Roswell Magick Legacy ADULT/UC/XO

[KatnotKath]

OOC: again very short, but falling asleep here so best I can do. If you don't like it, tell me and I'll either edit or delete

~Serena~

I hear Liz’s voice in my head and nod slightly to show that I heard her. I study this small group, searching for any indication as to what is wrong, but if Liz can’t do it with her powers, I guess there’s not really much point in me.

More important is getting Michael out of there…of bringing him back to us safely…

I look over at the other group. “Please…if you know anything that might help us, if you know anything that might be able to help us locate him please tell us… Michael’s our friend, we just want to get him back…”

[Sugarplum7]

I'm just using the bits and pieces of dialogue and trying to contrue them in the way that they occured. Correct me if I put them in the wrong place or if Cam heard something she wasn't supposed to hear. I think I kept by the "whispers" and the "quiets" and whatnot. But you never know. If anyone has issues with this let me know, and I'll edit or delete.

<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Cameron ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>

I close my eyes and bow my head, tuning out most of what’s going on, choosing only to listen to everything, as though shutting off any visual feed of what’s going on could help me center my thoughts or let me get through to Michael. I needed to hear him to really believe he’s all right. I trusted Liz, but I just needed to hear him myself. To hear his tone, to hear how all right he really was. I needed to hear him.

“Michael said he was being held by a sheriff.”

“Oh, Kyle!”

“He broke off part way through . . . Something happened, something wasn’t right.”

“So what now?”

“I didn’t see anything this time. I only heard him. Michael said it looked like a sheriff. Cowboy hat and dark glasses. It might be someone else.”

“Maybe I should call him.”

“That might be a good idea.”

*They’re worried,* Liz sends. *Not about Michael though . . . or rather not just about him. There’s something more.*

“Please. If you know anything that might help us, if you know anything that might be able to help us locate him, please tell us. Michael’s our friend. We just want to get him back.”

Something more. I wonder what it could be. Put the pieces and clues together, Cammie. You know how. They’re there. Just look for them and see how they're connected. Just like your dad showed you.

It has to do with this “him” that Kyle’s calling. And it has to do with the sheriff that keeps getting mentioned. There’s a connection there that I’m not seeing. Kyle is the one who seems more affected by this than the others. Could the sheriff be this “him”?

*Whatever it is, it’s affecting Kyle the most,* I send to my cousins and Serena, still keeping my eyes closed and concentrating only on auditory information. *Tess is being the most caring, supportive, and consoling that I’ve heard her this entire time. And Kyle’s the one who needed to call . . . “him”. Whoever “him” is. Maybe this is someone that Kyle knows more than the others? A sheriff perhaps?*

This is getting so convoluted and confusing. It wasn't like I thought this was going to be easy. I just didn't think that it would be this hard. I didn't think that we were going to get pulled into something that was deeper than I had originally thought.

*Michael. We’ll find you. I promise. You’ll be safe soon. Please. Hear this if nothing else. We’ll find you.* That message was probably lost to the winds, received by no one, least of all Michael, but it was something that was more for my own sake. Sometimes it felt better to speak to him, to send him messages, even if he wouldn’t get them. Oh, the arguments that we’d get in when he didn’t receive my messages. “How was I supposed to know? You didn’t say anything!” “I did too! You’re just too deaf to hear me!” *And now look at you, Michael. You’re sending messages and receiving messages all over the place . . . but you still don’t hear me.*

[isabelle]

*Kyle*

I try not to bite my lip as I wait for my dad to answer the phone. What am I going to say? 'Gee, Dad. Would you happen to be torturing an alien in some windowless room near here?' Not likely. God, I hope it's not him. It's not that hard to disquise yourself as a sheriff. It isn't. It could be someone-else...

I turn away from the others and take a few steps towards the door, waiting. I know it's only been a few seconds, but it feels like much longer.

