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Jakob "Jayce" Freemen

"Hehehe, come on, ask me why I'm up in this tree. Go on. Cause I'm... pffft just hanging around. BAHAHAHA!"

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a character in “The Wicked and Divine”, as played by XShishioX

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Jakob Logan Freemen

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"Jayce"

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19 years young

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Bound Male 1



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Very Dark Brown, Almost Black
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A Mix of Greens and Blues and Greys
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Jayce stands at just about 6 feet, erring on the shorter side of it.
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Jayce is muscled and lean, but not overly skinny or bulky. He weighs roughly 170 lbs.
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He has no tattoos, but he really wants to get one, preferably a sleeve type on his right arm.
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None, he can't stand the idea of one, though he respects the desire to have them, and doesn't mind them on others.
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Jayce has a fair few on his hands from daily life, but the biggest one is on his back. It stretches down his right shoulder all the way to his left hip. He doesn't like to talk about how he got it.


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~Cooking, it soothes him.
~Music, preferably Classical. It might not seem to fit, with how jumpy and bubbly he is, but he loves it.
~Swimming. He's simply drawn to the water, not that many open lakes are safe, but he loves taking a bath instead of showering, simply because he likes the feeling of being submerged.
~Tree Climbing. He loves to hang upside down from trees. No idea why, it's just fun.
~Making horrendous puns. They're his fave.
~Sexual Innuendo. He's such a dirty kid. Oh well. He's sexy and he knows it.


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~Bleeders. Self-explanatory.
~Bitter and spicy things. He can't handle the extreme, non-pleasant flavor. He does, however, respect other's food choices, and won't cook them something according to his tastes.
~Awkward situations. Most often provoked when his "jokes" don't fly.
~Being too serious. Life is so short. Smile more and enjoy yourself, we've only got one run at this thing called life anyway.
~Bullies. Self-explanatory.


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~Cooking. As stated previously, he loves it because it calms him down and makes his mind go pleasantly blank. Not that he doesn't pay attention to what he's cooking, rather, he stops worrying about stuff and just exists.
~Music. Before he headed out alone, Jayce owned a beat-up, old, and very well loved viola. He loved to play it, more than anything. It was his single favorite activity because music brought their whole family together.


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~Bleeders. Self-explanatory.
~The Dark, also self-explanatory.
~Blood. Once more, self-explanatory. Read his back story!


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None, due to the freak accident that earned him his scar, Jayce has no family.


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BOUND. Jayce, though he doesn't know it yet, is bound to Jessica Hailey Collins.

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Jayce's powers are kind of... strange and off-putting. They seem to fit him perfectly, but in the most unwieldy manner. Jayce's primary power is sleep inducement. Simply being near him envelopes you in an aura of gentle warmth that makes you want to sleep. While the strong willed and Actives can resist him for a good long while, normal people, even bleeders, will konk out in a few seconds if he's really turned up the heat. His secondary power is dream manipulation. Jayce can, once he's put you to sleep, change your dream to suit his needs. He can make your dreams horrific nightmares, or beautiful fantasies... if he could control it very well. Though he can change how much sleepiness aura he gives off at any given time, he is not very good at dream manipulation. It requires a modicum of control and raw ability that he currently lacks. After all, the kid's not even a level 20.

Finally, Jayce has one more power, that he doesn't even know about. When his life, or the life of someone he truly cares about is threatened, Jayce displays an amazing ability. This power is only able to be brought out, and controlled, in the presence of extreme emotions. Further, when he displays this ability, his other powers no longer exist. Their draw on Jayce's internal resources is too great to exist in the presence of his other ability and as such, his body unconsciously shuts it off. Jayce can create translucent, silvery blue and grey orbs of power and manipulate them in any way he desires. While this power is limited in its range, they can only go out about thirty feet before they start losing control and individual raw power, it more than makes up for it in versatility and functions. His orbs can interact with anything like a combination hand/multi-tool could, and are responsible for the ranges of its use. As it is now, Jayce can create up to twelve of these orbs; however, controlling all of them at once takes absolute concentration, and requires Jayce to not be moving. As such, Jayce tends to only make about five at a time, unless he is using a particular style. This allows him to focus on running, jumping, and striking with his own body as well as his orbs, forming much more effective combat styles. His orbs are capable of a great many things. Each orb is currently only capable of exerting as much force as Jayce can with one of his own body, however, each or is capable of this. They are capable of being broken into smaller orbs, being shaped into something else, and acting in synchronized movement. They can grab, release, slice, pierce, and smash based on their shape. While the default of the circular orbs is to smash, like a fist, their shape can change their function. For example, a pointed orb could pierce like a spear or a flat orb could slice like a sword. Regardless of shape, all orbs are capable of latching onto whatever they touch.


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Being Hunted: "It only figures, I must admit, my own humility aside, that I am one sexy dude. Who wouldn't want to chase me everywhere." Ducks as book and other assorted heavy things are thrown at him. "Ha! Ya missed! Whoa!" Narrowly dodges a statue of the maitreya buddha and responds by blowing a raspberry and making a silly face.
Arthur Sayco: "It's hard to say, you know? He's got the whole world as we know it in the palm of his hand. I'm not sure how to feel. I could say something mean about him, cause he might be a jerk, but what do I know? Is that really how I feel about him? Or is someone pushing that thought in my head? Further, he's been so good to me. Ever since I... moved in... he's fed me, clothed me, and taken care of me. He's obviously an amazing man. So why? Why does it feel so... cold, around him."
The Bleeders: Pauses for a moment, suddenly reminiscent and somber. "There is no punishment in all the history of pain and suffering that could ever relieve me of my hate for bleeders. Let's not talk about it, it's such a nasty subject. You were saying?" Smiles.
Humans: "Meh, they can just stick to their own devices. If they leave me alone, I've got no reason to go pissing them off. Let's be friends, yeah?"


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Jayce has two modes. There's happy Jayce and somber Jayce. Happy Jayce is naturally bubbly and playful and full of life. He's very spontaneous and runs about five miles a minute in his own head. He's constantly smiling and his wide, childish smile can brighten up the whole room. He's the type to notice if you're upset and do everything in his power to make sure that whatever's bothering you stops immediately and you're back on the way to being happy and smiling again. He's probably got ADD, but no one's ever told him so professionally. He loves to joke and play pranks and have fun all the time. This can be a problem sometimes, as Jayce doesn't like to focus on serious conversation. He finds it much too stifling and boring. He'd much rather go with the flow and avoid the rough patches, rather than plan out how to deal with them, and cross bridges when he gets to them.

Somber Jayce, on the other hand, is more than just a little sad. Somber Jayce doesn't come out often. He only ever surfaces when happy Jayce has been reminded of his family in a physical way. While Jayce always misses the family he loved, he won't ever reveal somber Jayce unless there is a physical, real-world stimulant that forces him to think about it. Somber Jayce is soft-spoken, polite, and nothing at all like happy Jayce. All somber Jayce wants to do is sit by himself and ignore everyone and let the world pass him by until he's ready to deal with it again. Somber Jayce pines for his old viola, and wishes for nothing more than to play it. Somber Jayce can, however, be comforted if he is allowed to hug a girl and cry on her shoulder. It's not something many are ready to do, as happy Jayce is an incorrigible flirt and will probably smack their butt when he resurfaces.


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Jayce was born to a happy family. He grew up almost normally in the post apocalyptic world. He had a loving mother, a loving father, two beautiful little sisters, and a place they could all call their own. Jayce grew up playing music with his parents and siblings. While trolling for scrap, their father had come across a cache of old instruments. A guitar, a viola, a flute, a trumpet, and a panpipe were among the ones in the best condition, so those were the ones the small family got. Jayce immediately bonded with the viola, performing very well for his young age. He'd be something of a prodigy if it weren't for his inability to sit still and learn how to play properly. Instead, Jayce played instinctively, playing what he felt and turning it into rapturous music.

As Jayce grew, he gained a reputation of being a prankster. He would flip over random stuff, take drying clothes down off the lines, as soon as they were dry, only to fold them before placing them back on the dirty ground. People forgave him though, as his bright smile and "sincere" apologies were all the recompense they needed. Yes, everything was going so well for Jayce. Until that day. On a grey, rainy day, Jayce's family was targeted by Bleeders. He was the only one who survived. It started like it always does. Jayce's parents shoved him and his sisters into the cellar and told them to lock the door from the inside. Jayce and his sisters stayed down there for what seemed like hours. Impregnable silence only broken by the sounds of their parents being murdered. Once they were done with Jayce's parents, they searched for Jayce and his sisters. Seconds felt like centuries as the time ticked by. Finally, the bleeders found them. They tore open the door and killed Jayce's little sisters before his very eyes. Presumably, Jayce lost it. He fought as hard as he could, trying to kill the bleeders, but it was no use. They were trained assassins and he was just a boy, only fourteen years old, who had never fought once in his life. During the struggle, Jayce's back was split wide open by an errant slice of a blade, giving him his scar. Just as things were looking grim for Jayce, he was saved. A nameless hero, saved Jayce's life. He swooped in, deflecting the knife that would have ended his life, though the man was regrettably too late to save Jayce's family. He killed the bleeders and protected Jayce. He brought the unconscious Jayce to Mr. Sayco's house, and left him there. Jayce has been there every since.



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Mirrors || Justin Timberlake
Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you baby, it was easy
Comin' back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making two reflections into one
Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me










This is War || 30 Seconds to Mars
I do believe in the light
Raise your hands up to the sky
The fight is done, the war is won
Lift your hands toward the sun
Toward the sun
(It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie)
(The moment to live and the moment to die)
Toward the sun
(It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie)
(The moment to live and the moment to die)
Toward the sun
(The moment to fight, the moment to fight)
(To fight, to fight, to fight)
The war is won




I See the Light|| Tangled OST
And at last I see the light
And it's like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything looks different
Now that I see you
All those days chasing down a daydream
All those years living in a blur
All that time never truly seeing
Things, the way they were



Radioactive Undisclosed Desires

So begins...

