Categories > Cartoons > Class of the Titans > More Than One
Summary: When certain powers put the team in more danger than ever before, no one knows which way to turn. Everyone knows Cronos is their number one enemy, but what will happen when the team is faced with more problems. Do the seven friends know what they are up against? Please R&R. J/T and A/A .
Wow, the world never seizes to amaze. I'm updating "More Than One".
Miracles do happen. Some good J/T fluff in here, and for A/A fans I
am proud to announce that all I have to do is type up my oneshot and:
ta-da! My first A/A oneshot is complete. Promises it will be nice
and fluffy! Oh and listen SRY SRY SORRY! I have been away at camp and not able to review any stories. I wish I was here, now Ficwads up again, and if I haven't reviewed any stories which I should have (which is most of them) plz mention it in review and I will get right on it. K, luv ya all, don’t own it of course, LOL, well, I've kept you waiting long enough (only a few
months) so here we go...
*
Archie groaned and rolled over. His alarm clock hadn't even rung
yet. Why was had he already woke up? Grimacing at the amount of
energy it took, he reached out a hand and to grab his clock and view
the time. 7:10. Aww, not as early as it felt. Good thing it was a
weekday...
"Ahhh!" screamed Archie leaping out of bed, stubbing his toe on the
pile of stuff covering the floor. It was Saturday, the day of the
week where people in their right minds slept in. It was also the day
Archie had personalized aerobic training with Ares. The god of war
was not going to be happy seeing his pupil's face show up late.
"Stupid excuse for an alarm clock. Doesn't even go off when I set
it'." Archie grumbled, making an attempt to rub his toe and get
dressed at the same time. Not one of his best ideas. Stumbling
trying to get his pants on he crashed into the bedside table, knocking
the aggravating instrument to the ground.
"Ha, serves it right" as the boy fled from his room.
*
Theresa sat at the kitchen table alone, concentrating on her bowl of
Cheerios drowning in chocolate milk. Unbrushed strawberry hair
tumbled over her shoulders, showing the slightest signs of bedhead.
Thunk -thump. Thunk-thump.
The sound of footsteps startled the psychic as she swivelled her head
from the mass of liquid and rings to the descending person.
"Oh, hello Archie. What are you doing up? I guess Ares didn't tell you-"
"What are you talking about girl? I have aerobic training in three
minutes. Ares will have my head on a platter if I'm not there on time."
The bedraggled boy started tearing open cupboards looking for
something to eat on the go which Herry hadn't already demolished.
"But, he told me to-" Theresa began.
"What? Shut up! I have to go." Archie looked at his watch. "Now!"
Terrified he yanked open the fridge door, grabbed a ruby apple, picked
up his bag in the other hand, ran out the door attempting to clean the
apple with his shirt.
Theresa sighed as her eyes followed the quickly retreating figure.
He should have listened. He's is going to be so mad! Oh well,
I'll pop by and see him later. She got up and closed the door,
then settled down to complete the task of gobbling up the nutrients in
front of her before they got soggy.
*
"Ares?"
Archie burst through the gym doors, panting, two minutes late. "Ares,
I'm sorry I slept in-" Archie looked around him. "Uhh, Ares, you
there?" The teachers bulky form was nowhere in sight.
He's probably gone to tattling to Hera. Now I'll have two gods
with anger management after me. Great I'm so dead. No wait, scratch
that. I'm past dead. Fate, you can come and take me away now.
The silence in the room was deafening. I'm waiting. Nothing
moved. Fine then, I won't go easily. I'll go down with a storm.
Along with a bashed in head and cursed by multiple ancient spells.
Stop it, you're just making matters worse. Yah, if that is possible.
Archie picked up his gym bag and trudge back to the doors. Turning
behind him he started to close the double doors until a yellow Post-It
note caught his eye.
