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(That's okay, Roseatta, I feel the same way when that happens to me. I was just kinda waiting on something to happen since I'm playing Ambi alone and I wanted to play a part that involved more interaction.
Speaking of which, does anyone know where Waffuleez went? I was waiting for her, but I think I have to just move Tasha along now.
To answer Roseatta's question, I think the students have probably all known about the upcoming activities, including the field trip and the assembly, for a while. Of course, the newer students like Tasha and erin may have heard of it recently from other students, or we can say that they don't know and let them find out.)
Finding nothing of any interest in the hallways, Tasha decided to pop in and out of empty and almost-empty rooms, playing a little one-sided game of hide-and-seek with Erin. Where could that girl be hiding out? Messing with Erin was always high on her priority list, considering that they'd always had a bit of a hot rivalry.
She was interupted when her bracelet communicator went off. She glanced around before ducking into a silent, dark room. From the feel of the air, it seemed to be a tiny place, like a closet. She could smell chemical cleansers and guessed that this was the janitor's closet.
"Black Cat," she answered.
"Black Cat, this is Edward."
Ambi fought Scott off of her and shut the danger room door, locking her friend away again.
"Worst fever I've ever seen," Peter told her. "Maybe we should get him a bowl of chicken soup."
"That's colds," she replied rather flatly to his failed attempt at a joke.
"Yeah, I know. I was just trying to lighten the mood a little."
She shook her head, faking a blank expression. An expression that hid the terror she really felt. She was scared for Scott. She'd heard that high fevers could cause delirium(sp?), but she'd never witnessed anything like this first hand before.
Rachel let everything fall silent as she waited for Tristan's reply. She studied his face, watching his brown eyes as they darted around the room, as though he were watching things that weren't there.
He must be nervous, trying to make such a big decision, she decided. He never seemed to be much of a leader.
Her heart beat a little faster when she heard his suggestion. Is that possible? Is it safe to try right now? After everything has been going so wacky for me? That could be a risky move, she told herself, but if he can see possible outcomes, would he ask me to do something that was too risky?
The fact alone that he'd bothered to suggest it made her wonder a little bit if it was one of few options. Maybe he would ask her to risk herself, if it meant potentially saving the entire school.
She let another silence fall on them as she mulled over her reply. Tristan's power seems to be a bit overpowering, even for him. If it can barely be controlled in the body it originated from, would I be able to handle it? What if it took over? Without its natural boundaries, it may just control me instead of it working the other way around.
"Tristan," she paused, unsure of herself, "how much can you see?" She moved from her post against the wall and paced a little, a nervous habit. "I mean, I need to know how it works before I--try anything." That, and I'd like to know if I'm risking my life here.
"Cybra, this is Edward," a voice sounded into Erin's internal communication system (or whatever it is she gets these messages through ;)). "We recieved your last message containing the school files."
(As sorry as I am to break up Erin and Zeke's moment, this just felt like strategic timing. They'll just have to wait until later to have their first kiss and stuff.)
((Okay, thanks, Princess.))
The look on Rachel's face after he suggested that she mimic his ability was enough to make him regret giving voice to the thoughts at all. He felt guilty at the hesitancy in which she answered, and the nervous pacing she took up. Of course she's not going to leap at the chance, you idiot. Even without everything going on, your ability is more of a burden, even if for a few moments.
He felt, though, that Rachel could handle it. There were things that could go wrong, naturally, but he saw it having a benefit, too. It's Rachel's decision to make, he reminded himself. No withholding any information on the subject.
Tristan fiddled with his fingers. "I usually only see immediate probabilities- like- the first seven most likely ocurrances. They can be hard to distinguish from what's really happening, but the least likely are often the most difficult to see. And hear. But," he pushed his glasses up on his nose, "I don't think that you should have a lot of trouble with the visions."
Tristan shook his head, thinking carefully. "What will probabably be the most difficult to cope with is the information." He tapped the side of his head, "The cause-and-effect part. All the numbers for the probabilities, all of the possible outcomes that aren't seen. I get all of that information. It can be...a lot, sometimes," he said quietly.
