Knowledge is Power

[Sasha]

(July 14th, Open to everyone who isn't as social as the others or haven't exactly found their way around the Mansion yet.)

Agent Nein sighed, hands in his pockets as he walked in to the Library, using his telekinesis to push open the heavy, oak doors. While he enjoyed the company of others, he found that he wasn't too fond of crowds, as it often left him feeling anxious. Too many people, too many minds and too many thoughts spiraling around him all at once. Too disorganised. And he hated it when things were disorganised, as such he headed over to the Library to focus his mind. Sasha paused, looking around the room. It was very spacious, incredibly intricate and well furnished, not to mention quiet and organised. There were even a few small rooms scattered around for more private reading sessions if one desired.

As the German scanned over the numerous texts and tomes off to his right, he took a moment to remove the key he had received from his letter out of his pocket with a gloved hand. It was strange. So simple, yet so fascinating. And he had no idea how or why how these keys and locks brought people together or how a Mythological God managed to drag all of these people here. Sasha sighed, pocketing the key and continuing to browse before he set his sights on a few books dealing with various matters. Looks like there were quite a few problems that needed to be solved.

With a wave of his hand, each book he selected mentally, repeating it's name in his mind, was removed from it's spot and left floating in the air behind him as he walked, and with another wave there was a stack of them situated on a nearby desk. Unlike Razputin, Sasha didn't feel the need to hide his abilities from anyone. It was only logical that only a select few would be shocked, and even less likely that someone would harass him for powers he was born with.

As another floating row of books set themselves down on the desk and stacked themselves in alphabetical order, Sasha paused as he heard the doors creak, a signal that someone was coming in. Then he started walking again with another wave as a few more books floated in the air behind him, uncaring if the person who walked in saw that or not. He wasn't here to impress anyone, as to him, he was here in the Library seeking Knowledge and answers.

[Wanderer]

Wanderer perched atop of a chair, observing his surroundings being a duck, he couldn't read, so being a human library was just pointless for him. But nonetheless, the former guard duck had always been facisnated by human script, if only reading it was a easy as it looked.

The mallard looked up as he noticed Sasha, a human, and one the many he had seen since he woke up here. The duck just watched in silence as Sasha performed his abilities. He was amused, what kind of human could do that? Of course, he didn't know much about the beasts, but he stared with some awe at the sight.

[Sasha]

As Sasha flicked through a book titled "Boneman's Daughters" by Ted Dekker, he had the feeling that he was being watched. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that a Duck, or to be more specific a male Mallard, was watching him with an amused expression, and even a little awe. Sasha lifted an eyebrow, rather puzzled as he stared back for a moment. What would a Duck be doing in a Library? Unless it just wanted a little peace and quiet, too...Which was Understandable. Perhaps the bird wasn't very social like himself...

With a nod as he continued to watch Wandered, the few books levitating around him had closed and were floating off to their original spots on the shelves and slipped back in to place. The one book the Secret agent was skimming over had floated past Wanderer's head, only to land on a desk in front of him, the other two stacks of books Sasha had chosen were also levitated to the same desk as the psychic strode over, hands in his pockets and keeping his eyes on the duck. Briefly, Sasha wondered if the Bird could talk. From what he had seen and heard, most of the animals here could, though if it was just an effect of the Island or some sort of psychic mechanism, the man couldn't be sure.

As a chair from Wanderer's right levitated to Sasha, the man gave a small smile and a nod as a sort of greeting towards him before he took a seat not too far from where the Duck was perched.
With another nod, he motioned to the book he had been reading. "This one's pretty good, from what I've read..." he muttered, his german accent evident in his deep tone of voice. He didn't know if the Duck could read or not, but he figured he might as well make a suggestion none the less.

((Sorry if this kind of sucks. Rather squicked out from nearly eating moldy bread, much less touching it. -shudder-))

[Wanderer]

(Nah, don't worry posts are a-lot better than mine.)

Wanderer looked up as the book floated above his head. "Interesting." he thought with little emotion as he saw the book land in front of Sasha. He stared at it for a few seconds, before he noticed the man's welcoming gesture. The duck gave a small smile back and gingerly hopped over to the man. He couldn't afford to damage his wing anymore than it already had been.

(Gotta go, sorry for the short post.)

[Sasha]

Sasha paused to adjust his glasses a little as he watched Wanderer walk over and taking notice as one of his wings seemed a bit mis-aligned and ruffled. Sasha frowned slightly. He wasn't much of a healer as he was a man of science, but he was also an agent, and he knew when he had a few broken bones. In fact just a month ago he had his arm broken. And no, he wasn't off doing any spy-stuff or chasing down psychic criminals. Milla decided to tease him with a calculator and he fell off of the stool he was on while doing taxes. Because infatuation can make men do stupid things sometimes, he didn't think of using his Levitation to catch himself because he thought Milla would catch him. But none the less, he knew what it was like to have a damaged limb or two.

