Roswell Magick Legacy ADULT/UC/XO

[Dominicana]

Maria

I watch the exchange with Isabel and Max theres something not right here.

Then all of a sudden a small petite girl comes in. Shes cute. Perfect for max. Wait what am I saying focus Deluca.

*Max, there's something werid going on, why is she flipping out, you want me to try n dreamwalk her right now i'll just say that i'm going to your house real quick I want answers and I want them now, I don't but theres something about this Michael guy* I tell Max.

[isabelle]

*Max*

I see Liz arrive and I think that she's even prettier than Isabel. This whole family is very attractive. In spite of Isabel's (quite understandable) verbal attack, I take a moment to spare a smile for the new girl. But then I have to answer Maria.

*Maria! You can't dreamwalk her when she's awake.* I send to her. It's clear this situation is really bothering her or she wouldn't be making such suggestions. *Stay. It'll be too odd if you try to go now.*

Then to Isabel, I answer alloud. "I don't know who has him," I tell her again. Glancing up and down the street, I don't see anyone, but I still have to control this conversation. "Let's go inside and we can talk. Maybe even get that water you were offering before..."

Isabel still looks very uncomfortable, but she glances at her cousin and then gives a terse nod and turns to lead the way into the house.

Okay, I think, exhaling. This is going to be difficult. I don't have any idea how I'm going to explain this. They'll think I'm crazy. I should have approached the topic a different way, but I just don't know what other way there was. I certainly couldn't wait around for a few days until we were all good friends. I couldn't leave Michael alone for that long if there's a quicker way to get him out.

*Oh God! Trevor? Somebody help me!*

I nearly trip over the threshold as I hear him again. Not only because I heard him clearly -- every word. And not even the incredible panic I could feel behind those words. But the name he used this time. Trevor. Why would he mention that name? Isabel's family doesn't have a Trevor in it. Could he actually mean Trevor Guerin? It's not a common name.

I exchange a worried glance with Tess, but don't say a word, verbally or telepathically, until we all get inside.

[StormWolfstone]

~Isabel~

After everyone is inside, I send a telepathic message to our parents. *We need privacy and are in the living room of Cameron's. Please do not come near. We are learning something.* Then I turn to ask Max what is going on when I see him seeming very concerned and confused. Though, the confused part I'm not completely certain about.

"Alright, Max. What is going on?" As I ask this, Adam who is the only one of us that never worries about what people think about us being witches, ends up using a small bit of power to build up the fireplace even though he's using a cool flame so instead of red's and orange's it's a light blue with some green flecks.

"Yeah, man. What do you know about our friend?" Adam asked, looking at Cam with concern.

[StormWolfstone]

~Valenti~

I hear the door open and grin, my eyes remaining on my prisoner as I tell the scientist, "I want blood drawn, scans taken and I want him drugged up. We might also have to give this new truth serum of yours a try."

Releasing the catch, I watch as the leads slowly detach from his chest and return to my weapon. "I'll let my men have a bit of fun with you and simply watch since you refuse to answer me as I wish." I say even as I realize that soon it'll be time to return home to check on my son. That could wait. Kyle would be fine without me a bit longer.

I had the men bring in a chair as I ordered, "Chain his arms and legs so that he won't be getting up to go anywhere anytime soon." Then glancing at my science men, I say, "Don't do anything to kill him yet. He may prove useful even after the tests."

[isabelle]

*Max*

As we get inside, I see that the house is big. Maybe bigger than mine. Or maybe it just looks that way because of the way it's laid out. Isabel is still understandably distressed. They all look concerned, including Liz. Adam seems to be the most calm, but even he is tense and terse.

I stare in amazement as Adam kneels at the fireplace and creates a fire with neither matches nor firewood. A strange blue-green fire. I'm so surprised, I almost don't hear his question about Michael.

"What... How did you do that?" I ask, staring. "Are you aliens?"