Archie;
If you're reading this than I guess I must not
have found you and Theresa must not have
told you. I am at a Monthly General Meeting with the gods. But
this doesn't mean you get to slack off. Don't lay
off work. -Ares
"Arg!" He crumpled up the offensive note and ripped it into pieces.
He didn't know which was worse, the fact he'd busted his butt to get
over here and had to get up way to early for nothing, or the fact Ares
couldn't yell at him for being late.
Standing alone in the silent hallway, Archie's train of thought ran
something like this:
Theresa tried to tell you.
Why didn't you listen?
Stupid sticky note.
I ran over here so fast I bet I could have beaten Atlanta.
Ares could have tried to find me.
I hate mornings.
This apple is so bruised no wonder Herry didn't eat it.
What do I do now?
His stomach quickly answered the later for him. Deciding to listen,
the boy left the school and started to walk to the nearest cafe.
*
The brunette boy sat mulling over the daily newspaper. Hearing the jangle of the door chimes, he looked over his shoulder and saw a familiar face. He beckoned the
other boy over to sit as his table and folded over the newspaper.
"Hey Archie"
"Hi Jay" What's he doing up so early on a weekend? Early birds
these days.
"What are you doing here?" Jay asked.
Growling, the purple-haired boy tossed him the fragments of a yellow
sticky note he had clutched in his palm. Across the table, Jay took
the four crushed pieces, smoothed them out, piecing the together on
the table.
Oh. Jay nodded sympathetically. Pushing the note back, he
took up his paper, signalled the waitress, and started to flip through.
Finding no more to suit his interest the paper was neatly folded and
replaced onto he table.
"And what could I get you men today?"
Archie flickered his gaze between the crisp waitress and Jay. "A few
donuts and some coffee?" On Jay's affirmative nod the waitress
tucked away her notebook and hurried to another table.
"So, what are you doing here? Archie asked his companion.
"The only edible food in the house is the end of chocolate milk and
plain Cheerios, which Theresa scooped up. Herry seems to have gone
on a hungry rampage last night."
Archie cast his eyes downward to the bruised, half-eaten apple he's
savaged from the fridge earlier that morning. The red fruit was still
clutched in his hand. He tossed it into a nearby garbage. "Tell me
about it."
Both sat their in quiet for a few seconds. The warrior had a
brainwave (or a close to one you can get at such an hour in the
morning). Feeling the pocket of the shorts he'd worn yesterday, his
hand came across the familiar rectangular shape. And while we're
sipping java and chomping down on delectable sugar-encrusted
pastries, why not enjoy a hand of free straight poker? He didn't have
to twist Jay's arm all that hard.
Archie checked his hand, asked for three cards. Jay dealt them, and
gave himself two. They were concentrating on doughnuts and coffee and
probabilities when the pretty psychic opened the door and marched
across the hardwood floor, arching an eyebrow at the purple-haired
man.
"So this is how you spend your training time? Oh wait, you don't have
it this morning."
"Who asked you?" Archie gave the girl a stony-faced look. "And
besides, I'm on my break."
Theresa rolled her eyes. "At seven thirty in the morning? No use
lying Archie."
"He's telling the honest truth," Jay stressed. "If I were forced to,
I'd be happy to testify under oath in a court of law that Archie
hasn't done a lick of work since he started his break at 10:20 last
night."
Archie shot a flake of the flinty glaze at the leader. "I know you
don't mean well - but please don't try and help me."
"Whatever you say." Jay grinned at the pretty girl. "Do you want
some coffee, or a doughnut?"
"Thank you, no."
The brunette got up, pulled out a chair. "You want us to deal you in then?"
"Unlike a certain teammate I could mention, I have work to do." She
settled herself in the seat. "Besides, I'd hate to take all your hard
cash, not to mention the IOU's."
Both men stared at the well brought-up rich girl. Archie asked the
question. "You play poker?"
Theresa laughed. "Does Sidney Crosby play hockey? Does Bill Gates
make money? Does-"
"Does she know when to put a sock in it?" Archie checked his cards.
