Between Broken Glass and Butterflies(Psychic Rpg)

Unraveling the paper and opening the lid, Jack sees that inside of it is another container. This one being a clear cylinder out of heavy glass carefully placed in bubble wrap so it wouldn't risk cracking. The jar had no label on it. The fluid inside looked almost like oil, but with a strange golden hue that occasionally shimmered. The moment that Jack's fingers made contact with the glass, the substance fizzled as if reacting to his presence.

Definitely not the kind of thing that you'd just pick up in a typical store. Obviously whatever it was, it was probably important...but there was nothing to indicate what it's purpose was or how to use it.

Directly underneath the strange object, was however fine leather fabric in the form of a light gray sports jacket. Stylish and the tag on the collar showing that it was just the right size for him, it seemed like a safe assumption that the jacket didn't come cheap. It left unclear if this was meant to go in hand with the liquid somehow or the two just happened to be unrelated items.

 

Jack scratched his head, looking at the bizarre cylinder and shook it a little, not sure what significance it had. He then checked out the jacket, looking a lot more excited about. He slipped off his normal jacket and put on the new one, it fit like a glove. He chuckled, 'Wicked, who was that girl? I like her already.' The person who gifted him this stuff certainly had to know something about him, as it was as if he had picked it out himself.

He examined the cylinder again, and looked at the note more closely, there had to be some clue.

 

Troubling, she thinks as Bruce goes to the cheerleader. She turns to Chelsea, nodding to indicate that she can come over.

 

Time was completely lost in the flow of their senseless rutting. The only clue to how long she had been riding him for was the crack of morning light peeling into the room from the windows. Laya had came to a point where both doctors would be stunned it was even medically possible, only having slowed down any bit because of physical exhaustion, but her lustful passion going just as strong as ever. Eventually succumbing to the marathon of cock milking she had went through, she succumbed and feel forward on top of him, quivering madly as she gasped.

 

Jack peered over the words hoping for some kind of hint. But after the six or seventh attempt to read over it, it seemed less and less like a coded message and some flowery message from a girl who seemed way too attached to Jack if they never met. But when he took the paper in his hands to examine it again, he noticed it. The paper was...normal. Sort of. It was unusually slippery and almost like it was wet, but the ink wasn't starting to run. Other than feeling unusual, it didn't possess any functions until he realized the outside of the jacket he was gifted felt incredibly similar. It left him thinking they were made from the same kind of material after it was refined...that was probably what the black stuff was. It seemed like the most reasonable assumption, but what exactly made this stuff so unique or special was an entirely different question. Someone apparently wanted him to have it...the unrefined stuff reacted to his touch...so it was possible it had some relation to psychic energy? That meant the sender had to have knowledge about these things...that didn't really narrow down the list other than most of them would probably deliver something in person if they wanted to. It was really seeming to shape up to be someone he had never met before...but they knew him.

 

Jack still couldn't quite figure out who this secret benefactor was. He started to use his water-manipulating powers on the cylinder, card and jacket, trying his best to concentrate. He'd have to coax the description of the girl from Heather later, after experimenting for a bit.

 

Chelesa inquires about a variety of subjects that while easy enough for Alexandra to answer for the most part, are beyond the typical knowledge provided in the textbooks. Eventually satisfied with what she hears, she walked away leaving her teacher left to her own devices for the short break between the next period.

 

Alexandra decides to text Damien as she prepares for chemistry class. "Hey, Damien. I think that Bruce is suspicious of the two of us. I think it might be for the best if the two of us took a break."

Afterwards, she rings Felica. "Hey, there. I wanted to ask you, does the name Sadek mean anything to you?"

 

Jack tried for a long time to interact with them in anyway through his abilities. The jacket and card didn't seem to give any real reaction and while it was first believed to be a issue with the amount of water, when he tried it on the liquid in the jar itself, the problem became more clear. He couldn't move it. The liquid had an unusual feeling when he tried his powers on it. Too dense to move or separate and stubbornly staying packed and together. Adding into the fact, he couldn't seem to get a proper "grip" on it. it just seemed to slip away like trying to grab a greased ball anytime he tried properly interacting with it. He knew there was something there for his powers to work on...he just couldn't. Interacting with it was exceptionally difficult, if not just impossible.

The apparent failure of his powers did spark something in his mind. That detective lady...he didn't see her, but Alexandra said she couldn't read her at all and Laya stated she didn't think the woman knew anything about this stuff...but what if she was being unknowingly protected by whatever this material was. Some kind of defensive measure to psychic energy? It was doubtful she was the sender though. They had never even spoke directly and this was clearly sent by someone who understand what the purpose of this substance was.