[KatnotKath]

OOC: hope this works I know I owe Serena and Alex still, but having some trouble with writing, trying to get back into Liz for starters lol

~Liz~

I offer these new kids a smile as we’re introduced, but I’m afraid my mind is really on other things… As Isabel explains, to say I’m surprised when she tells me that these people are looking for Michael too is a major understatement. I don’t see how they would know him, and I look over at Adam, questioning what he knows. For the moment his only reaction seems to be to shrug, and I quickly find my attention directed back at these strangers as Isabel demands to know HOW they knew Michael, how they talked to him, and who had him…

All three are very good questions, and I’m looking forward to hearing the answers…

I notice that we only get an answer to one, Max deciding that this conversation isn’t exactly suited to the open. I can’t say I disagree there, and I can sense a general concensus of agreement within my own group. We know full well the danger of being carless...now definitely isn’t the time…

I notice that Serena’s still not here, but I presume that my Aunt’s knobbled her much as Jessie did me… Given that we have such large families, that’s not that difficult…kinda an inbuilt hazard I guess…

As we all troop inside, my eyes widen as Adam begins to build a fire. For starters, I don’t really see the point, and secondly, what is he doing exposing us like that. *Adam, are you completely crazy…do you even know the meaning of LOW KEY?* I ask him, shaking my head mentally. I can’t believe he’s just done that…

Of course Max notices…it’s hardly surprising… His reaction to it is rather curious though, adding yet more questions to the list that is building up in my head. I look over at Max and shake my head.

At the same time I realise that Adam’s fancy fire is visible through the window, and even if he doesn’t care about appearances, I’m not putting my family in yet more danger… I wave my hand towards the fire, concentrating carefully and putting it out before looking back over at Max. “Not aliens…no…”

[isabelle]

*Kyle*

Watching all this, I know there's more going on with this Michael person that I don't know about. The way Tess and Max reacted. They're talking to each other and probably Maria. I'm sure I'll be filled in as soon as possible, but it's always a little frustrating to be out of the loop. I only hope that Tess is okay and not so drained as she looks after her odd excuse about an extensive workout...

Heading inside, I'm amazed to see Adam start a fire. Max asks the same question that had been on my mind. Are they aliens, too? Liz puts it out and calmly denies that they're from another world. So, what other explanation can there be for these abilities?

"Then -- How did you do that?" I ask. It's not human, I know that.

[Sugarplum7]

Dude! Everything happened so fast! It's like a huge avalanche of questions fell on like everyone! ::laughs:: Here's my attempt at trying to get everyone to focus on one thing.

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We all head to my porch, and that’s when all the things that I had been juggling came crashing down around me. And all because of one single word—Michael. They know him, in some strange way that I don’t know, and as much as I want to know, the only thing that I can think of is that we are going to find him now. We are so close, that is if we can get back on track and remember what’s important. New things keep developing and everyone keeps asking new questions, different questions.

Max drops the name Michael, and Isabel looses it.

Liz comes over, and we all go inside the house.

I run to the kitchen to get Tess’ water. When I return to the room I see that Adam started a pyrotechnic display in my fireplace. Liz soon extinguishes it.

They ask if we’re aliens. Liz answers it, which leads to Kyle asking a follow up question.

I would try to get everyone back on topic, but there’s just too much going on. We’re all in sensory overload and no one can seen to concentrate on something long enough. Everyone is talking, different conversations overlapping one another, some telepathic some verbal, none of them on what we should be concentrating on, and I close my eyes, centering my thoughts as well as quieting my mind. I extend my hand towards the windows, shutting the blinds and drawing the curtains.

“Digression!” I shout. I know I get the attention of everyone in the room, for all conversations quiet.

“Nice Catcher reference,” Tess says with a weak smile.

“Thanks,” I say after a deep breath. “I know we all have questions about each other, and we can get to the answers later. But there’s something more pressing,” I say calmly and quietly in the already quiet room. “We’re not aliens,” I say to Kyle, echoing Liz’s answer. “We have powers, just let that be enough for now. We have to try and get Michael, and free him from whatever—whoever—has him and is hurting him.

“Everyone just take a seat, breathe, and calm down.” I move to comb my fingers through my hair but remember that I’m still holding Tess’ water.

“Here, Tess,” I say as I make my way over to where she sat. I kneel down to her level, extending my arm to hand her the glass. Her fingers touch mine and I find that myself forcibly ripped from my consciousness, from reality, as a vision starts unbidden upon her touch.