Nuts "Aside from your
persistent desire to pester and persecute me, what are you doing here?"
"The invitation, of course."
"I never invited you," Archie grumped. "You just barged in like Aunt
Audrey at supper time, or Tilda the Hun crashing through the gates
of-"
"That's Atilla."
"Tilda the Hun was his older sister." Archie snapped. "She also had
the habit of showing up where she wasn't invited."
"Very well, enjoy your historical fantasies." Theresa answered.
"Or me through the doors of the gym this morning for no apparent reason"
"Hey, it's not my fault you wouldn't listen." The girl countered.
"I didn't know."
"Which is why you should of listened to me, which you never do."
"Half the time you don't talk sense." The stuggling boy tried to stop
slipping downhill.
"Yes, I do, you just don't listen."
"But you could have done something to attract my attention! Or at
least said it was something urgent!"
"Wrong, but whatever, if you must know I was referring to Jay's
gracious invitation." She cranked her big eyes up to full size, then
turned them on the leader.
Jay's heart skipped a few beats. "Uh...you figure I invited you here?"
"I saw your car parked outside the little cafe, cleverly deduced that
you were here with what’s-his-name, thought I'd drop in and say 'Yes,
don't mind if I do'."
Lost in her eyes, Jay heard himself saying, "Don't mind if you do what?"
"Last time I had a meal at your house, you told me to come back
whenever 'I have hankering to'. I have a hankering."
"I'd like to oblige to you." Jay's expression changed from balmy to
scattered clouds. "But Theresa, there's a small problem."
She passed a more-than-passable poker face. "Problem?"
"Our cook hasn't been cooking for the past week or so."
"I'm sorry to here that."
"You and all my hungry relatives - and don't forget my brother's chow
hounds that would fight a starving pit bull for a meaty soup bone."
He shook his head. "My relatives will use any excuse to come sniffing
around this gifted pot-and-pan banger's kitchen. But recently, Cook's
been feeling under the weather."
Theresa's poker face dissolved into a look of sympathy. "I hope she
recovers soon from whatever is ailing her."
"Oh, I'm sure Cook will come to and be feeling better by and by. In
the meantime, I'll treat you to a Wonder Woman sized dinner at the
Mountain Man bar and grill- "
"No."
"What?"
"You made me a promise and I'm calling in on it." She tapped a
crimson fingernail on his chest. "I will take my breakfast at your
house. Tomorrow morning."
He frowned at the determined woman. "But with my hundred-horsepower
hash slinger only hitting around two cylinders, there's no way I can
lay out a meal that'd suit a lady of your refined tastes, delicate
sensibilities, and huge appetite, so why don't why just ooze on over
to the Mountain Man this evening and-"
"Just this once, we shall limp along without your chef's expertise."
She picked a piece of lint off his shirt. "From what I've heard,
you're a pretty fair hand with a skillet."
Jay lowered his gaze and put on a 'aw, shucks ma'am' expression. Had
they been outside near a source of small stones, Jay would have kicked
a pebble. "My cooking ain't nothing to brag about."
"Jay, your boyish modesty is one of your most endearing qualities.
But my mind is made up. I will be at your house tomorrow, nine AM
sharp." She flashed a dazzling smile. "I like my bacon nice and
soft, my eggs scrambled, and my biscuits red-hot." Theresa got up,
glanced over Archie's shoulder at his cards. "Pair of deuces and some
trash. Oh well, make the best of it." Little flip-flops went
clickety-click. Big door went bang.
Besides having his hand exposed and his character demeaned, Archie
hated to be left out of things. Since he was three-years-old. He
laid his cards down. "Jay, I don't want to commit a kind of faux
pas , but-"
"Fox what?"
"Never mind, the point is-" Archie paused, stared blankly at the paneled wall.
Jay laid his cards aside. "So what's the point?"