Jakob "Jayce" Freemen's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Rose Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Keira Naintly Character Portrait: Sophia Hart Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Kila Striker Character Portrait: Janne Jensen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco Character Portrait: Dante Jones Character Portrait: Joshua Ian Handlers
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Sayco Manor was silent, which was surprising for a large home filled with so many people all the time. The only sound breaking the silence was the soft whispers of Elizabeth as she went over what was to be done for the day with Jenna and her daughter Izabelle. It was very important that everything was set to Mr. Sayco’s standers. Normally he wasn’t a picky man, but today was different. Last night with the help of all the help of all five mentors Nathan had found thirteen, Active. Of course Maxwell’s chloroforming kidnap wasn’t the best idea but it had worked well enough to get all thirteen of them back to the manor and situated in their own rooms.

They weren’t exactly going to be happy when they woke up, but Mr. Sayco knew that they’d be more than happy to stay, but until then, Nathan Handler had locked himself in his room, meditating and concentrating on the force field around the Manor. Mr. Sayco sat in his at the head of the table in the dinning hall, this was a bigger room then his private dining room, it was more modern and where he held most of his dinner parties. He awaited for his guest to arrive, having left a note in each one of their room.


Morning to you all,
I’m sure you’re all wondering what the hell is going on. I can answer all your questions if you join me in the dining hall for breakfast. It would not be wise to run or try and leave. I would greatly enjoy your company.
Yours Truly

Arthur Ford Sayco




He knew they’d be waking any moment now, with Maxwell being one of the ones kidnapping them, they had all probably though he was a Bleeder. Arthur sighed at the thought.

“Mr…Si..Sir” The young assistant chief Robert, stuttered a bit as he tried to speak to the Master of the house.
“Oh never mind Boy.” Christopher’s heavy Scottish accent blurted as the metal swinging doors leading from the kitchen to the dining hall thundered open. “If I let you talk, you’ll never get it out.” He said always seeming to get frustrated with Robert’s stutter. “I’ll he means to tell you is breakfast is ready, whenever those brats…” he paused seeing Mr. Sayco glance to the door way then back to him.

“I didn’t mean you of course Miss Sayco.” He said seeing Arcadya in the door way leaning against the door frame yawning a bit before shrugging. He sighed throwing his towel over his shoulder and making his way back into the kitchen, Christopher wasn’t exactly a people person and maybe that’s why he spent 99% of his time in the kitchen.
Arcadya walked over to where Arthur sat wrapping her arms around his neck giving him a hug, something she had done every morning since she was seven, before sitting in the chair next to him.

“Morning Darling, did you sleep well?” his thick southern accent was warm as he spoke. She simply smiled and nodded in return, before they were interrupted by the familiar bickering of Michael and Breanna.

“I don’t care if were bound, you were still looking at her ass.” Breanna frowned as they entered the dining room, Michael rolled his eyes “She’s not even eighteen, why the hell would I be looking at her ass, you’re crazy you know that.” He retorted though still pulling her chair out for her. Arthur and Arcadya exchanged a small smirk between them oh of course I’m the crazy one.” Breanna finished glancing to the other two at the table, replacing her frown with a smile “Morning, sorry, we just didn’t get much sleep we were out really late rounding everyone up.” She said softly.

“God Damn, Sounds like were going to a fucking funeral, what the hell in wrong with you Sayco.” Maxwell was next to join the group that had started to form, of course more pissed of then usual. “I don’t know why you insist on playing Mozart, this doesn’t make me want to do anything but break your fucking record player.

Arthur gave Maxwell a polite smile “Well if you knew anything about classical music, you’d know this pertiular piece is by Frédéric Chopin, not Motzart.” He informed him calmly.

“Classical, this shit is ancient, I don’t care who it’s by it blows.” He mumbled more to himself this time.

The rest of the Mentors minus Nathan joined the table. Small chatter had started between everyone, Maxwell and Michael were making bets on who they thought would try and run and who would show up. Adya sat bored perusal only able to listen and not to put her own input in, she wonder when Jayce would make an appearance, he was at least nice enough to entertain her with a game of Tic Tack Toe, or something like that while everyone else talked amongst themselves. She leaned on her elbow against the table, wondering about all the other active…wondering it was possible that one of them was…her mate, although she felt a little bit ridiculous thinking about it.

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Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco
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Jayce was sleeping peacefully. His room in the mansion was away from all of the hustle and bustle of the main hallways, it was in the west corner of the mansion on the second floor. It was the best place to watch the sunset from, facilitated by the fantastic window that his bed laid next to. Slowly, the light of the sun managed to work it's way around the mansion, worming its way past the sleeping Jayce's eyelids and forcing them to snap open. Jayce moaned and turned over, only to be woken once more by the growing sunlight. "Fine, I'll get up." Jayce grumbled, his eyes shut tight in a last ditch effort to keep himself asleep; an effort that failed miserably.

Jayce woke as he usually did in the mornings. He yawned loud enough, and wide enough, to put a lion to shame, stretched, and then got up to get dressed. He threw on his usual assortment of clothes, opting for clean ones, as opposed to the ones he'd worn the other day and closed his door softly behind him. Jayce wore his jeans, a plain white t-shirt, his nearly threadbare black hoodie, his worn to death sneakers, and a light grey jacket. Though it was a warm day, Jayce wasn't too hot, he liked to wear his jacket. He'd been through a lot with it. As he walked through the hallways, Jayce noticed that, behind the normally closed doors, people were sleeping. "Huh? Where'd all these people come from?" Jayce thought quietly to himself. Shrugging, and moving on, Jayce was about to enter the main hallway when a glint of light caught his eye. He turned towards the half open door the light was shining through, only to force himself to contain a gasp. "Whoa..." Jayce whispered.

Laying down before him, completely asleep on her bed, was a girl. This wasn't just any girl though, she was blonde, with hair like golden fire in the light of the early sun. She was beautiful. Jayce crept ever so quietly closer, until he was standing in the doorway to get a good look at her. There were no words in Jayce's head, there was no explanation as to why he was drawn to her. All he could hear was a soaring concerto in his brain. "She's so perfect." Jayce thought to himself. He took a careful step forward, attempting to get a closer look, only to turn back as the wooden floor creaked dangerously underneath him. Jayce swore silently to himself, before backing gingerly out of the doorway and back down the hall to the main foyer.

Jayce followed the familiar path down towards the dining room, when he stopped for a moment, puzzled. There were lots of voices in the dining hall, and not the ones Jayce was used to. What had happened last night when he was asleep? As he approached, Jayce heard distinct voices, though some of them he couldn't place. There was Breanna and Michael, Jayce would probably be able to tell it was those two, via their bickering, even if he were dead. Maxwell was there too, complaining about the Chopin piece, though Jayce thought it was lovely. Mr. Sayco was there, and had addressed Ayda. Jayce smiled, little Rae-Rae was one of his best friends at the mansion, even if she was older than him.

Jayce peered into the door, only to be greeted by a raucous, almost party-like breakfast. There were many new faces, and so many people were talking at once, Jayce couldn't understand what was being said. He waved at Michael and Breanna, who smiled back at him, and smirked at Maxwell, making a silly face. "Well this is new." Jayce said aloud, mostly to himself as he walked towards his seat next to Ayda. He recognized all his old teachers and Mr. Sayco, but who was the little girl? And the other adults, who didn't look much older than Jayce? Jayce walked up to Ayda and wrapped his arms around her from behind in an affectionate, big brotherly hug. "Good morning Ayda, sweetie." Jayce said with a smile. "Are you as confused as I am? There's a lot of new people here." Jayce said. "Morning Mr. Sayco." Jayce said, as he took his seat. "What's all this?" Jayce asked, gesturing to... everything.

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Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco
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Beck & Julia Curwin


Julia stared in disbelief at her brother before stalking past the young woman and grabbing the back of Beck’s collar. “What the hell did they drug you with?!” she hissed under her breath, keeping her grip tight before he got any other bright ideas. Even if this was Sayco’s mansion, that didn’t mean crap until they got some answers; like why these people felt the need to kidnap them. Beck grunted, his eyebrows shooting up to his forehead as he was yanked back and his sister hissed in his ears. "Come now Julia, you don't want to make a bad first impression on our hosts, slash, kidnappers, slash, roomies do you?" A small smile came across his lips as he reached up and gently removed Julia's hand from his collar. He gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "Well, go on, you wanted to do the talking didn't you?"

“You just want me to take care of the talking so you can eat.” She stated flatly, posture still tense as she glared at his hand squeezing hers. “Fine. I’ll be nice.” Still not moving towards the table, Julia glanced over their kidnappers/hosts sitting around the table. They appeared to be perfectly comfortable and at ease at their place settings, like they had just stumbled upon them having breakfast. Then again, that is what the note said they were invited too… Eyeing them one at a time further up the table, she had a double take at a girl sitting among them, probably not even older than herself; and close to the girl, at the head of the table, was Mr. Sayco himself. The siblings had never met the man, but she knew his picture from the news articles they stumbled across. “Well I’ll be… Looks like we really are at his place Beck. And we have a company of eight looks like.”

After clueing in her brother, Julia looked at the man behind her current drug induced hangover. “So do we get an explanation for all this, or do we get more surprises to scare the crap out of us. “ Glaring at the man and waiting for a response, her attention sidetracked as more people walked in. Two men just sauntering in just as Beck had without a care in the world. Apparently one at least had been abducted as well, and the other? “I give up. I simply give up.” She stated at everyone’s nonchalance. There obviously really were more of them, and she got the feeling there weren’t going to be any answers until they all arrived. “Beck, if you say I told you so I’ll dress you in plaid for a month.” She warned her brother as she guided him over to a seat at the end of the table. “But what the hell; there’s food.”

