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P-please log into the chat always when you're online, boss.

It's so quiet when everyone's asleep. Just Apokalipse and I are online.

That smile, that smile - [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) liked that smile of hers. Henrietta's glowing smile, those perfect teeth bared in a majestic expression of gratitude and cordiality. And while it was characteristic of Tim to stare unwaveringly into the eyes of someone he was conversing with, in the current context, he took note of it and became rather self-conscious. Whenever her eyes met his, he always felt a small pang, a little ringing of a bell, that emanated from deep within his chest. At this point, he had little intention of interacting with [the](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885) [others](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323284) around him. Henrietta was simply very beautiful. And Timothy admired pretty flowers in bloom. "So, Henrietta," Timothy began. "You have got an amazing power and all, but how far does your mindreading extend? That is, will I get back my very, very," he clasped his hands together and dunked them in time with those two words, "precious mental privacy once I get back to bed tonight?" Cadwal remained silent in Tim's mind in the meanwhile.

Trickery. That one concept was the most prominent thought in [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135)'s mind, even during Henrietta's show, which, he thought, came rather abruptly. But he felt for her, still. There she was, a girl expressing herself true - or not - to people whom she just met, people whom she wanted to get to know and perhaps befriend, before others painted a bad picture of her. Pity, empathy, caution and distrust made an emotional lightshow of his chest, and he wasn't sure which pair of emotions he should go with, since she could breach and read his very mind. Thus, he leaned back on his chair, and took a deep breath, his face unreadable as it had been set in stone-cold indifference. Not that Henrietta would need to read it, of course. "Well," he finally frowned. "Firstly, I am honored that you would trust [us](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885) strangers with the capabilities of your power. Second, yes, forgive me, but I am suddenly a bit mistrustful of you, but," he then smiled, "I won't judge you so readily. Part of me thinks this confession is but a mere act to build sympathy, but with your powers, you could have easily done that before, so I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. It, uh, does concern me that you can read my mind, but that's no fault of yours; it's inborn. God gave you your gifts, and I will not hate you for them." It was uncomfortable for him to speak. Timothy hated the current situation, and defusing it somehow made him feel more vulnerable. "Anyway," he said quickly. "If you were reading my thoughts the whole time, then forgive me for any, erm, inappropriate thoughts, and yes: I still wouldn't mind if I could be your friend. And I'd still like to help in your history project thing."

At this revelation, [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) felt utterly violated. Was she reading his thoughts right now? Hell, could she read even Cadwal's thoughts? He had called her a bitch _and_ a sow, too! Jaw slightly agape and brow mildly furrowed, she looked into those wondrous eyes and wondered if their sparkle was but an illusion, whether the blush on her cheeks was real, whether or not he was being _tricked_ by the beauty of that smile. Tim had always took solace in his thoughts, his own mind, believing them to be inviolable. But now here comes someone who could breach that sacred fortress; and the fact that she had compared herself to Satan wasn't doing her any favors for him. _"Wait, does that mean-"_ Timothy started, but Cadwal interjected. _"She can hear us right now?!"_ "So," Timothy began, after a lengthy beat, showing his palms as he asked for confirmation: "You can truly read my mind?" _"Can you read my thoughts, too?"_ Cadwal supplemented, not without alarm in his mind-voice.

Continually fixated on the Aryan goddess before him, [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) did not even notice [Saoji](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2325614) and [Ione](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2319919) entering. _"She's nice,"_ was what he decided on Henrietta. _"Really nice. Happy, bubbly, charming, and all of it seems so genuine."_ Her hair was like precious gold that framed and crowned a beautiful face so seemingly as fragile and delicate as fine china. Her eyes were of a rich cerulean hue, and were as deep as the ocean blue. He then found his own eyes wandering, tracing the outline of her arms as he traced the more curvaceous parts of her body in his peripheral vision. Strangely, it was here when he actually noticed her breasts: large, soft-looking even through her clothes, and delectably round. A healthy girl for sure, he thought. A healthy girl for sure; he could not see past her stomach through the damnably obscuring table, but before she sat down, he had a pretty good look on her hips: wide and appreciatively accommodating. _"Well, at least we're getting hints of what her powers could be,"_ Cadwal conceded. _"Her charm is surely part of it."_ _"This is an awfully good first impression,"_ Timothy admitted. _"She's... really nice. Impossibly so. What a cute girl."_ _"Oh boy."_ _"I wouldn't mind if I became her friend."_ _"This all seems harmless enough,"_ Cadwal guessed, mentally scratching his ghostly, physically nonexistent head. _"I'll just interfere when you're getting hypnotized."_ And so when he heard [Poppy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323885)'s questions, he looked at her straight in the eye and held up a hand in a cautionary gesture, "Poppy, that's something a bit too direct to ask to someone you just met."