Archie ran his hand though the shock of purple hair. "I
disremember." Mentally backing up one step at a time, he retraced his
verbal tracks. "Oh yeah, I don't want to make any social blunder, so
tell me straight out. Am I or am I not I invited to this greasy,
gut-busting, calorie-packed breakfast at your place?"
"You're always welcome at my place, friend."
*
The man opened the door to his darkroom. A laugh bellowed out of his
body, but not one filled with mirth. Three fully-developed colour
photographs lay on front of him. All had the same background as the
New Olympia Mall.
The first featured a short, brunette girl in the middle of a group of
friends. A light grey colour encircled her body. Despite what an
amateur may think, the man had been in the business long enough to
know what was worth going for. The girl was to useless to be of any
help. The grey outline signified her as a mediator. The lightness of
the barely perceptible shade proved she was of approximately 1/12
mediator - no power and merely superstitious.
The second photo was of two elderly ladies. Despite what the man's
hopes had been, there was no aura around them. This classifies this
as just normal mundane.
The third photograph, however, was the one of interest. Outlined in
such a big, strong, powerful, pink-purple hue, it appeared as if the
teenage girl in focus was glowing.
The man pushed the first two pictures into the overfilling garbage can
beside his desk. They did not interest him anymore. Picking up the
remaining one, he tenderly ran his finger alongside the purple hue.
"Better than I had ever dreamed of. I've certainly hit the jackpot
this time. Such a rare specimen, one of the world's finest I'm sure -
and here in quiet New Olympia! So young, so fragile, so innocent.
Probably doesn't even realize her powers, and much less the power and
depth of them."
Looking around him, he called to his short assistant who always seemed
to be in the vicincy when needed. "Ah, Dr. Schmit, fetch the newest
map of New Olympia. Up-to-date, clear, and precise. You understand?"
Dr. Schmit gave a barley perceptible nod.
"Good, good, and hurry up about it." Dr. Schmit hurried away.
Once again a loud cackle erupted from the man. All he had to do was
get his hands on her. That couldn't be too hard. Like swatting at a
fly lying still. Or shooting a bird sitting on a branch. Yes, it
wouldn't be hard at all.
*
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Wow, the world never seizes to amaze. I'm updating "More Than One".
Miracles do happen. Some good J/T fluff in here, and for A/A fans I
am proud to announce that all I have to do is type up my oneshot and:
ta-da! My first A/A oneshot is complete. Promises it will be nice
and fluffy! Oh and listen SRY SRY SORRY! I have been away at camp and not able to review any stories. I wish I was here, now Ficwads up again, and if I haven't reviewed any stories which I should have (which is most of them) plz mention it in review and I will get right on it. K, luv ya all, don’t own it of course, LOL, well, I've kept you waiting long enough (only a few
months) so here we go...
*
Archie groaned and rolled over. His alarm clock hadn't even rung
yet. Why was had he already woke up? Grimacing at the amount of
energy it took, he reached out a hand and to grab his clock and view
the time. 7:10. Aww, not as early as it felt. Good thing it was a
weekday...
"Ahhh!" screamed Archie leaping out of bed, stubbing his toe on the
pile of stuff covering the floor. It was Saturday, the day of the
week where people in their right minds slept in. It was also the day
Archie had personalized aerobic training with Ares. The god of war
was not going to be happy seeing his pupil's face show up late.
"Stupid excuse for an alarm clock. Doesn't even go off when I set
it'." Archie grumbled, making an attempt to rub his toe and get
dressed at the same time. Not one of his best ideas. Stumbling
trying to get his pants on he crashed into the bedside table, knocking
the aggravating instrument to the ground.
"Ha, serves it right" as the boy fled from his room.
*
Theresa sat at the kitchen table alone, concentrating on her bowl of
Cheerios drowning in chocolate milk. Unbrushed strawberry hair
tumbled over her shoulders, showing the slightest signs of bedhead.
Thunk -thump. Thunk-thump.