These new people we’ve met are all sitting in a restaurant laughing, smiling, looking like regular kids. I don’t see anything remotely bad or evil about them in the vision, nor do I sense anything evil, sinister, or bad in any sense about them in the vision.

I’m ripped away from that last scene to a new one. This one focused solely on Tess, everything else a black void surrounding us. I see her knees buckle beneath her as she struggles to maintain her balance, pain obviously overtaking her to a great degree, and then I hear Michael, his voice echoing around us, “Oh God! Trevor? Somebody help me!”

I hear him screaming, his voice creating a cacophony of sound that continues to swirl around us, and Tess’ scream joins Michael’s as she crumbles down to her knees, giving up her fight to retain her balance. A wave of pain crashes over my head, pressing down on me and stealing the breath from my body—pain so deep that it filled my mind and my senses. It consumed me so fully that there was just one thing I could to, succumb to it and scream. And I do. My voice joins Tess’ and Michael’s as I try to release the pain in a scream.

[isabelle]

*Max*

As Cameron comes in with the water for Tess, she tries to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand. I know she thinks it was a 'digression' but it really wasn't. If these people had been aliens, too, it would explain an awful lot. We've had so many questions about ourselves for so long, it would be wonderful if anyone were actually able to give us some answers.

But Michael is the important problem at the moment and I think he IS an alien. He has to be. We've been feeling his power and hearing his thoughts just like with one of us. He's not just an alien. Somehow I'm sure he's from the same place as the rest of us -- or me and Tess and Maria, anyway.

Whatever power it is that they're using, it's clear that they're not ordinary people. That should make this a little easier...

"Michael isn't like you," I say and it isn't a question. "I think he's like ... me." I stop myself just before saying 'us.' I don't want to involve the others yet. I'll be the weirdo for now. I'm the one who said he heard Michael, after all...

I take a deep breath and get ready to plunge into it. They may believe me, they may not. But either way, there's going to be a lot of questions, I'm sure.

"You see, I'm a bit -- psychic, sometimes. I haven't talked to him or seen him at all, in the usual way. But earlier today I'd been getting feelings about someone in trouble. I was able to figure out that his name is Michael and that he's in pain. I saw his face and then I heard his thoughts. He was worried about 'ron' and Isabel," I explain, looking at the two girls. "I guess he did mean Cameron. I didn't really catch all of it..."

I decide to leave off the part about Trevor, although I know I'll get to that soon. I think I've said enough for now...

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[KatnotKath]

~Liz~

One of the other boys – I think his name was Kyle, looks at first Adam, and then me. “Then -- How did you do that…?”

His question doesn’t really come as a surprise, but the fact that he’s not laughing at the idea of aliens might… I want to know what’s going on here before I say anything more though…

Cameron comes into the room, I feel the waves of strong emotions running off her. Distress, worry, fear…they’re all there… I swallow, trying my best to keep my expression from showing that there’s anything wrong, but do look over at Cameron as she hands Tess her water. *Are you okay…?* I ask her silently.

“Michael isn’t like you…”

As he begins to talk, I turn the majority of my attention to listening to what he’s saying, but there’s still a part of me concentrated solely on my cousin…

His words create more questions than answers they provide, but I’m at least gathering that he’s not so normal either…and maybe some of the others… Maybe we could tell them about us…eventually…maybe they’d accept us…

It’s a remote possibility perhaps, but we can but hope…

As Max goes on to suggest that he’s a kind of phsycic, I can tell that he’s holding back, but for now I’m more interested in what he has said… At his mention of having seen Michael, I reach into my bag, pulling out a small pen and pencil I always carry around just to have on hand, and I chew my lip, concentrating as I mark out the outline of a face. His mention of Isabel and Cameron…or Ron as he thought had been said – or rather though – is probably enough to convince, but let’s just be certain… Quickly I add in a few features and his hair, constructing what I hope is a passing likeness for Michael. I know I could do better, but I don’t want to take the time right now…

When I’m finished, I look over at Max and hold out the pad. “Is this who you saw…?”

OOC: FYI, Liz is good at drawing as well as Michael in this (I already okayed it with Storm) so the picture will be a good likeness