[u][i]Deborah Lillian Termellio.[/i][/u] --- The door of Deborah's car slamming announced her arrival at the Mean Bean Machine. Putting out one foot at a time, Deborah got out of her car, standing tall, and took in a breath of air. Ah, she could smell the coffee cooking from out here! With one button-press, the beeping of her car announced that it was locked and she stuffed the keys into her pocket. She placed both hands into the pockets of her coat as she walked up, whistling a tune to herself as she absentmindedly proceeded to the doors of the cafe. She'd wonder who was here. This spot was frequented by a variety of people that she knew. Because who wouldn't love such a place? Cheap and tasty coffee, and a viable hang out. And the name was just brilliant. Mean Bean Machine, Mean Bean Machine... She just [i]loved[/i] the name! The last plus for Deborah was the people that showed up there. Of all shapes, sizes, and [i]stories[/i]. Even if she's observing, her power will simply tell her about people. What they want, what they're here for, and why. Maybe today she'll find a new face to show.... Speaking of faces, Deborah herself has found herself a familiar one. Holly Baless. The Angel. A girl, a few years younger than Deborah, blonde hair, freckles, kinda cute, and most importantly a friend of Deborah's. Despite their age difference, they got along swimmingly. Deborah attributed it to the fact that they have similar ideals, despite a [i]slight[/i] difference here and there - didn't matter. All Deborah knew was that she had someone to talk to. And without her annoying little siblings to interfere, it seemed all too good of a deal. So, with that out of the way, Deborah walked over to Holly, a warm smile on her face. "Hey, Holly," Deborah greeted the girl, "Getting some coffee? Mind if I join you? My treat" A generous offer, she had enough spare cash to buy for two. What Deborah really wanted to do was talk to somebody, and Holly was that somebody. Tossing a little money away didn't matter all that much to her. --- [u][i]Henry Olin, & Shannon Jacqueline Balore.[/i][/u] [i](Written in collaboration with Jazzy)[/i] --- [hider=Psychonauts - Agent Cruller's Sacred Hall][youtube]RzseE_0Zo3w[/youtube][/hider] It's hard seeing him like this. Once a proud man reduced to.... Shannon didn't know what he had become. A memory? An echo? Didn't matter because she hated coming here, to see her [i]father[/i] in such a terrible state. Even though their relationship was not... ideal. The room where her father was in a coma. Connected to machines, they beeped over and over again, a reminder of what happened. Shannon herself was standing over his bed. A big man, red hair, a bit overweight, and had a thick busy beard. Shannon let out a sigh, the room was placed at just the right spot that the bright sun shined into the room. It reflected off her glasses somewhat. [i]Why?[/i] Why is she here? When such a place is nothing more than a depressing sight. Shannon looked down at her outfit - a usual red dress, somewhat sparkly, made by her own power. It went down to her knees, leaving a gap of exposed skin between the hemm of her dress and her boots. The other man in her room... Ah, yes. The reason [i]why[/i] she's here. "You called me here?" Shannon asked Henry as she crossed her arms. Her tone was laced with venom, merely because she wasn't [i]in the mood[/i]. "Out with it, then. I wonder why you were so [i]insistent[/i] on me coming [i]here[/i] today out of all places...." Shannon followed it up with another statement. She was the least bit pleased. They could have called Cassidy, but that whore is probably drunk off whiskey and anti-depressants. "Good to see you too." Henry replied, rolling his eyes. Of all people he had to be the one to deal with this. It was Shannon, a level six! Nothing a well trained agent couldn't handle. But noooooo they had to have one of their more powerful agents show because 'you dont have to wear clothes if it comes down to it!' or some other bullhonkey that his boss came up with. He shook his head. "Okay, you're smart, right?" he questioned. "Lets play a game of putting two and two together. Me, a NEST agent, called you, a meta human, here to see your comatose father." He said. "I'll give you a hint because you're just frickin' special. We ALLLL HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!" he said, waving his gargantuan arms up in the air, causing his claws to lightly tap the ceiling. He crossed his arms, and allowed his yellow reptilian eyes to fall upon Shannon. "Nice dress by the way. It new?" "Congratulations," Shannon started off, with a half-cocked grin, and clapped her hands toogether, and kept them that way. "You are on your way to winning the award for the most [i]professional[/i] NEST agent there is...." Shannon rolled her eyes as she shifted her weight to one hip, and placed her hand on said hip. She didn't appreciate the blatant, and quite frankly, unfunny, sarcasm. What she was asking was for lizard-boy to get to the point instead of trying to be funny, but not all people can be helpful, now can they? She rolled her eyes again. So, instead of telling her, she has to piece it together? "Letme take a guess when I say-" .... Aaaaaaaand of course Lizard-boy just [i]has[/i] to interrupt her. Yes... she wondered how did NEST get credited for saving the whole so many times if they employ the likes of him. "Aaaaaand times