"Hello," my dad says at last. His voice sounds gruff, but that's normal. That's the way he sounds. He seems like he always does when he's been interupted by a phone call. He's getting reception. That tells me he's not too far into the desert anyway. He could even be in town, at his desk...

"Hey dad. It's me. Kyle." What now? I wonder. But seeing the time, I realize I do have something I could ask that might be able to lend some light on the situation. "Are you going to be getting home soon?"

.

[isabelle]

*Michael*

Max are you there? I think desperately. Trevor? But it's gone. Whatever odd thing that was making me think I was talking to someone in my head is gone. I'm alone here. All alone.

My head is swimming from the sedative they gave me. It's not enought o electrocute me. Now they have to use drugs and chains, too.
It's hard to focus on the things that are going on and that makes it even scarier. Someone touches me. He's cutting off my shirt. I know this isn't going to be good.

"Now, Michael. Where are you from?" says a voice. It's the sheriff's voice but it takes me a moment to realize where he is. I turn my head back and see him still grinning at me, waiting for an answer.

I don't know the answer. I don't know where I'm from or how I got here or why. I wish I did. I was abandoned here. I don't know anything...

I don't say anything, either. I'm feeling very fuzzy and I know he doesn't want to hear that anyway. He'll only use it as an excuse to hurt me again. I know it.

There a noise then. A cell phone. The sheriff gets up and leaves, telling the scientists, "Keep an eye on him and let me know his answer."

I don't have an answer so I say nothing. I do nothing. Drugged up and tied down, I can't even tense against their touch as they pull the remnants of my shirt away and another scientist starts drawing blood. The one who took my shirt seals it in a plastic bag and marks it, while another is cutting clumps of my hair and pulling several strands out by the roots. He also bags and lables what he's taken. I'm not a person any more. I'm just laboratory subject. And the best thing I have going for me is that the sheriff person doesn't want them to kill me yet. Not yet.

I want to shout or curse or cry, but I can't do anything. Not only because the drugs and the ties prevent me, but also because I can't let them see. I refuse to let them know how scared I am. I can't.

I wonder again about Max and Trevor. Are they real? Can they really help?... It felt real, it really did. But how do I know? Would I be able to tell if I had actually gone insane?

[isabelle]

*Max*

I watch and wait as Kyle dials up his dad. Michael's decription could certainly fit Sheriff Valenti, but it could be others, too...

I'm worried about the way we lost contact with Michael. He mentioned the drugs and that might be the reason. *Maria. If he's drugged, he might be unconcious. Do you think you could dreamwalk Michael with the picture Liz drew?*

“Who’s he calling…?” Liz asks. I look at her, wondering how to answer when suddenly I'm interupted by a new voice in my head.

*Max, It's Trevor. I know you have had contact with Michael and I need to know what's going on. I've hidden alot, I don't expect acceptance, only that I need to save Michael. Where are you? Can we meet?*

Trevor!

I hadn't yet figured out what it meant that Michael called for Trevor before. Now Trevor is announcing himself in my head. What does he know? What does he think? He only used my name, probably because Michael did... He says he wants to help Michael, but how? How can he talk to me? What has he been hiding?

Suddenly, I realize that I'm still looking at Liz with my mouth hanging open. "Sorry," I manage, closing my mouth. For a second I can't even remember what she had asked.

“Please. If you know anything that might help us, if you know anything that might be able to help us locate him, please tell us. Michael’s our friend. We just want to get him back," the new girl says -- Serena, I think.

I look back and forth between Michael's friends and my own. We do have a common purpose now. We have to save Michael from whoever has him. It probably is best to be as open as possible. Kyle has turned slightly away and I hear him starting a conversation with his dad.

Steeling myself, I pause just one moment longer. "I just got a message from someone-else. A friend of ours -- Trevor. I thought he was normal but he's talking to me somehow," I shake my head, still not understanding it. How did he do that? "He ... He wants to help."

[StormWolfstone]

~Valenti~

Hearing my sons voice on the other end, I sigh. "Hey dad. It's me. Kyle."

