Foolish Intellect {K.iriel}

[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek Fulgidus was asleep. It was the most vulnerable state for a person to be in, he had no will at this moment, he had no..No real conscious behavior and was open to anything. Even in his slumbering state, Zeek was very easily manipulated.

However, Zeek was no ordinary sleeper. He slept in a bed, somewhat. Much like most people, but he had sub-consciously added his own little twist. His power over weather and what it included meant his sub-conscious often had him sleeping upon a cloud, even under the covers. Or he'd end up sleeping on the ceiling, held up with a cloud.

Zeek was never aware of this unless he awoke in the night or he caught the cloud just before it vanished in the morning. Now though, the purple haired man was stilled wrapped in the covers, in his white little bungalow, atop the single white bed he slept in, with a cloud supporting his head.

His mouth was open, and his reading glasses were still on, while a book lay across his chest. Falling asleep mid-book was a horrid habit for Zeek, but one he couldn't kick. Nor did he really want to, it didn't bother him too much.

However, in his deep sleeping state, Zeek didn't realize he had left all his windows open, nor did he know that the door he usually bolted locked was locked simply, and his keys were still in the door, facing the outside. He had come home from shopping, opened the door and headed inside to unpack his groceries. He hadn't thought twice about receiving his keys. For an intellect, Zeek could have some foolishly forgetful moments. A soft snore broke out from the man, as a cool October breath of wind blew in throughout his home.

[K.iriel]

Aikia crept up to the door, padding as quietly as any cat. Her one hand trickled down her side to the soft black cloth tucked into her boot top, muffling the clinking of the lock picks swaddled inside. A moment’s hesitation to study the door showed her that they were unneeded. Aikia pulled a soft bag of oil from her belt pouch and oiled the hinges of the door before opening it. No sense doing this if she was going to be lazy about it. She replaced the bag in her pouch and slipped her sword out of the sheath with a faint metallic ring. Continuing through the door, she moved low to the ground and never stayed in one spot long. The fear of knocking over a stack of books flitted through her mind as she danced across the floor, nearing what she had discovered to be the bedroom.
She smiled to herself, eyes glinting with a dark joy at the sight of her prey. The night wind and sound came in through the many windows he had left open-foolish, for even though she did not need the invitation, there were others who might take him up on the offer. She positioned herself with her back to the door, making sure she had plenty of space in case he tried to do anything. Her sword went to rest delicately upon the underside of his chin, pricking like the rose it resembled when she put a little pressure on it.
Wake, mutant, she commanded. Give yourself over to my command and no harm will come to you. Resist, and, well….I believe we both know where that road leads. To the knife of red and the cage of black, she thought silently.
Back to the hell where we are born.

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[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek was by far, no survivor. He was one of the soundest sleeper's he knew, and effectively, did not wake to the wide-hipped woman's blade against his chin. Another snore, as Zeek's eyes flitted beneath his lids. If the Agent leering over him had knocked over any of his books, it wouldn't have awoken him. In fact, if she had cooked herself some lunch and effectively slammed the door upon her entry - he probably still wouldn't have woken up.

But Zeek was not impossible to wake, as he rolled to the side, away from the breeze he had half called into the room, he sliced the underneath of his jaw. The pale expanse seemed completely fine, until a thin red line showed up. It stung, pained him enough to wake him. So she had achieved her first objective in waking her subject. Zeek grumbled. His eyes flitting open as his glasses lay askew. "W..What?"

[K.iriel]

The agent scowled; annoyed that blood had been shed. Never mind that it didn’t really matter, it still annoyed her. Get up, mutant, she commanded, holding no suspicion that he would disobey. When he didn’t move as quickly as she liked, she lunged forward and grabbed the front of his shirt, hauling him up out of the bed. The book that lay on his chest thumped top the floor. She slammed him into the wall, using her momentum to give her leverage. She snarled at him.
When I give you an order, you follow it, you purple-haired freak! Aikia hissed, eyes glaring. She waited for him to reply, wondering what in the world someone could say to that as her anger continued to fizzle in an angry red line. The breeze enticed through the open windows and-oddly-from somewhere else in the house caused her to have to suppress a shiver.
Ah, that’s right, she remembered. This one does stuff to the weather.
You are wanted by the good doctors. And the doctors don’t like to be kept waiting, sonny-my-lad. Only after she said it did she realize that she had addressed him as a younger-he was obviously a few years older than her. Well, better to let him think she had the advantage in both age and ability.

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[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek had been startled by the image of a person leering over him, and that had only been made worse when he was thrown out of his bed. He also winced when he heard the snapping of the spine of his book. That was such a good book.. Zeek thought to himself, looking a little mournful until she practically spat her words at him.

