[h3][color=964B00]Maverick Maddison Maximiliano Majere[/color][/h3]
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Maverick was going to school after the library but was interrupted by a new message coming up in his HUD. It seemed to have been there, blinking on the side for a while. However, after he started moving away from the library, it opened itself. The message received and forced upon his eyes is as follows. 

[hider=Message][color=d4af37]
From: The Great Ones Above
To: Little Mouse

Subject: Holy Quest

Meet with Darla. Have a conversation. 

Bonus: Reply to one Darla on Subject of your holo-lens. 
Extra Bonus: Become friends with Darla

Context of Subject submitted by Darla: 
"Cutting edge tech. Zero fashion sense. Gross. Things have to have both suitable form and function."

Mission rewards: ?
Mission failure: You know ;)
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To say that Mavericks face lost a few shades of color was an understatement. Why was it that whenever he was happy and had plans his core ability had to kick in? Sir Gideon, astute as he was, noticed the change and slowly pulled over and parked nearby. He waited for a few moments, the vehicle idling. It was more accurate to say that the vehicle stopped and was shut off. Mainly because of how this vehicle worked. It was either moving or not. 

[color=b79d74]“Is anything wrong, young master?”[/color] Sir Gideon asked as he looked in the rearview mirror. Maverick had a cold sweat sheen forming over his body. Pinpricks rippled throughout his body as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. He was trying to get moisture back in his now dry mouth. After a moment he cleared his throat and looked at Gideon. 

[color=964B00]“Sir Gideon, it seems that I have forgotten something at the library that I must attend. Please reroute back to the library.”[/color] Mav informed Gideon as he took a drink from a small pouch. Gideon didn’t ask questions and did as he was told. The signal flicked on, and the vehicle came back to life. They were only a few blocks away from the library and it only took a few minutes to return. Given Gideon’s expert driving that is. Sir Gideon had only seen his young master distraught like this before something bad happened. 

The worst thing about having nightmares is sleep walking while having Maverick's physique. One of these said events was the reason they had to reinforce his bedroom. They classified them as terror-storms. Through the years they became so bad that he didn’t need to be sleeping for them to hit. Gideon drove up to the library and stopped outside the front doors.

[color=b79d74]“We have arrived, young master. Please let me know when you would like to be picked up.”[/color] Sir Gideon informed Maverick as he waited for him to exit the vehicle. It didn’t take long for Maverick to exit the vehicle. The holo-lens still hung from the side of his head. Unfortunately, the ones above didn’t send him a picture of Darla, so he had to talk to people. Talking to strangers, one of his strong suits. Right? Right. Mav’s hand had been on the handle of the door for a few minutes now. Sweaty, clammy. He gulped audibly and pulled the handle to open the door. Each step towards the library was worse than any weight that could be applied to him. 

Maverick was in such a daze that he forgot to close the door to the vehicle he arrived in. Sir Gideon got out and closed it and let out a sigh. He had hoped that Maverick would be alright as he got back in and drove off. The small conversations within the place were hard to hear to begin with, to him they were just an audio buzz. He started off moving to the first female. 

[color=964B00]“Hello, my name is Maverick. Are you Darla?”[/color] He asked her. She looked him up and down and scoffed. She didn’t even say anything and just walked away. Things like this happened for, to him what seemed like an eternity, about 5 minutes. Only after realizing that he was asking this question did the others in the library steer clear of him. Then he noticed two people. He didn’t want to bother them because they looked intimate and in the middle of a conversation. So, he moved up and waited for a break in their conversation. 

[color=964B00]“Excuse me. Are you Darla?”[/color] This would be what he would try to say. What came out was probably something like. [color=964B00]“Excume Aryo darla?”[/color] His eyes scanned her body but not in a sexual way. It was more in an analytical way. This was one of the things that helped him clear his mind. That didn’t stop the fact that he was indeed staring at her assets. 

[color=654321]‘Didn’t those things cause back pain when they were so big?’[/color] Was the thought that came to mind. He looked confused. However, people couldn’t help their anatomy unless they had a specialized gift. He looked at the man in much the same way. 

[color=654321]‘Were there genetic similarities between them?’[/color] He pondered as he shook his head. He hoped that one of the two would notice him because if not… with the thought of impending doom looming over head he probably looked like a lost puppy. A very well-dressed lost puppy. His parents went to great lengths to procure him the finest quality clothing. All dark colors mixed with golden feather stitching. Above the left breast sat the Majere family crest. Upon the back of his cloak a bigger crest could be seen as well. It was something that he would make a fool of himself, but to bring down his family name. That wouldn’t do. His father would probably give him more tutors for this. His punishment never seemed to work.