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Ryland Van Leeuwenhoek

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a character in “The Bureau of Supernaturals||Reboot”, originally authored by maccotango, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Everyone is burdened with regrets.
It's what makes them who they are."




[ δΈ€ζ–Ήι€šθ‘Œ (One-Way Route) | ych ft. Kanseru ]



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FULL NAME
      Ryland Van Leeuwenhoek

NICKNAME(S)
      Rye or Van tend to be the most common ones.

AGE
      Twenty-seven

GENDER
      Male

ROLE
      The Enforcer

NATIONALITY
      American, but of mixed lineage.


Looking back can be a sign of immense weakness or overwhelming strength.


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HEIGHT
      190cm (around 6'2")

WEIGHT
      90kg (around 198 pounds)

HAIR COLOR
      Naturally brown, with the longest section dyed red.

EYE COLOR
      Gold

SKIN TONE
      Heavily tanned skin, with several small scars.

GENERAL APPEARANCE
      At first glance, Rye's a rather scary looking man with a rugged appearance. Standing just above six feet with a solidly built body, he looks like he could probably take anyone down in a fistfight. This lends him a rather intimidating aura, and dissuades most folks from talking to him. However, he's quick to shoot a friendly smile and hopefully ease the atmosphere. Admittedly though, it's a bit harder to believe he's a friendly guy if you see the ink on his left arm. A dragon, starting at the crook of his neck coiling around the length of his arm, done in a rather minimalistic style in an off-black color. He has no qualms about others seeing it, as he dislikes wearing long sleeves and will often be found in plain black or white shirts paired with worn jeans. He doesn't have much of a fashion sense, but Rye has always preferred simpler styles so it's difficult to say he's ever looked bad.


Still waters lie about its depth. Don't fall into its trap.


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PERSONALITY
xx AMIABLE ✧ EASYGOING ✧ CARELESS ✧ INDECISIVE

      Despite his intimidating appearance, Rye is actually a pretty normal guy. His default expression tends to be a poker face, difficult to read, but don't let that deter you. If you talk to him, he tends to flash a good-natured smile as greeting before asking what's up. While at one point his personality might have matched his image, he claims those days are long past him. While one can't exactly call him outgoing or friendly, he's sociable enough that it's easy to fall into a conversation with him. He's not the type to start a conversation himself, but he usually won't refuse should anyone decide they wanted to talk.

      More than once Rye's been compared to the dependable big brother, at least on an emotional level. While he's rare to talk about himself, many find that it's easy to unburden themselves on him. You can't exactly rely on him further than that, unfortunately. Yes, Ryland is willing to assume responsibilities for his mistakes. The problem is he makes a lot. Certainly not with his job as an Enforcer; he's meticulous with his weaponry and abilities. But if you ask him to run to the grocery and pick up a few things, chances are he'll forget he was supposed to go altogether. He's the kind of person who'll forget their phone in the fridge, or leave the water on in the bathroom. While he's quick to apologize and own up to his faults, this makes him far from the ideal housemate.

      Despite being willing to lend an ear to everyone else, Rye dislikes speaking about his own problems. He has this need to appear unflappable and emotionally invincible to everyone else. When something bothers him, he's good at hiding it behind an easygoing facade. He thinks himself as something of the group's pillar or foundation; a small crack could send everything collapsing. In this sense, he thinks of everyone as his responsibility, whether they like it or not.

      He doesn't have much of a sense for leadership though, despite his excellent sense of responsibility. This is due to the fact he hates making decisions. He simply doesn't have a logical enough frame of mind to make rational choices. He tends to overthink everything, even in his daily life. The simple act of choosing what to eat at a restaurant is a struggle by itself for him, which is why he'll often order the same thing all the time once he finds something he likes. And quite frankly, he hates the idea of being responsible for a failure. Ryland likes the feeling of making the correct decision, but he's a pessimist at heart and will think of the worst possible scenarios before anything else even happens. It's why he's the enforcer rather than any sort of authority. He's good at following orders and making sure they're carried through by the others. Giving them? Not so much.


