Of Men and Titans Book III (IC)

[Saestea]

"Something like that? Being like me? Or you've found something like your family? You seem quite off Dmitri... I mean..." Alfie said, his smile fading. "Noire talked to you... Didn't he? What did he say?" he asked suddenly. He had noticed the spirit's presence around the house. Here more than anywhere, and Noire never lingered in one place for long.
From the staircase, Mitchell walks out and leans against the balcony railing, watching as the two little boys conversed like grown-ups. He frowned. They seemed tense. Both of them. Though Damien more than Alfie. It appeared now that they were related, but Mitch didn't see Damien in the painting.
Strange...

''No...'' said Damien noticing Mitch in the room He couldn't say anything that would add fuel to the fire and indicate him being an immortal.

I should change the subject...

''The painting seems a bit burnt, its seems to be rather specific though, that exact spot where someone else must have been sitting, deleted from hostory.''

Alfie frowned and cocked his head. He was trying to avoid that, but he let it flow. He wasn't going to lose his brother again.
"Uhm... See, Granddad, Grandma, and Uncle Jacques were there. They were burned off, but not intentionally." Alfie lied. He'd removed them because they left him and his younger brother Caspian to die in the orphanage. "It was in our old mansion. When it burned down, this came with it." he said, looking at the burnt areas.
Mitchell ran down the stairs towards the boys, then tapped Alfie's shoulder.
"I'm glad to see you're alright, Alfie." he said with a smile.
"Yes. Thank you Mitchell." Alfie replied flatly.
Mitchell looked surprised all of a sudden. "How could you tell I was Mitchell?"
"Oh, yes. Well, you give out more heat than your twin Matthew does, so... I can easily tell the difference." he said adeptly.
Mitchell nodded. "Alright... So you really are brothers then." he admitted.
Alfie looked to Dmitri and remembered what Mosley said to him. He had only pretended to be his brother.
"Uh... Yes." Alfie said simply, looking down at the floor.

[Qeno]

Are you alive? Can you perceive the concept of living and interacting with your environment? What exactly are you? questioned 52, trying to make scientific logic out of the situation.
Though she was raised religiously, she also held science dear to her heart from which she refused to comprehend that the man may have been possessed by some kind of ghost.

She wondered if this 'person' was here for similar reasons to her, ad reading 'her' consciousness, she deciphered that the 'girl' was familiar with the Path though didn't really hold it in high esteem at the moment.

You must be some kind of intangible metahuman who can convert her mass into a series of specific electrical impulses that can hack into another person's brain, effectively 'possessing' them.

Rei subconsciously tilted her head at the woman's jump to conclusions without gathering any noticeable data and she eventually found a woman staring at the guard she possessed from behind a desk. 'Hmm good question...Maybe I am alive but I can move a few things around while using a body and as you can see...I can talk without moving my 'puppet's mouth' she responded while the animosity of the man's attempts to regain control of his body fell to a startling level.

He probably gave up on regaining control of his body and just lingered like a hostage held a gunpoint.

'I would call myself a ghost but I do have something I'd rather be called by' Rei continued

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''No...'' said Damien noticing Mitch in the room He couldn't say anything that would add fuel to the fire and indicate him being an immortal.

I should change the subject...

''The painting seems a bit burnt, its seems to be rather specific though, that exact spot where someone else must have been sitting, deleted from hostory.''

Alfie frowned and cocked his head. He was trying to avoid that, but he let it flow. He wasn't going to lose his brother again.
"Uhm... See, Granddad, Grandma, and Uncle Gerard were there. They were burned off, but not intentionally." Alfie lied. He'd removed them because they left him and his younger brother Malcolm to die in the orphanage. "It was in our old mansion. When it burned down, this came with it." he said, looking at the burnt areas.
Mitchell ran down the stairs towards the boys, then tapped Alfie's shoulder.
"I'm glad to see you're alright, Alfie." he said with a smile.
"Yes. Thank you Mitchell." Alfie replied flatly.
Mitchell looked surprised all of a sudden. "How could you tell I was Mitchell?"
"Oh, yes. Well, you give out more heat than your twin Matthew does, so... I can easily tell the difference." he said adeptly.
Mitchell nodded. "Alright... So you really are brothers then." he admitted.
Alfie looked to Dmitri and remembered what Mosley said to him. He had only pretended to be his brother.
"Uh... Yes." Alfie said simply, looking down at the floor.

''Cousins'' interjected Damien. He had to see Milford soon, and therefore the other Somerfields who were present in the Upper District. In case the the Evans came along things would be confusing.
''Our families are related, both run major global industrial corporations. We've known each other since we were babies.''

I wonder if Milford escaped during the brief chaos at the Lower District border. I should call him.

''Can I use you're phone?' he asked.