"Do you need any help?" He asked with mild concern, looking away from his book for the moment for the Duck's reaction. He didn't feel pity for him, but in a way he sympathized. Though he never really did warm up to relying on anybody else other than Milla while doing a mission, he never really rejected an offer to help even if he abhorred it. And it looked like the wing was damaged beyond repair, or had been like that for a few years at least. Even if he couldn't fix it, he could at least offer some support if the duck needed it.

[Wanderer]

Wanderer looked at the human. This was the first time a human ever spoke to him like that. Granted, the only encounter with a human he ever had was the farmer back at the farm back at home, and Wanderer had to hide from him a few times, because the first time the farmer saw him, he nearly got his wings cut off, and that would've been truly pathetic, a Guard Duck without wings, he would've been the laughing stock the entire glade. It was already bad enough that the mallard had broken his wing fighting off the weasel.

"No, I'm fine." the mallard said, he knew Sasha had been referring to his wing. The ex Guard Duck stretching out his left wing, with some pain included. "This thing has been broken for a while."

[Sasha]

Sasha only gave a small nod as Wanderer declined his offer to help. He understood, though he frowned again, picking up the pain Wanderer was feeling as he stretched his left wing. While he wasn't as strong of an Empath as Milla was, he did have the ability as well. It's just that Milla's empathic abilities was greater, second only to her Levitation. Briefly he waved a hand, cracking open the book he had been skimming over and a page flipped by itself as the book levitated. If it was as broken as he imagined, then repairing it would be impossible.

"It seems pretty badly broken. A shame, really. I've always admired the flight of birds. But I'm sure that doesn't stop you from doing other things." he replied, giving the page a quick read before looking over to Wanderer again. "It is just another obstacle, another problem to overcome in time..." He mused, giving a thin, friendly smile. Another thought crept up in to his mind as he observed Wanderer, now that the duck was closer to him. He looked muscular, strong enough to fend for himself despite his impairment. From what Sasha knew, if a bird was on the ground it was mostly already dead since birds couldn't exactly defend themselves against predators. So was it possible Wanderer could fend for himself, and how was he able to? "Might I ask how it ended up like that? You don't have to tell me if you don't wish to, I'm merely curious from a scientific standpoint."

[Wanderer]

"Yes, I used to be a great flier back when I was younger." Wanderer replied with a monotone voice, remembering his days as a Guard Duck, now a forgotten memory of the past. "But, yes you are correct, my damaged wing hasn't stopped me from continuing my life."

The bird returned a brief smile before telling his story, yes stories from the glory days. "In my younger days, I used to be a Guard Duck you see. For generations, Guard Ducks have been protecting the flock from predators and any possible danger. Apparently I was really good at my job. The local mayor said he had never seen a Guard Duck as brave and physically fit as me." he paused. He wasn't bragging, Wanderer was only pointing out the facts. He hesistated to continue. "Then one day, an old predator of my flock, a weasel, attacked us. Being the Guard Duck, it was my natural instinct to attack her and protect my flock. After a long battle, the weasel swiped at my wing, breaking it, and in return I took out her eye."

He paused again before resuming. "Because of my disability, I was forced to resign from my duties and lived out the rest of my days in a local farmyard. I've tried to fly, many times, but I've never been off the ground since." Wanderer finished his tale, then studying his wing.

[Sasha]

Sasha nodded slightly as he listened, piecing what Wanderer had told him together like a jigsaw puzzle. That did make sense, as weasels were predatory animals and often preyed on Ducks, snakes and other animals of that nature. The book he had been reading was still floating, the man using a bookmark he had found to mark his place before he closed it, though he kept an outward, contemplative expression as he looked over at Wanderer again.

"I see...I'm sure that your damaged wing has something to do with it. I'm not too sure as to how it can be fixed now, as I don't know how long you've had it for, but I'm sure there must be something here that could help." He replied, still thinking on the matter. "As for me, I've had numerous accounts where I've nearly died, I have lost colleagues, friends, Mentors and even those I rarely called Family. It is the duty that comes with being a Psychic Government Agent after all, you are risking your life to protect the free thought and lives of others, Psychic or not. But I am sure that if I did come down with a disability such as my powers being suppressed, I would resign as well. It would only be Logical to do so," He replied, pausing. "But that would not mean that I would not continue on. While Life may be, to be frank, a pain in the ass, I do not regret it."

[Wanderer]

"I see." He replied taking his eye of the wing and then focused on Sasha. He listened to him talk about his loses. "I'm sorry about you're losses." he said. I broke my wing a few summers back. Yes, life has been hard since the weasel injured my wing, but I have managed to survive. I even had a mate." Wanderer shut his eyes at the thought of his love. If only I had arrived just a few seconds earlier...

The mallard opened his eyes and glared at the human. "But like you said, life is about moving foward, no matter how painful it may be."