Familiarity may be comforting, but it's also confining.


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POWER
      Psychometry is commonly defined as the ability to pick up residual information of an object via their senses, usually by touch. People will always leave a psychic imprint on whatever they touch, although the strength of the imprint depends on the frequency and emotions of the person. Not only that, but this residual information fades overtime, so the freshness plays a big factor on just how effective Ryland's power is.

      Most often, folks would use this for information gathering, but the brunette breaks the mould in this aspect. However, should the need arise, he can probably pull through. For example, if Rye were to touch the wall where a murder took place, even if there was no physical evidence, he'd be able to pick up on the emotions of the people inside during the crime, as well as extremely hazy images of what happened. Unfortunately, the retrocognition aspect of his ability isn't well-developed so other than confirming something took place somewhere, it's better to have him stick to the more tangible advantage of his power.

      His most preferred usage of the power? It's commonly known as heightened ability learning or knowledge replication, although the latter term may be a bit of a misnomer. With a touch, Rye is able to gain the proficiency of the previous user of the object and keep that information for himself. Unfortunately, this is often confined to muscle memory and he will only truly learn a skill through repeated practice. For example, you can give him a surgeon's scalpel, and while he'll know how to hold it or how much pressure to apply, it doesn't mean he'll know how to operate on someone. Or let's say a bow of a master archer. Under ideal conditions, he should be able to hit the target with ease using the original owner's perfect form. However, should factors like wind come into effect, he will not know how to account for those things without practice.


People are the most dishonest with themselves.


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LIKES
      FOOD || Especially Asian noodle dishes! It's comforting.
      TIDINESS || Order pleases him, even if he's bad at it himself.
      TATTOOS || He likes admiring the art and reasons behind it.
      HISTORY || The past has always been fascinating for him.
      DISCIPLINE || Appreciated in others!

DISLIKES
      BOATS || Seasickness is just gross.
      DECISIONS || He hates making them. That's all there is to it.
      INSTANT MEALS || That can't be real food. Just no.
      DRUGS || His past speaks volumes about it.
      VIGILANTES || Again, bad memories of his childhood.

STRENGTHS
      COOKING || He's often the one cooking for the team.
      PHYSICAL ACTIVITY || Ryland's just built for it.
      NONJUDGEMENTAL || Just look at him and you'll see why.

WEAKNESSES
      INDECISIVE || Not the best person when it comes to choices.
      FORGETFUL || He needs to write it down to remember.
      LOGICAL THINKING || Math never was his best subject.

FEARS
      ADDICTION || His past job reminds him of the consequences.
      INSANITY || Thinking he might wind up like his father is enough.
      PARALYSIS || He hates the idea of not being able to move.


Making peace with the past is so much more than just forgetting it.


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BIO
      Dominic and Julia Van Leeuwenhoek were probably anyone's idea of an ideal couple. Stupidly in love, steady in employment and gifted with a son that showed a natural athleticism beyond that of other boys. Rye's father was happy to spend time with his son, teaching and honing his natural skills. He himself was a police officer, ready to protect the citizens of Detroit. Maybe a bit too eager, as threats started arriving at his doorstep, the enemies ready to silence him. It didn't take long until an attack was staged at their house and the result? Julia Van Leeuwenhoek was no more.

      Ryland was devastated by the loss of his mother at only eight years of age, but no one was more distraught than his father. The drug cartel that attacked thought they finally broke the detective who was getting too close for comfort. Unfortunately for all sides, all it did was break the line of sanity. Dominic, developing a taste for alcohol and nurturing an obsessive desire for revenge, threw himself into taking justice into his hands. He became a vigilante, willing to kill anyone who he thought was even related to the crime against his wife. Rye became legitimately afraid of his own father, but he couldn't stop him, couldn't convince him. When Dominic found he needed a lookout, someone to watch his back, his own son was his first logical choice, forcing him into the role. The former officer had long since lost any allies he once had over the years.

