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 Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:19 pm
"We're thinking the same thing already." he said as he lowered his menu. He smiled a little and said. "Unfortunately time will not permit a ceremony, when this war is over we'll have our wedding, and we'll finally be able to stop worrying about all of these events, as if we were helping to support the world on our shoulders." Well their entire group was doing just that, the world needed help and that's what they were doing. He looked over the menu one more time as the waiter returned.
"And what will you two be enjoying this evening?"
"I'm sorry could you give us a few more minutes?" Luca said as he looked towards the Waiter. The waiter nodded and walked off. He looked back at the menu, not sure of what he wanted there were to many things swirling around his mind for him to focus on the meal.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:45 pm
The Cosmic Owl was rather happy when Erin decided to give the outfit a chance. In her mind, no one should be afraid to hide their differences. Weren't those differences what made everyone unique? While Erin was in the bathroom changing, Cecilia could feel her hair coming loose from the clip that held the silvery tresses together. Walking toward a long stand-up mirror that was in the room, the Herald began to try and do battle with the thick and stubborn locks, but to no avail, for each time she managed to trap it within the teeth of the large clip, it came loose again. Training her body and mind were walks in the park compared to training the bushy cloud atop her head. Finally, with a frustrated growl, she gave up opened up a wormhole, tossing the hair ornament through it. It would land in her room, most likely on the floor where she would pick it up later. Her hair, now that it was free was kinked. She ran her fingers through it and shook it out, allowing it to settle to her waist in silvery curls.
By the time she had given up on her hair and decided to let it do its own thing, Erin had emerged from the bathroom dressed in the outfit. The colors really did bring out her features. Pink had never been Cecilia's first choice of color as she preferred either red or purple, but they suited Erin. The colors seemed to bring out her innocence, which the Gravity Herald could see shining through her ruby eyes. Cecilia didn't need to be an empath to see that Erin was still rather uncomfortable about having the tattoos exposed. Cecilia approached the Artistic Owl to get a closer look at the tattoos. Other than the fact that they were created from an evolution in Erin's mutation, they looked like normal tattoos. "You really shouldn't be afraid to hide your differences. Besides, those differences are what make you unique, what sets you apart from everyone else in a good way. If we were all the same, we'd just be boring as hell now wouldn't we?" Cecilia said comfortingly to the nervous girl. Bailey had chosen what she wanted, but with her mind in the state is was in, with all the thoughts running in and out, she was unsure of whether or not she would be able to eat. She was relieved when Luca asked the waiter for a few more minutes. It would allow them to gather their thoughts. "I guess I don't want us to end up like Itachi and Amaya. They were married, but now Amaya's dead, but even when she was alive...those two barely got to have any time together because of what was happening around them. They never even got to start on a family. I don't want that to happen to us. I don't want us to suffer the same fate as them."
There was also something else that had been bothering her. She felt that telling Luca would be right. "There's also the problem with my vectors. Right now, I can feel them within me, striking me every few minutes. I have enough control to keep them at bay, but for how long...I don't know. They already broke two of my ribs earlier plus my right arm. You can't tell because I was healed. I guess I'm afraid of what they would do if I did get pregnant with our child. Would they hurt him? Even if I did gain better control over them, there is always that small chance that they would rebel against me and hurt the baby while he or she is still in my womb."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:01 pm
Luca lowered his menu, he needed to think about how he was going to respond. "Itachi and Amaya...What happened was unfortunate, and I'll continue to think that, but I won't let it stop me from moving forward with you. While Itachi may never be able to move on I know that I won't allow the same thing to happen to you. I'm just the kind of person who doesn't like to lose." He laughed a little, closing his silver eyes he took a small breathe and shifted back in his seat. He looked at her as she mentioned what her vectors had done, a small electric charge shot from the corner of his eye and harmlessly into the air, unless one were looking directly at Luca they wouldn't have noticed. "As for the vectors, then perhaps it's not about keeping them sealed inside. Why not let them out, and work on making them more intangible, that way they have the freedom they crave and you can have a normal life. It'll take more work and I'll be there to walk you through it all."