"What do you need son?" I asked, simply. I figured it would probably be something for some sort of activity he wanted to do.

Instead, he came back and asked me, "Are you going to be getting home soon?"

"Not that I'm planning, Kyle. Go into my room on the dresser and get twenty out of the jar, order pizza or something. I won't be back home until late." I informed him, not planning on leaving my prisoner anytime soon. "Now, if there isn't anything else, I'm in Lee County interrogating a prisoner for Sheriff Whiter." I could tell my signal was fading as I was speaking so I wasn't certain just how much my son had heard. I'd come up with a lie. One that would sound good and one that if Whiter recieved a call, he would attest to it himself.

[Dominicana]

Maria

*Maria. If he's drugged, he might be unconcious. Do you think you could dreamwalk Michael with the picture Liz drew?*

Before I have a chance to answer back, Max said something about Trevor.

I knew it. I shoot Max a look. Not the right time for it but still.

*Yea Max, you know i'll do it.*

"Um do you think by any chance I can see that drawing?" I ask.

[StormWolfstone]

~Isabel~

Tess asks aloud shortly after some of the information is given, “So what now?”

The boy, Kyle, says something about calling 'him' and I can't help but wonder who. However, at the moment my concern is about the fact that my family members, including Michael, aren't completely safe. I'm not complete certain what to think with everything we're learning. I only know that Michael is being harmed and I want it to stop. Out of all of my family members, I have always had the hardest time controlling the urge to center my will alone.

Liz asks Max who Kyle's calling and I simply wait to see if an answer is given. However, my cousin's voice comes to me telepathically, *Isabel…we should try the scrying again…maybe with the three of us…Max seems to be able to get through to Michael, maybe you and I can use that to locate him as well…?*

I nod toward her, standing up and moving toward the door. I could do this differently, but they didn't need to know everything we are capable of. "I'll be right back, I need to get a couple of things." With that said, I exit the room and concentrate on my new room before feeling myself displaced and reformed within my room. Walking to my dresser, I remove my scrying crystal and the mirror I'd often used. Holding both in my hands, I again reverse the process and was stepping back into Cam's living room in time to hear Max say something.

"I just got a message from someone-else. A friend of ours -- Trevor. I thought he was normal but he's talking to me somehow," he shakes his head, looking confused. "He ... He wants to help."

Maria asks to see the drawing and with a flick of my wrist, I send it toward her, letting it hover in front of her.

"Well, if he's a friend of yours and wants to help, might as well have him join us. We never expected to have anyone other then ourselves, but I guess we'll get used to working with others." I sighed, thinking that I probably didn't say that right.

"What my fair cousin, Iz means to say is, she likes to be the lone wolf and we've been trying to get her past that for years." Adam interjected and I turned to glare at him. "You know it's true, Izzy." He said and shrugged.

Rolling my eyes I return to my seat and place both crystal and mirror on the table in front of me. "How many of you have these gifts? I wish to attempt a scrying, but I'm thinking that perhaps connecting as Liz and Max did earlier would help."

Shaking my head, I decided to say something else, "Serena, Cameron, Liz. Please, sit near me and focus your thoughts on Michael. Adam, I need you to work on the circle of protection about all of us. Max, can you and anyone else in your group that is good at maintaining their focus also join us?"

[isabelle]

*Kyle*

"Now, if there isn't anything else, I'm in Lee County interrogating a prisoner for Sheriff Wh--." my father explains, his voice fading out on the last word. No matter. I know who he's talking about. Sheriff Whiter.

"Dad?" I ask, hoping to get anything I can from our connection. "Dad are you there?"

It's pointless. The connection is dropped. 'interogating a prisoner' didn't sound like good news. What if it's Michael? Unfortunately, there isn't any way to know where he really is. Maybe the sheriff that Michael is seeing is Whiter, although if he's with my dad, that doesn't change much.

