[color=00a99d][b][h3]Ayel Rozenfeldt[/h3][/b][/color]

The girl. Heidi had begun to speak about scientific matters, and what caused humankind to refer as their kind of abilities as mutations. Ayel had an upturn at the corner of his mouth as he listened to her, allowing the young girl to speak as much as she desired. After all, to listen was more important than to talk at times. And sure enough she did provide him with answers he desired. Information about her particular powers, knowing about them was something which Ayel found very important. Heidi's powers had manifested in the forms of photographic memory and a perfect recall, aswell as being a very fast thinker, her mind capable of memorizing things only once then being able to remember it forever.

Such particular a power could be utilized in many useful ways, to breach into places locked away. But more importantly, the words spoken would never be forgotten. How suceptable was this girl to the flow of information passing by her? How much of humanity's cruelty could she watch before she would despise all of them and consider their existance an abomination? That was questions which still had no answers. Though time would certainly reveal plenty.

[i][color=00a99d]You could be of much use to the world that is about to be born... Heidi.[/color][/i] He thought to himself

[b][color=00a99d]"Alcohol? You seem a tad too young to drink. Though I won't tell anyone about that. Your gift is a great one, Heidi. But for whom and what do you intend to use it?"[/color][/b] He offered a warm smile at that, tilting his head to the side abit. 

[b][color=00a99d]"The X-men huh?"[/color][/b] Ayel nodded slowly with his head, then turned his gaze to the figure that had appeared behind Heidi.

[b][color=00a99d]"My my, seems that I was not the only one being followed."[/color][/b] He proclaimed softly, as he heard Heidi greet the boy. His eyes set on Jason, not in an hostile manner, but very calculating one. 

[i][color=00a99d]Now what's this then? A friend of hers? Such a fierce gaze you have boy, I wonder what power you bear? Ruby Eye... [/color][/i]

[b][color=00a99d]"That's quite the ruby eyed gaze you have there... Jason? You may call me Ayel, I am a simple gardener in the area who'd happened to come by the equally curious gazing Aya, standing out there in the open with that unmistakable look in her eyes."[/color][/b] He offered a courteus bowing motion with his free arm, still holding unto Aya with the other. Having greeted the boy, the blonde haired man took a slight inhale before blowing the air out through his mouth. 

[b][color=00a99d]"A message in your head? And for the havoc over yonder? What makes you come to such a conclusion? Do I seem to be the kind whose capable of doing such a thing? But it is certainly refreshing to see someone whom cares deeply for their dear friends. We could use alot more of that in our world." [/color][/b] Ayel did not approach Jason, as he was still holding unto Aya he stayed put. But he did indeed make careful note of the boy's reactions and behaviour. This boy, Jason believed he was the one whom had sent the message out to him. That was true. Though telling them outright, in this moment and time would not benefit those whose voices yet had to be heard. In the worst case it could alert those whom would try to prevent those voices from being heard. Were he to leave these two pondering on the possiblity if it was him or not, they would surely try make it to the meeting spot to find out. Young people tend to be so very, very curious and would like himself seek out the truth.

The truth was often to be prefered than living a life in an illusion, a lie, a charade, like the fairytale of a storyteller or the poison which even Heidi herself had consumed. That which clouds most minds, take them to a place other than here, to a time other than now. Putting them into their own little dream world, where they make their escape to instead of stepping forth and tackling the real world before them. That is why such illusions must be shattered, even if the truth may be grim and hurtful. It is still the truth, and people do crave it. For no one want to wake up, realizing it was all just a dream. A sweet poisonous dream, which would repeat itself over and over again until they would run out of time.

Ayel was under the belief himself that the time of action was about to begin, it was enough of sitting around and not doing anything to make the world better. To make the world, into that very dream they've all wished for. That the new mankind wished for. That world without wars. The utopia. Yet all cannot get aboard the ark and thus must vanish along with the old tainted world. Fire was seen as a destroyer, but it also the tool of purification and renewal. Burning down the old withered things, so that new growth could take it's place.

The future would always be better than the past. Because people always strive to climb higher, to reach further ahead and go as far as possible. And those whom could do it the best was none other than them. The chosen ones.