[Sasha]

Sasha gave a small nod as Wanderer said he was sorry for his losses. "And I yours. The life of a Psychic is dangerous. It is never easy having to take down an Insane Colleague once he's been deemed as a threat to himself and others, but it is necessary."

Sasha kept his expression unreadable as the Duck's own thought echoed in his head, deciding not to comment on the matter. He managed a small smirk as he continued to listen to Wanderer, leaning back in his chair a bit with a thoughtful expression while idly fiddling with an unlit cigarette taken from his pocket. Briefly a mental image of Milla flashed across his mind, though he dismissed it a split second later. He loved Milla, he wouldn't deny that. They were Partners for a good ten years or so, and while it was true that she often talked about who or where she had a recent Date and he seethed in quiet jealousy back at his apartment, anger if they did anything to upset her...he just thought that she deserved someone better than himself. Sasha gave a small sigh, looking back over to Wanderer for the moment with a small smile. "True...I'm sorry, how rude of me. I suppose I must have forgotten to tell you my name while we were having our discussion..I'm Sasha."

[Wanderer]

Wanderer flashed the painful memory out of his mind and shifted his attention at Sasha. He gave a weak smile as he introduced himself. "Pleasure to meet you Sasha. My name is Nagae, or Wanderer, as it is translated in your language." the duck introduced himself. Wanderer did have a real name, but ever since his failure as a Guard Duck, he refused to use that name ever again. So after Leafie nicknamed him Wanderer, the mallard took it in as his true name.

He then looked at the book that floated before the man. "So, how exactly are you doing that?" he asked, straightfoward. Even though Wanderer didn't know too much about human activity, he was no idiot. He knew humans couldn't levitate objects like that. If that was the case, the farmer back at home wouldn't be breaking his back collecting crops for his harvest.

[Sasha]

Sasha quirked an eyebrow. Nagae, the language sounded rather familiar...Or, the sound of it did. He vaguely recalled a mission in China, and while the Mission required a translator as Sasha did not speak Chinese, the name was used once before to provide the description of the suspect. In short, Sasha got shot and the guy ended up being jailed, Case closed.

Sasha then looked over to the book, having noticed that it was still levitating before looking over to Wanderer again. Hmm..That's a thought. How would I explain being Psychic to a Duck?' he thought, glancing over to the book again. This situation..it was somewhat awkward, almost like having to explain his Powers to his Father. "Well.." He began, gathering his thoughts. With a flick of his hand, the book them thumped down on to the desk.

"I suppose you could say I'm not like most Humans you know. The Government, I suppose you could say it's the Human version of a squad of Guard Ducks...they accepted me and let me work for them because I have certain..talents..that most Humans do not, not to brag or anything," He paused, almost hesitant. "The brain works on a sort of frequency, much like a Human's radio. And there are people in the world, very few of us, with unique frequencies, that can manipulate the air and water, and read other people’s thoughts, and send out electric shocks, and generate fields of energy..." He trailed off and watched Wanderer for a reaction before he continued.

"I was born like this, being Psychic is a genetic mutation. It is not something you can just learn overnight, and I even work hard to provide and improve the skills of others, children, and train them to become agents, to help them realize their full potential and to have them see that they are not alone. Many countries use us. As… as weapons and as tools. We can do other things—we can track things, and sneak into places and...We’re valuable. They let me stay because I can do it all. Not as skills as some of the other Psychics I know but...I suppose you could say I'm one of their top 'Guard Ducks' as well." he gave a small shrug, then a smile. "I remember when I was a boy, my Teachers in school hated me. They thought I was cheating on tests, when I would call out answers seconds before they even wrote the question down on the blackboard. I even made one teacher resign because I told the entire class about her personal life, but that's what being a Telepath is. You can't exactly control if you hear someone's thoughts or not. They're just sort of..there."

"If you want, I could tell you what you are thinking. Think of anything at all, a memory, something someone said to you..."

[Chase Young]

(ooc: have not made bow's account yet, will do so later)

Young girl was still getting used to the new body she had required. But she was loving every minute of it. The long blue dress she wore made her feel like the princess she had been back in the days of old. Her green hair brushed against her face as she entered the huge library. Books of all sorts were before her, more than she had seen in her own home. The distance words of conversation caused her ears to perk as she went to find the source of the conversation.

Rather than be rude and enter the conversation, the young girl decided best to wait until she was addressed or until the conversation was finished. Until then, she curiously glanced at different books or fanned herself

[Wanderer]

Wanderer listened to Sasha as he explained Psychics to him. He couldn't deny that it wasn't fascinating, but the way he explained it, it sounded like both a blessing and a curse. "Ah, I see." he said when he was done. "I don't know much about humans, but that is very interesting." he stated with a smile and a nod. "If it isn't a bother, would you?" he asked about his mind reading offer.

The duck then turned to see the girl sitting not to far away reading. She looked like she was reading, minding her own business and didn't want to be interrupted. So, that's what he did and turned back to Sasha.