[Saestea]

Alfie frowned and cocked his head. He was trying to avoid that, but he let it flow. He wasn't going to lose his brother again.
"Uhm... See, Granddad, Grandma, and Uncle Gerard were there. They were burned off, but not intentionally." Alfie lied. He'd removed them because they left him and his younger brother Malcolm to die in the orphanage. "It was in our old mansion. When it burned down, this came with it." he said, looking at the burnt areas.
Mitchell ran down the stairs towards the boys, then tapped Alfie's shoulder.
"I'm glad to see you're alright, Alfie." he said with a smile.
"Yes. Thank you Mitchell." Alfie replied flatly.
Mitchell looked surprised all of a sudden. "How could you tell I was Mitchell?"
"Oh, yes. Well, you give out more heat than your twin Matthew does, so... I can easily tell the difference." he said adeptly.
Mitchell nodded. "Alright... So you really are brothers then." he admitted.
Alfie looked to Dmitri and remembered what Mosley said to him. He had only pretended to be his brother.
"Uh... Yes." Alfie said simply, looking down at the floor.

''Cousins'' interjected Damien. He had to see Milford soon, and therefore the other Somerfields who were present in the Upper District. In case the the Evans came along things would be confusing.
''Our families are related, both run major global industrial corporations. We've known each other since we were babies.''

I wonder if Milford escaped during the brief chaos at the Lower District border. I should call him.

''Can I use you're phone?' he asked.

Alfie looked confused for a while, then hurt, but he dropper it and nodded to Mitchell. He looked around, then as if by magic, David comes out of the hallway and walks down the stairs. He hands a phone to Damien.
"Going somewhere?" David asked. Mitchell knew something was wrong, so he headed back upstairs to tell his siblings about it.
From where he was, Noire laughed again, simply lying in wait before Alfie found out and got himself turned. This is going to be so much fun.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''Cousins'' interjected Damien. He had to see Milford soon, and therefore the other Somerfields who were present in the Upper District. In case the the Evans came along things would be confusing.
''Our families are related, both run major global industrial corporations. We've known each other since we were babies.''

I wonder if Milford escaped during the brief chaos at the Lower District border. I should call him.

''Can I use you're phone?' he asked.

Alfie looked confused for a while, then hurt, but he dropper it and nodded to Mitchell. He looked around, then as if by magic, David comes out of the hallway and walks down the stairs. He hands a phone to Damien.
"Going somewhere?" David asked. Mitchell knew something was wrong, so he headed back upstairs to tell his siblings about it.
From where he was, Noire laughed again, simply lying in wait before Alfie found out and got himself turned. This is going to be so much fun.

Damien dialed the number.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

''Hello?''

''Its me.''

''...where have you been?''

''Where are you?''

''Solpholm Plazas, but we need to meet at the Medical College.''

''Right,'' said Damien before hanging up.

''So,'' he said turning back towards Alphie. ''That was-''

Milford Somerfield, CEO of Somersoft SA

''My dad. My current dad'' he said before making sure the Evans weren't around to listen. He didn't want to deceive them but felt the less they know about him the better.
''Where's you're dad? Or mom?'' he asked. ''You're current ones.''

[Saestea]

Alfie looked confused for a while, then hurt, but he dropper it and nodded to Mitchell. He looked around, then as if by magic, David comes out of the hallway and walks down the stairs. He hands a phone to Damien.
"Going somewhere?" David asked. Mitchell knew something was wrong, so he headed back upstairs to tell his siblings about it.
From where he was, Noire laughed again, simply lying in wait before Alfie found out and got himself turned. This is going to be so much fun.

Damien dialed the number.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

''Hello?''

''Its me.''

''...where have you been?''

''Where are you?''

''Solpholm Plazas, but we need to meet at the Medical College.''

''Right,'' said Damien before hanging up.

''So,'' he said turning back towards Alphie. ''That was-''

Milford Somerfield, CEO of Somersoft SA

''My dad. My current dad'' he said before making sure the Evans weren't around to listen. He didn't want to deceive them but felt the less they know about him the better.
''Where's you're dad? Or mom?'' he asked. ''You're current ones.''

"Me?" Alfie wondered. "I don't have any. I run the R.H.A on my own." he said proudly, though not arrogantly. "David is my assistant. But no one has to know about that, okay?"
"So you're current father is Milford Somerfield. Did he not contact you about buying--"
"Yes, David. He did. Stocks? Yes.. Can you take care of that, please?" Alfie told David, then looked back at Damien. "You need to go already? Why don't you take a shower first? And get a good change of clothes?" Alfie asked his brother regretfully. "Maybe I can drive you there."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Damien dialed the number.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

''Hello?''

''Its me.''

''...where have you been?''

''Where are you?''

''Solpholm Plazas, but we need to meet at the Medical College.''

''Right,'' said Damien before hanging up.

''So,'' he said turning back towards Alphie. ''That was-''

Milford Somerfield, CEO of Somersoft SA

''My dad. My current dad'' he said before making sure the Evans weren't around to listen. He didn't want to deceive them but felt the less they know about him the better.
''Where's you're dad? Or mom?'' he asked. ''You're current ones.''