      It all ended one fateful night, when Dominic had finally cornered one of the largest drug dealers of the city. Rye had been tasked to pour liquid around the warehouse's perimeter, afraid of his father's drunken rampages if he didn't do his job. Then he heard the sound of a gunshot, and then a small explosion; it was enough to start the smoke. The building caught fire so fast; it didn't take long for him to realize that whatever he'd poured, it was flammable. His father intended to die tonight, but bring down his targets with him. By the time the police and firemen came it was too late; Ryland had fled and all that was left of the building were ashes. At the age of 11, Rye was an orphan to a dead criminal.

      Rye lived on the streets for a few months, then wound up picking a fight with the wrong kind of people. But John O'Neil saw beyond the tattered clothes and starved body; he saw a desire to survive and a willingness to fight. Took him in, raised him as his own son, and in a twist of fate, groomed him to be the bodyguard of one of the city's other drug lords. The used weapons they'd trained him with became Rye's source of strength; his abilities with psychometry grew. He learnt to feel out suspicious activity, gain knowledge with a touch, even became scarily proficient at any new weapon he touched as long as someone with decent ability used it before.

      But much like his father's reign, it came to an end when he was tasked with a more menial job; take care of a pusher gone rogue. When he found him, it made him sick. The gangly teenager was only fifteen to Rye's nineteen, but his body was already at the brink of destruction. Addiction had rotted away at him, physically and mentally, all left was a husk wanting more, desperation forcing him to almost insanity . All Rye could see was his own father. He didn't even hesitate as he grabbed the teenager forcefully and drove him away from the city. Days of riding until Rye finally felt he was out of O'Neil's reach, and then dropped the boy off at the nearest rehab center for his troubles. All that was left was to figure out what to do. He knew getting cash was safe; he learnt from the best on how to make and keep it after all. All that was left was figuring out where to go.

      The brunette wasn't sure so he wound up doing odd jobs almost everywhere from Brazil to the Philippines. It's been years since he last visited his parents' graves but honestly, he finally felt free. His feet landed him in Japan, to a cobblestone courtyard straight out of the storybooks his mother read to him as a child. There he met others like him, whose powers went beyond a human's normal scope of talents. He was given another job but this time, it was one he took willingly. But is that all there is to it?

FACECLAIM
      Ookurikara from Touken Ranbu

ROLEPLAYED BY
      maccotango



CREDIT
      Base Form by|| Alliqua_Dark -Do not use without permission.(Inspired by others I've seen)

So begins...

Ryland Van Leeuwenhoek's Story

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Character Portrait: Ibuki Yamada Character Portrait: Ouo Nogi Character Portrait: Sho Kurosawa Character Portrait: Mina Yoshino Character Portrait: Yukio Kawasaki Character Portrait: Ryland Van Leeuwenhoek Character Portrait: Marin Liulfr Character Portrait: Weifeng Character Portrait: Zeke Morimoto Character Portrait: Rena Fuuko
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Location||Townhouse
Time of day||Early morning





It had been a long few days, everyone was getting along fine she supposed. It had been months since anyone had come to request assistance. Everyone was getting a bit stir crazy, from what Sen could tell anyway. Standing slowly from her hunched over position on her bed and setting her game system aside, Sen began silently striding across the cold wood floor. Sen shut her eyes, the house was totally silent. Her eyes opened and fluttered over to the clock on her dresser. In blaring red numbering it said "4:07 AM" a sigh escaped her lips. She wondered briefly who would even be up at this time of day? Probably no one just yet. Her delicate hand turned the knob slowly and as she left she shut the door behind her without a sound. Sen didn't want to cause a fuss or wake anyone up. Heading down the spiral staircase passing the photos that lined the upper hallway, pictures of a child Sen with her father. Also photos of all her teammates together laughing last summer. A faint smile lit up her face thinking of the bonds she had already forged in such a short time. It was almost illogical, that such different souls made such tightly knit relationships over the course of a year. Although she reasoned that they all sort of understood what each other went through to get here. Also the two clients they had helped might've helped with the whole, "making friends" part.

