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

[b][color=00a99d]"Just like this door, you seem quite unhinged. This place? Nocturne. I am a hunter, and you are the hart of the operation. Jumping all the day to your deer den, thinking it will keep you safe from the purging fire raging outside."[/color][/b] Ayel gave a slight smirk, as he gradually moved into the room, floating forwards slowly through the air. He attempted to circle his way around the room, to put one of the walls to his back to put himself in what he determined an advantageous position. Sight to both his target, the doorway with it's missing door and the window with sight down to the floor below.

[b][color=00a99d]"I think you do know what I am doing here. And we are talking, I just prefer standing. Or floating if that's more appropriate. If Una here is nay a prisoner, then you are surely not to stop her from accompanying me are you?"[/color][/b] He was not intending on sitting down by the table with someone who'd could easily shoot him under the table or use other underhanded means of gaining an upper hand. He had to keep his eyes on the man's hands.

Ayel began to quickly try figure the man and his possible plan out. This man had picked up his telepathic message, meaning indeed that he was not human. Allthough he had humans working under him, well armed humans. Meaning either he or whom he served had alot of money, and enough intel to find these people. Even more so have them obey without question, knowing fully well what they've gotten themselves into. So they had little trouble opening fire on those of his ilk and even children.

Yet despite that, relying on humans rather than mutant allies told Ayel enough. It meant that he was most likely the only mutant working for this particular cause, as he fully knew that there were a ton of mutants albeit young heading to try rescue their comerade. The man, despite his fine clothing seems to not be the one pulling the strings, these fully grown men would have trouble following a man without any form of backup. Even more so if they know of what he was. The one pulling the strings were likely a human. A wealthy human. With connections in the underground.

The target. The girl Una was seemingly not taken because of a desire to claim only her, neither would all these humans be able to handle a group of young angry mutants. No, this was an attempt to drive someone in particular here. A young mutant? A teacher? There has to be a connection to this girl. Likely someone to where revenge were to be delivered. But for a revenge there had to be a wrongdoing. What was that wrongdoing? Something to the puppeteer, whom would have no trouble at all in taking a mutant under his wing? No. There had to be a stronger reason. 

The blonde began to realize the possibility of the origin and plan of the pale man. He was no mutant, neither were he human. For what mutant would so willingly ally themselves with humans to attack their own kind in such a manner? No. He was possibly one of the disgusting results of humanitys great desire to claim stars that were never theirs to begin with. This man's hatred is likely for someone he never knew, or knew too much. His father. In a matter of looking at it most likely, this man curses his own existance and the blood in his veins, being a hound to the man who'd loosened his shackles. The puppeteer. The creator.

He or she would have to be found later. For now...

This pale skinned man.


[b][color=00a99d]"Your odd skin and appearance, ever questioned it? You... you were not born, you were in fact created. A clone. A weapon for humankind. Perhaps even a defect one, in their insane dream of progress they didn't care if they should, only that they've could. With memories that are not even your own. Your sole purpose in this world is following the path someone else have set you upon. Do you even know whom? Does it anger you? It should. But your anger is misplaced."[/color][/b] Ayel said in a matter of fact kind of voice. 

[b][color=00a99d]"A man without past nor future, at least if you are going to continue about that way. There will ultimately be nay bridges left for you to burn, and nay revenge nor truth which can ease your suffering. But even you desire the truth, don't you? Nay matter how grim it be." [/color][/b]

He didn't know if he was right in his assumption, in the worst case the man could presume that Ayel was able to pry into the minds of others to take their precious hidden compartments and reveal them. The man did know that Ayel could indeed sent telepathic messages, being able to read minds was another talent. Not one which Ayel possessed himself, nor ever would be able to do. Sometimes perhaps you didn't have to, just chose the right approach and couple it with deception or truth. Depending on which you'd chose to believe in. If the man would break down, then Ayel would not only have rescued a fellow kin but found another weapon of humanity to turn against them.

Allthough he did realize that this situation had become much more dangerous than he had first thought, he had expected only foolish humans but had come into something which were not human. This man was surely dangerous and was not to be taken lightly, thus he had to do all in his power to turn the area to his advantage and the other conditions. The man knew he was capable of telepathy, but Ayel did not know a thing about the man's powers. They could be just about anything.

[color=00a99d][b]"As to whom I am. I am Beacon. I offered my body and soul to the cause of the oppressed, I'd hate to add yours to the offering, but if you'd try stop me leaving with Una, then I have little choice in the matter. Come here will you, Una?"[/b][/color]

Ayel asked and at that point the static interuption came. Something was happening. Something was coming. No. Someone. Friend or foe? The telepath was prepared for the worst, Heidi was still downstairs and many of the men would soon enough likely make their way upstairs due to all the shooting or run back down to the sound of... a motorbike?