"Me?" Alfie wondered. "I don't have any. I run the R.H.A on my own." he said proudly, though not arrogantly. "David is my assistant. But no one has to know about that, okay?"
"So you're current father is Milford Somerfield. Did he not contact you about buying--"
"Yes, David. He did. Stocks? Yes.. Can you take care of that, please?" Alfie told David, then looked back at Damien. "You need to go already? Why don't you take a shower first? And get a good change of clothes?" Alfie asked his brother regretfully. "Maybe I can drive you there."

How does he get away with that? Don't people wonder who run's R.H.A? Maybe they all think its David, who acts as his proxy there I assume...

''Yeah..sure'' he said. ''I've been through quite a lot wearing this old rags.''

[Saestea]

"Me?" Alfie wondered. "I don't have any. I run the R.H.A on my own." he said proudly, though not arrogantly. "David is my assistant. But no one has to know about that, okay?"
"So you're current father is Milford Somerfield. Did he not contact you about buying--"
"Yes, David. He did. Stocks? Yes.. Can you take care of that, please?" Alfie told David, then looked back at Damien. "You need to go already? Why don't you take a shower first? And get a good change of clothes?" Alfie asked his brother regretfully. "Maybe I can drive you there."

How does he get away with that? Don't people wonder who run's R.H.A? Maybe they all think its David, who acts as his proxy there I assume...

''Yeah..sure'' he said. ''I've been through quite a lot wearing this old rags.''

"Good!" Alfie beamed, bringing his fist down into his palm. "David?"
"Yes sir." he bowed to Alfie, then turned to Damien. "This way, Mr. Somerfield." he said leading him upstairs. Soon, Alfie was following.
In the hallway, the Evans sibling were talking in a huddle, though they broke up when they saw Damien and Alfie.
"Hey guys.." Matt said with a wave. Mitchell ran off and grabbed a towel. "I'm going for a shower."
After a while, Mia went off as well and took a towel.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

How does he get away with that? Don't people wonder who run's R.H.A? Maybe they all think its David, who acts as his proxy there I assume...

''Yeah..sure'' he said. ''I've been through quite a lot wearing this old rags.''

"Good!" Alfie beamed, bringing his fist down into his palm. "David?"
"Yes sir." he bowed to Alfie, then turned to Damien. "This way, Mr. Somerfield." he said leading him upstairs. Soon, Alfie was following.
In the hallway, the Evans sibling were talking in a huddle, though they broke up when they saw Damien and Alfie.
"Hey guys.." Matt said with a wave. Mitchell ran off and grabbed a towel. "I'm going for a shower."
After a while, Mia went off as well and took a towel.

10 minutes later

He stepped out of the shower and got dressed in the bathroom. It was a black business suit. He liked it.

As he put on his shoes and grabbed the door handle his sixth sense went off again, and this time he felt...somehow as if he were being watched.

Is it that spirit he called Noire? he wondered. Looking around he couldn't see anyone. He felt anxious, as well as suspicious.
His head started to hurt intensely as he fell against the floor while grabbing his head.
He saw a dark humanoid apparition gazing at him in a somewhat oppressive manner with blue glowing eyes. It was wearing dark menacing robes that made it look like some kind of dark spirit.

''Ugh...'' he moaned before getting up and exiting the bathroom.

What was that? he wondered.

[Caecuser]

Jacob's eyes snapped open - the stunning blue irises with grey-tinged sclera unfocused at first but rapidly gaining clarity as he descended from the mental realm of shadows and half-seen minds. He glanced over to Nathaniel and nodded curtly, "I have the location of one already; some boy. He'll be the first."

The two of them were standing together in dark alley between towering skyscrapers, a stopping point for Jacob to be able to focus his psychic energies and locate a potential target amidst a city of Superhumans and ordinary citizens. Nathaniel kept watch, switching his focus between the two possible directions a stranger could approach from while being mindful of his Father in front of him - a natural urge to care and look after the man that he could not subdue.

Father turned down toward the left side of the alley and despite appearing like an elderly gentleman, he leaped forwards in quick inhuman movements. His robe flapping around him so that he appeared to ordinary, slow eyes as a blurred shadow. Nathaniel followed him likewise, tensing his muscles and then springing into the air. As the two of them approached their target, the influence and sight of Jacobs mind grew.

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

"Well, I had a feeling they were there for a bit more than just a plain robbery. We all know of the order, of course. Well, I think I might have found a fringe group. I don't really have powers, I mean, I have acute senses, but that's not really a power. It might be to them, though. I found a group of armed people outside of my home, and I had a gut feeling that they had a reason. It wasn't just a random act of violence, it couldn't have been. So, because of that, I gathered some things and left. And, well, you found me." She explained, feeling safe in telling him the whole story. He didn't seem like the kind to judge based on powers. And, as she said, it wasn't really a superpower as much as just, well, acute senses.