Still keeping an eye on everyone, completely confused, Julia gave up and sat next to her brother with her arms crossed.

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Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Aurora Rawley Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco
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Aurora Rawley


The first thing Aurora registered was that she was strangely comfortable. The second thing was that the sun was shining uncomfortably on her eyes. She covered her face with an arm before realizing that she couldn't see the sun where she slept at night. I must have been too tired to make it all the way to my tunnel after... After... Aurora shot up out of bed (Where in the world did this come from?) and winced, gingerly touching her head. Her last few memories came flying back to her. The path behind her favorite restaurant. Someone hiding behind the dumpster and grabbing her. Darkness.

Aurora quickly pushed away the covers and slid off the bed. Forgetting her situation for a moment, she giggled and climbed back up. She was about to slide off the slippery surface again when she remembered. The nearby window was her goal. Aurora opened it and looked down. "Shoot," she muttered. "Of course I couldn't be on the first floor of wherever I am." She still swung one of her legs over, however, before hesitating. How did she know that this was actually a bad thing? It couldn't have been Bleeders who found her, or else she would be dead right now. She straddled the window for a minute, considering. For the first time, Aurora actually took in the surrounding scenery of her room. A note right next to the bed caught her eye. She sighed before bringing her leg back in and retrieving the note.

Morning to you all,
I’m sure you’re all wondering what the hell is going on. I can answer all your questions if you join me in the dining hall for breakfast. It would not be wise to run or try and leave. I would greatly enjoy your company.
Yours Truly
Arthur Ford Sayco


Aurora let the piece of paper fall to the ground. The Arthur Sayco. "Well, at least I know he of all people isn't trying to kill me." She smiled before testing the door out of her room. It easily swung open and Aurora quietly stepped out, cautiously looking around for other people. None were in the immediate vicinity, but she could hear quiet music drifting from at least one floor beneath her. Aurora found a staircase and descended. The further she went, the louder the music, and the stronger the smell of food. Breakfast sounds pretty good right about now. Aurora turned a corner and saw several people standing inside a partially-opened door. That must be the dining room. Did they live here? Or had they also been... Invited? She gave them a tiny smile before stepping into the room. "Is there any chocolate? Or is that not allowed in the morning?"

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Character Portrait: Arthur Sayco Character Portrait: Jayson Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Aniko Garay Character Portrait: Julia Curwin Character Portrait: Beck Adler Curwin Character Portrait: Mentors Character Portrait: Jakob "Jayce" Freemen Character Portrait: Jessica Hailey Collins Character Portrait: Syrus Phrixus Character Portrait: Ayda Sayco
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Jessica stood still for a moment not being able to move a muscle. The silent was prominent and the wind was her only companion, along with the pitch black darkness that seemed to surround her. 'Not again…' was all she could think. She knew that it was just another one of her nightmares, reflecting one of her biggest fears, being left alone with nothing else but the sound of the wind blowing on her ears. She desperately wanted to break free of her nightmare, knowing exactly what would happen next was an unbearable thought, seeing the death of her loved ones all over again.

She was about to let out a cry in her nightmare, wishing that she could avoid the bloody scene, suddenly letting out a plea longing for someone to finally awaken her. But before she did she was suddenly awoken by a particular sound. 'This is new' she thought to herself, she had grown used to seeing the same nightmare over and over almost every single night but she did not recall ever listening to the distant sound of a creaking wooden floor. She shook her head in disbelief finally breaking free from her unbreakable nightmare.

She woke up in a sudden movement which made her head feel hurt. 'Maybe moving too fast is not such a good idea' she thought as she came back to her senses. It was obviously she had been drugged only to be kidnapped, the mere idea of being kidnapped only made her feel sicker. She got up as fast as she could without stumbling down on the bed again before she noticed something that caught her eyes. It was a small note that stood patiently on a table besides the bed waiting for her to open it, she came moved towards the note suspiciously as she opened it carefully.

'Morning to you all,
I’m sure you’re all wondering what the hell is going on. I can answer all your questions if you join me in the dining hall for breakfast. It would not be wise to run or try and leave. I would greatly enjoy your company.
Yours Truly
Arthur Ford Sayco'


’Sayco? the name resonated within her. She had heard the name of course, he was one of the wealthiest and most powerful man but even more importantly he was on their side, or so Jessica believed. She let out a sigh of relieve already having an idea of his plans. Sayco wanted the same thing that her father did, he wanted them to have a better life, a life in which they did not have to fear for their lives, in which they did not have to fear for what they were, gifted, special, different… Actives. Even so she did not appreciate the tone that he left with his, it would not be wise to run or try and leave.
She moved her head which now was clearer than ever, she was no longer hesitant even though under other circumstances she would have been. Instead she was determinate to confirm with her own eyes what exactly was going on. She moved slowly as her head was still suffering side-effects of the drug, even the lighting was too much for her to handle, even so she was finally able to reach the meeting place where she could finally get some clear answers.

As soon as she came closer to the dining hall her head ache in pain as there were a rare mix of noises emanating from the dining room. She couldn't help but feel relieved at the sound of other voices; the idea of being alone with Arthur Sayco was not particularly overjoying. She finally opened the door carefully only to see others already seated looking just as confused, another girl simply stared at the floor which made Jess wonder if they had done something to her or if she was just simply scared.

It was then when her glance stopped at the sight of a boy, however he was not just a boy he was simply the most amazing boy that Jess had even laid eyes upon. She had tried to keep her cool before her eyes meet his but it was useless, it was like she was hypnotized by his beautiful eyes that had a beautiful mix with blue and green, 'perfection' was all she could think. Soon after she cursed at her own self for being too blunt and simply sat close enough to the boy to steal a glance of his beautiful eyes every now and then, praying that he would not notice her obvious interest. She scolded herself quietly returning to her serious expression as she now stared at the puppeteer of this entire dramatic event. Noticing now the background music, a piece by Frédéric Chopin one of her mother’s favorite.

She wished to hear an explanation, not only for obvious reasons but to keep her distracted from starring too much to the boy who seemed to be way too friendly with the quiet girl. It was obvious that he had not being kidnapped instead by seeing how comfortable he was she could bet that he even lived there, even so he also seemed somewhat confused.

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Dante woke slowly, as he always did, the sun streaming from the window landing it's rays across his eyes, and interrupting his sleep. Not that it mattered to him all that much. He hadn't had a peaceful night of sleep since he was ten. Which was twelve years ago. Usually he held off sleep for as long as humanly possible before finally passing out and letting Kila take over, as neither of them really liked to sleep. It was strange that he have such a deep and dreamless sleep as the one he was awaking from now.

Slowly Dante's eyes blinked open, and he rubbed them, turning his head on his pillow slightly to face the window and rolling his body in the bed to match.

Wait. Pillow? Bed?

Suddenely on high-alert at the discovery of something unknown, Dante sat up straight, all sleepiness forgotten. Frantically, he looked around the elaborate room and stood, pacing it, trying to find something familiar about it's features, and, if not, at the very least, remember how he'd gotten there.

However, no matter how hard he tried he just could not come up with anything, and panic began to set in. He hadn't had a black out since he was seventeen, hopelessly hooked on any drug that he could get his hands on. Back then, black outs were a regular thing for him, and he was used to waking up in the morning having no idea where the hell he was.

But not anymore. Those days were behind him, thanks to Kila, and she would never let him have another one again.

Suddenly, Dante realized something.

Where was Kila?

He was just about to rush to the door and tear the whole house down looking for her, when a bright flash of white caught his attention and he turned to spot a piece of paper on his bedside table, flapping ever so slightly in the fresh breeze coming from his just-barely-cracked window.

Forcing himself to relax and think rationally, something Kila, his traveling companion never did, Dante crossed to the table, picke up the paper, and made his way over to stand in front of the window. Using his telekinesis, seeing as, he was probably captured by the Bleeders and they already knew about what he was, he threw his window all the way open, letting the fresh air hit him and fill his lungs, allowing him to think his way through his situation.

Nervously, Dante unfolded the letter, half expecting to see his father's name, David Harold, scrawled across the bottom. It was the only logical explanation he could come up with, as his father was a rich man. The only detail of the kidnapping that didn't match up was that he was still alive.

Morning to you all,
I’m sure you’re all wondering what the hell is going on. I can answer all your questions if you join me in the dining hall for breakfast. It would not be wise to run or try and leave. I would greatly enjoy your company.
Yours Truly
Arthur Ford Sayco


Dante took note of the repeated use of the word all throughout the letter, meaning that there was more than one victim to this kidnapping. Had Kila been part of it? Why couldn't he remember being kidnapped? Why couldn't he remember the last twenty-four hours at all? The last thing he remembered was eating a weak meal of roasted squirrel and stolen apples with Kila, and then his memory went blank.

Dante had heard of Aurthor Sayco, and he didn't hate the man. When it came to the Actives, pretty much they either loved him or they hated him, but Dante was one of those rare inbetween types. He didn't particularly care for the man, as he thought his privileged life unfair, and he wasn't sure he was trustworthy, but he didn't hate him or think him a coward like Kila did.

Deciding to find out what was going on, Dante placed the letter back in it's spot, grabbed his leather jacket, slipping it over his black tee from the night before, and went out into the hall.

In the hall, he wandered a bit, taking in the building, awing at it's size, but also noting possible escape routes and hiding places. He wanted a plan in place before he met this Sayco character.

Finally, when he was ready, he made his way to the dining hall, where there were other people around his age trickling in, and, he could tell just from a glance they they were all Active, they were all kidnapped, and they were all just as confused as he was.

Various members of the group were making statements about the kidnapping, but Dante just took a seat, and took in the face of each person in the room, reading them, sizing them up, but also looking for Kila. She had to be here. He could feel it. Somehow, he would just know if she was truly gone. She just hadn't arrived yet.

