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[CENTER][I][h1][color=lightblue]Jason Koravil[/color][/h1][/i][/CENTER]

[Color=lightblue]Time:[/color] Evening
[Color=lightblue]Location:[/color] Los Angeles, Train Station
[Color=lightblue]Interaction: [@Meleck] [/color] 
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Jason walked about the masses blending in with the regular members of society. With his powers he was able to secure a negative altered status ID without too much of a hassle. When his mask was donned he was a force of terror & revolution opting to fight against oppression. However in his day to day life he still had a therapist firm to run. With the ability to control others he wasn’t overly concerned about money but he wanted to maintain his civilian guise until the time came when it wasn’t needed.

Thoughts of Saiyu’s untimely demise plagued his every waking moment when he didn’t give the reigns of control over to his alternate persona of Justice & vigilante identity as Reaper. He’d fully embraced his alternate darker self budding beneath the surface as an effective means to push away his ordinary life where he felt inadequate in helping others by merely speaking to them about there problems.

Currently he was on the prowl surveying the thoughts of numerous occupants of the station. Outside of running his rebellion, he devoted equal amounts of time to finding more members to his cause. He selected places at random to perform these searches, preferably those untouched by the growing conflict with altered & the many factions that had spawned as a result of their existence. He was enjoying a cup of tea whilst sitting down with a book in hand, the 48 Laws of Power. His focus was divided between absorbing the strategic lessons from this literary master piece & browsing thoughts to find altered.

He had the unfortunate experience of picking up some vile hate filled thoughts. Turning his head in the direction of the source he spotted a mob of purity members brutally assaulting a helpless black woman accused of being one of the altered. Diving past her surface thoughts he was sickened to find she was a mere victim of regular pre-existing racial hatred I the world & mob mentality. This poor soul wasn’t even gifted with the very powers she was taking a beating for being accused to have.

But a glimpse of another thought swiftly stirred his attention away from the woman’s plight. Here and now he wasn’t Reaper, not to mention there were armed soldiers everywhere. Any conflict he engaged in would require blatant use of his power to avoid being riddled with bullets. 

[b][I]“People that complied are being protected, including you and brother.”[/I][/b]

Overhearing this he peered into the minds of two youth, a man & woman. Digging deeper a smile crept across his face as he had finally stumbled upon another of his kind. Sure from what he perceived this boy was timid and perhaps even socially inept. But the power coursing through him could prove to be valuable. Not to mention the world was becoming a very divisive place and in order for survival, those that were alike needed to stick together.

He closed the book and stuffed It in a gym bag he had slung over his shoulder with a few other personal belongings inside. Getting up he waltzed over to the marine heavy check-point producing his identification and making his way through. [Color=lightblue][I]This family member he’s with doesn’t seem to wield any power, but she has a fiery persona not to mention she’s protective of him. Just as Olivia serves as a key element to infiltrating & acquiring more information from the CIA, perhaps this Marie can prove to be essential as well. To truly spur my movement I believe I’ll need to include those who sympathize with us even if they do not share our powers.[/I][/color]

The age of the altered was upon them and he didn’t have a minute to waste. He used his power to infiltrate the minds of Marie & Juan. Using his telepathic powers he caused them all to appear in a different realm of existence. Instead of a train station the three of them alone appeared in a lush garden full of vegetation, fresh fruit & wild-life. In reality they had gone nowhere physically, Jason had merely zapped up their subconscious into a telepathic realm while simultaneously rendering there existing personalities control of their physical bodies still able to carry out communication & any other goals they needed to acquire.

Within the telepathic realm Jason used his power to instill an emotion of calmness into the two as he approached them with a smile on his lips. [b][Color=lightblue]“Hello Juan, Hello Marie. Forgive me for all of this, I know it’s quite sudden. But do not be alarmed,  my name is Jason. I’m an altered human with the power to manipulate thoughts & move objects with my mind alone. As you may have noticed it is quit dangerous for our kind these days, I’m to assume your on the way to San Francisco because of it’s declared status as a sanctuary. At least that’s why Juan Is here, and you Marie are his guardian correct? First off we have not physically left the train station, this is merely an illusion manifested with my power within the private shared collective space of our subconscious. Regardless if this conversation goes on for say twenty minutes, by the time it’s over no more then a minute or two will. Pass in the real world. Anyway I’ve come to you with an offer, that being unlimited protection & wealth for the small price of joining forces with me in forging a new world. One where soldiers assigned to protect us won’t turn a blind eye to a woman In distress getting beat by thugs just for being different.”[/color][/b] As Jason spoke, he made angelic wings appear behind him as well as a glowing illuminated yellow halo over his head. [b][Color=lightblue]“So how about it then, have I managed to obtain your interest?”[/color][/b] Jason finished his voice echoing about in this imaginary world formed by his telepathic abilities.