up." Henry said. "Your dad is displaying readings. Meta human energy as you probably didn't gather from the advanced equipment over right next to his bed." He said, nodding his head over to the more advanced gear to his side. Most NEST agents, especially those of his caliber, were equipped with basic energy tracking software in their wrist-gauntlet things (he could never figure out their names but it had a bunch of random do-hickies in it). "I'm off duty right now, they called me to deal with you because you happen to be slightly too high in level for anyone else, who's in town, to deal with at the moment." he replied. "Now that we've finished our little game show I'm here to ask you a few questions and try to answer any questions you might have." he said. Her father... a Meta-human? Interesting... Very interesting. But unexpected. Suddenly, he develops powers while in a coma, and what was more interesting was that his only two daughters were Meta-humans. Perhaps it was something that ran in the family? Shannon wasn't an expert when it comes to powers herself... aside from the power she had herself. The ability to manipulate fabrics, a power that she had been practicing for years, and had since she was a little girl. But what was his power? Shannon ignored Henry's first statement and went straight to the questions sections. She crossed her arms again, and looked straight at Henry (Which was hard. He's ugly). She responded, "Very well. I hadn't expected him to develop powers.... Do you know what powers he has?" "That's actually one of the questions I wanted to ask you." He said. "We know he HAS a power, but we're not entirely sure what of yet. My main question would be on whether or not your family has a history of displaying your... affinity to fashion. I mean, I guess I could just look it up in our databanks, but I'd much rather ask you than play NSA." he said. "After that, feel free to ask anything you might be curious about. I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability." An affinity to fashion? No, not really. Her father worked his back off as a surgeon, and her mother (Not his wife) was... she honestly didn't remember. Not even Blathnat displayed such an affinity. Perhaps he was searching for an inherent link? It made sense. While NEST was a powerful organization that regulated all Meta-humans, they had no real way to get information about powers other than observation, and being told. "The easy answer is no. Not even Blathnat displayed a powerset remotely similar to mine." With that out of the way, Shannon turned her head back towards her father. "And to tell you the truth, I don't have any questions to ask [i]you[/i]." Because, she only have questions for her father, and she would only ask him those questions.... Shannon sighed. Maybe once - no, really, [i]IF[/i] - he wakes up. "Are we done here Agent Olin? Me and Blathnat have things to do." Henry told her that she was clear to go, and Shannon walked out the room to go find her little sister.... --- [u][i]Shannon & Blathnat "Sugar" Balore.[/i][/u] --- Shannon told her to wait in the waiting room (And don't talk to anyone), so that was exactly what Sugar was doing. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.... Waiting was starting to get boring. All she was doing here was sitting in this chair, kicking her legs back and forth. At least Shannon gave her a juice box, but that was running out. A loud slurping sound was made as she finally reached the bottom. Sugar pouted, and tightly crossed her arms over her chest. It was annoying that she had to come here... and not even be told [i]why[/i] she was here. Hospitals were for sick people? Sugar isn't sick, and she believed that Shannon isn't sick. It made Sugar's head hurt thinking about it. At least she has Sir Reginald, her knight in shining armor, standing over her. There he was, floating above her head, invisible to everyone but her. Her guardian. He who never faltered. Who saved her. He made her feel safe. Her Imaginary Friend, and easily the one person Sugar herself could really call a friend. Oooooooh, perhaps they'll have a little bit of fun? Because that's what friends do. Hmm... Sir Reginald can tell her what people are thinking about. Oh, maybe that'll be fun. The girl didn't understand that it was an invasion of privacy, merely that she found the insight fun. Sugar turned her head towards her invisible follower, and sent him a telepathic message. [i]Tell me what people are thinking about.[/i] With that, she waited for him to tell her something. Sir Reginald turned towards a random woman, in her twenties, and had black hair. He scanned her mind, and got the immediate thoughts in her head, and deemed it safe for Sugar, before transmitting it to her: [i][indent]Just a little longer... my father will pull through this...[/indent][/i] Huh? This woman's thoughts weren't that interesting to the little girl. Perhaps reading thoughts wasn't as fun as she thought. Sugar pouted again, bored. Hoping that something will come up soon... "Blathnat." Shannon said as she walked up to Sugar. "... It's[i] Sugar[/i]!" The girl said, annoyed that somebody used her embarrassing real name. "We've been over this... that is your name..." Shannon asked her, "... but, are you ready to go?" "Yes, please." Sugar said, immediately getting up off the chair. She headed straight for the door as Shannon (and Sir Reginald) followed behind her.