After examining every face slowly, Dante's eyes finally made their way to the head of the table where he found a girl, probably around Kila's age, with raven hair and a very pretty face, sitting next to Arthur Sayco himself. If it weren't for the need to see his host, Dante would not have taken his eyes of the girl, but he had to know who it was that had dared to kidnap him in the middle of the night. He wouldn't even think about touching any food until he'd had a chance to get a good read on the man serving it.

"What the hell is going on?" He said suddenly, eyes on Sayco. "And also, I'm going to have to apologize ahead of time for my friend..." He said, turning towards the door as he heard a loud swear just outside. That had to be Kila. Any moment now, she'd barge in, unleashing a whirlwind of anger on this generally (surprisingly) calm group of individuals. "You'll know which one she is." He said with a sarcastic smirk as he leaned back in his chair.





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Kila woke the same way she did everything-- All at once.

It was like, one moment, the world was either black, or filled with nightmare, the next, it was filled with color and reality. There was never any sleepy, groggy, inbetween stage for her. Just sudden clarity. She supposed that may be a side effect of her gift. Having the ability to create illusion tended to warp reality for her a little. It was like sometimes, things were too clear and too real, like she was too sensitive to every little sight or sound around her, and other times, she had troubles picking out the real from the imaginary.

Dante told her she was insane all the time. Of course, he was only joking, but he had never really known that he was actually half right. If someone else were to see inside her mind for just one day, they would see that there was something certifiably off about Mickayla Isabelle Striker.

Another thing about when she woke, was that, it was never gracefully.

She always gasped or screamed awake as though she'd been underwater too long and come up for a breath of air, or she was waking from a terrible nightmare, which, half the time, she was.

Kila never really slept anymore. Not since she'd been forced to live on high-alert. Her resting could hardly even be called sleep. It was more like she had her eyes closed, her body was sleeping, but her mind and a small part of her consciousness were still awake as ever, allowing for the drop of a pin to wake her.

So when the little blond hairs on her arm rustled slightly, Kila woke with a sputtering gasp and rolled out of the bed she was in, in a tangle of sheets and limbs, slapping her palms and knees down hard against a solid wooden floor.

Kneeling there, Kila coughed viciously for a moment before she got a handle on her surroundings and the sharp clarity of the world around her blurred just enough for her to focus on where was and what was going on.

Which were two very good questions. What the fuck had happened last night?

Instantly, she took in her lavish surroundings and jumped to her feet. "Holy shit." She whispered to herself as she glanced around the room, remembering the night before and fingering a large, rather fresh bruise on her upper arm. She'd been eating with Dante when some assholes had attacked them.

Well not really attacked. More like snuck up on them. They'd slapped something over her mouth and nose, but Kila held her breath, watching as Dante went limp across from her. She'd fought viciously, and had even kicked her attacker in the nose, causing it too bleed, and landed a punch on the stanger's eye, but they managed to get her all the same and whatever was on the cloth they'd slapped over her mouth had knocked her out cold. The memory was clear as crystal in her mind, and it instantly caused panic.

She knew of no one in this world that would want her alive. (Besides Dante of course.) She couldn't even begin to count the number of people who would have wanted her dead, but alive? Not a single name came to mind. Suddenly, anger rose up in her and she whirled about the room, looking for her things, and finding her bag next to the bed with a note sitting on top of it.

Her eyes skimmed through it frantically, searching for answers, but it was only some generic invitation to the dining room.

Deciding it was her best bet to get herself some answers, find Dante, and maybe kick some ass before breaking out of her lavish prison, Kila grabbed her bag and left the room, tossing the bundle on the ground just outside it so she could grab it quickly as she made a mad dash for the nearest exit.

Angrily, Kila stormed down the hallway. Nobody got the better of her, and nobody separated her from Dante. As she walked briskly, she made note of windows, doors and exits, until she spotted a room just down the hall that people seemed to be gravitating towards and guessed that this was the one she was looking for.

In her haste to get to the room and rip into the asshole who'd brought her here, Kila's vision failed to alert her of the maid headed straight towards her, and Kila all but crushed the poor girl, causing the dishes and tray she was carrying to fly everywhere with a loud crash. "Fuck." Kila cursed loudly before moving on.

Without hesitation, she threw the doors of the dining hall wide and looked around at everyone inside. They all looked just as confused as her, but all seemed calm. Even Dante was there, casually sitting in a chair, eyes on her with interest.

"Would somebody care to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on before I kick somebody's ass?!" She spoke angrily, eyes on Arthur Sayco, ignoring all the Actives in the room, and refusing to take a seat. She wasn't particularly concerned about the others. It was Arthur she was worried about. He was the one who was 40-something years-old, and, as such, had to have some killer abilities. Even mind readers, empaths, or memory readers didn't bother her, as Actives with mind powers couldn't touch her. She was a blank slate to them, one of the nicer side effects of her gifts.

Kila's eyes dropped to Dante's. "Dante." She hissed at him. "Care to tell me why the hell you're just sitting there. This man is known for dealing with Bleeder's you moron, why do you think they don't touch him? Get the hell up. Vacation's over. We're leaving now."

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The warped world of Keira’s nightmares slowly solidified into darkness and then, into consciousness. With a thunderous head ache and a pair of sore, swollen eyes the young girl came to. She awoke from violent dreams that were no more than shards of memory.

Keira bolted from her lying position and after a moments pause, vomited over the edge of the bed. Once her throat had finished burning and her stomach had emptied she propped herself up on her elbow and stared down at the mess. She looked past the bile to the nice flooring and struggled to comprehend everything that had happened to her in the last 48 hours. Her brain throbbed, her eyes swelled and watered in the daylight and her heart hung heavily in her chest.

Jacob was gone. 48 hours ago her life had been as close to perfect as an Active could expect and not a minute had passed before it was gone. All gone or at least most of it. Keira looked down at her body before looking up at the ceiling quickly with tears in her eyes. She wiped them hastily and sat up properly, the last thing she remembered was running.

She had been running for her life and the Bleeders were hot on her trail like a pack of hungry wolves. She remembered stumbling her way through old turf, buildings and neighbourhoods that had been left untouched from the war, just foundation shells and rubble, she remembered hearing them calling out to her, hearing their heavy footsteps…someone grabbed her, a cloth went over her mouth…


Keira held her head in her hands and rubbed vigorously in an attempt to wipe away the drowsiness she was experiencing from whatever drug had been forced upon her. She couldn’t remember anything else. What happened back at the house dominated her memory, everything led back to that moment. The moment she lost the only person she had left in the world.

A male scream sent Keira staggering to her feet. Her eyes darted around the room she was in, it was a bedroom, luxury sprang to mind as she surveyed the fine bed and utilities; she had no idea where she’d been dropped off. Bile threatened to rise in her throat once again but she swallowed it down as best she could. This could be the situation she had been dreading for a long time. Someone had found her and if she wasn’t dead already, there was no doubt in her mind that she was here to be used. More focused now on the severity of the situation Keira noticed the note left on a desk, she snatched it up and read carefully.

Morning to you all,
I’m sure you’re all wondering what the hell is going on. I can answer all your questions if you join me in the dining hall for breakfast. It would not be wise to run or try and leave. I would greatly enjoy your company.
Yours Truly
Arthur Ford Sayco



Her first initial thought was there were others. “All” meant there were probably others, like her, who had also woken up and found themselves in this situation. Arthur Sayco was the next thing she registered, the name sounded familiar and after a moments thought jogged a memory of Jacob mentioning him. He was an Active that had never suffered the hunt. He lived in harmony with the Saviours. He was to her knowledge…on tier with the humans.

She screwed up the note in her fist and threw it at the bed room window over looking the grounds. Her mind clocked on to the window and she moved swiftly over to it. Keira tried to squeeze her fingers under the frame in an attempt to open it. The damn thing wouldn’t budge an inch. She stood back, took a deep breath in and out and turned her efforts to studying it. As quick as a whip she realised she wasn’t escaping from this particular window.

She turned around and lent up against it, frustrated and admittedly scared. She was still riddled with drugs, confusion and hopelessness. Everything had gone so unpredictably wrong, she wasn’t sure where she stood anymore or what she should do. She could stay in this room but no doubt someone would come and fetch her. She could try to escape but this was obviously Sayco’s estate. If he was equipped enough to find her what was the likely-hood he’d premeditated how to detain her.

Keira listened to people moving around outside the bedroom door, people who sounded just as confused and angry as she felt. Walking over to the bedroom door she opened it a crack and watched the back of a girl storm out of view. There was no point in remaining where she was, as a sitting duck.

Keira followed the stampeding girl in front of her all the way down to a set of doors. A young maid was knelt down with broken cutlery in hand, a girl was sprinting down the hall, another (the one she’d been shadowing) was bulldozing through the double doors with no precautions. Hearing no gun-fire, screams or the distinct click of a silencer Keira walked over to the double doors and peeked inside.

A dining room sat prominently in the centre of a grand, well lit room. The table already had a fair few individuals seated, those who obviously lived at Sayco manor, those who could live here and those who had noticeably been living it rough for quite some time. Keira saw both men and women and in response hoisted one of her vest straps back onto her shoulders before folding her arms consciously over her bust. She was dressed in a pair of dirty grey track-suit bottoms, a vest top and socks. She’d been caught unawares by the Bleeders and these people, thus she was as good as wearing her pyjama’s.
She shuffled in cautiously behind the ranting girl and stood just behind her. She wasn’t sure if she should be standing here or running like the other girl she’d seen a moment ago.