Evan listened quietly as Maya told him her story, why she had run away from her own home so frantically and why she had eventually ended up on that alley in the Middle District. He felt like he could relate to her. After all, the Order was the reason he'd been hiding in isolation during all those years, and it was also the reason she had run away. He also felt more at ease with her upon finding out that she had something similar to what the Order would call powers. Sure, maybe it wasn't the same, but if she had them, surely, he could freely show her that he had them, too. That would constitute one less thing to worry about.

"I'm sorry that you had to leave your home." He said to her once she was done, but figured that the best was probably to change the topic, so he did. "So, you have acute senses? Cool. Is that why you asked about the noise, because you're more sensitive to it?" He wondered how that worked. Did she feel more, as well? See further? He figured he'd find out later.

After he had finished, she began her reply. "Yes, that is why. I can put up with quite a bit, but if there's going to be a gunfight out there, I'll hardly get any sleep. Then again, nobody would under those circumstances. So yes, I have acute senses. I see very well, I can hear the entire audible spectrum as well as some very quiet things, I feel increased pain, and so on. In short, it is hard to sneak up on me. I'll hear you and see you in the dark." she finishes her explanation, glad that Evan doesn't even seem surprised. Why was that?

"What about you? Do you have any, erm, 'powers'?" she asked of him, pondering the possibilities. Hopefully, if he did, it wouldn't be something immediately life-threatening.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

After he had finished, she began her reply. "Yes, that is why. I can put up with quite a bit, but if there's going to be a gunfight out there, I'll hardly get any sleep. Then again, nobody would under those circumstances. So yes, I have acute senses. I see very well, I can hear the entire audible spectrum as well as some very quiet things, I feel increased pain, and so on. In short, it is hard to sneak up on me. I'll hear you and see you in the dark." she finishes her explanation, glad that Evan doesn't even seem surprised. Why was that?

"What about you? Do you have any, erm, 'powers'?" she asked of him, pondering the possibilities. Hopefully, if he did, it wouldn't be something immediately life-threatening.

Evan could have merely nodded. He could have responded with an affirmative and then gone on a long explanation of what exactly he could do and how he did it. He could simply have feigned ignorance or shrugged and replied with a negative. But, instead of doing any of that, he went with what was by far the simplest course of action.

He created a small sphere of ice out of thin air and began tossing it from one hand to the other.

"Well I happen to have the useful ability of being an infinite source of ice cubes." He said before causing the frozen sphere to disappear. "Oh, and well, I also can't feel pain, but that's not really that much of a power, to be honest. I can't even tell when I'm injured unless I happen to look at it or someone points it out. Or unless it's crippling or something, but if that's the case I probably have bigger problems." He explained, and then shrugged. "But, that's it." He smiled.

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

After he had finished, she began her reply. "Yes, that is why. I can put up with quite a bit, but if there's going to be a gunfight out there, I'll hardly get any sleep. Then again, nobody would under those circumstances. So yes, I have acute senses. I see very well, I can hear the entire audible spectrum as well as some very quiet things, I feel increased pain, and so on. In short, it is hard to sneak up on me. I'll hear you and see you in the dark." she finishes her explanation, glad that Evan doesn't even seem surprised. Why was that?

"What about you? Do you have any, erm, 'powers'?" she asked of him, pondering the possibilities. Hopefully, if he did, it wouldn't be something immediately life-threatening.

Evan could have merely nodded. He could have responded with an affirmative and then gone on a long explanation of what exactly he could do and how he did it. He could simply have feigned ignorance or shrugged and replied with a negative. But, instead of doing any of that, he went with what was by far the simplest course of action.

He created a small sphere of ice out of thin air and began tossing it from one hand to the other.

"Well I happen to have the useful ability of being an infinite source of ice cubes." He said before causing the frozen sphere to disappear. "Oh, and well, I also can't feel pain, but that's not really that much of a power, to be honest. I can't even tell when I'm injured unless I happen to look at it or someone points it out. Or unless it's crippling or something, but if that's the case I probably have bigger problems." He explained, and then shrugged. "But, that's it." He smiled.

"If my senses are powers, you are the lucky one." Maya said, somewhat amazed at his cryokinetic ability. "You don't realize what a gift it is to not feel pain. Mine only got worse" she points out again. She was just as amazed as she seemed at the ice abilities. That really could be useful in a lot of situations. "That could be applied to a lot of things, like maybe frostbite."

Maya wondered what else it could be used for. Some fun, probably. A magic snowball fight! He had to have done that at some point in his life. Other things to do would most likely pop up in the future, so she dropped the idea from her mind. She still felt he was the lucky one.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"If my senses are powers, you are the lucky one." Maya said, somewhat amazed at his cryokinetic ability. "You don't realize what a gift it is to not feel pain. Mine only got worse" she points out again. She was just as amazed as she seemed at the ice abilities. That really could be useful in a lot of situations. "That could be applied to a lot of things, like maybe frostbite."