Hopping down the last couple steps with ease Sen made her way into the small kitchen. Pulling out a small brass kettle and fetching some herbs out of the small cabinet above the stove. Humming a soft little lullaby she remembered from childhood, she tossed some of the herbs in cinnamon and tucked them carefully into a small steeper for tea. Boiling some water she set the pot down and smiled, she could faintly smell Mr Giuseppe's cigars. Brewing this kind of tea always reminded her of her father. She glanced over her shoulder, the edges of her vision frayed purple. It meant her mind was changing reality. There he was, her father sitting at the tiny table, sipping tea and reading the paper. His mouth poised in a soft smile. Sen finished the tea and poured herself a cup full, leaving the kettle on the stove to keep warm. Sitting across from her fatherly illusion she sipped her tea smiling.

"Ibby, how did you sleep?" The visage asked her warmly, not looking up. For the life of her Sen could never remember his eyes.
"You know I didn't at all." She replied keeping her red eyes fixed on the slight muscle twitches in his hand. Sen loved whenever she called this memory out into reality, although she knew in her heart it was childish to do this every morning. To allow such delusion to smother her mind, it was foolish but she allowed herself this one guilty pleasure. Sen knew that she would have to repress all her thought once the others awoke and joined her. Rising slowly she went to the stove and began cooking breakfast as the illusion behind her smiled up at her before vanishing. He only was present for a moment, but it comforted her for the day beyond her.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ibuki Yamada Character Portrait: Ouo Nogi Character Portrait: Sho Kurosawa Character Portrait: Mina Yoshino Character Portrait: Ryland Van Leeuwenhoek Character Portrait: Marin Liulfr Character Portrait: Rena Fuuko
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Location: The Townhouse, underground
Time: Early morning


Vital signs are fair. Brain activity remains constant. Electrogenesis?

Marin took the scalpel's handle and tapped on the strange organ before glancing the electrometer. Though primitive, she decided that it would be a solid measure for the currently unstable man and hooking up the two cables wouldn't cause any permanent damage (well more than he'd already sustained). It read at fairly low levels in the beginning (hovering far below the baseline), but following her tap it jumped to record highs. It's voltage spiked; however, the amperes remained low.

Further observation is required, preferably in salt water.

Gesturing for the other surgeons to follow her lead in stitching her patient closed. They'd brought another eel for her to cure as he'd been badly injured (albeit by her own hand). Normally she'd leave it to the other surgeons but seeing as the bureau wanted her to do less talking and more cell donating she had no choice. She'd glean as much knowledge as possible. Plus, the feeling of the butterfly needle into her arm was riveting.

"He will need five hundred "cc"s of saline solution after the blood transfusion but will otherwise make a full recovery," she replied to the woman in front of her, "of course you could always draw more. Between cleaning bed pans and swapping catheters I'm sure you learned that during your five years of playing doctor."

"I was volunteering in Guatemala, Ms. Liulfr," she replied, jerking the needle out.

"Oh? So you weren't paid to pretend?" she asked innocently.

She smirked as the tiny hole scabbed over and headed to the door as the others wheeled the patient away. Marin removed the lab coat and tossed it one of the "used coats" bins before yawning. The logical thing would have been to sleep, but seeing as the bureau's schedule overruled her own, having a circadian rhythm proved useless. She might as well ask for vacation time. As a medic, neither were possible and if it was, it meant something was wrong. Granted, no one in the bureau had gotten clients for the past few months, but it could have easily meant someone was being sneaky or that there was a rival bureau.

It was an interesting thought, but they would be no match for the original six.

Marin neared the kitchen and idly wondered if Ibuki Sen would be there as she had a tendency to wake early and sleep late (if at all).