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Mr. Sayco watched quietly at the head of the table as Active after Active filed through the door, most of them pretty calm about the situation, others not exactly happy and he didn’t blame them. The only thing they knew about him was what most people knew, He was an Active and The Bleeders didn’t touch him, most assumed he was powerful and selfish. He didn’t speak, as if he wasn’t there he simply watched the other, even when they spoke directly to him he did not answer, he was almost statuesque. Then finally once he had accounted for everyone, but Rose who he had seen sprint from the room, he glanced up to Edward, his head butler who stood next to the door and gestured for him to go and find her.

“Your sending the old man, I got this Edward, That girl is a maniac.” Maxwell said as he got up to go after Rose, shutting the door of the dining hall behind him as he left.

Without a word Mr. Sayco stood and the chaos in the room seemed to pause. Even the Mentors themselves seemed unaware of his next move and that was the brilliant thing about Arthur, he was unpredictable in the most predictable way. He looked over the group once more, before opening his mouth to speak.

“I realize that all of you are confused, I also realize that most of you do not trust me and I understand Why. I would like to start first by saying all of you are safe here, no one will harm you here, I will not allow it.” He spoke that last words sternly a promise he intended on keeping. “I’m sure you are all aware of who I am, but if you are not I am Arthur Ford Sayco, the owner of Sayco Manor and Sayco Wheat Co.” He spoke in a way that drew people in, there was a charm to his voice that was alluring. “I’m sure you’re asking yourself why in the world was I kidnapped, but be honest with yourselves, had you simply been asked to join Mr. Sayco “The Selves bastard, in the mansion on the outskirts of the city” you wouldn’t have come, you would have thought it was a setup a trap. There for kidnapping you was necessary.” He gave informed them, with the smallest hint of a smirk. “as for the reasoning behind why I have gather you all, I intend to train you all help you better control your gifts, then when the time is right we will make the Bleeders pay for what they have done to you all and your families, We are going to make the New Age an Active age, I will no longer allow my family to be treated as a pest a lower class.” He spoke the words as if reciting a pledge, there was no doubting his passion stained words.

The room was silent, as Arthur mad his way to the door and opened it, turning back to the group and stepping aside as Nathan walked inside the dining hall, loyal standing next to his longtime friend, depicting he was no longer concentrated on the force field to keep them in, not that they knew.

“If you do not wish to stand with me and fight for the freedom that is rightfully yours, you can leave, I am not holding you hostage, nor will I force you to put your life on the line if you are not willing.” He said honestly. “But, I promise for those of you who do fight I will protect you with my dying breath.” His blue eyes making eye contact with every single person in the room, every single word he spoke was laced with honor, loyalty, and promise.





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Adya wasn’t exactly sure what was going on all though she had overheard something about this a week or so ago. She wasn’t exactly the friendliest with strangers, mostly because they always seemed to look at her like she was dying of cancer just because she couldn’t speak. As Active after Active entered the dining hall she seemed to realize that her father was putting together something, she had a bad feeling about this, but she would never question him, he always seem to know what he was doing.

She smiled when Jayce hugged her from behind and said good morning, of course she couldn’t ask back, not unless she went through the long process of hypnotizing him first, which didn’t exactly seem appropriate. When he asked if she was confused she simply offered a nodded. There was so much chaos she wished she could just yell at everyone to relax and cam the fuck down, she sighed to herself.

These people are fucking insane, what the hell is wrong with The New Age she thought to herself I’m glad I’ve stayed here all these years God knows how I would have turned out. she smirked a bit at the thought.

Then her eyes caught sight of a young man her age, the most amazing guy she had ever seen and she had seen a lot of guys over the years. From humans, to bleeders, to other Active, people were always in and out of the Manor, but he, he was different stunning.

Who was he? she thought.
She had never really wished that she could talk she had never been able to and she knew she’d never be able to so she had stopped wishing and dreaming about it a long time ago, but now more than ever she wished she could talk. She frowned gently, though pulling her eyes away from his perfection as her father stood to speak.

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Syrus watches as one of the men seated at the table goes after the girl who was trying to run away. When Arthur starts to speak, Syrus listens. He certainly is Charismatic Syrus thought as he listened to the speech. When he concluded his speech by saying how he won't keep us here he tilts his head in puzzlement. "A very warming speech." Syrus says as he scratches his head. "But if you really meant that you won't keep us here, why did you send that man after the girl who thought it best to run?" Syrus asks. "I don't mean to step on your hospitality but i don't think you would go through all the trouble to bring us here, then say if we want to we can leave even though you just sent someone to go after that girl." Syrus says. "You may just want to tell her what you just said yourself, but if she can leave of her own will, why chase her down?" Syrus was taught to question everything, especially when they do not make sense. "I hope you'll forgive me for being so blunt."

Syrus was on the edge about Arthur Sayco, Syrus could feel deep inside him the honesty the man spoke, but he cannot be so blind to contradictions. What was the point of bringing them here then saying they could all leave? A false sense of freedom? A claim to choice that may be limited? Syrus couldn't figure it out but he wasn't about to leave, this is the nicest place ever and it had real beds with pillows and pianos, not to mention food and like minded people. Another thing that was on Syrus' mind was what would happen after they they bring about this 'Active Age' what will we do to prove to the humans that we arent evil or should be feared? Syrus hopes things don't get bad for the Regular Humans...

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Of course, his initial plan didn't work for long.

Two pairs of hands pulled him out from under the covers and dragged him into the hallway, protesting and legs flailing underneath boxershorts. "I'm not even decent!" he tried to say, but was shoved into the dining room anyways, the two butlers' grip strong to prevent him from running away. He had seen another running towards and then past them in the hallway. Someone must have already tried to escape.

He arrived in time to here the end of Mr. Sayco's speech. He didn't pay too much attention, too busy taking in what Mr. Sayco actually looked like, along with the dozen other random people in here, most of whom he didn't know. Then again, he didn't go outside, so, surprise surprise.

In an attempt to get back in bed, he turned invisible, but the men's grip didn't slacken. Disappointed, Janne stayed invisible just to spite them. And because he figured two grown men holding so tightly onto nothing might be a humorous sight.

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Arthur Sayco had a way with words that caught and held the listeners. He was passionate about his cause, that much was perfectly evident. But, even as Sayco made eye contact with them all, Aniko couldn't help but think of her misgivings.

Aniko thought she had misheard at first, it sounded like Arthur Sayco intended to train her - and the other Actives gathered - to fight with their powers. Sayco had obviously got the wrong girl. She couldn't fight, her power was to travel through people's dreams. Perhaps, given training, she could turn those dreams into nightmares but, really, how could that possibly defeat the bleeders? A few skittish, sleepless bleeders running around wouldn't have much effect on Sayco's grand plan.
Aniko also couldn't help but wonder at the ease with which this man had kidnapped this number of Actives. Aniko herself had thought herself below the Bleeders' radar, but obviously she had been traceable. It worried her that she had been found so easily, was her family safe? They would, no doubt, be worried about their daughter... unless of course they already assumed that the bleeders had killed her. Her heart sank at the thought of her parents and brother believing her dead.

Aniko held her tongue as another captured Active spoke, pointing out logically that if they could leave why hadn't he just let the girl storm out without pursuit? Aniko found herself agreeing silently and then, before she could stop herself she blurted out,
"What use is walking through people's dreams against the bleeders?" It was the first time, outside of her family, that she had spoken of her gift, but if they really were all Actives - and she knew that at least the boy standing invisible between the two butlers was - than there was little point in pretending otherwise.

The other question that she wanted to voice, but lacked the confidence too was in regard to this 'Active age'. Not all humans were bad, not all of them were like the bleeders. How many innocent people would be caught between the Bleeders and the Actives? That isn't to say she wanted the Bleeders to continue, she loathed them. If she did join Sayco, and she hadn't completely decided yet, it would be purely to see the bleeders downfall.

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Keira stood back and let the speech and questions unfold. She turned in on herself to think once Sayco had, had his say on why he'd brought them all here. She couldn't argue with the fact he'd already saved her by kidnapping her, to her knowledge she was being actively hunted at the time one of Sayco's handy men slipped a cloth over her mouth. She couldn't disagree with his cause either, he was offering her his hospitality, a chance to hone her abilities (something she'd been tackling all her life) and a chance to free her kind from the oppression they'd been suffering.

Most importantly though Keira highlighted one word she'd heard in his inspiring speech. Safe. He said she'd be safe here. For the first time in her life she'd be well and truly safe. It wasn't something a girl like her could comprehend, she'd been looking over her shoulder for so long, the idea of a place that offered sincere security, it was sanctury. A sanctury that came 48 hours too late.

Part of her wanted to run, she'd known loneliness and self dependance for so long it seemed such a risk to place her welfare into a strangers hands, yet Arthur Sayco had something about him, whether it was his image or his deep southern voice, there was confidence, honestly and safeness in his representation. Keira had more than herself to worry about now, she had to make the right choice.

Stepping forward, past the other Actives that still lingered uncertainly by the door Keira aimed a stern, serious look at the hot tempered young man who had recently entered and backed Sayco's speech. She then turned her attention to Arthur and tried her best to smile. It came out as a grimace but it was close enough.

"If this place is really safe. I will stay. You'll need me if you're going to bring down the saviour empire, but I will not promise my participation. I will not risk my neck for this dream, not yet."


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Beck & Julia Curwin


Julia had to fight back a grin as Beck goofed off. Sure it was probably inappropriate given the circumstances; but Beck was Beck, and what Beck wants she gives. Turning to look back over the gathered Actives, her hint of a grin quickly sobered away. They had just been offered a ‘safe’ place to stay. To be able to sleep under a roof with food and a bed. Train and learn more about their gifts. Perhaps even find out why Beck lost his sight; maybe even get it back. And she could learn to better defend them and fight; she wasn’t going to deny her abilities were raw at best. But it all sounded too good to be true.

“Seriously though, Beck. What do you think of this whole haven offer? Do you want to stay, or get out of here. I want to know what you think.” She said quietly, grabbing a glass and tilting it to swirl the water inside of it.

