Polite Conversation (Mia)

[Jordan Scholl]

First he'd had to do some research just to find out where her room was.

Then he had to get up the guts to actually come down here and talk to her.

Then he convinced himself it was suicide and he was never going to come down and talk to her at all...but he would write her a letter.

Then he decided he would write the letter and go and knock on the door and if she was home great and if not he'd just slip the letter under the door and everything would be fine and he wouldn't be in any sort of trouble. And everything would be okay.

That was the plan, anyway.

So now Jordan was standing outside the door, hand raised to knock. Just as he knocked on the door, a sudden burst of anxiety came through and he vibrated out of visibility. If anyone listened hard, though, they might hear his teeth chattering.

He'd knocked on the door. He would give it exactly ten seconds. If no one showed up, then clearly they weren't home and he could leave without having to confront anyone about anything, and wouldn't that be nice, haha haha...yeah. Right.

One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, he thought to himself, or possibly whispered aloud.

"Please don't let her be home," he murmured.

[Mia Keystone]

he cameras were back up, thank god. Mia had felt nearly blind without them keeping an eye on her door. It was weird, opening the door with no idea who was behind it. How people dealt with it was beyond her; what if it was an assassin? Or a ninja? Or Sean Neville?

As it was, she had caught sight of her young apprentice as he came to her door, then smirked as he vanished from sight. What had his panties in a twist? Pushing her chair away from her desk, she spun around like a true super villain and stood up. Her legs were a bit off from sitting for so long but she was used to it, and shook them out. Her purple jeans were loose, so they didn't restrict blood flow too much.

With a sigh, she put a hand on the door nob and yanked it open quickly. "I know you're there, Scholl," she said ominously, "My cameras saw you before you pulled out the invisibility cloak. Hurry up and come in."

What exactly he was there about she had no idea, but given he had actually found the guts to come down here (he hadn't done that before) it was most likely best for the paranoid duo that they didn't talk in a public area. Also, her roommates were annoying, even if Levi and Evan spent a lot of time in their room(s) now.

Ha, totally called that.

She turned abruptly and walked back into her room, then turned and looked expectantly where the kid had been before he'd done the hummingbird thing. "Come on, hurry up."

[Jordan Scholl]

Crap. She was there. And she knew he was there. What was the point of being invisible if everyone knew you were there, anyway? Though he supposed it wasn't everyone, just Mia. She seemed to know everything anyway, so it almost wasn't even worth trying to hide something from her. Briefly he wondered if she would be at the big seminar Sean Neville was holding.

Stepping in the door and taking a few deep breaths to try to regain his visibility, he followed Mia to her room. Very slowly. He still wasn't quite sure this was a good idea and was doing his best to keep from bolting. Looking down at his arms he could see that they were still shaking. Visible, but a bit...blurred. He scowled at them until they stopped.

When she called back he stepped forward hurriedly. He was here, better to get this over with.

"Um." He winced at his poor start once they were actually ready to talk. "I mean. Um. No, that's not...that's not how..."

Did she have to be so intimidating? He hadn't even done anything wrong this time! She was the one doing something wrong, and he was here to tell her about it. Remembering his mission gave him a sense of purpose and he straightened.

"Why are you going through my emails?" he asked her, looking straight ahead at a space just above her head. "You shouldn't be doing that, it's invasion of privacy. And what did that message even mean, anyway? Am I actually supposed to go to that training session? Do you go through the rest of my emails too? You don't hack my computer, do you?" Now that he was going, he figured he might as well get it all out in one go. It was easier to just not stop talking so she wouldn't have an opportunity to actually retort.

"Um." But he had to run out of steam eventually. "So. Yeah. You shouldn't be going through everyone's emails." Don't hurt me. It wasn't said, but he thought it. Really hard. This would be a great time for her to become a telepath suddenly.

[Mia Keystone]

the only movement Mia showed as Jordan started speaking was a slight tap of her foot. "You done?" she asked cooly when he'd finished speaking, then sighed and shook her head. "Dude, worst accusation ever. If you want to accuse someone," she put her hands on either side of his face and pulled his head down to face her, "you need to look them in the eye." Her own eyes were sharp, one eyebrow lifted in a enigmatic expression.

That lesson done, she let go and settled back a bit in her chair. "Firstly," she held one finger up imperiously, "I go through everyone's email. I do code word searches, and read what shows up. It's important. How else will I find The Truth?" Because that was the goal. What The Truth was, she was not sure yet. But it was out there.

Besides, a part of her was bristling that she was getting told off by a) someone who was four years younger then her, and b) someone she'd actually been looking out for, in a sort of paranoid over protective way. "Isn't it obvious? "Private training" sessions?" she even did the quotation marks with her fingers. "By some new guy? What if he's just trying to get info on our powers? I haven't had time to look into him yet, and didn't want you exposing all your weaknesses to a possible spy!"