When she mentioned children Luca had to stop for a minute he hadn't thought that far ahead in all of this. He knew that he wanted a family but he wasn't going to bring a child into this world, not like this at least. "When we decide to go down that road we'll deicde what to do. Besides do you think our child would be stopped by a rogue vector? No our babies will be tougher than that." He smiled, trying to raise the mood of the environment a little.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:36 pm
The electric charge that went into the air from the corner of Luca's metallic eye did not go unnoticed as Bailey's aquamarine eyes had directed themselves towards her fiance when he did it. She had sometimes considered allowing her vectors to roam free. But with the lack of control she had over them, that idea had been thrown away rather quickly. She had never stopped to think that that was why they were always so rebellious against her. They were almost like children who had been locked away, whose mother refused to let them go outside. "You speak about them as if they are people and not devices of destruction," she said, the right corner of her lips lifting into a half-smile.
"You're probably right. I say that they have a mind of their own all the time. Most people think that I'm joking, but it's true. It's like...it's like they came with their own thought processes if that makes sense. It's like having six different people living within me. All six of them are diverse in personality. No two are the same." Her eyes lowered towards the table allowing her to stare at her doll-like hands. "If there is a chance that I could better control them if I allowed them to remain free, then I might consider it. It couldn't hurt to attempt such a thing." However, there was still the worry of the child, if Bailey and Luca should ever have one. That chance that her vectors could rebel against her and harm something that was part of her was small, but it was still there. Not wanting to think anymore about a prospective family, Bailey decided to change the subject. "Are you ready to eat now?" she asked curiously, looking back up at her fiance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:38 pm
Erin was about to pick up the shoes and sit on the bed to put them on when Cecilia came over to her. She could tell that the azure owl was studying her tattoos a little bit and couldn't help but blush a tad. "Like I said, they are definitely not like ordinary tattoos..." she replied softly as she sat on the bed to begin putting on the shoes. "When I use my powers, they move and change shape... But you're right. They are something that make me unique..." She understood what Cecilia meant. It was just that Erin was trying her best to explain her reason for keeping them covered most of the time.
As Erin put on the jewelry, she considered telling Cecilia the reason for her powers evolving. She deserved to know, as the Azure Owl had been a good friend to Erin so far. "Cecilia? I feel as though I should explain to you why my powers evolved." Erin suddenly said quietly as she looked down at her hands folded in her lap after finishing with the jewelry. "I already told the whole thing to Roulin and Bailey before coming here to Las Vegas. Besides, I think I owe you an explanation because you saw what happened with me and my sister in Brazil and earlier today in your room." With that, Erin paused as she waited to hear what Cecilia would say.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:55 pm
When Erin mentioned that her tattoos moved and changed shape each time she used her abilities, Cecilia became even more intrigued. Cecilia had seem many strange and interesting things when it came to the Owls of this world, but this my far was probably the most interesting or the most strange. The Cosmic Owl could understand the teal haired girl's reasoning for wanting to hide what made her different. After all, how many times had Cecilia secretly wished that she could sometimes blend in with a crowd and not have others gawking at her because she looked like her mother procreated with a blueberry and she was the result of that.
Cecilia's thoughts were interrupted by Erin's voice again. The Herald walked turned and sat down beside her on the bed. The mattress sank slightly under the weight of the two women who were very different in both appearance and personality, but who seemed to share one thing in common. They had differences that really made them stand out in the world. Erin's tattoos and the color of Cecilia's skin. "I guess I've been a little curious. But I understand your reasoning for not telling me. You barely knew me then. If you're comfortable enough with telling me now...I'm here to listen."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 8:33 pm
When Cecilia responded positively, a small smile came to Erin's face. She was truly glad that the other woman was willing to listen. The two of them looked distinctly different from one another, but they both shared the fact that they both had physical changes that made them clearly stand out in a crowd. "Thank you." Erin said, her smile getting a little bit bigger as she finally looked up and over at Cecilia. "The reason I hadn't told anyone about the evolution was because I had no idea what was happening, or why my sister changed. But it was partially that I barely knew you too." Erin started off simply in a reply to the first thing that was said.