Maya wondered what else it could be used for. Some fun, probably. A magic snowball fight! He had to have done that at some point in his life. Other things to do would most likely pop up in the future, so she dropped the idea from her mind. She still felt he was the lucky one.

Evan looked away, though he didn't stop smiling. While he accepted the praise, he wasn't exactly used to it, though then again, he wasn't really used to talking freely about his powers, either. He certainly couldn't do it with his parents and he hadn't really had a lot of people he could talk with before today, not people he could talk with about his powers, anyway.

"It's... It's not that much of a big deal. I don't use it for a lot of things, anyway, though it's nice, having this power. And not getting hurt when I trip or something like that, I guess." He said to Maya. And it was no small thing, either, as Evan tripped rather often. But that was hardly relevant and he wasn't going to say it. "Anyway, sorry to hear that your pain gets worse. But surely your super senses have their perks, too?"

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

"If my senses are powers, you are the lucky one." Maya said, somewhat amazed at his cryokinetic ability. "You don't realize what a gift it is to not feel pain. Mine only got worse" she points out again. She was just as amazed as she seemed at the ice abilities. That really could be useful in a lot of situations. "That could be applied to a lot of things, like maybe frostbite."

Maya wondered what else it could be used for. Some fun, probably. A magic snowball fight! He had to have done that at some point in his life. Other things to do would most likely pop up in the future, so she dropped the idea from her mind. She still felt he was the lucky one.

Evan looked away, though he didn't stop smiling. While he accepted the praise, he wasn't exactly used to it, though then again, he wasn't really used to talking freely about his powers, either. He certainly couldn't do it with his parents and he hadn't really had a lot of people he could talk with before today, not people he could talk with about his powers, anyway.

"It's... It's not that much of a big deal. I don't use it for a lot of things, anyway, though it's nice, having this power. And not getting hurt when I trip or something like that, I guess." He said to Maya. And it was no small thing, either, as Evan tripped rather often. But that was hardly relevant and he wasn't going to say it. "Anyway, sorry to hear that your pain gets worse. But surely your super senses have their perks, too?"

"Well, I don't need glasses or hearing aids. Other than that, I haven't found much of an advantage from them. I'm also quite agile, though I'm not sure whether or not that is natural or another power. That actually has helped me, such as when I had to get away quickly." She points out her second power, and her uncertainty again.

She began to think of what uses could be made from her powers. Perhaps if she got into some sort of espionage, she do well at it. As she said, she can be quite hard to sneak up on. If one were to fly, then they might be able to. She then realized that there probably was someone out there who could fly. Only another reason not to get on anybody's bad side.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Are you alive? Can you perceive the concept of living and interacting with your environment? What exactly are you? questioned 52, trying to make scientific logic out of the situation.
Though she was raised religiously, she also held science dear to her heart from which she refused to comprehend that the man may have been possessed by some kind of ghost.

She wondered if this 'person' was here for similar reasons to her, ad reading 'her' consciousness, she deciphered that the 'girl' was familiar with the Path though didn't really hold it in high esteem at the moment.

You must be some kind of intangible metahuman who can convert her mass into a series of specific electrical impulses that can hack into another person's brain, effectively 'possessing' them.

Rei subconsciously tilted her head at the woman's jump to conclusions without gathering any noticeable data and she eventually found a woman staring at the guard she possessed from behind a desk. 'Hmm good question...Maybe I am alive but I can move a few things around while using a body and as you can see...I can talk without moving my 'puppet's mouth' she responded while the animosity of the man's attempts to regain control of his body fell to a startling level.

He probably gave up on regaining control of his body and just lingered like a hostage held a gunpoint.

'I would call myself a ghost but I do have something I'd rather be called by' Rei continued

And what is that? I am somewhat religious but spirits of the dead aren't supposed stay in the mortal plane. Ghosts can't be real because the dead pass on. Therefore there must be some kind of scientific explanation to you.

52 didn't like this. Her logical and calculated world was struggling to process this. Even when Mosley opened a portal into the Rending, it could be scientifically explained as an alternate dimension. But what was this being? Surely not a real ghost? And more importantly, what was it doing here? Was she an ally or a foe?

[Qeno]

And what is that? I am somewhat religious but spirits of the dead aren't supposed stay in the mortal plane. Ghosts can't be real because the dead pass on. Therefore there must be some kind of scientific explanation to you.

52 didn't like this. Her logical and calculated world was struggling to process this. Even when Mosley opened a portal into the Rending, it could be scientifically explained as an alternate dimension. But what was this being? Surely not a real ghost? And more importantly, what was it doing here? Was she an ally or a foe?

'You may call me, Rei and I do not have scientific explanations to give nor the reason I am still in this plane of existence. However I am here at this location because I saw something familiar, something that should have died years ago but is still alive and I want to speak with it to find reason.'

