[center][img]https://vgy.me/iZ0Syn.png[/img] & [img]https://i.imgur.com/xQRVOpA.png[/img] In [b][u][h1]Take a Look, It's In a Book![/h1][/u][/b] [b]Location:[/b] Pacific Point, CA[/center] [color=MediumOrchid]”Here we are, quiet, out of the way, and one of the coolest places in Pacific Point!”[/color] When arriving, The Wanderer couldn’t believe what he was seeing, leaving him speechless. Upon finishing their business in the street, Voyager had insisted on the time traveller to visit a library. Most of the libraries he was used to was either rubble or gutted of most of its contents. This one had been different to him. The library was modern in appearance with a glass front that exposed the literature that was inside. People inside were reading through the books, working on their laptops or flicking through the catalogue of books to determine where everything was. To a normal person, it was just your average library. To the mutant, this was something he couldn’t get his eyes off. There were more books in this one building alone that those he had seen in the whole of Pine Bluff 200 years in the future. The pair of them approached the front desk, prompting the attention of the blond, curly-haired librarian sorting returns and the puppy curled up in a blanket next to him, yipping happily at the two superheroes. “Ah, good morning...er...Voyager…” the librarian said, pausing as he took in the appearance of Wanderer. [color=MediumOrchid]“Morning, Mr. Savo!”[/color] Voyager said, reaching over to scratch the puppy behind the ears. [color=MediumOrchid]“How are you and Lee doing today?”[/color] “Fine, fine,” Mr. Savo said, not taking his eyes off the more dangerous looking of the two. “Er….who is your friend here?” [color=4682b4]”While I do not have a name to give myself,”[/color] The Wanderer started, his attention returning to the new conversation at hand. [color=4682b4]”But for simplicity, I am known as The Wanderer. The name might be familiar from the monster metahuman problem the city had a month ago, where I stopped the problem alongside the heroes Gajana and Firefox.”[/color] The time traveller looked around the building. [color=4682b4]”Actually, as we are here, I was hoping if there was any information in relation to world history and the news of the city within the past few months. Can’t say much, but I’m not from around here so any of that information would be helpful.”[/color] “Ahh, I do think I remember you from that incident. Always nice to see more heroes around here.” Mr. Savo murmured as he crossed to his computer to perform a search. “In any case, besides our historical encyclopedias, we have an archive of local and national newspapers backed up on our systems. Should help you get caught up, eh?” [color=4682b4]”That should help me get caught up a lot,”[/color] the mutant replied, a small smile forming on his usually stern face. [color=4682b4]”Thank you very much for the help.”[/color] With the information he wanted being here, The Wanderer began to walk further into the library. The number of books in this building had been more than what he had seen from the outside. As his hand touched the books, feeling like-new to his fingertips, he sighed with a sense of peace. [color=4682b4]”When I had been trying to survive back in my time,”[/color] he started, directing it to Voyager when out of earshot of everyone else in the library. [color=4682b4]”There had been only a few dozen books that were salvaged from all the buildings around our settlement. None of them had been in the same quality as these books. This will certainly help with everything that our knowledge didn’t have back then.”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]“Yeah, I came here a lot when I was figuring out stuff. It is very calming to just spend some time here, thinking.”[/color] Voyager responded, flipping through a picture-filled history text. [color=MediumOrchid]“I cannot imagine what it was like to not have all this stuff to access...though it was not very helpful when it came to understanding what I can do...or what I was...”[/color] Her voice faltered slightly before she set down the book to look at Wanderer curiously. [color=MediumOrchid]”Do you think that is why I had that vision a month ago? Because the Psionic Nexus being wanted to send me to someone who knew about what I could do?”[/color] The Wanderer looked up from the book he had picked up while Voyager had been talking to him. He immediately put down the encyclopedia and raised the now-freed right hand to his chin. He thought about the meeting he had with the Nexus. While it had given him a mission to try and find Voyager, the reason behind trying to meet it was something that he still thought about to this day. [color=4682b4]”To be frank about it,”[/color] the mutant started, both eyes looking at her. [color=4682b4]”I have no idea what the Psionic Nexus is planning or if it’s in relation to the visions you had a month ago.”[/color] Relaxing his body, The Wanderer allowed his right hand to slide down to his side. [color=4682b4]”To be honest, if it wasn’t for that psionic event you caused during the Hounds attack, I probably wouldn’t know it would have existed. But it did want me to find you for something or another. Probably to train you in psionics, seeing as you had used them like a kid with a new toy. No offense.”