Erin then paused to take a deep breath as she thought about where she wanted to begin her long story. "Elle and I, were not born. We were created by humans. I don't think the two of us can be considered neither Owl nor human really because of how we were created. Even though the two of us look like everyone else, we're different in that aspect because our brains are neither organic nor mechanical. Yes, my sister appears more mechanical than I do, but our processors are the same.
The humans that created us... They hate Owls. All of them, whether good or bad. So Elle and I... We are their solution to their so-called plague. We were created to eliminate Owls." Erin let her voice drop off and her smile clearly left her face then. She turned her head to face away from Cecilia, then stood up and continued her explanation. It wasn't really a story, it was more of an explanation to Erin. Erin kept her back towards Cecilia as she continued. "Elle remembered our programming first. That was what you saw in Brazil. At that time, I didn't remember anything about our programming nor our reason for existence. I suppose that was part of the reason why Elle was so angry with me for not helping her back then. The mission is to inject other telepaths with a serum to lock their abilities with ours, essentially strengthening our hive mind. At the same time, our individual abilities: Elle's technological manipulation and my blood manipulation would evolve to our full potential as well. When I refused, Elle threatened both my life and that of everyone else in the Night Owls if I told anyone about the mission." Erin paused again as she switched gears in the story.
"My own evolution started right before we left for Rome. The first thing to change were my eyes, which weren't a painful change at all. The tattoos came later, and they developed in more painful ways. That was why I spent most of my time in Rome locked in my hotel room. I was unable to move because I was in so much pain." Erin left out the bit about Elle torturing her psychologically with nightmares so she wouldn't agitate Cecilia like she had with Roulin and Bailey when they were in New Orleans. "The tattoos completed just after Bailey, Roulin and I arrived in New Orleans. After a few weeks, Roulin confronted me and I told him and Bailey everything about the mission and the programming. I don't want to follow the programming. I don't want to hurt my friends, not after what Elle and I did to our parents. Everyone in the Night Owls is like family. It would make me go crazy if I had to destroy that. That's why I refused to help my sister with the mission." Erin stopped there and finally turned around to face Cecilia. Her expression was both pained and sad.
"Even now, I'm struggling to keep myself from giving in and following the programming set for the two of us." With that, Erin stopped talking and her sad expression softened a bit. She felt that that was enough to say for the time being. Though, she would tell Cecilia more if the Cosmic Owl asked any further questions.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 8:50 pm
Elle had left her sister and her friend to do what they wanted to do. Wondering the hallways Elle was running how much damage she had taken. 65% damaged her internal processor read for her. She then saw a bench in the hallway as she tied her teal hair into a ponytail. Setting her left arm out the flesh removed itself and her interior was seen. Her right hand transformed into an instrument that started to operate on her left arm. Her eyes began to glow a teal color, while she thought. Logically it made no sense for her to apologize to her sister...she was wrong...she went against programing, but she also understood that they were sisters...or whatever people wanted to label them, they shared a bond that nobody could understand. Maybe she just needed some time to think about everything that was going on. Right now Elle felt alone, even though she and her sister had made up, Elle had no friends, nobody who understood her...then again she brought everything upon herself....and she had made it this long without company....the rest of the time spent with the team wouldn't mean anything different.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 9:39 pm
Cecilia listened intently, not taking her eyes off of Erin, even when the Artistic Owl stood and turned her back to the sapphire toned Herald. As the story progressed, Cecilia expressed all of the correct emotions. Curiosity, shock, surprise, anger, realization. The Gravity Herald had seen Owls whose powers were synthetic; powers that were bestowed upon them by something other than natural forces, powers that weren't bestowed upon them at birth. However, Elle and Erin were much different. Having not come from a womb, they were synthetic human beings, created by science instead of nature.
