Recruitment
Metaforno; the act of completely letting oneself go and immerse into a completely different personality. This technique is taught to actors and actresses since ancient time and inherited through selected bloodline and houses, but was banned in the 1900s for its extreme and dangerous learning methods. Many have tried to obtain the information, and many have died trying to master this lost technique. Now, only a handful of people knows the way of metaforno and still practices it. The act itself is often referred to as ‘wearing a glass mask’ among those who perform this technique, because if not careful, the fragile mask can slip out and reveal the actor/actress’s true character.
The moment Charles touches Cerebro….
“I can feel them. All of them. There are so many of us….” Charles exhales a deep breath he has been holding, while involuntary tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes.
Amethyst can’t help but feel extremely curious and completely left out. She wants to see what he sees, feels what he is feeling right at this sensational moment. Consciously confident, she grabs his hand, wrapping his knuckle with her slender palm, causing him to gasp by the sudden intrusion.
Charles is startled by her sudden touch. He can feel a mental presence in his mind, glazing his in a subtle manner, as if asking for permission. He allows her, and extends his telepathy ability towards her.
It all happens as if she already knows what to expect. She lets out an audible gasp as a powerful sensation hits her like a ton of bricks—the pleasant kind. Amethyst parts her lips in heavy, short breaths and allows tears to fall.
She can feel it too, he smiles. What he sees now echoes through her.
“Raven, come on. You need to see this, too,” she finally says.
When they decided to do the recruitment….
“That’s wonderful! You two boys can go while I,” Amethyst wraps her arm around Raven’s shoulders, “and Raven can have some girls’ time. What do you say, girly?” She turns to her pal other.
“Sounds like a date!” Raven exclaims cheerfully.
“What’s that face, Charles? Jealous? Don’t be. I know you two just met and all, but I’m sure you’ll be able to habitus interpersonal bond through your agents of socialization just fine—”
“Ame, if you’re trying to fry our brains out with your terminologies,” he lets his British warning tone out.
Aquatic control….
Their next recruitment is a fisher from Welsh. Amethyst and Raven have to rent out a boat in order to catch up with the mutant in his working hour, accompanied by a local boat captain.
Aeron Fanen is just out on a sunny sail in hope for another big catch, when he suddenly hears a female voice shouting from the sea. No, that can’t be. He must be hallucinating. No women should be at this waters, as far as his experience proof to him. Although this does remind him with the tales of sirens and their hypnotic voice, alluring men into the seas.
“Excuse me, Sir!” the sound says again, this time louder. Aeron looks around his line of sight as he stops the engine of his boat, curiously trying to find the source. He is about to give up when he finds no one, before the voice shouts again. “Over here! We’re on the other boat.”
He glances at the approaching boat at the distance, squinting his eyes at the blinding sunlight. True enough, he finds a woman standing by the edge of a fancy speedboat. When they are close enough, she does something that makes his heart skip a beat.
Raven and the boat captain almost get a heart attack when they watch as Amethyst steps out of the boat. Raven waits for the impending plunge, but it never comes. Instead, she watches as Amethyst literally walks on the sea water, approaching their intended recruit.
Amethyst knows of Aeron’s ability to control water, thus why she is not hesitate when she decides to take the risky approach and steps out from their rented boat and on to the sea water. She watches as Aeron hurriedly raises his arms, controlling the water under her feet so that she will not drown.
He eyes look at her in bewilderment as she approaches him.
Perhaps he might have meet his siren after all, because a smile from this woman echoes wickedness through his bones.
Intuitive aptitude; the ability to understand the structure and operation of complex systems without special education or training.
The psychiatrist meets the watchmaker….
His shop is as deserted as any other slow day. What Gabriel does not expect when the doorbell gives off a gentle ring is the two beautiful women who stride in.
The first woman has glossy black hair that flows around her hear. She has pale fair skin, high cheekbones and red painted lips. He knows that it is impolite to stare, but she is a sight to behold. What are the chances of him meeting someone like her?
“Hello, we hope you’re not busy today. My friend accidentally dropped her watch and stepped on it with the end of her heel. Can you still save it?”
“Amethyst! Now you make it sound like as if I’m a klutz,” the other woman protests. She has dark blonde rings, nice tan skin and slight curves. Her face is rounded and she stands just by a few inches shorter than the first.
They both dress as if they just step out of a fashion show, looking so out of place in his little old watch shop. Somehow he feels inferior with the way he dresses, with his thick glasses and plaid shirt.
“My name is Amethyst, by the way, and that is Raven,” she introduces themselves with a charming smile as Raven gives a friendly waves.
“Gabriel Grey.” He introduces himself politely—his tone slightly shaky—and asks to see the watch. While waiting, the tan-skinned woman occupies herself by the many pieces in display, while the pale-skinned woman stands by the counter, patiently waiting for the results.
“So, Gabriel, how long have you been a watchmaker?” Amethyst asks with interested.
He does not understand why a woman like her would be interested in someone like him, netherless he answers, “Practically all my life. I’ve been learning watch-making from my uncle ever since as far as I can remember. How about you?”
“I’m a psychiatrist-on-demand. My patients prefer the comfort of their home while expression their deepest, darkest feelings.”
“This is a very exquisite piece, I must say. I don’t think you’ve damaged the watch that bad. Give me a day or two, and I’ll have it right back like what it was before.”
“A day or two?” the tan-skinned abruptly turns to them. “We don’t have that much time. Ame, why don’t you give it a twirl?”
“I know that it’s a bit time consuming, but—” He stops speaking when the watch moves, shocked by the sight.
He watches as the broken pieces suddenly mends itself, going back to the positions they are supposed to be. When he looks up, he swears he sees the pale-skinned’s eyes swirls with red bands. It spins as his sight does, before finally engulfed in darkness.
The two women watch as the man collapses to the floor at other side of the counter.
“Oh dear, maybe that was slightly too much,” Amethyst says as Raven comments, “That never happens before.”