((Part 2 of the Collab between Scarifar, Letter Bee, CavnderOHeart, and RoflsMazoy.))
Vernon exhaled. "It wasn't natural, chances are it was his murder." Vernon told her, not taking into regard the emotional stakes. He took out this phone, which had an active redlight where the camera should be. "I was recording our... adventure prior to this. Not for the faint hearted, few." He pressed on the upper volume button and it started to play. Vernon quietly thought to himself, and said. "Excuse me I need to go outside." Vernon had handed Michael the phone and walked outdoors.
In the cold he began to sing his own song. This time focusing on others in Rhea, he wanted to draw out the attention of the Gods that had given them all their powers. He was planning this attack for a full month, and had fought in his dreams; only to remember in real life. Vernon began to use blizzard here and hurled a snowball at someone across the street. His sheer energy and emotions from singing reached people the joined him.
Vernon finished his song with clean\singing vocals. "Dear, God. Dear God. I will find out who uou are! Dear God! Let's see what your purpose with us, mortals lie. Dear God. Let's see! What we're all made of." He sent his everything to the sky, to the places he believed the God's reside. Vernon, tired now, sat down, and waited for Ascot and Michael. His phone was blinking green, which meant as they-ascot and others-a few months learned Vernon and Mafia recruits were in need of help. As vernVe was a son, mafia Recruiter, and a boyfriend .he wants to become a leader; a Deityologist a few months ago ernon had proved to others that these God's and Goddesses even Evil's exist. All Vernon was have Willy reveal them with his AOF, as he used Scream For My, which as a emotional and trapping weapon accentuated Willy's summoning Ability as Vernon called it.
Michael stared at Vernon as he left, briefly wondering where he was going before returning his attention to the girl. There was a lot of uncertain information he had just learned from this exchange alone, and undoubtedly there was much more to learn. Meanwhile the phone continued to play the video, with Michael still holding it up for the girl to see.
"..." The girl said nothing as she watched. "I don't understand... What have I got to do with all of this?"
Ascot looked sad, "Because you are the only person Baumann holds dear; or at the very least, he values you. What we want to know is...why? That and his killer might go after you."
The girl paused for a few seconds.
"...I was created." She said, quietly. "In the facility, one of their projects... That's what he said. I don't have a gift... A name... He never told me why he took me here either."
It seemed like she was having some trouble coming to terms with the situation. Currently she had nothing to her name, and once discharged she'd be homeless. She didn't understand why she'd be worth something, especially to the one who had left her here.
Perhaps it was out of only love that Dr. Baumann had put her there, but would that really be the case? If there was some other reason then it was lost with his death. The spirit of his house couldn't read his mind in life. And the girl most certainly didn't know.
Ascot closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, as if seeking something inside himself. Once he opened them again, he would smile, and say to the girl, "Then I'll give you a name. A name and a family." His shoulders relaxed, "How do you like the name 'Christine Ascot'?"
The boy was already making arrangements in his mind...
Michael was already putting away Vernon's phone and taking out his own to jot down new notes when the girl began to speak. This was quite the find when it came to information. Sure, it wasn't much but a bunch of loose ends, but perhaps something may come of them. Finishing up, Michael finally looked up from his phone and looked towards Ascot. "You know, you guys are just dropping bombshell after bombshell here."
Turning to the girl, Michael said, "We're very sorry about this; this is rather sudden. We promise to explain everything later and answer all your questions. Right now, though, we need to get you someplace safe, and a hospital is definitely not a safe place."
"..." The girl seemed to be considering her choices.
"...I'll come then," She said with a sigh. She still didn't understand why anyone would be after her, but she didn't feel like staying here much longer. "If you're going to give me a name then I want my father's last name at least."
A nod from Ascot. "I can give that. Christine Baumann." He then took out his phone to call Alexander, only to be met with a series of yells.
"Little Bro!" the older man's voice was saying, "Your boyfriend is causing a large crowd to do nothing but sing! What's happening here?!"
A brief explanation from Ascot later, Alexander would say: "Oh, so you know nothing of what Vernie is doing. And now you want me to adopt someone with connections to a clandestine facility operated by an unscrupulous scientist." A pause. "You are lucky I am such a softie. I'm coming right now; in the magic-resistant armored car."