The sound of footsteps startled the psychic as she swivelled her head
from the mass of liquid and rings to the descending person.
"Oh, hello Archie. What are you doing up? I guess Ares didn't tell you-"
"What are you talking about girl? I have aerobic training in three
minutes. Ares will have my head on a platter if I'm not there on time."
The bedraggled boy started tearing open cupboards looking for
something to eat on the go which Herry hadn't already demolished.
"But, he told me to-" Theresa began.
"What? Shut up! I have to go." Archie looked at his watch. "Now!"
Terrified he yanked open the fridge door, grabbed a ruby apple, picked
up his bag in the other hand, ran out the door attempting to clean the
apple with his shirt.
Theresa sighed as her eyes followed the quickly retreating figure.
He should have listened. He's is going to be so mad! Oh well,
I'll pop by and see him later. She got up and closed the door,
then settled down to complete the task of gobbling up the nutrients in
front of her before they got soggy.
*
"Ares?"
Archie burst through the gym doors, panting, two minutes late. "Ares,
I'm sorry I slept in-" Archie looked around him. "Uhh, Ares, you
there?" The teachers bulky form was nowhere in sight.
He's probably gone to tattling to Hera. Now I'll have two gods
with anger management after me. Great I'm so dead. No wait, scratch
that. I'm past dead. Fate, you can come and take me away now.
The silence in the room was deafening. I'm waiting. Nothing
moved. Fine then, I won't go easily. I'll go down with a storm.
Along with a bashed in head and cursed by multiple ancient spells.
Stop it, you're just making matters worse. Yah, if that is possible.
Archie picked up his gym bag and trudge back to the doors. Turning
behind him he started to close the double doors until a yellow Post-It
note caught his eye.
Archie;
If you're reading this than I guess I must not
have found you and Theresa must not have
told you. I am at a Monthly General Meeting with the gods. But
this doesn't mean you get to slack off. Don't lay
off work. -Ares
"Arg!" He crumpled up the offensive note and ripped it into pieces.
He didn't know which was worse, the fact he'd busted his butt to get
over here and had to get up way to early for nothing, or the fact Ares
couldn't yell at him for being late.
Standing alone in the silent hallway, Archie's train of thought ran
something like this:
Theresa tried to tell you.
Why didn't you listen?
Stupid sticky note.
I ran over here so fast I bet I could have beaten Atlanta.
Ares could have tried to find me.
I hate mornings.
This apple is so bruised no wonder Herry didn't eat it.
What do I do now?
His stomach quickly answered the later for him. Deciding to listen,
the boy left the school and started to walk to the nearest cafe.
*
The brunette boy sat mulling over the daily newspaper. Hearing the jangle of the door chimes, he looked over his shoulder and saw a familiar face. He beckoned the
other boy over to sit as his table and folded over the newspaper.
"Hey Archie"
"Hi Jay" What's he doing up so early on a weekend? Early birds
these days.
"What are you doing here?" Jay asked.
Growling, the purple-haired boy tossed him the fragments of a yellow
sticky note he had clutched in his palm. Across the table, Jay took
the four crushed pieces, smoothed them out, piecing the together on
the table.
Oh. Jay nodded sympathetically. Pushing the note back, he
took up his paper, signalled the waitress, and started to flip through.
Finding no more to suit his interest the paper was neatly folded and
replaced onto he table.
"And what could I get you men today?"
Archie flickered his gaze between the crisp waitress and Jay. "A few
donuts and some coffee?" On Jay's affirmative nod the waitress
tucked away her notebook and hurried to another table.
"So, what are you doing here? Archie asked his companion.
"The only edible food in the house is the end of chocolate milk and
plain Cheerios, which Theresa scooped up. Herry seems to have gone
on a hungry rampage last night."
Archie cast his eyes downward to the bruised, half-eaten apple he's
savaged from the fridge earlier that morning. The red fruit was still
clutched in his hand. He tossed it into a nearby garbage. "Tell me
about it."