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Truthfully, Rye would have rather spent the wee hours of the morning making breakfast for the team. But by the time he'd tumbled down the stairs, Sen had already taken control of the kitchen and quite frankly, the enforcer wasn't a fan of sharing spaces. Too much touching the same thing; his retrocognition may not be the best, but he still hated what he felt was a breach in privacy.

Instead, he'd quietly showed himself out and took the chance to go for an early morning run. The quiet town was only about to awaken, quiet with only the occasional sound of talking or the shuffling of feet to fill the air. He waved in greeting to the like-minded citizens outside with him. It was a stark difference from before, when they actively avoided his presence in the town. And to be fair, Ryland couldn't blame them. First and foremost, he was a foreigner, and even amongst those of the same origin he tended to make uneasy. It was only through his repeated greetings that they slowly started warming up to him. He still needed to learn more Japanese however; there were still times when he couldn't understand most of the newspaper due to all the Kanji.

It was a little before six by the time arrived at the townhouse. He'd done the rest of his workout in some empty park, enjoying the echo of children's laughter as he'd gone through his daily motions. Honestly, with breakfast taken care of, there wasn't much for him to do so he'd been free to take his time going back. The Bureau hadn't had a client in a while and to be frank, he wasn't too bothered by their lack of activity. He enjoyed peaceful days; he hadn't had many of them growing up after all.

Upon opening, the front door to the living room Rye spotted a familiar figure head towards the kitchen and he followed after. "Morning you three." Along with Sen, Sho and Marin had started to idle in the small space. He did feel a sliver of irritation that someone had taken over what he considered one of his safezones, but it wasn't enough to show on his face. "Thanks for taking care of breakfast, Sen. I'll take care of lunch and dinner. I'll just go shower for now." The tall figure gave them a brief nod, and then headed back upstairs, quickly turning on the light to the shared bathroom on his way back to his room to get his towel and a change of clothes. Looks like they were in for another regular day.

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Location||Townhouse
Time of day||Morning

The bright morning was a rather eye sore to Rena who had like always been drinking the night before. She groggily roamed around her own place before finally getting dressed and ready to go see her little students. She stared at herself in her heart shaped pink leather mirror, slightly admiring her form but also looking at the face of someone she had grown tired of seeing.
"It's too early to think about painful things.. She sighed and gradually turned her back on the haunting reflection. Rena shook her head clearing it of negativity as she quickly burst out the door.

After a not too long trip Rena ended up at the familiar Townhouse and threw open the door suddenly, entering it loudly. "Good morning my younglings!!!~" Rena chimed giggling. She strolled around the kitchen greeting everyone by invading their personal space as always. "Oh Sho! You must let me style your hair!" She said as she passed him by, running her nails through a long piece of his hair. "Aww...And where is my Ryland and his gorgeous body structure? She paused for a moment looking around disappointedly.
She finally ended up right behind Ibuki, giving her a hug., with Her rather large breasts squeezing the tiny form. "And just how are my little ones this shining day!?"Rena exclaimed excitedly searching the room for an answer.

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Character Portrait: Sho Kurosawa Character Portrait: Mina Yoshino Character Portrait: Yukio Kawasaki Character Portrait: Ryland Van Leeuwenhoek Character Portrait: Marin Liulfr Character Portrait: Weifeng Character Portrait: Zeke Morimoto Character Portrait: Rena Fuuko
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Location||Townhouse
Time of day||Mid-morning





"Morning Sen, I feel good today. I just have this feeling a client will walk through those doors today."

A voice had snapped her out of her momentary trance. Her eyes widened and she tensed up her eyes flying upwards to see Sho. She sighed, a faint smile turned at her lips and she closed her eyes as she calmed down.

"You startled me." She mentioned softly. Before patting his head and walking towards the exit of the kitchen. She knew that Sho was aware that she was not upset, the farthest from it. In fact she quite enjoyed his affectionate tendencies. It made her feel important. However she was interrupted by the most boisterous of persons in their band. Rena. Sen considered fleeing but alas, it was too late. The mature woman had already swaddled her in a tight hug, her enormous breasts shaping around her. Sen didn't fight it and placed a small hand lightly on the woman's arm. She was very used to Rena's affections. Sen knew about pieces of Rena's past, Mr. Giuseppe knew more but he had never told her and she didn't dare ask Rena. After all she was the most broken of any of us. Even if only Sen and Rena knew this.