Julia was one of the few people that Beck was able to read like a book despite the fact that he couldn’t see her face. He knew everything he needed from the tone of her voice and from her tone now he knew it was time to be serious. His face straightened and his eyes drifted to look towards the table as he thought. “Well, I think of it this way. We stay here with the possibility of Mr. Sayco being an extremist bound on killing all humans but on the other hand we’re given safety and training which we both desperately need. It could be a trick and we could be biting off more than we can chew but if we leave then we’re going right back to our old life, if you can even call it that. So I guess I’m saying we either take our chances here or run and hide for the rest of our lives. I’d rather take a chance. What about you? I want you to feel safe Julia.” He reached out for her, missing his mark a couple of times before his hand finally came to rest on her forearm. “You’re my main priority so if you want to go then we’ll go.”

Staring at the glass before setting it back on the table, Julia placed her free hand on top of his. “As much as I think this is likely to bite us in the butt; it’s not like our other options are any better. We can stay here long enough to get some training; heaven knows we both need it. But if things start to go south, we walk. Maybe we can work something out about the human part; but the bleeders can go to hell, and I’ll be happy to give ‘em a boost myself.” Grip tightening, Julia looked at her brother despite the fact he couldn’t see her. “And no worrying about me, that’s my job. You just keep your girlie tail out of trouble if we’re staying.”

‎ Beck’s familiar smile crept back to his face at the playful jab. “You’re just jealous because I’m more feminine than you.” He chuckled and raised her hand to his lips to give it an affectionate peck. “Love you pussycat.”

“You’re only feminine because you hit like a girl.” Julia returned the jab before once again leaning back into the chair and resuming her watch of the other Actives, wondering who else would stay or who would choose to go. Taking another look at the girl sitting across from them, Julia couldn’t hold back the smirk as she thought about the stranger’s question. Surely if these people could train a state 2, then there had to be something they had in mind for state 1’s.

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Aurora Rawley


Aurora cautiously sat down as Mr. Sayco was talking. He just had a way of talking that made everything make so much sense. Even though they had just met, she felt like he was trustworthy. At the words "my family", Aurora felt her chest constrict. He was talking about them. Her. Then and there, Aurora knew she was staying. No one else had ever accepted her like that before. The questions that most everyone seemed to be concerned with flew right over Aurora's head. This was the place where she belonged. And, as a special bonus, she would be trained in her power. [i]I'll finally have a use for my other half[i] she mused. "I'm staying," she announced to no one in particular. The people in charge would probably get a head count later.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard twelve year old wanting chocolate from a girl nearby. Aurora chuckled to herself. People always thought she was younger than her age, but they had never been five whole years off. She called from a few seats over, "For your information, I am seventeen," she couldn't keep a grin off her face. "But you were close!" Aurora giggled and walked up to them. She held out her hand. "I'm Aurora."

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Dante sighed and leaned back in his chair a bit when, just as he'd expected, not a moment after apologizing for her, Kila barged through the door in an earthquake of anger and temper. "Would somebody care to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on before I kick somebody's ass?!" She screamed, seeming frustrated by the fact that she was the only person in the room not wandering around calmly. She then turned her eyes on him and he only raised an eyebrow, letting her talk. "Dante." She hissed at him. "Care to tell me why the hell you're just sitting there. This man is known for dealing with Bleeder's you moron, why do you think they don't touch him? Get the hell up. Vacation's over. We're leaving now."

Dante rolled his eyes. "Kila, stop making an ass of yourself, and at least find out why we're here." He said back, eyes on hers, letting her know he meant business. That he had no intention of leaving until he found out what was going on.

That seemed to shut her up. Dante didn't exactly know why. Maybe she'd come to her senses, or maybe she just didn't want to argue, though neither scenario was very likely, but seeing as, Dante could never make her shut up if she didn't want to, he chose not to question it.

Kila refused to sit. Dante wanted to stay and listen to whatever Mr. Sayco had to say, so she'd stay, but there was no way she was sitting down. Instead she leaned up against the wall behind Dante's chair, half shooting daggers at the back of his head, half watching everyone around her, listening to their conversations, and taking in their faces and expressions.

Finally, Mr. Sayco decided to speak up and her eyes locked on him, as did Dante's, watching as he stood. “I realize that all of you are confused, I also realize that most of you do not trust me and I understand Why. I would like to start first by saying all of you are safe here, no one will harm you here, I will not allow it.” Kila just rolled her eyes, refusing to believe that some random stranger would offer them safety, while Dante blinked and listened intently. “I’m sure you are all aware of who I am, but if you are not I am Arthur Ford Sayco, the owner of Sayco Manor and Sayco Wheat Co.” Yeah, we all know who you are. Kila thought bitterly to herself, and instantly deciding to distrust him more, just because of his smooth, charming tone. She dind't trust people who could draw people in with words, for she did it often herself, and so did Dante, so, when she glanced at him in his chair in front of her, and saw him nodding his head slightly, Kila grew angry and kicked the back of his chair hard, causing him to turn and glare at her, to which she merely smirked and shrugged.

“I’m sure you’re asking yourself why in the world was I kidnapped, but be honest with yourselves, had you simply been asked to join Mr. Sayco “The Selves bastard, in the mansion on the outskirts of the city” you wouldn’t have come, you would have thought it was a setup a trap. There for kidnapping you was necessary.” Dante chuckled slightly under his breath at this, knowing very well that there was no way in hell he would have come, and even less of a chance that Kila would have.

“As for the reasoning behind why I have gathered you all, I intend to train you all help you better control your gifts, then when the time is right we will make the Bleeders pay for what they have done to you all and your families, We are going to make the New Age an Active age, I will no longer allow my family to be treated as a pest a lower class.” Kila's mind had begun to wander off, glaring at Dante, clicking her tongue, tapping her fingers, figuring this man had nothing useful to say. But those words made her head shoot up instantly, and her eyes narrowed on Sayco. He wanted to train them? And had he referred to all Actives as his family, or merely his literal family? Either way, she was not his family. Her only family was Dante, and they weren't even related by blood.

She stood and gripped the back of Dante's chair tightly, knuckles white, jaw clenched as she watched Mr. Sayco make his way to the door. As much as she wanted to see the Bleeders suffer, she didn't want to join forces with anyone, She was perfectly content with her and Dante's little duo, and wanted to keep it that way. Besides, what Mr. Sayco was talking about was more than making the Bleeders suffer. He was talking about a revolution. About taking over completely. How many innocent humans would get caught in that? No matter how much Dante hated the humans, Kila refused to believe they were all bad. He father had been human, as had her older brother, and they'd died trying to protect her.

Dante felt Kila's movement behind him, and reached up to hold one of the hands she was using to grip his chair with while he listened to Sayco wrap it up.“If you do not wish to stand with me and fight for the freedom that is rightfully yours, you can leave, I am not holding you hostage, nor will I force you to put your life on the line if you are not willing.” He said in a way that felt sincere. “But, I promise for those of you who do fight I will protect you with my dying breath."

When he was done, chatter then ensued. Questions were blurted out, but, for the most part, people chose to join Sayco, and Dante couldn't say they were wrong, however, he felt Kila moving again behind him.

"Nice place, really," Kila said sarcastically, "but you'll have to enjoy it without us. Dante and I are good on our own." She then turned to Dante. "Dante, get up. We're leaving."

This made Dante leap out of his seat suddenly and place a tight grip on her shoulder just as she was about to stalk out of the room, forcing her to stay. He shot an apologetic glance at Sayco before whirling Kila around. "Micky." He said, eyeing her. "I think this is real. As much as I like to work alone, and you know I do, I think this is sincere."

Kila rolled her eyes. Dante was the only person, (aside from those with official records on her), who knew her real name and gave her nicknames other than Kila. "I didn't say this wasn't real, dumbass. What I said was that I want no part of it." Her eyes were hard on his. She didn't want to live comfortably in a big mansion filled with people. She wanted to be alone with only Dante. She didn't want to be bothered or pampered. She wanted simple. Okay, not simple seeing as they were on the run, but she had a feeling that if she stayed here, she'd be driven mad by sheer lack of adventure. She already felt like she was going insane, the last thing she needed was to lose that tiny bit of sanity she was clinging to.

"Don't be stupid Kila." Dante said, practically reading her. "We're staying. For the cause. The two of us on our own aren't doing shit. I know we thought we were, but this is bigger." He tightened his grip on her shoulder, and glanced around, eyes once again catching the gaze of the dark-haired girl he'd seen before, having a hard time tearing them away. He had this gnawing feeling that he should stay. If not for what Sayco had said, then for this girl he hardly even knew, and it was crazy, but he was going to follow it. His instinct had never steered him wrong before. "If you leave," he said, eyes once again on Kila. "You leave without me."

Kila caught the way his eyes roamed and hesitated on the dark-haired girl, and an angry fire rose up in her. "You're kidding." She said, shoving his hand off her. "Please tell me you're kidding me?" She hissed so no one could hear her but him, though as she talked, her intensity and volume rose. "You're staying for a GIRL?! You're staying because there's a girl here you think is hot, aren't you?" She shoved him back hard. "You're unbelievable. I'm sooooooo going to kill you!" Kila knew he wasn't only staying for her, but she had no trouble giving him shit over it. If she was going to stay, she was going to make it as big a deal for him as possible.

With a groan, she flopped down in a chair, signifying to Dante that she was willing to stay with him, crossing her arms over her chest and kicking her feet up on the table, which Dante then pushed down as he too sat again. Kila flipped him off and then propped them back up again.

"Look at the bright side," Dante said jokingly to her. "Maybe we'll be able to figure out why you're so certifiably insane."