"I understand if you don't want to do it. It's not very probable that you'll be harmed physically or mentally, but that's not saying that it'll be pleasant or anything." There was a small, selfish part of Tristan that wanted Rachel to do it, if only because then someone would know what it was like, being so handicapped, being surrounded by what could or could've happened.
"Then follow me." Zeke replied, turning away to have her hand in a firm hold. It was easier to do things like his when he didn't have to look at her. Her wide eyes, curling lashes...
"This starcase runs up to the very top of the school." Zeke decided to explain, just so he wouldn't have to face his own drowning thoughts. Her footsteps were much lighter compared to his, and Zeke only glanced back once or twice to make sure she was keeping up. It wasn't a surprise to always find Erin right at his heels, expectant.
Why am I doing this? What will even come out of it? The darts of questions were being shot in the back of Zeke's mind, never hitting the bullseye, the answers to any of them. I am such an idiot. A horrible terrible person who doesn't deserve to lead Erin on like this. Even if she is pretty cool and amazing and not a complete and utter s.lut...
"And, the top of the school just happens to be my favorite place here."Zeke concluded as they came to a stop at the very top of the stairs. They had covered all five flights, and Zeke's smile was like paint across a canvas. Smooth, and alluring. "Are you ready?"
It did comfort her, albeit only slightly, that there wasn't a good chance of her being harmed. She'd thought that the new knowledge would somehow make her braver, that she'd be more willing to test these new waters. Quite on the contrary, she felt her body tense up again at the thought of what he wanted her to do.
But, then again, this was for the benefit of the school, wasn't it? Maybe. It could be.
And, she realized, while I have Tristan's ability, he won't. For once he'll be able to just have what everyone else does. He won't have to worry about seeing sextuple and hearing voices.
She took another moment of silence, forcing herself to stand as still as possible, though the tips of her fingers still twitched against each other. "Okay. I don't really know if this will work, considering the malfunctions and all, but, I guess, okay." Her usual kindhearted smile was replaced by one that was considerably smaller and barely twitched nervously onto her face.
Ambi ran down the hall to the infirmary to see the nurse. Scott needed help. She didn't know if this was a side effect from what had happened yesterday, but it certainly wasn't a normal fever.
Edward paused, and, not getting an answer, assumed anyway that he'd been heard. He continued, "Stand by for the next scheduled attack; Friday, 3:55."
Tasha walked through the hall, feeling rather bored with her free period. Where had that cyberkinetic nemisis of her gotten to? She watched a janitor slip out of double doors and continue away from her until he slipped into the next room.
"Now what's in here?" she whispered aloud to herself. She pushed the heavy door open and slid inside, making sure to allow room for the quiver on her back. "An auditorium? Hmm."
She walked down the aisle, glancing this way and that at the posters on the walls, the soft red chairs, and the gray floor beneath her feet.
When she'd reached the stage, she tugged the curtains apart and found herself exploring backstage until she noticed grafitti on the walls.
Naturally, her first though was This looks like the work of Cybra, cyborg delinquent. Then she realized that her "friend" was a little too short to reach all the way up there. She could have used a stool. i still say this looks like Erin's handiwork.
((Heads up, guys, I've been banned from all Internet use until further notice, but I'll still manage to squeeze in a few sporadic posts here and there. :/ Sorry, there really isn't anything I can do about it.))
Tristan was worried yet again as Rachel considered the plan. He felt kind of horrible, making it seem like it was the only thing to do right now. Granted, it was the only thing that he could think up at the moment- but there had to be something else they could do. Something that didn't ask so much of Rachel.
He hesitated. "Are you absolutely positive," he had to make sure, looking at her seriously, he didn't know anything about her ability, and at the time it didn't seem to much of a thing to ask. But Rachel's intense deliberation made him realize otherwise.
"And I've also got to, er, ask. What exactly does this entail for me, too?" Tristan shrugged his shoulders ruefully, "I mean, would I still retain my ability?" And then as a more concerned add-on, "And how long will you be stuck with my powers?"
