[color=#BALTHAZAR]“Well, then, Mako.”[/color] Balthazar said as he watched the girl, ignoring the others that had entered the room. “Welcome to the Freedom Fighters. I will try as quick as possible to assign a caretaker for you within the next day or so-,” As he spoke, Balthazar quickly teleported back into his room, appearing right in front of the bookcase he had shoved the folder in earlier. Grabbing the dark blue folder, Balthazar teleported back into the room as he grabbed a pen from his jacket pocket. “Name, Mako…” Quickly, Balthazar filled in a few blank spots on the page, jotting down little details that had been missed earlier on by the nurses. “Blood manipulation…” The ink spread across the page smoothly as Balthazar’s cursive handwriting contrasted starkly against the rigid, printed writing that had originally been the only form of writing on the piece of paper. Interesting. To this date we have not been able to find one whom could manipulate blood… Now, what does this entitle? Healing? Blood constructs such as weapons? Balthazar lost himself in his thoughts as he grabbed his little notebook and jotted down ideas as he looked nowhere in particular, his pen quickly scrawling across the small pages with a rapid fury. But a tap on his shoulder brought Balthazar back to earth, as he turned around to look at a nurse standing beside him.
“Sir, she indeed has a white mark- it is in the shape of a very large white rose. Though she is healthy, I fear that her physical capabilities will not be able to sustain long periods of strenuous activity-,” Balthazar cut her off with a wave of his hand and a stern look, the yellow eyes unblinking as they looked down at the nurse with no emotion at all. “In regards to what this girl shall do while at our safehouse and within our organization…I believe that the decision is between…Kira and I. However, yes.” Balthazar turned his head to survey the girl again, his lips pursed and stuck in a grim frown. “It would be dangerous to send her out as she is- especially with her power still an unknown force to all of us. But no matter, I will first find someone to watch over her before deliberating with Kira if she should be placed in missions for the Freedom Fighters.” With that, he shut the folder and teleported again, placing it back in the bookshelf before teleporting into Mako’s room once more. These teleportations took no more than one second, as Balthazar had long since mastered the art of teleportation. The waves of nausea that fell upon him, however, were an inevitable as Balthazar once again appeared in the room, his head spinning a little as he turned towards Kira, his hand instinctively catching the table behind him as a sense of support to combat the tiny wave of discomfort.
Breathing in slowly, Balthazar exhaled before starting once more. “I believe that is fine, Kira? Should we discuss about this in this room or in the office; I also have…comments on what you said earlier to Mako-,” His eyes flickered towards the girl before turning slowly back to Kira. “And I believe you should read this file.” Balthazar placed a tiny notebook on the table, and stood straight, his hand letting go of the table edge. “I believe it would be of high importance if we held a meeting sooner than later; I fear that the upcoming festival would be the perfect time for Ira Shoku to pounce on us as he blinds the public- and us- with fireworks and splendor.” Pulling out a large chocolate bar from his coat, Balthazar slowly opened the wrapped and broke off a piece, placing it in his mouth. The chocolate slowly melted on his tongue, washing away the tiny residue of nausea that was left in Balthazar. “When you have time.” Breaking off another piece, Balthazar cast Mako one last glance before stating, “I will be in my office, Kira. Just notify me when you have the time. Good day.” Immediately, Balthazar teleported out of the relatively small room and back into his dark office, not waiting for a reply at all, as he always did. The dimmed light helped soothe Balthazar’s nerves as he placed the chocolate on his desk, rubbing his forehead with his hand in an attempt to chase the budding headache in his head away. What is this ominous feeling in my heart. Slowly, Balthazar walked over the to the large curtains that covered the windows of his office and pulled them apart, allowing bright rays of sunshine to filter into the room. A perpetual white met Balthazar’s eyes as snow fluttered down from the grey, white sky, a scene that Balthazar and most had seen since the day they were born. Snow. This must be brought to an end.
Balthazar let the curtains fall back to place once more.