Dante laughed, but Kila didn't. That struck her. He meant it as a joke, and she knew that, but what if he was right? What if these people knew why she felt like some days everything was so clear she was suffocating, and others, she couldn't figure out what was real or not? Maybe they would know why she was always running in fast forward, and maybe they'd be able to fix it. However, Kila immediately put the thought out of her head. That was crazy.

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Sophia heard the name 'Sayco', and felt as though she had been kicked in the stomach by a mule. Sayco. Her head reeled and her world went black.

What had happened last night? She had been grabbed. Chloroform. Sayco. Her mind reeled as she lapsed into one of her minor blackouts. Her head fell back against the chair she was sat on, and her knuckles turned white as she clutched the table.

What the hell happened last night?

So she had been taken, and stolen. It was like the opposite of when she had left home. Mother. Father. Sister. Stranger. They were all connections. Friends. Family. Stranger. Her mind was a whirl as she thought this through. Stolen. Escaped. Trapped. As always. Nowhere to run. He claimed that she was safe. Was she? Red lights. Don't walk. Don't run by the side of the pool. Pool like luxury, like this manor. Like Sayco. But it hadn't been Sayco to catch her. Dark figures. Shadows. Alley. Dirty. Not clean like this table. Not like Sayco. Different people. One rich, one poor. Rich, is money. Money is payment. Payment for capture. Kidnapped. Stolen. Why? Sayco says training. Training. Sister was bound. Black. Black memory. Years passed. Aged. Darkness. Active? Active needs training. Like football. Like sports. Train to get better. To be safe. Black. Pain. Headache. Wrong. This darkness is wrong. Needs safety. Training. Sayco. Trust. Other people. Trust. Training.Stay.

And with that headache causing blackout, she found herself gasping for breath, after an unknowable time had passed by, but she had made her decision. Sophia wouldn't risk going into another bout of that blackout by changing it now.

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Jessica stood close and simply stared as the events unraveled, she waited and watched as the others arrived to the dinner table.
She saw a boy with a long dark hair arriving at the scene, demanding for answers and apologizing for his friend beforehand, moments later a blonde girl stormed in like a mad woman, “"Would somebody care to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on before I kick somebody's ass?!", Jessica rolled her eyes in annoyance and laughed 'Well this is going to be fun. It seems like we've got a loud one in the group…' Soon after, another woman passed through the same doors Jess had minutes before. She seemed on the high alert, 'just don’t be another loud one please…' Jess thought as a silent petition, the girl ran like crazy, to the nearest exit or who knows where, while Jessica’s eyes followed her in surprise 'Yup, there’s going to be no room for boredom here' she finally smiled at herself. A girl followed after, wearing a grey track-suit bottom that made Jess wonder what she was doing before she was abducted.

Minutes passed and another girl appeared, a shy girl that moved in hesitation speaking almost as if in fear, “Excuse me...Mr. Sayco? I'm Sophia Hart...Am I in the right place?". Jessica smiled, 'and we have a shy one as well…' she thought, making another obvious observation.

It was then when Mr. Sayco had finally decided to explain himself, “I realize that all of you are confused, I also realize that most of you do not trust me and I understand Why. I would like to start first by saying all of you are safe here, no one will harm you here, I will not allow it. I’m sure you are all aware of who I am, but if you are not I am Arthur Ford Sayco, the owner of Sayco Manor and Sayco Wheat Co.” Jess listened carefully to every word as he continued, “I’m sure you’re asking yourself why in the world was I kidnapped, but be honest with yourselves, had you simply been asked to join Mr. Sayco, you wouldn’t have come, you would have thought it was a setup a trap. There for kidnapping you was necessary. As for the reasoning behind why I have gather you all, I intend to train you all help you better control your gifts, then when the time is right we will make the Bleeders pay for what they have done to you all and your families, We are going to make the New Age an Active age, I will no longer allow my family to be treated as a pest a lower class.” Jess was pleased and kept calm at Sayco’s speech, 'He sure lives up to his name I suppose'. Jess felt at ease, after all she could use any help she could get to finally use her powers and be able to gain her revenge. 'Indeed they will pay the double of what they actually deserve. Lower class huh?… you can say that again.'

Jessica expected someone to talk or to give other response before she ever did, but was caught off guard when a man spoke with concern, “A very warming speech. But if you really meant that you won't keep us here, why did you send that man after the girl who thought it best to run? I don't mean to step on your hospitality but I don't think you would go through all the trouble to bring us here, then say if we want to we can leave even though you just sent someone to go after that girl. You may just want to tell her what you just said yourself, but if she can leave of her own will, why chase her down?” 'Good point stranger, but don’t forget their on our side…' Jess finally thought to herself secretly wishing that Sayco would answer efficiently.

Later on a young male entered the room with two older butlers grabbing each an arm of the young guy. She chuckled at the sight of the boy who suddenly turned invisible, he somewhat reminded her of her brother who had the same ability, if he would have been there with her he would have joined him showing off being the cocky lad that he was. And then a girl spoke, more like abruptly blurted out “What use is walking through people's dreams against the bleeders?" 'another dream walker!' Jessica felt a jolt of joy travel through her body, almost making her jump out of her seat, knowing that she had the same power. However, she felt hurt hearing her unrewarding and taking for granted her own power in such way, almost as if she was also offending Jessica herself.
Before Sayco had any change to talk either to the boy who had a good point, or to the girl who questioned her own skills another man walked. He began by introducing himself first saying that he had lived there for a while and explaining his point of view, “It's really simple, if you want to be treated like a second class citizen and hunted for the rest of your life, just walk out that damn door. BUT! If you want to be free, if you want to be able to live your life without looking over your god damn shoulder every five minutes, well then you better stay. So you over there, mister, 'question everything' ya got two choices, you can leave or you shut the fuck up and start being grateful for the people who are gonna give you your god damn freedom." 'Finally someone talking some clear sense', Jess remembered her father who wanted the same thing, nothing else but freedom and equality for everyone.

After the speech of the outspoken man sunked in with everyone, the girl with the comfy clothes took her turn and spoke her mind up, "If this place is really safe. I will stay. You'll need me if you're going to bring down the saviour empire, but I will not promise my participation. I will not risk my neck for this dream, not yet." Her voice was somewhat covered by the friendly fellows that had to be brothers, it seemed like the boy was blind and his 'sister?' was helping him figure out what was what, or more like who’s who. Jessica heard their conversation confused at their strange scoring, 'so I’m four huh?'.

Another female voice could be heard… barely, "I'm staying” apparently it was the young girl, or as the strange/fun brothers would say, the “twelve year old wanting chocolate”. She spoke a bit louder now explaining herself, “For your information, I am seventeen. But you were close!” 'Cute' Jessica thought for a moment smiling at the sight of her playful grin. "I’m Aurora". Jess smiled at the young girl realizing that her name was the first name she had heard of the newcomers.


It was then when her eyes turned back to the boy she had seen before. Wishing she could decipher his name, and wishing that she had the power to read minds not only to discover his name but what was going on his mind. She turned her gaze at the boy with the beautiful eyes, noticing him stuttering with the girl that he had hugged before, fiddling and playing with his spoon. Jess chuckled finding the boy to be distracting and amusing. Her cheeks turned red at the sight of his smile, she starred into his eyes and for a moment it seemed as if his eyes reflected hers, his gaze was on hers now after he spoke enthusiastically, “Welp, I dunno about you guys, but that seems like more than enough questions, concerns, and general malarkey for now. We can all chat and learn stuff and begin the new age later. All that really matters is that you're safe here and... I'm hungry! Mr. Sayco can we eat now? You promised there would be breakfast and I've got a craving for waffles like nobody's business.” It was then when Jess stomach growled angrily, for a moment she had forgotten all about her hunger, embarrassed to the core she hoped that nobody, specially not her lovely blue eyes, witnessed her stomach’s loud cry.

Without a doubt this whole magical reunion was by far one of the most entertaining things that Jessica had witnessed in a long time. Knowing that she would spend time with other active’s made her feel joy deep inside, although she wouldn't admit it to herself. Even better, the idea of learning more about the boy whose eyes met hers briefly made her feel feel anxious and exited.


OOC: Oh Wow, was that a big post.... sorry about that, I wanted to do a recap of everything that has happened so far and I wanted to give my character's point of view on everyone. Hope that's ok (:

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As he spoke, Jayce couldn't help but lock eyes with the blonde girl from before. Her eyes were the perfect combination of blue and green. Her eyes reminded Jayce of the sea. He'd only been there once, a brief moment in the time between when he'd left his own home and when he'd come to Sayce Manor. Still, he would never forget that precise shade, that playful mix of blue and green. As he finished speaking, he smiled at everyone, making sure to wink at blondie across the table from him, a playful smile blinking into existence before his expression was replaced with a more respectful one. As he sat, Jayce turned his attention to Mr. Sayco, his eyes alone speaking novels of his respect for Arthur Sayco.

Arther Sayco stood almost perfectly still as questions were shouted and accusations were thrown in his direction. He never wavered from his calm, stoic posture, he was like a statue. His will was iron; unbreakable. As the chatter died down, and people began to follow Jayce's example of quiet attention, Mr. Sayco finally moved. Though he stood still, his eyes inspected the room. His head barely moved as he looked at every individual in the room; studying each and every one of them with utmost scrutiny. Then he spoke once more. “I will no longer spend any more time on this matter, I have answered the question of why you are here, the way you feel about me I cannot control. I will not justify myself anymore today.” His thick accent was stern and fatherly, but it held no disrespect for the people who sat before him.

"For those of you who have made up your minds and are going to be staying, Sayco Manor is your home, the room you awoke in is yours. The grounds of Sayco manor are completely safe, you may use your gift without consequence. But, I cannot protect you off of the grounds. I will be in my office, please make yourself at home, you are no longer a stranger." He gave one last smile before he promptly left the room, heading off to, from what Jayce could make of the sound of his footsteps, his office. He must have had a lot on him mind.