Erin laughed. "Am I ready? What kind if question is that? Quit holding the suspense and-" her banter stuttered and died mid-sentence as her internal communicator clicked on, and she heard Edward's voice. Erin swore inventively in her head for a split second. Why now, of all freaking times?
Unconsciously, she had pulled her hand out of Zeke's, guiltily feeling like a child caught doing something she shouldn't, which of course, was pretty much what was happening. Thank The Lord They can't see me right now. For a moment, she racked her memory to remember what Edward was talking about.
Oh, right, this morning. The files. And that annoying kid. Erin looked up at Zeke, a breath caught in her chest. She didn't want Edward to know she was with someone at the moment, but everything was pretty much ruined right now. The message reminded her that she was here for a purpose.
"I-" she started to say- to Edward or to Zeke, she wasn't quite sure. Attack on Friday? Friday seemed so so close. "I'm sorry," she finished, for Zeke, and took a step down backwards. "I, uh," she struggled for something to say to explain seemingly random startling. Oh, God, he's going to hate me now. This is complete and utter suckage.
((I'm sorry, I'm not able to finish the post, since my mom's coming out of the office now. :/ It should be enough to get a response out of though.))
(Wait so is this still on then? I don't want to continue without Roseatta D:)
(That's okay, Roseatta, we can wait up for you. Since it's just the three/four of us, I'm sure it will work out fine. Maybe a break will be good if Waffuleez comes back so she can catch up on what she's missed.)
((Hey, I'm at a friends house, but my grounding won't be lifted until Monday-ish. You guys can go ahead and post, if you'd like, I don't want there to be a tremendously large gap.))
(Okay, I shall post! :) )
It was as if a cloud flickered over Zeke's features. Not so much a cloud; no, rather the slight darkening of his eyes, the close off tone of his voice as he spoke.
"Afraid you might get burned?" He asked ruefully, his question light with teasing as he shrugged nonchalantly. Truthfully, he was hurt .Hurt that Erin finally realized how dangerous of a guy he was. He could see it in her eyes. No matter how robotic she might of been, the signs of fear were there. Her pupils largening, the torn expression of her face.
It's better this way. Zeke forced himself to think, before he smile a little wider. Maybe a little too wide.
"There's always another time, Shrimp." He reassured airily, though there probably wouldn't. Not soon, anyways.'Let's head back to the hallway, hm?"
((Ah, life really stinks. Sorry for all of the holdups, but I just got my privileges back today to get them taken away for a different reason. But I can post now. Please, don't feel like y'all can't post when I'm not availible, because sometimes I can get to a computer and read then. My response to Zeke's last post has been stewing in my head for days. :P))
Erin felt as if her insides were slowly getting crushed into a pulp. God, she was so frustrated, she wanted to scream, but the disappointment, the hurt in Zeke's eyes was just awful. Erin didn't mind seeing others get hurt- but watching Zeke hurt and knowing that she was the root of it, now that was brutal.
Erin tried to give a nonchalant laugh, but it came out sounding more like a choke than anything. Not hearing Edward's voice in her head, she assumed that he had gotten off the contactor. Not that, she reflected, it would've mattered too much anyways. She knew she shouldn't (and couldn't) get involved with Zeke, but that didn't mean that she had to make him feel bad about it.
No, lets not head back to the hallway until I sort of fix this whole freaking mess.
"Wait- I'm sorry," she repeated, rubbing the sides of her eyes in a frustrated habitual gesture, "It's just- I'm, like, a huge idiot. It's not you." She swam a bit in her mind trying to find something that would make things any better, flirting for a second with the idea of telling him the truth. Or even a partial truth.
"Y'know how I told you last night I was a dangerous girl to like?" She finally looked at Zeke, a little anxious, "I wasn't lying, or teasing, or anything. I just, now, don't want you getting hurt over something you can't control," she said, realizing how lame the words sounded as soon as she left her mouth.
Playing with fire, Erin, playing with fire. Tasha was right, apparently you do s.uck at everything. Can't even make a proper apology or anything.
