Between Broken Glass and Butterflies(Psychic Rpg)

“And do what? Hold people who are obviously dangerous and hope they don’t get out? Killing might mot even be the plan...they could be just looking at getting you guys stronger. From the way it looks, you two might even be intended to have our jobs which is they’re bending over backwards to take it easy on you.” Abel didn’t sound too pleased about his theory, but was caught by Felica’s interjections.

“It’s not a war. That’s just what they call it. It makes it sound a lot more even than it is.” While it could be felt that both siblings agreed, Felica clearly didn’t.

“We don’t jerk our people around or treat then like pawns.”

“Yeah...but which of us has more pieces left on the board?”

 

'T-Take your place?' Jack grimaced, 'What if I don't want to become an assassin?'

'So, it's a big game of chess between some organisations that gather people who have these powers?' Jack asked them.

 

“I don’t think I want you too. I’m pretty happy being not replaced...I don’t think we’d get killed off...but we’d be out of the circles protection. Then we’d probably need to go with Fleica’s people who can’t even save themselves let alone others.”

“Aw, but then I’d get more time to pick on her.” Adel had went back to putting her in a headlock. The way she treated Felica was more like an immature schoolyard bully or older sister than actually dangerous, but Felica’s expression of getting pissed deepened. “Can’t breathe-stop that.”

 

Jack looked at Adel, 'Are you sure you two aren't related? You two act like my older sister and me.' He put his hand on Adel's arm around Felica's neck, 'C'mon, leave her be.'

 

Shifting around the bed to get comfortable as his cock grows hard. Between the detective and Laya so close to him wearing the clothes they had on. For most of the discussion he was fine and had no issues like this embrassament. After the phone rings his mind shifted to fantasy scenes between both women. He couldn’t think about the dull repetitive questions the detective kept repeating over and over. He needs to act professional, but damn the detectives breasts are a huge turn on. She needs to leave immediately before things grow more awkward.

“Excuse me detective, but if you have any other questions perhaps you can come back later. Right now I could use some sleep. Dealing with a massive headache right now. “ She gives him her card and says a few things. As she leaves his mind can now focus on the other woman in the room “Laya unless you plan on doing something unprofessional at this moment, perhaps you could allow me to be alone. If there is an emergency let me know, for now I need some sleep.” He places his hand on hers rubbing the back side of her hand smiling softly back at her.

His mind processes the events that have occurred and mesh the new information and what he recalls. His mind needs to avoid listening to others and only to his own right now. So many questions with so few answers. How are any of these events even possible. So many unusual events that are interconnected mixed with timely circumstances as if someone knew.

 

Alexandra looks curious. "What exactly did they do to you, to make you try to murder them so many times?" She looks at Felica.

 

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“Is that the case...” She shut her eyes for a second, mind still a blurred static nightmare that didn’t make sense. But her facial expression as she began to walk out. Her assumption that he was hiding something from her, written all over her face. “Thank you for your time...be sure to give me a call with anything else you know. I’ll be seeing you again, I’m sure.”

As Briggs pushed open the door, a much healthier looking version of Laya had returned, Steven already able to read her as a refreshed copy, Laya seeming stunned at her own recovery time that left the detective in awe too. “Dr. Mason? Are you feeling better?”

“Y-yes. I had...it’s embarrassing to say..” Laya leaned her face close to the detective’s ear to whisper, not that it sis any good. Dr. Cho knew it was made up, but a situation that embarrassing would sound true, just like the detective modded. “That’s terrible. Clearly, this is not the day to be doing this. We can pick this up once you’re feeling better.” She stepped out right as Dr. Cho went to touching Laya’s back. Solid, toned and smooth. This one was real.

“Ahum...” She flushed, a shocked and embarrassed expression, but just stayed in place. He knew why it was. He was well aware of his colleague’s very perverse mind and it wasn’t any different here. She had absolutely no self control around men and it wasn’t any different here. Once she finally collected her thoughts into proper words instead of just surprised aroused sounds, she had gotten a proper look at him.

“I think doing that here is a lot of violations...” Her smile and truly fucked up thoughts didn’t match her words.

 

“What? We didn’t do anything.” Adel gazed up, forgetting for a moment how deeply her forearm was cutting into Felica’s and after her gag, she took a step back to let the would be assassin of assassin’s catch her breath, rub her throat, and glare at them with hate.

“You killed my best friend.” Felica said it so coldly and certainly, that emotions didn’t need to be read to know she was sincere...that didn’t stop Abel from rolling his eyes.

“We did not.” Abel’s tone was that of pure exasperation. Apparently this had come up a lot and he was tired of hearing it. Adel had a more openly angered look. “Are you still on about that? I know, it’s like the thing guilty people say, but no, really. We told you. It was your stupid church guys. Listen to one dam word I’m saying for once in your fucking life. Your cult thing did it.”

“I know it was you! Wright said you’d just try to blame him for it. But we got proof it’s your piece of shit communist thing behind it.”

“Communist? That’s what were calling it?”
Abel laughed slightly to himself ignoring the rantings, slowly bringing his attention to properly look at her.

“Guess what? Not us. It’s impossible.”