As soon as Mr. Sayco finished speaking, Ayda stood up and left the room. She had a look on her face that was all too familiar to Jayce. It told him not to bug her and to give her a hug once she was finished playing her piano. Jayce sighed and dug into his breakfast. The others might have wanted to run around like chickens with detachable heads, but Jayce wasn't having any of it. Waffles came first, everything else could wait four minutes. Luckily for everyone else, it did take only four minutes. Though he ate quickly, his trademark smirk showing through hurried bites of delicious mapley goodness, Jayce did not eat sloppily. He was in a rush, because he had some things he'd like to discuss with blondie, but that didn't mean to turn into a slob to get there quicker. Jayce ate with nearly flawless manners, oft utilising his napkin and handling his fork and knife with utter surety and poise. Once he was finished, he picked up his plate, walked through the doors to the kitchen and bussed his dishes so chef wouldn't have to. "Thanks chef!" Jayce called over the general hubbub of the kitchen clatter, "Those waffles were delicious!"

As he exited the kitchen, instead of walking to his own seat, Jayce had a better idea. His smirk split his face and he clapped his hands together, loud enough to make a solid smack but not so loud as to be overly disruptive. As he walked over to the chair where blondie was, Jayce's face took on a new expression. He smiled wide, like a child, and kneeled down as he approached her chair. He rested his arms on the arm rest, and his chin atop his arms. He smiled once more, catching her attention. He smiled wide, getting her to giggle. She was so pretty. "It should almost be criminal, I can hardly focus... remember... your lines are..." Jayce's inner voice screamed as he opened his mouth and spoke.

"Hi! So, you're new here, huh? I've lived here for a while, and since you're new, I figured I might do ya a favor. Once you're finished with your breakfast, because it's an important meal and waffles are delicious, would you do me the impeccable honor of accompanying me around the grounds? I feel like talking a walk and you're new so we both get something out of the deal. Sound good?" Jayce asked, the wide, childlike smile still beaming off of his face. Once she was finished, Jayce stood and offered her his hand, to help her out of her chair. "Shall we?" he asked suavely, making a silly face and gesturing out the door.

Though Jayce appeared calm, collected, and entirely in control, he was sweating bullets. 'What if she hates me? What if she says no? I'll look like such an idiot! Calm down, calm down, you're in control here. The fact that she might deny you in front of all these people means nothing. You're a big boy. You can take it. Hopefully..." Jayce mentally panicked.

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Jessica remained quiet in her seat, observing everything with outmost detail, almost as if she was studying everyone and everything around her, trying to discover as much as she could without getting a headache. However, her perfect concentration was shattered as soon as her eyes meet the stunning blue eyes, mixed with a beautiful green shade of the boy who was able to make Jess forget what she was thinking of in the first place. She starred at his eyes for a while in wonder, somehow his glare was able to make Jess feel alive and excited. Jess was somewhat fearful of his revealing eyes that made her feel strange, yet at the same time curious.

His eyes moved from hers for a moment as he smiled at everyone, meanwhile Jess couldn't stop starring at the boy with eyes full of wonder and was caught off guard as soon as he winked his eye playfully and soon after changing his expression to a more respectful one. She moved her eyes suddenly in embarrasment realizing she had been ogling the boy far more than needed and was caught off with red cheeks boiling in red color. What is wrong with me? she asked before she scolded herself for a brief moment. She shook her head for a moment as a reprimand to herself but was distracted again by none other than Arthur Sayco.

Once again, the man with a perfect composure remained calm even when people were throwing him accusations and understadably, untrusting looks. Jessica stood even more quiet this time, studying his every movements, and waiting for him to make his next move. Mr. Sayco finally moved, not his body but his eyes instead. His eyes moved carefully eying everyone in the room, he spoke again. “I will no longer spend any more time on this matter, I have answered the question of why you are here, the way you feel about me I cannot control. I will not justify myself anymore today." He said with his thick accent that sounded most fatherly, and Jessica couldn't help but remember her father, seeing this man's eyes that told he was speaking nothing but truth, yet she wondered if he was holding something out as her father did more than once.

"For those of you who have made up your minds and are going to be staying, Sayco Manor is your home, the room you awoke in is yours. The grounds of Sayco manor are completely safe, you may use your gift without consequence. But, I cannot protect you off of the grounds. I will be in my office, please make yourself at home, you are no longer a stranger." he said before he left the room. Jess had so many questions, and the one that mattered to her the most was whether if Arthur knew her missing father, and if he knew where he was. Even so, Jessica observed as some of them left the room and without second thought she decided to wait for the right moment to speak with him, after all she didn't want anyone else to know of her personal matters.

Jessica decided to wait despite her anxiousness and only focus on her breakfast. Even though her head was still a mess because of the drugs, and she was not as hungry, her stomach growling told her otherwise. Finally she thought to dig in the breakfast planning on eating everything except the juice, somehow she was not feeling like drinking orange juice and instead asked for some water. Before her water arrived though, she turned her eyes once again to the boy with the dark hair and saw him leaving his seat moving towards what seemed to be the kitchen. Jessica remained in her seat, distracting herself by once again observing everyone else at the table. The fierce girl from before was not there, and some others had already headed out... somewhere.

Suddenly she heard a noise, more like a clap, and turned around to see the same boy coming towards her. She starred at him and saw him smiling with a wide smile that made Jess feel all warm and fuzzy. He kept smiling at her and she couldn't help but to smile back, and then he kneeled down resting his wide arms on the arm rests letting his chin on top of his arms. She was speechless at his carefree demeanor and at his charming smile, he had all her attention, suddenly she couldn't help but to giggle at his captivating smile. Now that he was even more up close, she adventured into his eyes. so... handsome her mind slipped a thought.

"Hi! So, you're new here, huh? I've lived here for a while, and since you're new, I figured I might do ya a favor. Once you're finished with your breakfast, because it's an important meal and waffles are delicious, would you do me the impeccable honor of accompanying me around the grounds? I feel like talking a walk and you're new so we both get something out of the deal. Sound good?" the boy asked smiling like a child, she giggled once again before she answered changing her face to a serious one "Actually..." she paused for a moment, "I already finished eating" she said smiling, even though she had barely eaten anything as she was waiting for her water oh well, I suppose if they bring the water, they'll just leave it here. Truth was she could care less about what was on the menu for the moment being, "And walking sounds good, I guess I could use some fresh air." She said trying to sound cool.

He smiled offering his hand, "shall we? he asked after making a silly face that once again brought a smile to Jess face. She grabbed his hand carefully, sending sparks through her fingertip as his hand felt warm and reassuring. Please don't fall she begged to herself. She looked at his eyes standing up carefully without leaving his eyes she finally said "lead the way" giving him a tempting smile.


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"Actually..." the-girl-of-Jayce's-dreams said, pausing for a moment. Jayce felt his breath catch in his throat as he waited in anticipation. Small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as his doubts confirmed his failure. They cackled at him. "How foolish." They taunted. "Who'd want to take a walk with a broken loser like you?" His mind betrayed him. Jayce shook his head, almost imperceptibly, trying to relinquish himself from their silver-tongued grasp. She spoke again, and her words brought the smile back to Jayce's face. "I already finished eating," she said smiling. "And walking sounds good, I guess I could use some fresh air." She said. Jayce responded with some words, hopefully they made sense. He wasn't quite paying the most attention right now.

Fireworks and general fanfare proceeded through Jayce's head, and he tried not to let it show on his face. He was so ridiculously excited. He'd never felt so happy in his entire life, and yet, he didn't know quite why. He was so jazzed he almost didn't notice that she took his hand. Her touch was soft, her hands were pleasantly warm. The simple contact sent shivers down his spine and electricity crackled through his fingertips. "Whoa..." He thought desperately to himself as he forgot how to breathe for a moment. Jayce spoke up, trying not to let his voice crack or hint at just how ecstatic he currently was. If he'd learned anything from Josh, who had basically raised him like a younger brother, it was that you had to be cool, suave, and just the littlest bit clever. At least, that's what Josh had told him. She looked into his eyes; standing up carefully without breaking that precious contact. She finally said "Lead the way" and gave him a tempting smile. Jayce subtly licked his lips, they were horribly dry.

"Right this way." He said, the huge, child-like grin still on his face. He nonchalantly maintained his grip on her hand. It was gentle and leading. He tried not to let it show that he didn't really need to hold her hand anymore. He was thoroughly enjoying holding... this girl's hand. He was enjoying himself far too much. "Inside is pretty boring right now." Jayce said, gesturing to the staircases, paintings, and general furnishings. "It's a beautiful day out there, what say we really enjoy it?" Jayce asked, not waiting for her opinion. He lead her through the front doors and around the back of the mansion. Jayce looked back at her and smiled as he walked. "I just realized I don't know your name. Where I come from, it's polite to introduce yourself before asking for someone else's name. I'm Jayce, been living here for a while now. We're heading to my favorite place here." Jayce said, turning back around to focus on the path before him. He lead her through the forest, around trees, under fallen limbs, and through small brush until he found it. Jayce had brought the girl who was holding his hand to the pond behind the Sayco mansion. He let go once they were in the small clearing and clambered up a small tree. Jayce positioned himself atop a particular branch which was perfectly placed to jump straight into the water. Further it was high up enough to leave clothes there so they wouldn't get wet from splashing. The pond was just barely on Sayco's property, but Jayce made sure to use it just about everyday. So far, he hadn't been bothered when he went there. Not even once. "I come here to swim, it's one of my favorite things to do." Jayce asked.

Suddenly, Jayce hooked his legs around the branches, and hung from them upside-down. He flopped down in front of her, arms hanging loosely. "So," he began, chuckling. "You could say I hang around here often." Jayce punned, laughing to himself as he finished his bad joke.