During the time that Cecilia had known Erin and Elle, she had seen them display proof of humanity. They may have been created by Science, by humans, but that did not mean that they weren't humans themselves. For what were Owls, but humans with abnormal DNA that gave them their mutations? They both displayed emotions just like everyone else did. They both displayed a conscience. This was proven when Erin had refused to aide her sister, something Cecilia had witnessed in Brazil. Even now, she fought against her programming. She fought against what she was created for. She knew right from wrong. She shed tears, she felt pain. Did that not make her similar to the rest of them?
When Erin finished, Cecilia stood and approached the girl who had decided to trust her with so much of her past and so much of herself. "Even if you were created by science...by humans and not by nature...that does not make you any less human. You said it yourself. You don't want to kill. You're fighting against your programming. You have emotions. You have a conscience. You feel pain. You've cried. The fact that you are not giving in and doing what you created to do proves that you are just as human as the rest of us. For what are Owls, but humans with freaky DNA? Even your sister has displayed signs of humanity. She has chosen not to go through with that programming. It's not easy. You're practically fighting it everyday, but the fact that you are fighting is a sign that perhaps one day you'll be able to live normally."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:53 am
"Yeah, anytime Amara," replied Roulin. He doubted that Amara cared about whether or not he was indulging in the moment for his sake and not her's. He hadn't planned on going out and gambling though, so he had her to thank for this moment. A nagging thought that refused to leave the young man's troubled mind was whether or not the talk they had, or were still having, was helpful in anyway. Even the distraught Owl of Life knew that he'd never truly meditated on the subjects taunting him in such detail before this evening. That was something else he had to thank Amara for then. On the subject of thanking people, the neglectful slouch of an Owl still had yet to thank Erin for drawing up the blueprints to what was essentially his weapon of mass destruction. When the bartender inquired the reason why the two were there, he knew Amara would be on that immediately. They were just friends and personally, he preferred it this way. "Yeah, she's my sister. We're just out having a good time my friend. As you should."
"You were born to do this huh?" ~Not if these power dampeners are here...~ The Life Owl's eyes were ever vigilant in scoping out anything that was amiss in this casino. It was Will's....so there was something strange at every turn. Every turn. They were simple machines. Ones that Roulin and even Amara had come into contact with ages ago. They were toys to the new and improved man. Before disturbing them though, Roulin took his drink from the platter. The Porn Star as it was eloquently called. "Heh. Thanks for the drink Amara. What better way start a Sunday morning eh? Oh, and five thousand in. Sound appropriate?" And with that, the games were on and so were Roulin's.
~Alright. Time to take out the nearest one then...just keep your powers going...~
~~~
Moli's light blue eyes wavered between Aeon as she spoke and the bright, despicably warm surrounding that was Las Vegas. The young Herald fleeced his collar to let loose some of the heat that was already trapped within his bright yellow t-shirt. With Aeon beneath his arms, things were bearable....but not really. When she spoke of her detoxification, something Moli didn't know about, he immediately felt shocked, but not hurt. "Wha? I thought I said to stop doing--" The confused Italian was stifled by Aeon's subsequent apologies.
