[b]URIEL ATTICUS: LOCATION - AUDITORIUM[/b]

There was a way out. The lady out front said so herself. Uriel felt his heart tighten, a smile forcing the corners of his lips upwards. He wasn’t going to be a lab rat for the rest of his days! Sure it would take a few years if what Nilin said was anything to go by, but Uriel was a quick learner. He’d already figured out the sensor part of his powers in a week! He could feel Mara’s stinging finger, Irina and [s]Shirtless[/s] Abel’s headaches, and gauge the severity of their pain. Speaking of which, should he do something about those headaches? His mentor stated that his full set of powers was “pain manipulation” so maybe he could tune the sensation down for others? Could he do that yet? Maybe later, right now he wanted to listen.

[i][color=00aeef]Can you really trust that lady's words?[/color][/i]

Uriel shushed and quickly derailed that train of thought. False hope was better than having none at all. Desperation was the only thing directing his actions here. With the joyful possibility of freedom in the air, Uriel sat back and enjoyed Nilin’s light show. Wow, she was really giving them the ol’ razzle dazzle. He felt the usual curiosity and wonder burst from his chest. The smile on his face grew into an amazed gawp.

[color=00aeef]“So you do illusions then?”[/color] he asked eagerly.

Was it illusion or matter manipulation? Hopefully not the latter. The ability to alter the nature of energy itself was terrifying. An Oppenheimer kind of terrifying. If it really was energy manipulation and not illusion…

[i][color=00aeef]Maybe it was a good thing she got captured for rehabilitation then.[/color][/i]

As soon as Uriel thought those words he felt a nasty mixture of guilt and disgust. But he couldn’t deny the reason behind it. He wouldn’t dwell on it for long though, there was this weird sensation in his head, kind of like another-

[i][color=ed145b]Uriel![/color][/i]

[color=00aeef]“Geh!”[/color] The teen jolted in his seat, hoping he wouldn’t get weird looks for the show of surprise. That was Irina, wasn’t it? In his head. Guess she was learning to do some other funky brain stuff with her powers. She didn’t hear what he thought about Nilin earlier did she? He didn’t need someone he’ll spend the next couple of years hating him any further. Time to start some distraction banter.

[color=00aeef][i]Atticus to Ivanov here,[/i][/color] he thought-said, doing his best mock pilot voice, [i][color=00aeef]testing out the communication lines. Do you copy? Over.[/color][/i]