[b]URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: ROOM 8 (URIEL'S ROOM) TO AUDITORIUM[/b]

Uriel barely glanced up from the scientific journal he was skimming as Elisa’s cheery voice rang through the facility. Not that he was absorbing much of it anyway. Too many big words. Maybe if he took biology he would have understood more. Plus the upbeat jam he was listening to thanks to the Bluetooth speaker in his room wasn’t helping with his concentration. For now, he’d have to rely on the medical encyclopedias he’d gotten from Julia and slowly make his way through those. It would take some time but if he was going to be honest, he probably had all the time in the world. The encyclopedias and science journals rested in a bookshelf in the corner of his room, already taking up a third of the allocated space. Uriel wondered if this was some sort of compensation for having all the mirrors and anything vaguely resembling glassware removed from his quarters. 

The brown haired teen stuffed the remaining three-quarters of the blueberry muffin he was eating into his mouth before flipping the magazine upside down and shaking off the crumbs that had fallen onto it… and then brushing the crumbs off his bed and onto the carpeted floor. Meh, someone would come in and vacuum it later. Uriel had still yet to spot the mysterious people who would perform his house-cleaning duties, but he’d catch them someday! Spending a week in this facility didn’t remove any of the mysteries surrounding it. At least his powers got cleared up a bit. Julia didn’t divulge much information throughout the week about the training methods they would use but Uriel had his suspicions. In the mean time, he did his own training using his fellow prisoners. 

The sensory part of his abilities was usually honed in the gym, trying to sense muscle exertion from a reasonable distance. He worked out that his maximum sense distance was around five metres so the boy could often be spotted on one of the exercise bikes near either the punching bags or the weight bench, almost always reading a science journal in an attempt to appear nonchalant in the presence of sweaty, sculpted teenagers. Of course, this meant that his legs were almost always incredibly sore but it was a small price to pay for the knowledge he was gaining.

Uriel arrived at the auditorium, taking a deep breath to belt out a hearty “Goooooood mooooorniiiiiiiing”, but catching himself in time to see that the Irina girl had already arrived. Phew, that was a close one. He wouldn’t be making that careless mistake again, if what he’d heard about her abilities were true. Mara was conversing with her, looking concerned. Huh, Mara. She could be useful with his power training. She was quite the klutz, which meant plenty of sensations for Uriel to observe. Plus, it was always nice to have more pals.

[color=ed145b]“I’m sorry. I had a rough night, how’s your hand doing?”[/color]

Man, that was a bummer. Uriel sat himself next to Mara but spoke to Irina. He could sense that Mara’s finger still stung a little but chose not to say anything about it.

[color=00aeef]“Yeah, sounds like it’s been rough. Maybe we could all sleep in the cafeteria or something, put some distance between you and the thoughts. Or you could ask our ever-so-accommodating captors to dope you hard enough to shut down your brain activity for a few hours,”[/color] Uriel chimed good-naturedly.

Yikes, that went very dark, very quickly. 

[color=00aeef]“Uhh… I mean, sorry to hear about your problem,”[/color] he said in a genuinely remorseful tone.

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