The elder Presidiomni brother would have to thank Cecilia soon for her help in Aeon's choice. When the projector began to go on about the good things that Moli had brought to her and done for her in her life, first, the blonde's ego inflated to twice it's size. He then smiled and looked down at that trophy girl beneath his arm. Hugging her closer to him, he found himself only able to nod at her words and her decisions. Moments later, he found the words to say. "You know, I'm partly to blame right? I haven't been there for you and I apologize. So please, don't thank me because everything isn't perfect peachy keen just yet. I love you Aeon, and don't you forget that. Soon, I'll be able to do more things with you. I'll be able to show you just how thankful I am to have you in my life. If that isn't corny, I don't know what is. But anyway, this restaurant....can we please find it? It is....just hella hot out here. I'm going to melt if we don't get into a building soon!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 1:14 am
Amara looked at Roulin and laughed a little. "Don't forget the shot of Jameson...it's an insult not to take the shot when someone else bought it for you" she told him. Looking at the Jameson whiskey, Amara threw the shot back and smiled. It burned going down but she was used to it. When he asked how much they should bet, she nodded. "Yea five thousand if fine, but I have a feeling by the time we're done, we'll walk away with at least three times as much" she said to him. Amara's ability was sub-conscious so she really didn't have the exact control but to try and focus on it but there was no way of actually applying it...but chances were that they would come out on top. Amara began to sip on her drink as the man began to spin the Roulette Wheel and tossing the ball in the opposite direction of how it was spinning.
Aeon listened to what her boyfriend was saying. Even though he blamed himself...she was the one to blame at the end of the day, nobody forced her to do it, she chose to. The blond and brunette soon came up to the restaurant as they were greeted at the door. "Party of two please" Aeon said. The hostess then showed them to their seats. It was nice place, noisy but a place she figured that Moli would and herself would enjoy. When they got the table, Aeon sat down and received a wine menu and food menu. "They really do have some awesome things here Moli. I suggest the Scottish Salmon...I'll be getting that" she said, hoping that Moli was into trying new things, she could only remember him only eating pasta. She then looked at the wine menu and smiled. "This was said to win whine of the year, the Kosta Browne....I think that I'll get some of that too. Hurry up and choose what you want Moli, I'm starving" she said laughing a little trying to lighten the mood. Since the detox however she had barely eaten, and when she did, she normally tended to throw but but she wanted Moli to have a good time without worrying about her...so she would do everything in her power to make this "date" perfect.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:54 pm
"It's hard not to think of them that way when they have such a drastically different perspective then yourself." Luca lifted his wine glass taking another drink of the deep red liquid. He swirled it gently in the glass as he listened to her speak. "Then perhaps keeping them pent up isn't what they need. Have you thought about taking them somewhere they could run rampant all they want and not hurt someone? Like in one of Will's training grounds, or in a world Phantom constructs? That way they can have free range of destruction and once they tire themselves out you can hopefully come to some kind of accord." He gently placed the glass down and folded his fingers together as he leaned slightly forward in his seat. smiling lightly as he nodded. "Yes I think it's about time we ate. After all I didn't just bring you up here to propose."
The waiter returned standing by the table he looked at them and asked once more. "Are you two ready to place your orders?"
"By all means. But please start with her." He said motioning to Bailey.
The waiter turned towards her waiting to hear what she had selected as her meal of choice.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 3:01 pm
A tiny smile appeared on Erin's lips at Cecilia's words. In truth, she was surprised at how well the cosmic owl was taking in the information that was just related. The artistic owl sighed and looked down at the floor. "You're right. I do hope that's what will happen. I don't think I'm cut out for this sort of life anyway." Erin replied her expression turned sheepish at that remark as she looked back up at Cecilia. "I'm not exactly sure, but I think Roulin said the same thing you just did. Though not in so many words. Or at least he tried to say what you just did." Erin smiled in slight amusement at the thought about Roulin. Though, this reminded her that Roulin had wanted her to teach him how to use telepathy at some point. Erin stored that piece of information away in her mind so she would remember to speak to Roulin about that later.
"The Night Owls are all good people, very kind for taking both me and my sister in when we needed a home." At this, a brief thought of Noel crossed Erin's mind. She was still sad over that loss in Rome. Even if Elle and Erin had manipulated the thoughts of the Night Owls to become part of their group, Erin still believed that they would have taken them in even if they hadn't used their telepathic influence.