Alexandria could read the emotions in the air. A storm of frustration from both ends...yet, both of them didn’t panic or show fear. Both sides were speaking with the same conviction. Whatever the case was, both sides believed with all sincerity they were completely right.

 

Alexandra looks at the girl. "Look, I know how you feel, but it wasn't them. I can read their emotions like a book, and there's no way that they're lying right now. I'm not saying it was your friends, I have no idea who they are or what happened, but I'm sure that it wasn't the siblings here."

She takes Felica's hand. "Why don't we get some air?"

 

'Wait, you're communists? Is that why your hair is so red, Comrade Adel?' Jack snickered at his own joke.

 

“That isn’t-it definitely was. I’ve seen proof.” Felica wasn’t willing to give this up. Her first instinct was to pull away from Alexandra’s hand, but gave a nod as she began to stand up. The twin didn’t actually try to stop her from leaving, Abel with his elbow on the counter, clutching his forehead.

“That’s circumstantial. Yes, some people die because of us, but it doesn’t mean we’re responsible for all of them. I-hey, doc. What’s up?” He was cut off to look toward Laya starting to slump on the counter, face reddening and making a weird noise, murmuring something about not here.

Alexandra remembered this feeling as the one she had with Jack, leaving her a guess to what the other selves of her were up to, but Felica who had gotten up, paid it no mind and kept following behind the teacher.

As they cleared out of the room, Adel took one of the empty seats and let out a sigh, clearly tired of standing. “That was so funny the first six times I heard it..” The silence came back, more uncomfortable than ever. The twins exchanged a look. Some kind of unspoken verbal communication because Abel left the counter and made his way to the back room, leaving just them and a sparse amount of customers.

“So...you know you’ll have to decide who you wanna take your chances with eventually, right?”

 

@unisol_gr44 "Hey, Jack. Look after Laya, will you?"

The teacher talks to Abel. "Maybe, but I'm not making any decisions until I have some information." She leads Felica outside, heading behind the bar. Taking in the cool air, she pulls out two blunts, holding one out to the goth girl. "Don't judge me. I've had a pretty bizarre day." She smiles at the girl.

 

“Definitely won’t say no to that.” Taking the blunt, Felica was quiet for a bit, fighting off a whole variety of emotions. For the most part, her anger was appeased a bit as she inhaled the fumes, leaning against a wall. “You...just carry these on you? You don’t look like the type whose...you know...”

 

Alexandra lights her pot, taking a deep drag. Leaning against the wall in relaxation, she says "I quit a few years ago because I took a job as a teacher. I found these in my bathroom earlier today. I normally wouldn't, but today I found out that other people have psycick powers like me, powers that are stronger than mine, some of whom have been used to try and murder me. I then found out that there are weird secret societies and some sort of hive mind, all equipped with the same abilities. I think that today, I've earned a bit of pot."

 

“Okay...yeah. Sounds like a lot of shit to deal with.” Felica laughed it off for a brief moment, before her face suddenly scrounged as if just now thinking about what she said. “What hive mind? The Consensus? Yeah, guess they’d call it that. You know what it actually is though?” Felica’s face made it obvious she wasn’t waiting for a response.

“Get this shit. I’m not kidding. Alien probes. Nobody can understand it because it’s actually translating alien languages into ours and uses a whole different scale of psychic energy. It wants to grow our brains and harvest the power from them after we get strong enough.” While Felica believed what she was saying, it was hard to tell if the pot was already affecting her that badly.

 

"Wow." Whilst Alexandra isn't particularly willing to put any explaination of the table, she's less than convinced. She takes another long drag, sighing as it relaxes her body. "So, what do you do? Besides your quest for revenge, I mean?"

 

Jack chuckled, 'Sorry, I couldn't resist.' After the awkward moment of silence, and Abel left the bar, Jack shrugged, 'Well, if you handle all of her "cult" friends so easily it might be prudent to join you instead of them. You call them a cult and she's dressed like a goth... are they Satanists or something?'

 

“I’m taking Liberal Arts at university. That’s where Wright recruited me. He said that this was a more reliable job than that...but it’s not like I’m spending every moment doing what he says. We just stick together because you can’t survive this shit by yourself....what about you? You aren’t seriously going to go with them are you? You’ll be stuck doing their weird union shit without ever knowing why. Even if they’re tougher, they’re bad news. You’d be better off with the Saked Brotherhood. We don’t play games.”

 

Alexandra shakes her head, smoke coming from her mouth. "No. This is the first time I've heard of any of your groups. I don't know enough to make a decision. Maybe later, when I know more, but for now, I'm strictly neutral."

 

"Working with the Union would honestly be the first thing you did that isn't completely dumb. We're stronger and we stay alive. Look...just shut up and do what the boss says and everyone benefits in the end. I've seen it. Things only go wrong when people stop doing what they're supposed to...but even then. I can tell 'ya, it's really, really freaking hard to work against him anyway. Any plans to change the design or stop what you're doing? It's probably actually already part of the design." As far as Adel went, this definitely came across as a compliment. She stared back at the doorway where Felica had walked out. "...sounds weird to ask you, since we aren't exactly friends yet...just...can you keep a secret?"