((*sniff* For about the gazillionth time this roleplay, Zeke has made me want to cry.))
(( My bad! It's kind of tough thinking how Zeke is going to take this...And ah, don't worry bout him! He's fine ;) ))
Althought inappropriate, Zeke felt a laugh bubbling up his throat. He couldn't help it; he took a step back, putting his hands up in mock surrender.
"Whoa, whoa, Shrimp, it wasn't like we were dating," Zeke chuckled at her distress, even if his heart contracted at the look of her genuine concern. Stupid, yes, but weren't all feelings kind of stupid anyways? "Besides, didn't I tell you that I like dangerous?" He asked with a tilt of his head and that insane grin of his.
Stop it, Zeke. His mental voice cautioned him.She's obviously not in to you, so let it be at that. But even Zeke couldn't convince himself that. Because Erin looked like she was...struggling. An internal battle, and he only knew too well what that felt like.
"Look, whatever you have going on...in there." He softly touched her temple, a stray curl brushing his knuckle."Push it aside for at least a little while. At least with me." Zeke flashed a crooked grin, leaning closer to her face."There's a dance tomorrow, and I want you to come with me. And,"His finger moved to press his index finger over her lips."I'm not taking 'no' for an answer. So help me, I will either sweet talk to you in Italian or drag your ha robotic butt down there myself, you're coming with me." Zeke nodded in confirmation, his grin widening.
"Now, let's get your dangerous self back in the hall. For real this time, with no self righteous break up scene." Zeke winked, before he snapped his fingers and a flame lit the way.
What am I doing, what am I doing...
((Got my iPad back.... :) Do you know where Princess has gone? Has she said anything anywhere about leaving?))
Push it aside? Well, that's what I've been trying to do for the past twenty-four-freaking-hours, and look how well that worked out for me.
Oh, but it was just way to tempting. She would've flushed, but instead the corners of her lips contracted in an embarrassed manner. Wasn't it, like, three seconds ago when she was ready to walk away and not have anything to do with Zeke? It was like a game of tug-of-war raging inside her head. Common sense and concern against dumb teenagery feelings.
Common sense was never one of my more outstanding traits...
Erin closed her eyes and shook her head, frustratedly, Zeke's finger warm against her lips. He obviously wasn't going to give up or let her go. She gave a shaky laugh, and opened her eyes. "You're not giving me a whole lot of choices, here. Because The Lord knows when you start saying things Italian, I'm a lost cause."
Erin had been to dances before, but they were always visits of the crashing variety, not really for the whole dancing part. She marveled at the fact that out of all people, he asked the one person he knew for the least amount of time. Which was gratifying and guilting at the same time.
The most of what she could do at the moment was sigh, and push Zeke's hand away as a new flame lit the stairwell. I wish you'd take me seriously, but, oh well. "Self-righteous break-up scene," she grumbled, "Because you have plenty of experience with those, am I right?" But nonetheless, she followed him into the hall.
( Hmm... I don't know. She didn't say anythng that I remember...should we just keep posting? Here's mine, because I'm really beginning to love this relationship :) )
Hook, line, and sinker. Zeke thought, admittedly, a bit triumphantly. Her smile gave away his victory, andhe cou;dn't deny the pleasure he felt in his heart to have gotten past whatever barrier she was putting up. I just can't let her get past mine...
"Smart desicion, very smart desicion..." Zeke approved with a trouble maker grin, continuing to lead her throught the staircase. Her hand was so small in his, and briefly, he wondered if she could crush his hand, with that robotic strength of hers. How romantic..."And yes, I have dealt with a lot of self righteous break up scenes. Of coarse, never on the recieving end..." He explained with a wink, before they came to the door where they had entered. Zeke slipped his hand out fo hers, looking down at her.
"Well, I would see this was an adventure." He dcided, his green eyes sparkling. A crazy one inside, that's for sure. "I'll probably see you at dinner tonight. Save up; we're having spaghetti." Zeke's grin widened, before he carefully opened the door, looking both ways, before he stepped out, pulling her along with him. Such a light girl, Erin was."Until then," He paused, his lips twitching upwards as he gazed in her eyes. "Le stelle brillano vivacemente, ma la tua ochhi brillano più luminoso."
