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Chase, relaxed and completely sure that Kevin would be unable to hurt her, spoke telepathically to Meruin. _You're fighting her next, okay?_ Meruin looked surprised for a fraction of a second before smoothing her face. She thought back to Chase. _Why must I do that, Lady Chase?_ _It should be obvious, should it not? You're a combat mage, whether you like it or not, and that girl there is a mage's worst nightmare. Fight her, take her down a peg, and_ learn _from the fight._ Meruin pursed her lips. Well . . . it wasn't as if she were doing anything important this week . . . sigh.

Currently online people, but don't expect me to be able to use chat! School computers have a Sonic Wall on them apparently . . .

Henrietta blushed and looked self-conscious as Timothy asked his question. She coughed and answered, not meeting Timothy's eyes. "About that, um, so far, my mind reading doesn't really have a limit to how far it can extend. I can turn it on and off and I can focus on a particular person if I want to, but for the most part, no one is really able to - um - escape." Henrietta peered sheepishly at Poppy and Timothy. "If it helps, I don't really read anyone's minds at night. The teenage thoughts of hormone ridden boys and girls during aren't exactly the kind of the you want to be seeing." --- The limbs disappeared back into the scarf, vanishing like it was never there. Several older students snickered; they knew what was coming next. "Haaah~ That's so much better," called the voice from earlier . . . from underneath Thisa's skirt. A hand lifted the hem slightly and a short, young man crawled out from underneath. "Thanks for standing Miss! The shadows from skirts are so much easier to exit from!" The young man had spiky black hair, and an impish face that shone with a child's playfulness; his eyes were brilliant green. He wore a long brown trench coat, jeans and finger-less gloves. He was kneeling down and grinning at Harold and Thisa ear-to-ear. Say hello to Michael Rezzo, "Night Stalker"

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All of a sudden, a leg popped up from underneath Thisa's scarf, followed slowly by another leg, which stretched all the way down to the floor. Then it was stuck. A voice called out from the scarf: "Um, excuse me, can you lift your scarf for a bit, I'm kind stuck here!" cried a young voice. A hand popped out of the scarf and flailed around for anything to touch. It ended up landing on Thisa's face. "Or you could just stand up! You're wearing a skirt right? I can get out from there~!" The people around them began staring. To the older students, they already knew who this was, so they just went back to business; for the new students, they kept staring in horrified fascination. "Um, miss?" continued the one and only Michael Rezzo. Well, his face wasn't out yet, but there was really only one student at school that could do this.

"T-thanks, uh, okay this is new, no one's ever volunteered to be my friend before. You're a good guy, Timothy, so thanks for that," said Henrietta, practically beaming at Timothy, then turned, a look of surprise on her face as Mars entered the room. She shook Mar's hand readily, grinning ear to ear. "Hello? I'm Henrietta Fawkes, it's nice to meet you!" The spark in her eyes was back and her voice was a bit lighter. She was trembling and had the biggest grin on her face - it was absolutely blinding in it's splendor. Then she turned to Poppy. She closed her eyes in thought. "I won't deny it: I am manipulative - but it's not in the way you're thinking. Personality plays only a little part in the ability you gain, the main source of your ability is your talent. My talent was socializing; I've always been a socialite. I like talking to people, discussing different topics and . . . okay I admit it, I do indulge in a bit of gossip!" she admitted a bit sheepishly. "What I'm trying to say is . . . well, if you don't trust me, that's fine. I'm used to it. It's a normal reaction anyway. I'm still hoping to be friends though." Henrietta stretched out her hand for a shake.

Henrietta stared at the two, and set her eyes downcast. "Yeah, I can read your thoughts too, Mister Cadwal, and I forgive you. Miss Poppy, there is no way I can show you proof that I'm not controlling you. It would just be a matter of trust . . ." The girl sighed and looked dejected. "This is why I don't like explaining my powers: suddenly, everything about me becomes false. My looks, how I act, even how anyone thinks or feels about me. Suddenly, my personality is all explained with 'Oh, it's just her ability!' No one even thinks to consider that I had a life before this school! I work hard to make friends and have fun, and somehow everyone thinks it's fine to hand-wave off my efforts at making friends as nothing but my powers!" Henrietta banged her hand on the table, and her eyes glistened with a hint of moisture. When she stared at Poppy and Timothy, there was a kind of fire in her eyes - it was beautiful like all the rest of her, but it was also terrifying, and utterly lonely to look at. "You think it's bad for you? How do you think I feel? Every interaction I have is laced with distrust and loathing and I can hear it clear as day. Did you know, I have the smallest group when it comes to any of the Rulers. They're made entirely out of people that were my friends in middle school, that knew me before I had powers. I haven't made a single new friend since I came to this school . . ."