"I'm fine. Pardon me Rena." Sen ducked out of Rena's hug and exited the kitchen with a few parting words to Rena. She swiftly made her way, passing miss Liulfr, Sen nodded to her and began leaving to the living room. Just as she suspected the air was full of the scent of sweet cigars. I knew he wasn't dead. Sen smiled brighter than she had in months. Luckily, no one was around to see it. This could only mean one thing. Sen's eyes shot over to the door just as she saw a figure approaching the townhouse thru the small window in the door. Sen said a quiet thanks to her father for bringing a job. This is what everyone needed. Hurrying over Sen opened the door and saw the nervous woman. She was dressed in plain clothing, her hair tied attractively back. She wasn't too old either. She looked like she had been crying. She looked up and took notice of Sen.

"I-is this the Bureau?" Sen nodded. "I n-need your help." Sen went out to her and took her hand, leading her in to sit on the couches in the little living area. The woman said a quiet thanks and quickly explained her troubles. "M-my little brother was kidnapped. I don't know why but he's been gone for three days now and. . . I got this note. It has ransom information. They said they'd k-ki-" The woman began crying again. Sen handed her a tissue.

"I understand. Let me guess, you don't have enough to pay the ransom?" The woman nodded lost in her thoughts. Sen smiled and took her hand.

"We'll get your brother back." Sen got her information and headed into the kitchen and poured tea into a thermos for the woman. Walking back to her she assured the lady they'd get him. Helping her on her way Sen told her they'd call her when they had him. Sen went back in and sat down. She'd tell everyone later. No need to start a fuss. Yet.

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Location: The Townhouse, kitchen
Time: Early morning


Oh? It seemed as though something interesting was about to happen. Marin, in her deliberate ignorance of the others in the room grabbed a packet of instant coffee and a mug before pouring the remainder of the kettle's water into her designated mug. It was a plain, old thing, being white with a picture of a happy face on its front and a hole in the handle to hold a stirring spoon. She wasn't all that picky regarding design so she just went with the most functional of the Bureau's kitchen supply. Swirling the spoon a few times, Marin tapped the spoon against the rim of the cup a few times before slipping it back in its hole and taking a long sip. She loved the taste of cheap coffee almost as much as teasing others.

Sho entered soon after her, ignoring Marin in favor of greeting their resident mentifry (or "Mentifairy" as the white-haired woman enjoyed calling her) and Rena followed in order to greet everyone.

"Oh it has been nothing but bright skies and late nights!" she exclaimed as she set her cup on the counter, "can't you tell by Sen's lack of sleep and Rye's obvious annoyance?"

She shot a glance toward Ryland, noting his desire to take over lunch and dinner before turning her attention to Sen who avoided the orange-head's advances and headed into another room. She was never one for physical affection so that put her at odds with the moderator. It was half the reason that she enjoyed the moderator's presence, even if her power was rather dangerous.

"So tell me then Ryland, what were your plans for today?" she asked, "I've been thinking of experimenting with some new...recipes but it seems that a new mission's come into existence."

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Sorry if we got a little carried away, but nothing else was happening in the roleplay, so...

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Mina didn't even try to reject Feng's puppy face, already aware she wouldn't be able to. "Sure. If you want to try it that bad I'd feel horrible saying no." Mina said with a smile, making sure her pockets were zipped shut so nothing would fall out in midair. "You just have to promise not to drop me to my death. If that happened I'm pretty sure the team would never let you into the Bureau." That and I wouldn't even be there to introduce you... Rolling up her sleeves and quickly tying her hair up, Mina tried not to be too awkward as she wrapped her arms tightly around Weifeng's neck. Right now, it's a good thing I don't have a fear of heights.