Letting out another sigh, Erin's usual demeanor returned as she smiled at Cecilia. "I apologize if I dampened the mood at all with my past and other things. We should get going now, right?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 3:54 pm
Cecilia's jaw set tightly when Erin mentioned Roulin's name, but it was only before a brief moment before her expression and her body relaxed. So...it seemed that even in his current state of actions and thought...he still found a way to help people more or less. She could admire that of him, but that didn't mean she would let him off the hook when she finally did manage to be able to speak with him...if she ever did. Pushing the thoughts of her rocky relationship aside, she focused on the subject of the conversation. "Don't worry, there are other things that have dampened my mood, but this isn't one of them," she reassured Erin. Her mood was why she wanted to go to the casino. Perhaps for one day...or two depending on how things went with the training, she wanted to some-what forget about the war, her responsibilities as a Herald, to forget about that heavy burden she carried on her shoulders. She wanted to forget it all, just for a little while for she only had that much time. "Yeah, let's get going," she said as she started towards the door. Bailey ran her small fingers around the rim of the crystal glass filled with deep crimson liquid. Letting them run rampant in a place where there were no innocents? Letting them take out their pent up anger on the forces around them and tiring themselves out? Bailey had never considered that, what had happened earlier dampened her courage to do just that. They had turned on her, tried to kill her...even when she was not struggling to trap them. They had wanted to end her life. She took another small sip of the crimson liquid just as the waiter approached them and asked if they were ready to order. Because it seemed that Bailey had been allowed to order first, she did just that. "I'd like your lemon sauteed chicken," she said to the waiter who wrote it down with quick precision before taking the menu, which she had handed back to him. The waiter then turned to Luca, waiting to hear his order.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 5:15 pm
"Huh? Oh, yeah that....how rude of me..." Roulin's tone, which mocked an apology of some sort, was soon put away by the shot of Jameson he downed hastily. The sensation of the alcohol burning the back of his throat felt like a pair of small hands, which were fitted with metal claws, tearing away at it. At first, the pain was just pain, but after the drink went down, the sensation was replaced with a smokey kind of taste. It was tough for even the Owl of Life to explain as he wasn't a drinker. He only knew that others enjoyed this. While he was here being served, why not enjoy it himself? His violet, oceanic eyes turned to Amara who was already on the path to ruling this roulette table. Roulin knew his role here.
The power dampeners would hold against him and he knew it. As Amara's powers went active, he began to use his own. All of them at once. There thumping of the music hid the small tremor beneath the ground and the lights did well to make it seem as though he was just another dark suit. His teleportation ability was nearly inaccessible here thanks to the dampener, but he managed. Once again, the lights that flashed in strobe hid this damn near perfectly. The nearest machine began to smoke and spark beneath his and Amara's powers. His grin was now a large as his ego was and like the man he was, he looked over to Amara to show her and boast. ~Heh. I fried those weak little things. Your power should go without any hitches now.~
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~Pasta, pasta, pasta....~ went Moli's mind as he scanned the menus in search of just that. Aeon placed a suggestion and it stuck with Moli, but as the blonde searched for what to eat this evening, he acknowledged that he was going about this as a child would. That meant that only the pictures were drawing his attention and not an actual description of what the other selections were. There were no superimposed pictures of pasta, but just seeing the word sprawled out over a set of smaller words meant that he had a dish to fall back on. Finally lifting his eyes from the laminate fold of the menu to Aeon, he smirked and laid flat the menu. "Scottish Salmon eh? You know how I am about fish. If it isn't in a shell, I'm not big on it....I think I'll get the Shrimp Alfredo? Extra cheese....or maybe the Steak and Pasta? Do you want to choose for me, Ms?" asked the Herald with a trusting grin. The appetizers that were set down after a good minute or two were garlic biscuits, something Moli personally enjoyed. Taking to one, he nodded to Aeon letting her know that his dinner choice was her's now.
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