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| ~beflexor~ | Feb 16 2009, 02:18 PM |
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Beflexor was in the middle of making a sandwich for lunch when she paused, a concerned expression on her face, she turned around, knowing she wouldn't see anything. Still, something was bothering her. Ever since she'd gained the ability to teleport Beflexor had been more aware of her other ability. As far back as she could remember she'd always had a strong sense of deja vu, to the point of even being able to predict something seconds in advance. Something bothered her now, but she'd usually brushed her precognitive ability off, when everyone around you was always skeptical of it your whole live, you had a tendency to do the same. She did so now, figuring it was just her being paranoid. Still, once she put the lettuce away, she went into her bedroom and tucked a small revolver in the front of her pants. No matter how she felt, being a double agent and working for the government two years ago had changed her. At any moment the NSA or the Greys could come bursting through the door, weapons armed and ready to take her away. Though now, there were even other groups now, she remembered Kies talking about how he'd almost been kidnapped, by people who hadn't been either NSA or Grey from the way it sounded. With the two major players dissolved it left other factions able to seize control of the majority and influence of any rising people with powers. Beflexor finished making two sandwiches for lunch and poured a glass of lemonade, she took the glass and a plate and set them both on the back steps. To her surprise, there was an envelope left there. She opened it, finding an obituary clipped from today's newspaper and a note. The obituary was about a woman in her late forties, no husband, no children, it was rather vague as to her life, but it did mention she burned to death in her home. The note made the teleporter cock her head to the side. In scrawling lines, as though the writer had difficulty, it read: She loved to eat ice cream, and didn't own a freezer. Just what was that supposed to mean? Oh well, at least her stray was getting more sociable... ~ Zack was in the verge of bailing when Aiko opened the door, causing him to take a step backwards. He jerked his hand out of his pocket, careful not to remove its contents, and waved, immediately feeling stupid. Who waves to someone standing right in front of them? "Uh, hi Aiko," he was an ex-NSA agent, capable of movie-quality acting, he could befriend someone and then snap their neck the next second, "I-I was wondering..." even now he did some freelance work, "...if you would like to go out for breakfast," there were a string of murders as of late, "I mean if you haven't eaten already," he ought to mention them, "but I guess you're busy," just in case. Since leaving the NSA two years ago Zack now worked as a private investigator, his sharp skills at stealth and subterfuge making him perfect for the job. He'd made a decent amount of money, still, that probably wouldn't matter to Aiko. He'd been doing nothing but dancing around the issue with her, not the money but rather his feelings. He wished he could read minds, it would make things so much easier, his obscure ability to tap into the potential of minds was limited in that department. Wincing, he continued, like ripping off a band-aid he reminded himself. "There's this place that has the best waffles, and pancakes and stuff. They have these tiny waffles with chocolate chips in them, I like them with extra whipped cream though there was one time they forgot and..." he paused, realizing both his hands were posed, finger and thumb, to indicate the size of the chips, he let them fall to his sides. "What I mean is we really should get together and discuss the Exiles too, there's been something going on that I think concerns the whole of us." You're capsizing! Righting! Righting! Tell her she's hot! Zack yelped and scrabbled at his ear, pulling out the small communication device that he typically used to stay connected with his younger brother back at his office, though he thought Neil was still sleeping, not listening in on private conversations and acting like he was twelve. Zack didn't even want to think about the boat jargon. Just before he managed to remove the device he heard one last thing. You should have sent flowers first, that's what I did with Rip, folded them out of paper and everything...did I send them to where she lives or where she works?...ah crap. ~ A girl named Victoria Black sat in a small waiting room in a doctor's office. To pass the time she took a pair of scissors and sliced a part of her shirt, she smoothed her finger over the cut and it instantly came back together. As far back as she could remember she could do that. It was one of her first memories. There wasn't anyone else in the waiting room at the moment but Victoria had the feeling she was being watched. Something was watching her, studying her. She played with her shirt a few more times, the watcher seeming intent on her ability. After nearly ten minutes it became either bored or content with its information and left. A stalker. Worst twentieth birthday ever. |
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