"I promise I won't drop you. You can trust me, right?" Feng flashed her million dollar smile full of warmth and security. She stood surprisingly pround and tall as Mina walked over and wrapped her arms around Feng's neck. "Now, it's going to feel kinda weird... It's going to feel like air is pushing at you from every side, keeping you up. Which is, really, what's happening and how I fly. It's gonna be difficult for me to keep my balance, so if we spin around a few times, don't worry. I'll tell you if I think we're gonna crash." That joke may have been slightly inapproriate, but Feng's sense of humor was... unique. She was surprised that Mina could even put up with her sometimes. "Alrighty.." Feng wrapped her arms around Mina, putting her hands on the small of the girl's back. "Up up and away!" The two rose upwards ever so slightly, but they began to pick up speed. The two zoomed by the top of the fir tree, rising and rising until they were multiple hundreds of feet in the air. Feng stopped so they were just levitating. She looked at her green haired friend, a smirk on her face. "How you doing, sweetcheeks?"

Nodding to show she understood, Mina took a deep breath and flinched slightly at the feeling of the air, observing as they started floating up off the ground. As the two picked up sp eed, Mina began to understand why Feng loved flying so much. "This is cooler than anything my powers can do." Watching the trees pass so quickly was almost theraputic for Mina, though any other person probably would've felt the need to vomit, and the gentle warmth of both Feng's body and the air surrounding them was comforting. "We should do this more often!" As they came to a stop, Mina moved her head from the crook of Feng's neck so she could see the girl's face. She let out a laigh at Feng's words. "Well, I've never heard you call me Sweet Cheeks before. And I'm great, actually, this is way more fun than I thought it would be."

"Aww cmon, don't be so hard on yourself. Your powers are sweet in their own ways. And I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself." The two dropped a few feet as Feng let herself lie back with Mina resting on top of her. Grinning, she jokingly kicked her legs, as if she was swimming lazily on her back. "Hmm... Hey, would you mind if I tried something?" She asked, trying to stop herself from revealing her mischevious smile.

Knowing Feng, Mina was suspicious about what the girl wanted to try out, though she couldn't help but be curious about it. Mina carefully rested her chin on Weifeng's collarbone and smiled lightly. Sure, go ahead~" Mina ignored the voice in the back of her head that kept saying Feng couldn't be trusted, neglecting to believe what her mind told her.

Feng jolted forwards, setting the two of them into an upright position once more. "Alright! This is going to be awesome. Just... Don't freak out, ok? I promise I won't drop you." Taking a deep breath, Feng reached around behind her, grabbing Mina's wrists. She pulled them from her neck, unwrapping Mina's arms. She placed her hand flat on Mina's upper stomach and pushed her away slowly. The gap between them increased, until they were a few feet apart. Both of them were floating midair, Feng's facial expression tense with consentration. Her hands flexed, spreading her fingers and clenching them into fists, as she let out a deep breath that was fallowed with a rather nervous laugh. "It... worked. I've tried it with objects but never another person..." A wide, happy grin spread across her face. "Hell yeah!" Feng pumped her first upwards, doing a couple of 360s in the air. She quickly flew towards Mina, who was still floating in place. Giggling, she spun around the girl before flipping backwards and flying under her, stopping only when they were at eye level once more.

A slight wave of panic washed over Mina as Feng pushed her slowly away, but it faded just as quickly as it had surfaced. Mina was impressed at how Feng was able to completely levitate another person, taking note of how much concentration it must take, her suspicions confirmed by the focused look on Feng's face. Soon enough, Mina wasn't even holding onto Feng anymore, completely suspended in the air. Mina smiled as Feng laughed nervously. "You've never done this with another person before? That's really impressive..." Mina couldn't help but smile at her friend's excitement and even let out a laugh as Feng twirled and flew around her. It was times like these when Mina truly appreciated having Feng as a part of her family, whether the girl was officially in the Bureau or not.