The young ghost said and started to contemplate moving on from this location and speak with the leader of this hostage crisis directly. She made the man close his eyes from underneath his mask then said to both her hostage and the visitor who was talking to her telepathically. 'I apologize for not being able to speak longer but I have people to meet and quite possibly a train to catch. Young lady who is currently talking to me, if you want to continue talking to me I have a proposition for you.' She said leaving the body of her host and zipped into the woman's body unknowingly named 52.

She appeared to be a child dressed in a pure white kimono with hair black as night and long past her back. 'You are to look for a man named Michael Lawson who may or may not look like this and allow me to speak to him through your voice then I will share all that I know about myself. If you want of course' Rei said folding her arms and a portrait of a figure in a blue cape with a golden mask became visible only to the pair.

The portrait was surrounded by an elegant golden frame and a slight slither of a snake was heard from it. But he is the man I seek and I'll need some help re-claiming my body nearby before something happens. Rei added as the man gripped his partner and started to scream.

"Dude, we have a ghost, we need to get out of here before she kills us all!" he screamed and starting to panic out of the building before being tackled by a few of his fellow members.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

And what is that? I am somewhat religious but spirits of the dead aren't supposed stay in the mortal plane. Ghosts can't be real because the dead pass on. Therefore there must be some kind of scientific explanation to you.

52 didn't like this. Her logical and calculated world was struggling to process this. Even when Mosley opened a portal into the Rending, it could be scientifically explained as an alternate dimension. But what was this being? Surely not a real ghost? And more importantly, what was it doing here? Was she an ally or a foe?

'You may call me, Rei and I do not have scientific explanations to give nor the reason I am still in this plane of existence. However I am here at this location because I saw something familiar, something that should have died years ago but is still alive and I want to speak with it to find reason.'

The young ghost said and started to contemplate moving on from this location and speak with the leader of this hostage crisis directly. She made the man close his eyes from underneath his mask then said to both her hostage and the visitor who was talking to her telepathically. 'I apologize for not being able to speak longer but I have people to meet and quite possibly a train to catch. Young lady who is currently talking to me, if you want to continue talking to me I have a proposition for you.' She said leaving the body of her host and zipped into the woman's body unknowingly named 52.

She appeared to be a child dressed in a pure white kimono with hair black as night and long past her back. 'You are to look for a man named Michael Lawson who may or may not look like this and allow me to speak to him through your voice then I will share all that I know about myself. If you want of course' Rei said folding her arms and a portrait of a figure in a blue cape with a golden mask became visible only to the pair.

The portrait was surrounded by an elegant golden frame and a slight slither of a snake was heard from it. But he is the man I seek and I'll need some help re-claiming my body nearby before something happens. Rei added as the man gripped his partner and started to scream.

"Dude, we have a ghost, we need to get out of here before she kills us all!" he screamed and starting to panic out of the building before being tackled by a few of his fellow members.

An interesting proposition...very well. It will do me good if I can decipher what exactly you are. She moved along the hallway carefully when she heard:

CLICK!

A guard stood behind her, pointing a gun at the back of her head.

''Hands in the air, girl'' he said.

''Very well'' responded 52 as she slowly raised them up. The guard approached her, not realizing she was a trained killer. Just after taking two steps towards her, she turned around swiftly, a small blade in her hand. The guard's eyes widened, he opened his mouth about to scream and was midway pulling the trigger when:
SLASH!

She pounced against his throat, instantly slitting it, causing a silent death.

So..tell me more about this Michael Lawson if you please.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"Well, I don't need glasses or hearing aids. Other than that, I haven't found much of an advantage from them. I'm also quite agile, though I'm not sure whether or not that is natural or another power. That actually has helped me, such as when I had to get away quickly." She points out her second power, and her uncertainty again.

She began to think of what uses could be made from her powers. Perhaps if she got into some sort of espionage, she do well at it. As she said, she can be quite hard to sneak up on. If one were to fly, then they might be able to. She then realized that there probably was someone out there who could fly. Only another reason not to get on anybody's bad side.

"Agile?" Evan asked, wondering what exactly that meant. She could run quickly, obviously, she herself implied that, but what else? Maybe she could jump really really high as well. He couldn't exactly think of anything else at the moment, though.

"Well, that sounds useful. It helped you escape, at least." He told her, unsure of what else to say.

"Who would have thought," He began after a while. "that I'd happen to find someone like me in such odd circumstances?" He wondered. He never really expected to find another person with powers. Well, he had considered it sometimes, but he certainly never expected to end up finding one that was collapsed on the street.

[Qeno]

An interesting proposition...very well. It will do me good if I can decipher what exactly you are. She moved along the hallway carefully when she heard:

CLICK!

A guard stood behind her, pointing a gun at the back of her head.

''Hands in the air, girl'' he said.