 

Jack had experimented enough, it was some kind of psychic cloaking substance? He left his room and knocked on Heather's again, 'Hey, Sis, look what I got, a whicked jacket. Come on, tell me who brought the gift so I can thank them.'

 

As soon as she sends the text, the response is almost instant from Damien's side.

What? Do you know for sure? He might just be grumpy about his grades from the last test.

Look, can't we at least talk properly before we decide anything?

While he was determined to settle things in a more proper manner, his text would go unnoticed for a bit while Alexandra was already making her call, getting in about three rings in before someone hit answer.

"Hey, Felica is bus-Alexandra?"

A male voice from the other end of the phone. She hadn't spoken to him a bunch of times, but she recognized it as soon as she heard it. Abel.

 

Alexandra sighs. "Give her phone back, Abel. Taking her stuff isn't just mean, it's immature."

 

As Jack attempted to knock, the door had creaked open on it's own. She had unlocked it as some point, lying down on her bed and texting someone on her phone. Peering her head over, she still had a contemptuous glare to offer him, but it was much less in the heat of the moment than it was. "...Angela, if you even remember her."

The name didn't really ring any bells in his head, though he at least he had the name of the person who sent the jacket. Or at least, what the one they had told Heather. Heather gave his new jacket a once over, clearly impressed, but not willing to admit it. "It's fine. Looks kinda...I dunno. There's something weird about it...looks good, I guess."

 

"I wasn't-why are you even-Felica!"

She could faintly make out a rapid fire conversation in the background.

"Who is it?"
"They're your friends. How the hell would I- do we not get a day off from these assholes?"
"Well, give i-could you back off for a minu-"
"We can just keep going. It's fine, right?"

"Hey, Alexandra? Um..little busy right now. Kinda thought if you we're gonna call, it wouldn't be this early. It's fine though. What's up?" Felica's voice came up on the phone after the sound of some scrambling and something banging in the distance.

 

'Angela? No... that name doesn't really ring a bell, sorry. What did she look like?' Jack asked his older sister, 'You texting Trevor? He still too busy to spend time with his girlfriend?'
'"Okay I guess?" This is one rad jacket, I've never seen one like it in any shop,' Jack said, shocked she wasn't impressed, well, she was his big sister after all. Being condescending to her lil' brother was in the job description

 

He felt exhausted after the marathon the two went through. With the sweaty skin sticking between them all he could do is hug her and take in deep long breathes. Hearing her breathe in sync with his own. The mind controlled reading must have given them extra sexual stamina.

 

"He's in way less trouble than you." A little defensive about her boyfriend, she sighed. "It's not him anyway. Just some people I met out clubbing. You know, making friends. That thing you hear so much about other people doing." Lowering her phone for minute, she looked back up at him.

"Yeah..no. I actually like it way more than the other one..I just don't know how to put it..doesn't feel right with the vibes? Maybe, you just can't pull it off." Squinting a little bit to access, she stared intently at him. "No. That's not it. It fits you perfectly and everything..which is super ass weird. Who seriously just knows someone's measurements off the top of their head? Well, Angela seems cool anyway. No offense bro, don't be holding out for better. She's already way too good for you."

 

'I'm not holding out for better or Ms Right or whatever,' Jack chuckled, but then looked more serious, 'Look, I'm not joking, I genuinely don't know any Angela. The way you talk about her, I would remember her for sure. Describe her to me, please. I'll take your turn with the laundry if you do.'

 

"That was...ahm...wow." Her brain in no place to make a full sentence with words or mentally, her attempts to rest were short lived as she took notice of daybreak coming out of the windows, forcing her to attempt to jump into action..only to fall forward on him, completely winded, resolving to just cuddle alongside of him. "This is going to hurt my performance review...completely worth it."

She gave light rubs along his arms and chest, lying beside him, enjoying the after glow until her hand stopped right between his pectoral muscles. She didn't say what, but was bobbing her head curious about it and not making any explanation as she started to lift up his shirt. "Your stitches from when we brought you in yesterday...they're already healed?"

Regaining her senses as a doctor she lifted herself out of bed properly now and started to dress herself, looking at him more clinically making notes as she looked back at him. "No scarring at all? That's...is their actually abilities like this too? Um...it's not the thing to ask a guy after what we just did..but I'm going to need some of your blood. We should update your vitals and bloodwork."

 

"Oh, I won't keep you long. Is everything okay over there? What's the banging? Anyway, I was just wondering if you've ever heard the name Sadek?"