When Feng saw Mina smile, she felt her heart flutter. Mina said what she did was impressive! Feng grinned and did a small twirl of joy in place, but when she turned around, Mina was... gone. Her stomach dropped. Feng looked down and saw Mina plumeting downwards. "Mina!" Feng screamed as she arched upwards before diving downward. She kept her arms pinned to her sides as she dropped like a stone. The sounds of the wind whistled in her ears as she darted past her green haired... friend, curved upwards, and flew towards her. Once she reached Mina, she wrapped her arms around her middle tightly, her face pressed into her chest. Her breathing was coming out in heavy pants; it was almost as if she was more rattled than Mina. "Fuck, Mina.. I'm s-sorry..." She lowered Mina down so that they were eye level, but Feng never once loosened her grip. Her hands were practically clutching the girl's hips.

As Mina fell, she forced herself not to panic, trying hard to think of a solution. She knew Feng would catch her but needed to be ready f she didn't. Turning in midair, Mina faced the forest below and spread her body out as far as she could in an attempt to slow her descent. Above her, Feng's voice could be heard, yelling her name. Surely enough, Feng was underneath her in a matter of seconds. Mina breathed a sigh oif relief as her friend hugged her tight, their descent slowing until they were hovering in midair again. It was then that Mina noticed Feng was completely panicked. "Its okay. I'm okay. Its going to take more than a heavy fall to get rid of me, you know." Mina smiled as wide as she could in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Besides, you caught me, didn't you? You'd never let me fall~"

Feng let out an anxious, shaky laugh. She did her best to stop from digging her fingers into the flesh on Mina's hip. Her knuckles were white. "Yeah, I caught you. I sure as hell am glad I did. Who else would be able to put up with me?" Feng cast her a tender smile. The two swayed in the air a bit, almost as if Feng was rocking them back and forth gently. "So. Would you like me to set you down, or would you rather we fly around a little bit more? But this time, I swear I won't let you go."

A bright smile crossed Mina's face and she was grateful that Feng's smile had returned. "Putting up with you is no easy task, but to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way." Mina wrapped her arms tightly around Feng and laughed. "If you swear never to let me go, then I swear to always stay by your side. I don't think either of us would have much fun on our own." Now that she thought about, Mina couldn't bear the idea of being without Feng. "And I guess we can keep flying for now, its not like I have anywhere to be." As if on cue, Mina's cell phone vibrated. Carefully digging it out of her pocket, she found text messages from a teammate talking about a girl whose brother had apparently been kidnapped. Mina typed a reply and turned back to Feng. "Apparently I was wrong..."

Mina's words make Feng's stomach flitter, like it was full of butterflies. "Alright, awesome! There's this cute little pond near-" Feng's words were cut off by the buzzing in Mina's pocket. Feng couldn't help but scowl. She sighed softly, looking down for a moment. "Duty calls, eh? I'll give you a ride back then." Feng hugged Mina to her chest and darted off. In a few minutes, the small town where the Bureau took residence came into view. They dropped altitude slowly until their feet hit solid ground. "I believe this your stop, buttercup." Feng lingered in the hug for a moment before letting go, rather reluctantly.

Mina could tell Feng was disappointed. "Hey Feng, why don't you just come with me? I'm sure Sho wouldn't mind if you came on a missions with us, I mean, its not like you don't anyways. Besides, it'd be comforting to know that you're with me instead of somewhere else, sulking." Mina smirked and held out her hand. "If you come with me then neither of us will have to worry about the other, so whaddaya say?"

Feng bit her bottom lip. She wanted to go in with Mina, but she had already been pressing her luck by appearing during missions. However, this could be her chance to work more closesly with the Bureau. She could just imaging being able to work with Mina every day... Well, it's not like she doesn't see her a lot, but regardless, it was better than how they were now. Feng took Mina's hand with a smile on her face. "Alright, that sounds like a great idea. Lead the way."

With Feng following behind her, Mina made her way into the townhouse where the members resided, noting that most of the team was gathered in the dining room. "So, I hear we have a case? Or was it a prank?"

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