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[h3][color=7ea7d8]Ailís Muirgheal Doyle[/color][/h3]
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Ailís felt her mouth fall slack and gape open as Lady Morgana finished delivering her speech. The sensation of competition that now animated the dimly lit auditorium made the young hypnokinetic swallow hard, thick saliva coating her throat, a few coarse cookie crumbs scratching it. [i][color=7ea7d8]Protect your pen at all cost[/color][/i], she repeated to herself hesitantly. Something told her it wouldn’t be easy, and when the auditorium doors opened to reveal a swell of I-Men, her feeling was confirmed. Without skipping a beat, she shoved the pen deep into her sock, wiggling around frantically until the cool metal tickled her toes. It was smushed deep within her shoe and sock now. Sure, it probably wasn’t the best idea, but there wasn’t time for Ailís to sculpt out a master plan--not with only an hour to reach the dock.

With the notebook tucked under her shirt and the bracelet now clasped tightly around her left wrist, Ailís jumed out of her seat and scurried to the aisle. She kept one arm tight around her torso to keep the black notebook in place, the fabric enfolding the electronic device rubbing against her sensitive skin. No doubt it would be inflamed in a matter of minutes. As she maneuvered around other students, she squealed apologies whole-heartedly. Despite the surge that was sending her running, there was always time for manners, wasn’t there? Before Ailís could answer her own question, she caught sight of one of the I-Men, fully zoned in on her. It stood two yard away, and its large, centered eye made Ailís’ knees wobble. Would her ability work on these...things? Just as she began to reach out with her own mind, the gray body lunged at her--

[i][color=ed1c24]"Everyone get down!”[/color][/i] someone shouted nearby. Impulsively, Ailís dropped down and clutched an aisle seat with her free hand, the blue textile grainy to the touch. Fire erupted over the I-man that had his arms outstretched to Ailís, one of its hand inches from her face. She watched with wide eyes as it melted in on itself. How long would it stay that way? Ailís did not want to find out.

Brushing stringy hair out of her eyes, Ailís sprang out of her crouching position and started towards the entrance once more. [i][color=7ea7d8]Protect the pen[/color][/i], she reminded herself, flinging herself faster than she would have liked, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. The sound of the auditorium was blurry noise now. How could it have gotten so chaotic so fast? Maybe this World Journey thing wasn’t as exciting as she had previously thought. Nonetheless, she still needed to get to the dock. As she closed in on an exit, she felt another I-man close behind. She glanced over her shoulder, her breath chafing her throat, and tried to focus. Did these things work like humans? There was only one way to find out.

Ailís reached out carefully with her mind, disregarded the splashes of attentiveness she felt throughout the room, and sensed waves from the I-man’s brain. They were extremely level, unlike any she had perceived before, but now was no time to experiment. She urged signals to the organism’s brain, hushing alpha activity and manipulating an increase in delta wave activity. At the same time, she smiled as she felt the base of the I-Man’s brain send signals to his spinal cord--the same signals that stiffened a person during sleep. While Ailís didn’t sense dreams spouting from the I-man, she felt the next best thing: Sleep Paralysis. It was temporary, but it was a relief. 

Sweat dampened Ailís’ tightened brow, and her pale bangs stuck to her forehead as she left the I-Man in her dust. Her legs began to ache as she left the auditorium behind; she had never been into much physical activity, and it was showing. The tire that wore her down as she slowed to catch her breath evaporated as she remembered she still had to get to the dock. Though Ailís didn’t quite recall where it was, there were several students scattered about the campus, all moving in the same direction. She would just have to trust them on this. After making a quick scan for I-Men and paralyzing one from a distance, Ailís scampered after the students warily. The silly pen she was trying to protect rubbed against her foot, taunting her.