[color=yellowgreen]”Stories tell, of a tyrant of Dalentian past. He held the power to overwrite the purpose of an individual’s existence with but a single touch, make them his eternal servants…”[/color] Lataniva spoke of some kind of mysterious God-like person of their kind and explained just how their abilities generally worked. Matija listened to her as she leaned back on the war room’s table with crossed arms. She was no psionic but the matters of the mind intrigued her so the other woman was somewhat of an interest to her at the moment. 

[color=burlywood]”So your guy is like- uh- space Hitler? For us at least. Sounds like living in his time sucked. Glad that we’re past the whole ‘your brain is belong to us’ phase. God.”[/color] Matija shook her head. [color=burlywood]”But as this one guy said to me ‘Ja. You lose the muscles that you don’t use so don’t forget to use your head!’”[/color] she said, in a manner that almost mocked someone that wasn’t quite there.

[color=burlywood]”Aaannywaaay… wanna try and find the bathroom with me or something? I didn’t really pay attention to the orientation earlier and I’m dying to feel water on my skin,”[/color] said the siren as she rubbed her palms together only to feel disgust at the dryness of her skin.  Then, the door hissed open, instinctively calling her attention.

There was a man. An augmented man. He just nodded at them an briskly left the room without a word. [color=burlywood][i]”odd…”[/i][/color] she thought to herself. [color=burlywood][i]”He looked like he just came in to his parents room and saw them… well… at least he seemed handsome. Ish.”[/i][/color] Matija giggled to herself before following Lataniva out in search of the washrooms that she had been longing for. 

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