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May 21, 2013 02:45AM
Where Enigma kids are taught to control their abilities, and learn basic fighting skills. It also can simulate different scenes.
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With her most recent notebook on her lap and a bejeweled number two pencil at hand, Désirée had been working on her poems for a couple hours before Jay walked in. However, the sudden opening of the door caused her to jumped up, trip over her own foot, and immediately plummet back down to ground with a squeak. Her pen went one way, notebook towards Jay, and she herself landed in the middle of the room. Needless to say, lying there on the floor in such an ungraceful position with a rather vulnerable look on her face, she didn't look twenty years old, maybe seventeen perhaps, but certainly not a mutant. However, that couldn't be helped, she'd always looked young for her age, and rather irritatingly so.
Amaryllis, who had been in the simulation room longer than the both newcomers-just sitting at the very corner watching Desiree, stood and walked over to Desiree urgently to help her up. "Are you okay?" she asked as she held out an offering hand for Desiree to take.
Désirée gratefully took the girl's hand, before reaching for her notebook. "I'll be- oof!" she started to say, but when she but some pressure on her left foot, she quickly found that because of how she'd twisted it during her fall, it wasn't able to support her weight. This led to her falling once more, but because of how she'd been reaching for her notebook, she ended up falling on the guy holding it, much to her embarrassment. Looking up at his face, she noticed he was a great deal taller and stronger than her, and blushed at his close proximity to her. "Sorry!" she squeaked, but found herself unable to do anything. She always did manage to get herself into situations that constantly made her question why her powers couldn't allow her to heal herself. With all her constant falling, tripping, and generally getting injured, she was obviously a burden on others.(Sorry if that's not my greatest post ever, I just woke up so I'm still kind of sleepy...)
(No problem. I think I'll be leaving soon, though.)
Amaryllis was surprised by Desiree's second time falling. She helped Desiree off Jay and held her up instead, clearly she seemed uncomfortable in a male's arms like that. "Do you need anything?" she asked the girl, "I could bring you to the infirmary to get your ankle checked."
Amaryllis was surprised by Desiree's second time falling. She helped Desiree off Jay and held her up instead, clearly she seemed uncomfortable in a male's arms like that. "Do you need anything?" she asked the girl, "I could bring you to the infirmary to get your ankle checked."
(I know the feeling)Désirée suddenly found herself relieved that she'd chosen to wear black leggings underneath her denim skirt this morning, but obviously the denim flats hadn't been much help. Unable to keep herself from blushing slightly due to the fact that she was once more, on the spotlight, it took her a few moments before she collected herself enough to answer the other girl's question. "I- I'm not quite sure how much use that would be since I'm supposed to work there..." she explained softly, slightly embarrassed that this time she had spoken enough for her obvious French accent to be evident. Nonetheless, after some consideration, she realized that it would most definitely be beneficial if she could bandage her leg and put some ice on it. Why on Earth must I be so clumsy? she thought woefully.
(Me, however is going to sleep now. Avalon, please help me tell Shuhan that if she/he asks.)
Amaryllis shifted Desiree over so Jay could help her too. She turned to face Desiree and said, "We should be bringing you to the infirmary. Have you any disagreements?"
Amaryllis shifted Desiree over so Jay could help her too. She turned to face Desiree and said, "We should be bringing you to the infirmary. Have you any disagreements?"
(Aw, alright Alessia, have a good night's rest)Désirée was slightly surprised that Jay too had his own accent. With a polite smile, she looked over at the two of them sheepishly, "Only if it's not too much trouble... I'd hate to be a bother to you." In the mean time she mentally reprimanded herself for being so rude as to make the two of them help her simply because she was careless enough to get hurt. She also noted to herself that she would most definitely have to pay the two of them back later somehow.
(Lawl, I'm sorry, but this dude is killing me. He's crying almost as much as Désirée. I know it's supposed to be like touching or sad or whatever, but really?)Désirée ended up giving up on apologizing to Grayson for the moment when she spotted Jane going to him. If Jane, who'd suffered the most recently, had something to say, she ought to be the one to speak first. With this, Désirée also realized that Jay might need some consoling, seeing as he obviously hadn't truly meant to act that way. It was likely simply the fact that she'd spoken too freely that had gotten to him, and then he saw Grayson catch her... It was obviously extremely misleading. Upon following Jay's trail of chaos, she soon discovered that it led to the simulation room. Of course when she entered, her first site was a devastated friend, crying, and for once she really didn't know what to say. Sure, she'd planned some things out at first, but upon seeing him there, everything simply seemed to generic.
With all her heart Désirée wished she could say, It's alright, as long as you didn't mean it. I forgive you. She couldn't though, the words simply didn't leave her throat. Yes, it was what she knew he needed to hear, and she longed to forgive him just like that, as if the problem could evaporate. However, she knew nothing was that simple, and even if her soul ached for something, it didn't mean that was the right thing to do. Yes, Désirée was generally benevolent to the point where most called her too lenient. However, in this case, it wasn't her decision to make whether or not Jay could be pardoned. It was the verdict Jane and Grayson had to reach."I know Jay. I know you are sorry. I know you did not mean to hurt anyone, not really. I know you simply want to be forgiven, but that is not something I can do for you. It is Grayson, Jane, and Felix whom you must ask for pardon, and explain yourself to," Désirée whispered, her French accent seeming to add to the anguish in her tone. The tears that sparkled in her eyes seemed a reflection of Jay's own.