''Very well'' responded 52 as she slowly raised them up. The guard approached her, not realizing she was a trained killer. Just after taking two steps towards her, she turned around swiftly, a small blade in her hand. The guard's eyes widened, he opened his mouth about to scream and was midway pulling the trigger when:
SLASH!

She pounced against his throat, instantly slitting it, causing a silent death.

So..tell me more about this Michael Lawson if you please.

'Alright I'll first say that he is a dastardly snake who shaped the path into a metahuman version of the order, At first his intentions for metahuman equality was agreeable at my standards but he faked his own death to go do something then took over the Path from one of my friends.' Rei explained as she folded her arms and her apparition was visible to the woman she co-habitated then she started to float around in the woman's field of view.

'Though where are my manners, what is your name?' Rei asked glancing at the woman

[Saestea]

"Good!" Alfie beamed, bringing his fist down into his palm. "David?"
"Yes sir." he bowed to Alfie, then turned to Damien. "This way, Mr. Somerfield." he said leading him upstairs. Soon, Alfie was following.
In the hallway, the Evans sibling were talking in a huddle, though they broke up when they saw Damien and Alfie.
"Hey guys.." Matt said with a wave. Mitchell ran off and grabbed a towel. "I'm going for a shower."
After a while, Mia went off as well and took a towel.

10 minutes later

He stepped out of the shower and got dressed in the bathroom. It was a black business suit. He liked it.

As he put on his shoes and grabbed the door handle his sixth sense went off again, and this time he felt...somehow as if he were being watched.

Is it that spirit he called Noire? he wondered. Looking around he couldn't see anyone. He felt anxious, as well as suspicious.
His head started to hurt intensely as he fell against the floor while grabbing his head.
He saw a dark humanoid apparition gazing at him in a somewhat oppressive manner with blue glowing eyes. It was wearing dark menacing robes that made it look like some kind of dark spirit.

''Ugh...'' he moaned before getting up and exiting the bathroom.

What was that? he wondered.

Noire felt a presence in his house. It was faint and there for a while. He growled. The entire house creaked. He immediately made his way to the bathroom where Damien was, causing the objects in his path to tremble violently. When he reaches the room however, all he can see is Damien. The boy.
"Who was in here with you child?" he asks, emerging from a painting of a beach.

On his way to his office, Alfie is pulled into a shorter hallway by Mitchell.
"What were you two talking about? You and Damien?" he asked.
Confused, Alfie shakes his head and pushed Mitchell away. "Something about... The past."
"Past?" Mitchell blinks.
"Yes. Nothing to worry about, friend." Alfie replies, crossing his arms over his chest.
Mitchell steps back. Looking down at his feet again, he shakes his head.
There's a lot more to Damien than we think.
Alfie cocks his head. "A lot more?" he asks.
"Uh.. Uh, nothing. Don't mind that."
"No. I myself want to know." Alfie assures him.
Mitchell was surprised for a moment but nods. He shakes Alfie's hand and walks off to bring the news to his brother and sister.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

An interesting proposition...very well. It will do me good if I can decipher what exactly you are. She moved along the hallway carefully when she heard:

CLICK!

A guard stood behind her, pointing a gun at the back of her head.

''Hands in the air, girl'' he said.

''Very well'' responded 52 as she slowly raised them up. The guard approached her, not realizing she was a trained killer. Just after taking two steps towards her, she turned around swiftly, a small blade in her hand. The guard's eyes widened, he opened his mouth about to scream and was midway pulling the trigger when:
SLASH!

She pounced against his throat, instantly slitting it, causing a silent death.

So..tell me more about this Michael Lawson if you please.

'Alright I'll first say that he is a dastardly snake who shaped the path into a metahuman version of the order, At first his intentions for metahuman equality was agreeable at my standards but he faked his own death to go do something then took over the Path from one of my friends.' Rei explained as she folded her arms and her apparition was visible to the woman she co-habitated then she started to float around in the woman's field of view.

'Though where are my manners, what is your name?' Rei asked glancing at the woman

I don't remember. We forget everything during our Rebirth in the Sanctioned Program. My life was dedicated to the Order, until it fell. I had no one to go after that. Even if I had my memories back it wouldn't make a difference. My family is long dead. Just call be by my former code name, 52.

She carefully slighted each door in the hall, but saw no one in sight. The body of the dead guard was hidden under an office desk but she didn't have enough time to clean off the blood. It would only be a matter of time before it was discovered. She had to hurry.

So you...'died'? In a fire? 52's telepathy allowed her to 'read' Rei, but there was a particularly traumatic memory within the girl, set ablaze in a vicious fire.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

10 minutes later

He stepped out of the shower and got dressed in the bathroom. It was a black business suit. He liked it.

As he put on his shoes and grabbed the door handle his sixth sense went off again, and this time he felt...somehow as if he were being watched.

