, they just went into the training room, where he activated some of the nanites on a low energy level. the result now was that they stood in an active simulation of a vietnam landing zone. He had been mainly interested in that area, because several of his close family members had died there, as a result of not sticking to what they knew, and actually listening to the superiors.
He closed his eyes, and for a minute, it just seemed to be too perfect. the wind was blowing, warm and slightly hot, a few computer generated soldiers were playing football in the fields (as soon as he had let them play shirtless, the protests of "doing my training" ceased to come out of the other persons mouth) , palettes of beer and coke were standing there, and the Librarian was wearing a ghilie suit and stood at a grill to test how much heat could be produced by the nanites by grilling big chunks of meat. He would rather die then tell anybody, but he had worked with some videos of his fathers unit, and had created goodlooking avatars. Grinning, he straightened his grip around the keyboard, and he saw which of the millions of nanites he was using were doing what. he saw how the under a nanometer big robots formed the grill that the Librarian was using, he saw how the nanites formed the basketball players in the background, and he saw how they even emulated the warm wind of the sometimes landing, sometimes starting helicopters.
He opened his eyes again, raised his hand a bit, and caught the football made out of nanites. He laughed, threw it back, and knew what he had to do.

The librarian was in his best mood. Mainly, becasue it just rocked what Brian did with the nanite-simulation system. The little dude now wore combat boots, camouflage pants and a steel helmet in the usuall marines green, and even with all the party going on around here, he still sat there at his computer, changing paradigms and adding new stuff to the scene. It sure had been fun to watch how bright morning turned to 2 hours before sundown, where the first fires had been lit on the now mostly crowded beach, and the music sure did rock. someone singing rock around the clock came out of a radio, and a dude with a kind of nice girly face, a black dude with very shakey legs, and a dude with glasses as thick as the bottom of a cokebottle where there and who was apparently called little, had formed something like a singalong group. He really had to pull himself together to still realize that it was just a simulation. He shrugged, reached up to pull some muscular dude down, and gave him the hamburger with an order to bring it to "Captain tech". At least the food had to be still brought in the simulation, he thought, as he tried a bit of that dancing he had seen the others do, and felt it was ok. Otherwise, perhaps Tech would never leave his computer world.

Shadar got no reply from the door.
"Not home. Guess i get sometime to sink into this place." He placed the bags down and sat. He crossed his legs and pushed his knuckles together.
"Peace. Quiet. Tranquility." The words slipped from his mouth. The feeling of the hydrokinesis looking for something took control. It almost was like searching for water with tendrils. The tendrils recalled as shadar quit medatitating. He slipped his hood over his eyes and watched as some one came in to the hall.

((Well, Riot, I could always go n00b just so you could. Would that be fair?))

Cyrith, aka Rapier, watched with interest as the girl displayed the marking, then as it disappeared. It was intriguing, but he couldn't help but ignore it since he couldn't duplicate it. Then reaching to the prisoner's sleeve, he pulled it up, then noticed he didn't have any markings. Still, thinking about changes that might have been made, he pulled the right sleeve up, and saw something. The guy had both markings, right on top of each other. "Uh, guys. What would this mean, exactly?"

Sokato completely ignored everything the little girl said, he instead stared at the ceiling. "Yeah.... I still don't beleive you... If you can get a scientist to prove through a series of experiments that people have life strings and its possible for physic little eight year old to tug at them, then I might listen to you. Until then I have to find some one to watch over you until your mother gets back. Its not safe for you to be running around here."

Sokato takes out a cell phone. Its a standard flip opening phone. He opens it and the top half falls off. He stares at the two pieces, the bottom part in his hand and the screen on the floor. He picks up the pieces.

"So... You said your hungry? I should take you to the cafeteria. Its a lot better then running up and down the halls." Sokato started thinking to himself, 'If I see any one on the way there I will be sure to dump the brat on them. I need to get a mission as soon as possible...'

Sokato walks into the cafeteria following the little girl. "No, I do know your mother. She is not in my squad... We have the least members of any other squad in this place." He said sitting at a table. "So what do little annoyances like you eat again?" He said looking around the room. He has actually never been to the cafeteria, he never eats here.

((Oh and your using the wrong color, purple is the color for the little girl, right?))

((I don't play Final Fantasy. lol. I am more of a Half Life 2 person.))
Its a fact, Sokato hates children. Hes not the fatherly type, hell, he would not even make a good uncle. "Anything hu? Very descriptive." He walks up to the counter and shows the person behind the counter his I.D card. Sokato asks for anything and he gets a plate of mash potatoes and some grilled chicken. He shrugs and walks back to the table and slides the plate over to the little girl. "So what squad is your mother in? Is she new here?"

((Oh yeah, Xinre you still have my characters name spelled wrong on the squad list, its Sokato Rama. Not Sokata. lol))

She began to eat. "Hmm..she said Null.." she kept eating enjoying her meal. "what about you sir?" She said in a rather polite tone.