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]”None taken.”[/color] Voyager said, sounding understanding as she flipped through a stack of archived newspapers. [color=MediumOrchid]”I cannot exactly take classes on it, and the visions are often the least confusing parts”[/color] The Wanderer looked away, thinking about the vision Voyager kept mentioning. This vision, his chance encounter with The Psionic Nexus and its message to find her and that psionic event came from her. They were all connected in some way. [color=4682b4]”As for your vision, when did you get it? Did you also experience something like that when you were in Pacific Point a month ago?”[/color] Voyager paused, looking up from the newspaper stack thoughtfully. [color=MediumOrchid]”Ah...yeah, I think I did experience that vision a month ago. I remember, it was right when we were heading back from Lost Haven, and the whole Hounds incident. I think it happened before too, and maybe a little...after?”[/color] Voyager rubbed her temples to repress her frustration. [color=MediumOrchid]“Ech, it is so confusing. I can understand how to travel into space but I cannot decipher this vision. Is the Nexus always this….vague, with you?”[/color] [color=4682b4]”Hmmm…”[/color] The Wanderer murmured. The information on the visions was certainly more helpful to him to try and understand what Voyager was trying to figure out. [color=4682b4]”From what I can gather, these visions might be directing you to try and find the things that are in them. I think that much is evident as you did have a vision of me in them.”[/color] When referring to the Nexus, the mutant couldn’t hold back a chuckle. [color=4682b4]”To be honest, I’d be lying if I said I understand its cryptic messages. It didn’t specify why I was to find you a month ago, just told me that it was. These visions of yours, however… I do not fully think that those were from the Psionic Nexus. I could very well be wrong, though. There’s a whole lot to it that I have no idea about. The only thing I know is that it was the cause of that psychic ‘earthquake’ that happened a month ago, and I think that was just it arriving to the vicinity of this planet.”[/color] [color=MediumOrchid]”Yeah, I sort of have memories of that happening...”[/color] Voyager pondered. [color=MediumOrchid]”My vision that I have of you didn’t feel like that though, so maybe it was something else that sent it? Maybe it had something to do with that creature that was also in the vision...”[/color] The Wanderer listened to Voyager as she spoke more on the visions. The whole thing was still a bit confusing, despite knowing about the type of psionics in his future to certain individuals. For someone to give someone else visions? That was a first for him. [color=4682b4]”Well, it sounds like you have a plan of action then,”[/color] he replied. No doubt, whatever she needed to do was something she would do herself. He was only there to meet with her, as per The Psionic Nexus’s instruction. Perhaps to train her? Perhaps to band together to help stop the apocalypse from happening? For now, those answers remained elusive to him. Equally lost for any further information, Voyager glanced over at the newspapers Wanderer was sorting through, spotting the familiar shape of a anchor-wielding monster on the cover. [color=MediumOrchid]”Hey, I remember that, it is the Game Genie incident! My first time trying out my powers and helping people. I even met my first friend, Miss Pendragon and...her…”[/color] Wanderer’s mind drifted off as she began talking about an event that happened in Pacific Point before the Hound attacks. He paid no attention to her flipping through the pages like crazy. He just focused on reading the news stories of the time when the Esper family was killed to try and see what events led up to that moment. So it came to his surprise the instant a news article was shoved in front of his face, the mutant hiding none of the look. [color=MediumOrchid]“DICKENS!”[/color] Voyager shouted, prompting angry stares from the other patrons, though she could care less right now. [color=MediumOrchid]”This dragon, Dickens! He was in my vision, the one that led me to you! The Psionic Nexus or whoever sent the vision must want me to find him again!”[/color] Voyager looked like she was about twelve seconds from bouncing off the walls, she was so excited. [color=MediumOrchid]”I bet Martel would know where to find Pendragon and Dickens. He knows everything!”[/color] Voyager handed the paper back to Wanderer, pointing out the building in the background of the photograph. [color=MediumOrchid]”I have to go and find him, if you need me I’ll be around this place! This...this feels like the right thing to do. Like it is going to answer all my questions.”[/color] And with a flash of purple and an excited yelp, Voyager shot out of the library and was gone. Being bombarded with information at a very quick page, he was still focusing on processing it when she dashed off out of the library. With a confused look on his face, The Wanderer looked around to see some of the annoyed people in the library with him. Unsure with what to do now, the mutant shrugged and carried on sifting through the newspapers, carrying on with his search.