Frowning, I stare at the phone for a second. The connection did die, afterall. I have a good excuse for trying to re-establish the call, right? I concentrate for a moment and am able to recall the number for the Lee County Sheriff. "Hello? Can I talk to Sheriff Valenti, please." I ask.

"Sheriff Whiter isn't in his office right now," the desk officer tells me. I'm not surprised by that. They wouldn't be interogating a prisoner in his office. "Is this an emergency?"

"No, it's not an emergency," I say. "But I want to talk to Sheriff Valenti. I just lost the signal."

"Sheriff Valenti is in a different district. Let me get you that number," he tells me.

"No. I have the number. He's supposed to be with Whiter this afternoon," I try to explain.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware of that. Let me take a message and I'll page the sheriff ask him to call you back."

With a sigh, I give the officer my name and Maria's cell number although I don't actually expect a call-back at this point, at least, not for some time. I really don't know if I learned something or not. I don't know that Dad is actually in Lee or not. I don't know if he's with a normal prisoner or with Michael. Maybe I should call the station and see if they'd tell me that dad was in Lee.

I turn to ask Maria but I see that she's staring at the drawing that Liz made of Michael. I'm guessing she's doing some dreamwalking, so I simply put the phone in my pocket for now so as to not disturb her. Isabel has gathered the other girls near her and Max is looking somewhat confused.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Max*

I should say something to Trevor, I'm sure. Isabel says to let him in, but I'm kinda looking to see what Tess and Alex and Kyle think. From that pointed look I can see Maria's 'I told you so,' although it doesn't actually answer the question of letting him in.

Still, can we afford to turn down anyone who might be able to help? I'm ready to trust these Donovans and I don't know them at all -- I only know they're Michael's friends. I do know Trevor -- sorta. He must be like us, but he's kept a lot of secrets. Although, we have, too...

Isabel comes back, setting up her cousins to participate in some sort of magic and then invites me to help, too.

...good at maintaining their focus... Is that what you would call it? It's just telepathy. It's how Maria and Tess and I have always communicated, from even before we knew how to speak English.

Still, she asked me to join her and Liz is part of this. I can't deny that she helped fortify the connection a few minutes ago. I step forward, tentatively. "What is it you want me to do?" I ask, not even sure where I should sit...

[KatnotKath]

OOC: I appologise, this probably isn't my best, but I promised to try and get something up tonight, and I guess I left it too late, I'm getting rather tired now. Promise I'll work on other posts earlier tomorrow night and before work tomorrow but for now this will have to do.

BIC

~LIz~

His father…’him’… I’m not too certain how this all fits together, but I’m sure we will learn soon enough.

I see Isabel nod, in response to my question I think, and she slips out of the room for a short time.

The conversation of course continues in her absence, but suddenly I notice a strange look pass over Max’s face. It’s also almost as though I feel another presence, although I cannot place where it’s coming from.

I look around, trying to locate this new presence, but I can’t seem to focus on it…it’s almost as though it’s coming from all around…

I crease my brow in concentration, trying again, but as Max speaks again, I think that the puzzle is solved… He thought he was normal… This Trevor wants to help… Sounds like an interesting guy…

Isabel agrees, somewhat reluctantly, to the idea of this new person joining us. Her comment about us generally working alone is true I guess, but more so for herself than any of the rest of us.

Adam looks somewhat amused, adding something to this affect, and I have to note that Isabel looks unimpressed. For a moment I think she’s going to make a retort, but in the end, as Adam insists it’s true, she just rolls her eyes, using my earlier suggestion as a way to change topic.

She’s probably right, we don’t have the time to be wasting on teasing right now… I nod silently as she explains what she wants to do, and I immediately come and sit as requested, taking up a position at the side of Cameron near Isabel.

Max looks a little more uncertain, and as he steps forward, I hold out my hand to him, doing my best to reassure. “Come…sit next to me…I’ll show you…” I tell him softly.

Meanwhile Serena has taken up a position on the other side of Isabel, and Adam is getting ready for his part. We’re almost ready…