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Agatha nodded, her head slightly tilted as well. "They are. Orange would really compliment your eyes, dear, and..." she fell silent and then hurried over to one of the sketchboards and started drawing. After about five minutes she stopped and held her sketch up. "What do you think of this?" she asked.



((Ok, let's pretend she gets it right in one go, being the amazing person she is. xD We can discuss it more OOCly. razz ))

Agatha smiled, looking very pleased with herself.

The designers blinked. "That's IT?" One of them protested.

"You have nothing to add?" A second one added.

"Flashcharge wouldn't--"

"That's enough, thank you," Agatha interrupted them before it could get out of hand. They fell silent. "I'm glad you like it," she smiled to Jasmine. "As you can see, I've made it a visor in this design, but we could also replace it with a mask, if you prefer that. Is there anything else you would like to add or change?"

"Yeah," the designer ventured again, "You'll be stuck with this for quite a bit of time. You'd better be sure ."

Agatha nodded in agreement.

Everyone was now looking at Jasmine. The designers nearly bouncing in anticipation because they could get to WORK on something IMPORTANT again! They had the BEST job in the WORLD!

((LOL xD Okkk. That's easy. ;D))

"Excellent!" Agatha beamed at her, "Oh, you're such a darling! Now, Sir Oz, please take her along, we have work to do!"

One of the designers actually let out a whoop and then they all ran off and started pulling out fabrics and this and that and generally created pandemoniun.

Agatha came up to Jasmine and helped her off the chair. "If you come by on thursday, we'll have it done for you and we can make some last minute adjustments for you, dear." Agatha was still beaming, absolutely thrilled she could do this for Jasmine.

Sir Oz stepped forwards now, repressing the childish urge to roll his eyes. "We'll be moving on. See ya, Agatha. Come, kid. I'll be taking you for some basic self-defense training. Don't want ya caught defenseless out there. You'll be a big target," he pointed out, giving Agatha a pointed look.

"Oh, posh, sir!" she told him while she jabbed her finger at his chest.

"Any super gets to be a target," Oz clarified, but didn't stick around. He had taken Jasmine's arm and pulled her along and let go when she followed him by herself.

"Training's up next, on the lower floors," he told her. Suprise! This time they DID take the elevator. Ah, that explained it! Down seven floors to the first floor and the training facilities. When they walked out of the elevator they took a right turn, went down the hallway, took a left turn and then were in a long corridor with only four doors. Two very close on each side, opposite of each other. When they entered the door farthest away from them, they entered in a very large training hall. More like a completely outfitted gym, with devices, some regular, some high-tech. A man was doing push-ups in the middle of the gym but scrambled upwards when he saw the visitors.

"Yo boss," he greeted cheerfully, while he raised a hand to greet them.

"Charlie," Sir Oz acknowledged.

"Hey kid, you must be Jasmine?" Charlie asked, while he came forwards to shake her hand. "Nice to meet ya," he grinned widely.

Charlie appeared to be in that indefinable age group of somewhere between the twentyfive and the thirtyfive. He was of average-height with a mop of dark, curly hair and very expressive, dark brown eyes. His skin was tanned from being outside so often and he had well defined muscles, showing he obviously did training on that. He would definitly be considered handsome by quite a many women. He was currently wearing dark,sweat pants, sneakers and a simple top, and was grinning brightly at both Jasmine and Sir Oz.

"You ready to get your a** kicked?" he asked her, cheerfully.

"I'll leave you to it," Sir Oz was smiling now. "Have fun," he chuckled.

"Great! See ya, boss!" Charlie cheered back and then turned back to Jasmine. "Excited? Well, you can start by getting changed."

He pointed to a door on the opposite end of the wall. It would lead to dressing room, complete with showers and various lockers with training outfits, divided into two, one male and one female changing room. Jasmine would find everything she needed in there.

"Just a mo'," Charlie stopped her and then pulled something out of his pockets. It was a very small headset, which covered his ears and placed a small see-through visor over his right eye. He pushed a button and the visor lit up with something that would be just lights to Jasmine, but seemed to make sense to Charlie.

"Yeah...ok...I think... This thing's supposed to block out the waves in your voice that manipulate people," he told her. "You're supposed to be able to speak without affecting me. So, hop to it!" he was also beaming at Jasmine, too cheerful for his own good.




((Lets pretend this is a monday. xD ))

"Righto!" Charlie cheered, "Seems to work just fine. Great, it'll save us a ton of trouble when training," he grinned. "Now you can go and change and I'll give you a crash course on self-defense and hand-to-hand combat. We gotta know each other a bit, ya know? Being future teammates and all." He was still grinning at her, not seeming to mind that one bit. "It's been a while since we've had a super tagging along, or vice versa, I guess," he laughed. "Ah, yes-- you can go get changed and we'll talk more later."

The next two hours were spent with Charlie demonstrating basic defensive and offensive stances, some of the easier ways to attack and take down a person, as well as to defend yourself. He was patient and explained and corrected Jasmine as long as it took for her to master one particular excersise.

During the excersises he was serious, but light-hearted, cracking a few jokes when Jasmine needed it, or telling some funny anecdotes about Edwin, Sir Oz or any of the other team members.

After nearly two hours, Charlie called a halt to it. He didn't seem to be tired at all, his breath wasn't even laboured while he smiled at Jasmine. "That's about it for today. You did great. Are you up for some lunch? My treat," he winked.

Charlie was grinning at her, obviously finding her predicament terribly amusing. "Looks like I'll outlast ya. You gotta change that. It really should be the other way around," he winked. "In any case, you go get showered and dressed and I'll be meeting you outside, in the hallway. I know a nice place to get some lunch, just a street down."

Once Jasmine would come out, she'd find Charlie hadn't changed much. He had only changed out of his top and pulled on a shirt and jacket. He was leaning against the door way, whistling some tune and was still wearing the eyepiece.

"Heya Jazz. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" he asked, tilting his head and looking curiously at her. "I'm keeping up the headpiece," he gave it a tap, "But others won't have it, so don't forget to keep it a whisper," he winked. "Hungry yet?" he laughed.

"Great! Let's go!" Charlie offered his arm to Jasmine and then escorted her out of the building (which was still confusing as hell with twists and turns and hallways and elevators and-- oh, the exit!) down the street into a nice little bistro. During their walk he kept on a pleasant stream of conversation with topics ranging from the latest baseball game to the question on whether they were truly the only ones in the universe. Yeah, he was a weird one, always able to make any topic interesting and not dull and easily skipping subjects when someone else got tired of one. He gave Jasmine the chance to whisper any replies she might had into his ear, but it was still mostly him talking.

It was a nice day today, with the weather being pleasant enough to sit on the outdoor terrace. Nonetheless, once they arrived at the bistro Charlie went right on ahead and escorted Jasmine inside, explaining he preferred to keep an overview on things. A bad habit most of them had picked up, and she probably would too, he explained her with a wink.

Charlie escorted her right to a corner table and sat down with his back to the wall. "See. From this point, I can keep an eye on the exit, entrance, the staff, the restrooms, everything that's necessary, really. When I enter a room, I know exactly what's inside it with just a single glance. It's an important skill you should try to make your own. For instance, do you know where the emergency exits are, how many people are here and which of those could be a potential threat to ya? I do." He laughed a bit embarassed. "Useless and paranoid, I guess, but exactly what you need in a crisis situation," he grinned.

He took a sip from the coffee the waitress had brought and picked up his sandwich. "Well, enjoy! How had your day been so far? What you expected?" He took a bite from his sandwich and seemed quite delighted while he did so.