Yes, it made sense. You shut up.

[Jordan Scholl]

"Y-yeah. I think I'm done." Now she could kill him.

Except...she only tried to give him another lesson on intimidating people. Which was strange. It was almost like she was being nice or something. Because most people probably would have come away from this encounter in a much worse position, based on evidence gleaned from different nurse reports filed. So Jordan only stared wide-eyed at Mia as she tried to train him to be a better intimidator.

But then she completely admitted to going through everyone's mail. And she somehow seemed to think this was a good thing! All Jordan was getting was a vibe of intense paranoia.

"Th-the truth?" Jordan was confused as to what exactly Mia was referring to here. "About Hammel, or what?"

He was also a bit concerned about her apparent concern about the trainers. "Um...yeah, he's a new trainer. He's supposed to be getting information about our powers. That's his job." He was pretty sure that the people in charge of hiring wouldn't have hired a spy. They were pretty good about these things. They had people doing mind reading and all that, so how was a spy supposed to get into the building, even?

"If it means that much to you I guess I won't tell all my weaknesses. Not like I even know what they all are. But whatever." He stood quietly for a few moments, resisting the urge to say I think you're being paranoid. Life was still dear to him.

[Mia Keystone]

It was hard for her to resist through her hands up into the air (Mia had a regularly tapped flair for the dramatic), and so she didn't resist and went with the flailing. "The truth about this whole idea!" she practically shouted, then shook her head. "You're too young for The Truth," she said finally, and suddenly sounded a lot like Jack Nickelson. "You can't handle it yet." Her eyebrows snapped together, and she glared a dare for him to try and argue the point with her. "It's classified."

Honestly though, a part of her wanted to smack him over the head, and the other part wanted to kick him right between the legs. "He's new, exactly. The other trainers here, well," Mia ran over her list via her phone, eyes glazing over slightly, then she blinked and frowned at Jordan again. "Most of them have been here for ages, except that English dude, but you dont see him off trying to get one on one time with "volunteer" students."

Slowly, the short technopath was getting angry. She had been trying to protect the stupid git from a possible threat, and he was going to whatever her? "Scholl," she said slowly, quietly, through a clenched jaw, "You do whatever you god damn want. And don't worry, I'll keep out of your mail. Now piss off."

Wrenching the door open, the now furious mini hacker jerked her head towards it. Her excuse of a haircut fell into her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest and scowled. "Oh, and you know how that hyrdokenetic dick in my year was giving you shit? Ever wondered how I found that out? Ever wondered why it stopped?"

No good deed goes unpunished, apparently.

[Jordan Scholl]

"Oh. Okay, I guess..." Jordan still had no idea what this mysterious "truth" was. Which was apparently classified. "Well, when you figure it out, maybe you could tell me. I might be old enough by then." Since he suspected it would probably take a while to figure out whatever it was she was attempting to figure out.

"Wait, what are you saying? You think the guy's a creep or something?" Jordan asked, eyes wide. He'd noticed Mia's eyes going a bit fuzzy as she apparently went over something in her mind and guessed it was something with her power. Which was strange, but he supposed it made sense. She could at least control her power. "I don't think he can be that bad. He got past Mr. Neville and everything." Jordan was unaware of any tension between Mia and Sean and thus blundered into this error quite easily.

The "whatever" had clearly been a mistake. But it was too late to recognize it until it was out of his mouth. Mia's eyes narrowed and Jordan took a hasty step back, shrinking a little to hide his head from any blows. But then when Mia sent him off, he felt even worse than if she'd kicked him. It was like that one passage in the Bible he'd heard the priest talk about on Sunday: And God gave them over to their wickedness. Somehow, Jordan felt like he'd just be handed back to the wolves.

She yanked the door open and Jordan slowly shuffled toward it. But in case he didn't feel bad enough, there was one more blow still coming. And he took it, wincing at every word, but not replying. He knew coming here was a bad idea. He'd thought he was going to talk to Mia and try to get her to stop invading his privacy, but all he felt now was bad that he hadn't trusted her to be looking out for his best interests. So as he stood just outside her room, shoulders hunched and head bowed, he waited for the door to slam in his face. It was all he deserved.

"I'm sorry, Mia," he said quietly, trying to keep himself from crying. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He wasn't even sure if she'd heard him. He turned to walk down the long hallway back toward the door and his own dorm room. If he didn't have Mia helping him at the training session on Saturday, he'd have to find a way to do everything on his own, spying on the guy and trying to see what was really going on. There was planning to do, if he was going to try to spy all on his own.