Both sat their in quiet for a few seconds. The warrior had a
brainwave (or a close to one you can get at such an hour in the
morning). Feeling the pocket of the shorts he'd worn yesterday, his
hand came across the familiar rectangular shape. And while we're
sipping java and chomping down on delectable sugar-encrusted
pastries, why not enjoy a hand of free straight poker? He didn't have
to twist Jay's arm all that hard.
Archie checked his hand, asked for three cards. Jay dealt them, and
gave himself two. They were concentrating on doughnuts and coffee and
probabilities when the pretty psychic opened the door and marched
across the hardwood floor, arching an eyebrow at the purple-haired
man.
"So this is how you spend your training time? Oh wait, you don't have
it this morning."
"Who asked you?" Archie gave the girl a stony-faced look. "And
besides, I'm on my break."
Theresa rolled her eyes. "At seven thirty in the morning? No use
lying Archie."
"He's telling the honest truth," Jay stressed. "If I were forced to,
I'd be happy to testify under oath in a court of law that Archie
hasn't done a lick of work since he started his break at 10:20 last
night."
Archie shot a flake of the flinty glaze at the leader. "I know you
don't mean well - but please don't try and help me."
"Whatever you say." Jay grinned at the pretty girl. "Do you want
some coffee, or a doughnut?"
"Thank you, no."
The brunette got up, pulled out a chair. "You want us to deal you in then?"
"Unlike a certain teammate I could mention, I have work to do." She
settled herself in the seat. "Besides, I'd hate to take all your hard
cash, not to mention the IOU's."
Both men stared at the well brought-up rich girl. Archie asked the
question. "You play poker?"
Theresa laughed. "Does Sidney Crosby play hockey? Does Bill Gates
make money? Does-"
"Does she know when to put a sock in it?" Archie checked his cards.
Nuts "Aside from your
persistent desire to pester and persecute me, what are you doing here?"
"The invitation, of course."
"I never invited you," Archie grumped. "You just barged in like Aunt
Audrey at supper time, or Tilda the Hun crashing through the gates
of-"
"That's Atilla."
"Tilda the Hun was his older sister." Archie snapped. "She also had
the habit of showing up where she wasn't invited."
"Very well, enjoy your historical fantasies." Theresa answered.
"Or me through the doors of the gym this morning for no apparent reason"
"Hey, it's not my fault you wouldn't listen." The girl countered.
"I didn't know."
"Which is why you should of listened to me, which you never do."
"Half the time you don't talk sense." The stuggling boy tried to stop
slipping downhill.
"Yes, I do, you just don't listen."
"But you could have done something to attract my attention! Or at
least said it was something urgent!"
"Wrong, but whatever, if you must know I was referring to Jay's
gracious invitation." She cranked her big eyes up to full size, then
turned them on the leader.
Jay's heart skipped a few beats. "Uh...you figure I invited you here?"
"I saw your car parked outside the little cafe, cleverly deduced that
you were here with what’s-his-name, thought I'd drop in and say 'Yes,
don't mind if I do'."
Lost in her eyes, Jay heard himself saying, "Don't mind if you do what?"
"Last time I had a meal at your house, you told me to come back
whenever 'I have hankering to'. I have a hankering."
"I'd like to oblige to you." Jay's expression changed from balmy to
scattered clouds. "But Theresa, there's a small problem."
She passed a more-than-passable poker face. "Problem?"
"Our cook hasn't been cooking for the past week or so."
"I'm sorry to here that."
"You and all my hungry relatives - and don't forget my brother's chow
hounds that would fight a starving pit bull for a meaty soup bone."
He shook his head. "My relatives will use any excuse to come sniffing
around this gifted pot-and-pan banger's kitchen. But recently, Cook's
been feeling under the weather."
Theresa's poker face dissolved into a look of sympathy. "I hope she
recovers soon from whatever is ailing her."