"Spite drives us to do much that we regret. For now I will leave you to your apologies, please speak with me once you've finished," Désirée told him with a final smile before slipping out the door of the simulation room as elegantly as her crutches allowed, which, considering who she was, was a good deal more gracefully than anyone could have predicted. At the moment she decided that the best thing to do was meet that therapist she'd heard so much about. After all, she was kind of curious as to see what type of person had taken a job so similar to her's.
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"You're too tense. Breath in, and shoot as you release." Grayson offered, emerging from the shadows. He had been watching the girl for a while, studying her efficiency and motions. Obviously she was angry, or frustrated about something. He had to admit, when he noticed her come in, his eyes were drawn immediately. Cora's profile was not cute, or sweet like Jane or Desiree. The only way to describe this girl was sexy. Either way, Grayson wasn really focused on her image, more of the pain that lay beneath. Taking a step forward, he gathered electricity in the palm of his hand and took a deep breath, pelting the orb towards the target when he released his breath. The simulated target shattered, and Gray turned to Cora to watch her reaction.
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"Grayson Deliwitz. And your welcome." He smiled slightly, one corner of his mouth raised. "You having trouble with your powers?" Grayson was unnaturally good at judging one's character, and reading their emotions. Currently, Cora had a steel wall surrounding her feelings. He walked over to the simulation panel and pressed a few buttons, the targets reforming in many different shapes and sizes. Maybe he could help her- if she wanted him to.
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"Would you like some help?" Grayson asked, his lips tilting slightly. He saw the dawn of realization on her face when he said Deliwitz but appreciated it when she didn't say anything about it. He knew that her brother was on the wanted list, so maybe she was just relating to his position. With one eyebrow raised, he took a step closer and awaited her answer. Grayson wasn't the one for volunteering or anything at all really, but this girl intrigued him in so many ways. Also, she could understand why he was always so blocked off from the world sometimes.
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Grayson couldn't help the grin that plastered his face when she said yes. And the fact that she had been staring at him for at least a minute. Maybe she found him as attractive as he found her? Pushing the thought from his mind, he rose to his full height and took a few more steps until there was barely an inch between the two. He practically towered over Cora, and had to bend his knees to properly help her. Slowly, he placed his hand on Cora's forearm and brought it to her side, elbow bent slightly. He couldn't help the tingle of pleasure as his skin made contact with hers but he pushed his ridiculous emotions downward. He adjusted her arm until it was in the right position and slowly moved it as he offered her the instructions. "So while in motion, you have to flick your wrist and release at the same time. Make sure your elbow is fluid as well, or you won't get enough power in the throw, okay?" He commanded and stapped back, ready for her to show him what she's got.
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Grayson's eyebrows raised in surprise. For one who was having difficulties with her abilities, or not wanting to use them at least, did an amazing job. "Wow." Was all he managed to say, smiling appreciatively at Cora. She was a tough one, that was for sure. Smirking, an idea formed in his head. "Let's try this," Grayson walked back to the panel and set up a city scene in New York, picking out a few villains to target. The walls of the room seemed to collapse, and within seconds, they were in the night life of the Big Apple. "You ready?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
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Grayson felt a spark of satisfaction as Cora giggled. She didn't seem like the type of girl who did it often, and Gray was proud because of it. Suddenly, a simulated siren started wailing and he knew that was the starting signal. He went into fighting stance, eyes darting everywhere. He was completely in fight mode, and there was no way for him to get out of it until the battle was over. A simulated version of Sylvia Beaumont popped out of no where and Grayson dodged a wave of water that headed his way. Looking back, he glanced to see how Cora was doing.
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Grayson halted as Cora fell to the ground and saw her gasp in pain as her wrist landed in an awkward position. Sprinting to the panel, he shut down the system and the panels went back to the white, reflective material. He rushed over to where Cora was sprawled on the ground and kneeled beside her, pushing her long hair out of her face. Gently, he took her wrist in his hands and muttered an apology when Cora winced. There was a bruise forming, so he assumed it was sprained or fractured at the minimum. "Come on princess." Gray said and put one arm under her legs and one under her neck, lifting her bridal style. He didn't care if it was only her wrist- he wasn't about to let an injured girl walk alone to the infirmary.
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Nathaniel walked into the simulation room and saw all this fuss. "What's goin' on here?" He asked. He looked rather puzzled.
With Cora in his arms, Grayson moved around the boy and out the door. "No Cora, you are not fine. If that wrist is broken, you need to get it healed before our next mission." He stated authoritatively. His stance was in protection mode as he walked down the hallways, holding Cora to his chest. Though the fact that Desiree was going to be there gave him mixed feelings. He knew he had feelings for both the girls but Cora seemed right... whereas Desiree seemed like a mystery.
Nathaniel turned and watched them go. He whistled. "Well, now what?" He asked the general cosmos. He had a tendency of asking nobody what to do.
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"Honestly I'm fine it's fine, see not broken at all!" Cora rotated her wrist as if to prove her point, blatantly ignoring the pain that went along with it. "Besides, I don't have any plans of going on a mission anytime soon..." The thought of her brother made her involuntarily shutter. Grayson didn't show any signs of stopping and Cora tried not to panic. Biting her lip, rather harshly, she looked up at him her eyes were pleading with him, "I'm fine...please...just take me to my dorm?" She hated begging, but she didn't want this to end up on her record. Her injury record was flawless, and as petty as it sounded she didn't want to ruin it. Though if she was being truthful, which she wasn't, that was just a cover for her fear of anything hospital related.
"Well, if you want, I can give it a bit of warmth to reduce the swelling." Nathaniel called out to them, still able to hear them.