His lilac eyebrows shot up, finding it a little different to have such a small woman order him about, but he knew she was an agent. One, she had broken into his home and demanded him to awaken, not something a normal burglar would do. Two, she had mentioned doctors, never a good sign. His throat tightened considerably. "I was asleep." He told her, as firmly as he could while stood in a baggy pink shirt and a pair of equally baggy shorts. Altogeter, he didn't feel that intimidating. But it was worth a try, no matter how much he doubted it would do any good.

Zeek took a mental note of the impatience and anger she had demonstrated to him, and moved a hand up to right the askew glasses he wore on his nose. "What would the doctors want with me?" Zeek asked, still half asleep as she addressed him. He could see he was a little older looking, but some people looked young, perhaps she was older than him, but looked a little younger. The purple haired man didn't think he'd get to find this out - considering idle chit chat wasn't something a mutant could get away with around an agent.

[K.iriel]

Aikia raised her eyebrow. You know what the doctors want with you, she said, slightly amazed at his audacity in replying. She glared, suddenly painfully aware that he was taller than her. Damn tall people…. Aikia twisted him around so that he was facing the wall and pulled a pair of reinforced handcuffs out of her pouch. She cuffed him with one hand, keeping her sword in the other. She sighed.
Your clothing does absolutely nothing to help you in way of intimidation or diplomacy, she muttered. She got a good hold on the cuffs and hauled him towards the door, not really caring if he fell or not. A few piles of books toppled over as she carved a path for herself and the man she had made a captive of.
When they reached the door, she checked to make sure that no one was there-even though she knew the man was alone. Aikia pulled him up, righting him so that his balance was centred again. Now, you are going to be quiet about this, she hissed. Breath even a bit loudly and you will find that things will get quite uncomfortable for you. She stared into his eyes, making sure that he got the idea.

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[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek sighed, hoping she would believe that she had made a mistake. It hadn't worked, as he now found himself staring at the beige wall he had so many shelves of books upon. A click was heard upon the snap of the handcuffs. They felt pretty sturdy, but they also felt metal. That could work for him, that could. Zeek almost nodded to himself, but restrained from doing so. "They're pajamas, they're not meant to." He informed her, letting himself be tugged along. He could get himself out of this, easy as, but he was also hoping to find some information on what went on with the Agents. Had they been brainwashed or were they just cruel? Zeek had the urge to know. The purple haired man often found himself in trouble, after thirsting for knowledge.

Once they were through the door, Zeek puffed, casually blowing small clouds through his nose. If he wasn't to make noise, he was still able to have a little fun. The anger she showed could be fun - albeit dangerous - to play with.

[K.iriel]

Aikia glanced at the man in annoyance as he puffed through his nose. Ah, yes, he is the weather weaver, she reminded herself. Hopefully he won’t decide to do anything too…..forward, she thought, as I would hate to have to beat him up. She checked each room for inhabitants before walking through it, even though she was already sure that no one else was in the small house. She paused at the doorway to brush a few strands of pink hair from her face, it seemed her braid wasn’t holding up as she expected it to. Ah, well, there was no time to fix it then. She checked outside and then up and down the street, checking for vehicles or some person who decided that a late night stroll would be splendid. She had already refused help from the other agents, her pride saying she should capture this one lose thread herself.
Run devil run run devil run run,

[/i] she whispered to herself rhythmically, unbidden snatches of songs whirling in her mind as she continued to make sure that they were unnoticed. She checked quickly to make sure the man wasn’t trying anything funny and then steeled herself to run across the road and then down it a bit to where she had stashed her vehicle. Dragging the man with her would slow her down considerably, but she had planned for the eventuality, as it could not be escaped.
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[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek just hummed a small tune, standing in the street with his hands held tightly behind his back wouldn't have looked good. But he had his front up, he knew what he was doing.

And in all sense of the word risk, he let out a small..amused noise. Not a sigh, grunt, laugh or anything of the sort. Just a small noise. "So you come here often?" Zeek questioned, casually working raindrops from his fingers around the handcuffs. Often, if he used lightening, that was more than visible. But if it were something like water, eating away at the metal, that wasn't something every Tom Dick and Harry could spot.

[K.iriel]

Aikia slapped his hands, disrupting whatever his twitchy little fingers were doing there. She scowled at him as she dragged him across the street and towards the unassuming blue minivan that she used to transport subjects. I don't come here often, she growled at him, And neither will you be, soon. She pushed him in the passengers seat where she could watch him before hurrying into the driver's seat. She started up the car and put it into drive, getting more tense as the engine purred at her. Help I'm alive, she whisper-hummed to herself, fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel. Cars had freaked her out ever since she had started driving. She dared to glance over at him to make sure that he wasn't trying anything odd before staring intently out into the road.

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