I had fun once and it was awful.

##[Chalcedon](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75113/posts/char?page=2#post-2322931) of the Lamenters ####Client World 576143290-B --- One by one did they rear their ugly heads, the warped, miserable xenos who stood a full third higher than he did. And as they appeared, so did Chalcedon take note of them mentally and electronically. He scowled as their numbers swelled, matching the grim visage that was eternally fixed on his faceplate, and with a mighty roar, fired upon the coming alien horde. Taking note of the scandalously-dressed girl discharging her plasma gun and after reloading to another ammunition type, he was now sending bursts of four subsonic bolts for each foe. He reckoned that supersonic bolts would overpenetrate the current enemy and fail to deliver their explosive charge whilst inside their putrid flesh. **"Let the name of our Immortal Emperor be on your lips as you kill for Him and His glorious Imperium! Imperator Dominatus! We shall hold against this _scum!_"**

As Henrietta babbled on about the Crusades, [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) could not even feel his mouth slowly slackening from an impressed half-gape into a wry smile, so fixated was he on her. And as she talked energetically, it didn't seem like she lost any of her elegance. From the boy's point of view, each smile and lingering look of her eyes on the people around her was delivered majestically and expertly. Along with her natural good looks, her mannerisms made it impossible for her not to simply be endearing. Cadwal was right, Timothy thought; she really was a master temptress - no, not temptress, that is too harsh of a word; a master charmer, then. And this charm of hers, this God-given _Gift_, must allow her to maintain a position of power amongst the diverse student body. Hers is a smile that promises everything. Hers is a smile that is an effective tool of manipulation. But who was he to question her motives like this? Timothy cautioned himself against presumptuousness. It was not good to judge so readily. Therefore, he was continually cordial as he shared, talking rapidly: "A-and it was a Norman noble by the name of Robert Guiscard who took over Naples and Muslim Sicily, becoming the king of Southern Italy. His conquests would prove to be the amongst the most destabilizing forces in the eleventh century, for immediately after did the Byzantine Emperor Alexius I request for Western Aid against the Seljuks, who had conquered Asia Minor. Pope Urban II, while concerned at Guiscard's growing power, also saw the formation of a Christian Kingdom of Sicily as a good sign, and so went on with the First Crusade: not just a holy war in the name of God, but one to reaffirm Papal authority diminished from when, decades ago, the Holy Roman Emperor Henry IV sacked Rome in the climax of a political spat between him and the belligerent Pope Gregory VII, who excommunicated the Emperor _twice_." Mildly out of breath, and concerned at his outward dignity from his sudden burst of energy, he offered: "Henrietta, I am a big history buff regarding the Crusades. I would love it if I could help." _"She threw the dog a bone and the dog went for it,"_ Cadwal sighed. _"I'm just offering my help here,"_ Timothy defended himself. _"You are the fish, and you took the bait."_ _"I thought you were all for me helping others whenever I could?"_ _"And I thought you wanted nothing to do with Henrietta."_ _"I said I wanted nothing to do with joining her gang. It doesn't mean I can't talk to her."_ _"Boy, **this is** what she does to induct freshmen into her gang."_

_"The people around follow her like puppies to a bitch, or piglets running after their fat mother."_ "Heh," [Timothy](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75166/posts/char#post-2323135) chuckled, not at Henrietta's little teasing joke but at Cadwal's uncalled-for jab, his eyes following Henrietta as she glided towards the table and sat down. His brutal Christian upbringing was made evident when he did not look at her breasts as she stretched her arms up and out, emphasizing their size and the delectable roundness of their shape. Yet they found their way appreciatively towards her grin, that perfect expression of cordiality, which outshone his own. "Well, it isn't a date," he said as he stood by the table before sitting down. "We just happened by each other. I wouldn't mind you giving me some tips, though." _"You will humor her with conversation,"_ Cadwal pointed out the obvious. _"Yeah. I will."_