Is it that spirit he called Noire? he wondered. Looking around he couldn't see anyone. He felt anxious, as well as suspicious.
His head started to hurt intensely as he fell against the floor while grabbing his head.
He saw a dark humanoid apparition gazing at him in a somewhat oppressive manner with blue glowing eyes. It was wearing dark menacing robes that made it look like some kind of dark spirit.

''Ugh...'' he moaned before getting up and exiting the bathroom.

What was that? he wondered.

Noire felt a presence in his house. It was faint and there for a while. He growled. The entire house creaked. He immediately made his way to the bathroom where Damien was, causing the objects in his path to tremble violently. When he reaches the room however, all he can see is Damien. The boy.
"Who was in here with you child?" he asks, emerging from a painting of a beach.

On his way to his office, Alfie is pulled into a shorter hallway by Mitchell.
"What were you two talking about? You and Damien?" he asked.
Confused, Alfie shakes his head and pushed Mitchell away. "Something about... The past."
"Past?" Mitchell blinks.
"Yes. Nothing to worry about, friend." Alfie replies, crossing his arms over his chest.
Mitchell steps back. Looking down at his feet again, he shakes his head.
There's a lot more to Damien than we think.
Alfie cocks his head. "A lot more?" he asks.
"Uh.. Uh, nothing. Don't mind that."
"No. I myself want to know." Alfie assures him.
Mitchell was surprised for a moment but nods. He shakes Alfie's hand and walks off to bring the news to his brother and sister.

''I..the..I could sense...someone's watching me...''
His breathing became heavier. So many burdens about to break his back...stress was coming at him from everywhere.
Silently he sprinted downstairs into the hallway and looked outside the mansion.

No one? But who or what did I just see?

He felt increasingly anxious.

[Qeno]

I don't remember. We forget everything during our Rebirth in the Sanctioned Program. My life was dedicated to the Order, until it fell. I had no one to go after that. Even if I had my memories back it wouldn't make a difference. My family is long dead. Just call be by my former code name, 52.

She carefully slighted each door in the hall, but saw no one in sight. The body of the dead guard was hidden under an office desk but she didn't have enough time to clean off the blood. It would only be a matter of time before it was discovered. She had to hurry.

So you...'died'? In a fire? 52's telepathy allowed her to 'read' Rei, but there was a particularly traumatic memory within the girl, set ablaze in a vicious fire.

'Yes, didn't see it coming until I woke up to the smell of smoke and couldn't get out of the bed that was already on fire. Worst ten minutes of my life next to the death of my last body and even that was painful.' Rei complained then she noticed that the child she was inside was named only a number and she didn't quite like that.

Her soul appeared to have noticed that numbers were strange for names and decided to propose another name.'Not to be rude but...Numbers are strange for names and you look more like a person than a robot so after me admitting that memory could I give you a new code name?' Rei asked. Maybe Christina would make a suitable name in this day of age and it would be more believable to be a name than some simple code name.

[Saestea]

Noire felt a presence in his house. It was faint and there for a while. He growled. The entire house creaked. He immediately made his way to the bathroom where Damien was, causing the objects in his path to tremble violently. When he reaches the room however, all he can see is Damien. The boy.
"Who was in here with you child?" he asks, emerging from a painting of a beach.

On his way to his office, Alfie is pulled into a shorter hallway by Mitchell.
"What were you two talking about? You and Damien?" he asked.
Confused, Alfie shakes his head and pushed Mitchell away. "Something about... The past."
"Past?" Mitchell blinks.
"Yes. Nothing to worry about, friend." Alfie replies, crossing his arms over his chest.
Mitchell steps back. Looking down at his feet again, he shakes his head.
There's a lot more to Damien than we think.
Alfie cocks his head. "A lot more?" he asks.
"Uh.. Uh, nothing. Don't mind that."
"No. I myself want to know." Alfie assures him.
Mitchell was surprised for a moment but nods. He shakes Alfie's hand and walks off to bring the news to his brother and sister.

''I..the..I could sense...someone's watching me...''
His breathing became heavier. So many burdens about to break his back...stress was coming at him from everywhere.
Silently he sprinted downstairs into the hallway and looked outside the mansion.

No one? But who or what did I just see?

He felt increasingly anxious.

"Someone?" Noire asked, receding back into the painting as Alfie made his way down the stairs with Mitchell.
"Hey Damien, didn't realize you were done already." Mitchell said, looking at the painting which seemed abnormally distorted.
Alfie crossed his arms over his chest again. He knew Noire was here. He still wanted to know what he had to do with his brother.
"Ready to go now, Dmitri?" he asks, not exactly feeling like using his "current" name. Suddenly, he feels Noire's presence come from behind him. And he was indeed, there. He was visible to Damien, but not Mitchell. The dark figure entered Alfie once again, giving him back his powers.
Alfie staggered backwards, looking dazed then stood straight up. He glanced towards Mitchell who didn't seem to notice. He felt relieved for a moment until Mitchell spoke up.
"What was that? I felt... Something."