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[center][h1][color=Moccasin]Isabella Françai[/color] & [color=mediumorchid]Christoph Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Isabella and Saville's Home (London; Englnd) & Rivera Family Home (West Vancouver; Canada).
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Each Other.[/sup][/center]
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[color=mediumorchid]"Isabella? This is Christoph, from Canada. I wouldn't normally bother you like this, but I'm afraid I've run into a bit of a hard to explain emergency and you're the only person I know who might be able to help."[/color]

[color=Moccasin]"..Christoph..?"[/color]

Christoph... A frown crossing her features, her tired mind eventually catching up to the conversation, Isabella's free hand hit the mattress. Her body shifting slightly over the bed until she was able to sit herself up. Her back resting against the headboard as she took a moment to rub at her face. Reaching over to flick her lamp on only once she was comfortable and a little more awake, [color=Moccasin]"..Christoph Tanner..? Hi... yeah, sure, I'll do my best... what do you need..?[/color]

Chris took a breath to prepare himself for a lengthy explanation. [color=mediumorchid]"So, I'm sure you've seen news reports about people who disappeared a while back having returned with new abilities. Well, a... friend of mine has a form of precognition, where she draws future events. One of her recent drawings is... unsettling, but detailed enough that with some help, we might be able to find out more and warn somebody ahead of time. The only person I know who can help spread this around and find someone who knows the location is you."[/color]

It was [i]definitely[/i] too early in the morning for this type of conversation... but Christoph was one of the most talented artists she had ever met, not to mention one of the most polite gentlemen she'd had the pleasure of meeting. He was a good man, and a good friend; and lack of sleep or not, she wasn't going to turn down helping him out when it seemed as though he needed her, [color=Moccasin]"Uh, okay, okay... hang on a second."[/color]

Throwing the covers back, her body twisting as she did so, Belle's feet hit the ground. Taking a moment to get up and stretch before she brought the phone back down to rest against her ear. Already on the move. If they were going to have a serious conversation such as this, she was going to need a cup of tea...

[color=Moccasin]"I... well, yes, I mean... I have been made aware of the people who vanished for a time. I-... I was one of them. Though I wasn't aware that a number of them were gaining abilities. If I'm being completely honest with you, it sounds like something out of a Stephen King novel..."[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"I know, it's... hard to take at face value. I would probably be more skeptical myself if... if I wasn't constantly dealing with the side effects of my own power."[/color] Chris wasn't sure how to react to the realization that Isabella was another person who had disappeared. He decided to file that information away for later and just focus on the topic at hand.

[color=Moccasin]"You have abilities too..?"[/color]

Pausing as she reached the kitchen, her hand on resting on the cupboard handle, Isabella let her gaze wander a moment, [color=Moccasin]"Okay, now I'm really beginning to feel left out. Because when I returned, I had nothing but a mountain of work waiting for me back at the museum..."[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"I wouldn't,"[/color] Chris sighed, [color=mediumorchid]"At least two out of the three people I know who got powers have pretty much had their lives ruined by them. Though things might be looking up for me at least."[/color] He spared a glance for Zoe, and considered that even with all the misfortune his abilities had brought, without them he wouldn't be here, with her. At that moment, the phone he was holding passed through his hand and dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Scrambling to pick it up and almost knocking over the food still balanced on his lap, he hastily put it back to his ear.

[color=mediumorchid]"Sh- I mean, sorry, dropped my phone.."[/color]

[color=Moccasin]"Oh, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm just putting on the kettle. So... you mentioned something about painting..?"[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"Right, I'll send you a picture now."[/color] Laying the drawing flat across the floor in the best light he could find, Chris used his phone to carefully take a photo, like he had so many times with his own art. Sending the file as a text attachment to Isabella, he returned to the call. 

[color=mediumorchid]"It should be coming through now."[/color]

Pulling the phone away from her ear, her thumb flicking across to hit the speaker button, Isabella laid her phone down on the counter. Her hands busying themselves with getting her tea ready, her eyes were drawn back to the screen as the notification saying she had a message popped up. Opening the conversation, she leant forward. Her elbow resting on the benchtop as she began to flick through the various works of art she had been sent. Waking up further the more that she looked through them.

[color=Moccasin]"..this... isn't your work- these are amazing. Who did you say the artist was again..?"[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"Well thanks,"[/color] Chris said wryly. [color=mediumorchid]"The way you said that kinda sounds like you knew they weren't mine because they were good."[/color] Shaking his head, he looked at Aira.

[color=mediumorchid]"The artist is someone you wouldn't know, and that's not their usual work, though she is remarkably talented for an eight year old."[/color]

[color=Moccasin]"Christoph, please... you must give me more credit than that. I know the work isn't yours because the brush strokes are different- you have a unique style. One that is [i]not[/i] so easily replicated."[/color] Shaking her head lightly, her attention drawn to the kettle as it whistled, she grabbed up a tea towel. Folding it over a couple of time, she took the kettle off the stove, pausing before she could pour the hot water into her cup; his words finally catching up to her, causing her gaze to draw back down to her mobile.

[color=Moccasin]"..wait. Did you just say an eight year-old is responsible for those works of art..?"[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"That's right Isabella, and I'm afraid that's all the information I can give you about her over the phone. For such a talented budding artist, I'm sure you understand my desire to keep her out of the spotlight at such an early stage."[/color] Chris didn't mention anything about the hardships Aira had gone through already because of her art.

[color=Moccasin]"..I understand... and I shall keep the information to myself. Though, I must ask, what do you expect me to do with this..? What are you looking for exactly..?"[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"The best idea I could come up with was to spread the painting around like an old phone tree, and hopefully someone will be able to recognize that area. You were the person I thought of with the most connections."[/color]

[color=Moccasin]"..I'll get on it right away."[/color] Replacing the kettle back to the stove once she was done with it, Isabella took a spoon to her tea. Stirring it lightly before adding a dash of milk and repeating. Speaking again only once she'd lifted it to her lips and had taken a sip, [color=Moccasin]"..I have a few friends in the blogging world. I'll give them a call, see what I can do. But I'll also dig around in the art world and let you know what I come up with. Is there anything else..?"[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"No, I- Thank you for everything, Isabella. We should... catch up, sometime when there isn't an impending crisis. I think it's time I brought myself out of isolation."[/color]

[color=Moccasin]"It would be nice to see you again, yes."[/color] A soft smile playing over her lips, she turned her back to the kitchen counter. Leaning back against it as she held her tea in front of her, [color=Moccasin]"There are quite a few people wondering where you have gone off to."[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"I'm going to work on it slowly, get these abilities under control before I reenter the public eye, but for now I want to find people I can trust with my secret. I'm tired of being a hermit."[/color]

[color=Moccasin]"Well, I'm honoured you trust me enough with this. And if there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to call."[/color]

[color=mediumorchid]"I'll keep that in mind. Goodbye Isabella, enjoy your tea."[/color] Chris hung up the phone with a sigh, then looked at the time printed on the screen. 

[color=mediumorchid]"You know,"[/color] he said slowly, [color=mediumorchid]"It occurs to me now that London is in a different timezone than Vancouver."[/color]