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Seeing that Nick couldn't speak for himself Estella took the opportunity to communicate to Devika's mind like the others. "[color=aqua][u]Sorry if I am intruding. Nicholas cannot speak right now but I can communicate his thoughts to you if you would like. I guess I am his interpreter of sorts.[/u][/color]" Well at least she was able to be useful for once. So far she had felt rather useless up until this point.
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[quote=@knight125]
After Connor hung up on him, Anthony stares blankly at his reflection on the screen of his phone. The ever alert, positively furious eyes staring back at him seem completely out of place when framed by a haggard face, disheveled hair, and the baggy eyelids of a man who hadn't slept for days. [i]Stark,[/i] he mutters quietly, [i]somehow you've always lived up to my expectations, so don't fail me now. And God help you if you do."[/i] He stands up, joints creaking in protest, and stares at his latest creation as it lays motionless on a cold, sterile, metal table. [i]Worst case scenario, I've rectified one of my mistakes.[/i]

As John finishes teaching a body sparring class, his cell phone starts buzzing intently and continues for a solid five minutes. With a sigh, he dismisses the students and walks to his desk. After a quick glance at the phone, his face grows pale and he rushes to the nurse's station. Bursting through the door , he looks around wildly and asks no one in particular, "Where is she?"
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Devika nodded to Estella, blinking a few times in obvious confusion. It was odd, hearing someone else in her mind. "Very well, then." She hoped the telepath wouldn't get any sort of weird feedback from her empathy. "Nick, please, tell me what happened. It seems that only today you were helping me in the gym, and-" She reached to touch him, and stopped herself. With a faint sigh, she tightened her glove, steeled herself, and laid her hand over Nicholas'. "Please, what can I do to help?"

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Kijani groaned low in her sleep, her body trying to fight. 

Connor was strapped to a lab table. The acrid stink of fresh blood, and the nauseating, overwhelming odor of bleach was making Kijani choke for breath. Connor was crying, Connor was yelling at her.

"Kijani, why? Why did you let this happen? How could you do this to me?!" Kijani couldn't move, couldn't avert her eyes.

"Why? Why?! WHY? WHY?! [b]WHY?![/b]"

Kijani jerked awake in her sleep, thrashing, fighting. The room was hospital white, and she smelled medicine, and that was all her mind needed to throw her into panic mode. She started to scream, and everything with paper bigger than a business card started to move violently.