"Oh, I'm sure Cook will come to and be feeling better by and by. In
the meantime, I'll treat you to a Wonder Woman sized dinner at the
Mountain Man bar and grill- "
"No."
"What?"
"You made me a promise and I'm calling in on it." She tapped a
crimson fingernail on his chest. "I will take my breakfast at your
house. Tomorrow morning."
He frowned at the determined woman. "But with my hundred-horsepower
hash slinger only hitting around two cylinders, there's no way I can
lay out a meal that'd suit a lady of your refined tastes, delicate
sensibilities, and huge appetite, so why don't why just ooze on over
to the Mountain Man this evening and-"
"Just this once, we shall limp along without your chef's expertise."
She picked a piece of lint off his shirt. "From what I've heard,
you're a pretty fair hand with a skillet."
Jay lowered his gaze and put on a 'aw, shucks ma'am' expression. Had
they been outside near a source of small stones, Jay would have kicked
a pebble. "My cooking ain't nothing to brag about."
"Jay, your boyish modesty is one of your most endearing qualities.
But my mind is made up. I will be at your house tomorrow, nine AM
sharp." She flashed a dazzling smile. "I like my bacon nice and
soft, my eggs scrambled, and my biscuits red-hot." Theresa got up,
glanced over Archie's shoulder at his cards. "Pair of deuces and some
trash. Oh well, make the best of it." Little flip-flops went
clickety-click. Big door went bang.
Besides having his hand exposed and his character demeaned, Archie
hated to be left out of things. Since he was three-years-old. He
laid his cards down. "Jay, I don't want to commit a kind of faux
pas , but-"
"Fox what?"
"Never mind, the point is-" Archie paused, stared blankly at the paneled wall.
Jay laid his cards aside. "So what's the point?"
Archie ran his hand though the shock of purple hair. "I
disremember." Mentally backing up one step at a time, he retraced his
verbal tracks. "Oh yeah, I don't want to make any social blunder, so
tell me straight out. Am I or am I not I invited to this greasy,
gut-busting, calorie-packed breakfast at your place?"
"You're always welcome at my place, friend."
*
The man opened the door to his darkroom. A laugh bellowed out of his
body, but not one filled with mirth. Three fully-developed colour
photographs lay on front of him. All had the same background as the
New Olympia Mall.
The first featured a short, brunette girl in the middle of a group of
friends. A light grey colour encircled her body. Despite what an
amateur may think, the man had been in the business long enough to
know what was worth going for. The girl was to useless to be of any
help. The grey outline signified her as a mediator. The lightness of
the barely perceptible shade proved she was of approximately 1/12
mediator - no power and merely superstitious.
The second photo was of two elderly ladies. Despite what the man's
hopes had been, there was no aura around them. This classifies this
as just normal mundane.
The third photograph, however, was the one of interest. Outlined in
such a big, strong, powerful, pink-purple hue, it appeared as if the
teenage girl in focus was glowing.
The man pushed the first two pictures into the overfilling garbage can
beside his desk. They did not interest him anymore. Picking up the
remaining one, he tenderly ran his finger alongside the purple hue.
"Better than I had ever dreamed of. I've certainly hit the jackpot
this time. Such a rare specimen, one of the world's finest I'm sure -
and here in quiet New Olympia! So young, so fragile, so innocent.
Probably doesn't even realize her powers, and much less the power and
depth of them."
Looking around him, he called to his short assistant who always seemed
to be in the vicincy when needed. "Ah, Dr. Schmit, fetch the newest
map of New Olympia. Up-to-date, clear, and precise. You understand?"
Dr. Schmit gave a barley perceptible nod.
"Good, good, and hurry up about it." Dr. Schmit hurried away.
Once again a loud cackle erupted from the man. All he had to do was
get his hands on her. That couldn't be too hard. Like swatting at a
fly lying still. Or shooting a bird sitting on a branch. Yes, it
wouldn't be hard at all.
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