((Alrighty, then. Also, I have James floating around in for some other character interaction, too. :) Haha, yes, I really do love this relationship. :))
It was stupid, but her idiotic decision seemed a lot better in hindsight in seeing how thrilled Zeke looked. Smart decision, if only you really knew. She laughed, and this time, she didn't have to pretend, or force it. The mental image of Zeke breaking up with countless girls- self righteously, no less- was highly amusing.
An adventure... you don't know half of it. "I'll keep an eye out for you," she said, then frowned. "Which probably means I should wander back to a class or something." Wherever I'm supposed to be now, or something like that.
Erin willed herself to retain her wits as Zeke said someting again, in Italian. Whatever it was, it sounded like it was about her, and something flattering, too. "You know," she said playfully, it's no use complimenting me if I don't even know what you're saying."
(If you want, I can have the siblings--the girl who can freeze stuff or the brother who has super hearing--intereact with him. If not, that's totally fine, just to give him something to do ^.^ Zeke is going to bump into Tristan pretty soon, and that would possibly give a good opening for Doctor X to confront him or what not. Whatever is good you, I don't mind :) )
"Whoever said I was complimenting you, hm?" Zeke asked, raising a brow."For all you know, i could of just told you to 'su.ck it' or other unprintable things."His grin widened as a chuckled, before he hooked his fingers in his belt loops."I'll see your beautiful face tonight!" Zeke called out, before pausing to gance behind his shoulder."Now that was a compliment."
His laugh could be heard as he turned the corner, though as Zeke continued down the hall, he felt the energy being drained from him. Each step away from Erin felt like his feet were made of lead. By the time he reached his room, he could feel the edges of a full on panic attack coming on.
Please don't be here, Tristan, please. Zeke thought fervently to himself. His hand was already shaking as he jammed his card into the doorknob, before he hesitantly opened it fully. Zeke could feel the blood deviod of his usual happy flush, and he swallowed as he let the door close.
"Trist?" He called out evenly enough, just in case. That way, Zeke would have like, five seconds top to collect himself.
((I'm so sorry, I didn't see that you had posted!
On another note, I think having an interaction between James and Rose would be really fun. Also, Tristan is talking with Rachel right now, and I'd like to wait for Princess to come back to finish that up, before Zeke runs into him, if you don't mind.
I can't post again tonight but tomorrow, I can create a post for James with an opening for Rose, or you can do that if you'd like. :))
((Okay, here's James. And Princess is coming back Tuesday, I believe she said, so then we can get everything else in order. I can't wait for this dance- it'll be so fun! XD))
James was a man obsessed. Or rather, a boy obsessed. He couldn't deny it, he loved a good mystery, especially when it required him sticking his nose in places where it didn't belong. Oh, and especially when intriguing people like Tasha were involved. James had a bad habit of thinking of people by the sum of their average emotions, and for the life of him, he couldn't pin her down.
Was she lying? Not particularly, but something felt false anyways. Was she deceptive? Totally. But about what, exactly? And she knew something, too. Something important. But his ability couldn't discern facts from a person's mind, which drove him absolutely mind numbingly mad in this case.
James usually prided himself on knowing everything. So, when there was this obviously huge secret being dangled right in front of his nose and he didn't have it figured out within twenty-four hours, now, that was just plain shameful.
He was (again) not attending class to mull over what he knew. Like, the attack, Tasha, and the cyborg girl Erin, were all connected. He couldn't very well get a read off of someone with a mind mostly made of metal, but she was talkative enough. They both knew about the attack beforehand, he was sure of it. Which meant they had to have some sort affiliation with the people who planned it.
And lovely enough for him, he had missed the blasted thing for the same thing he was doing now. Skipping class. Moodily, he dropped his head over the edge of the bench he was laying on in the commons, the world turning upside down. This is one puzzle I won't let go unsolved.