sweethymns | Pictures in the Dark

[He watches with a sense of wonderment, which is only tempered by the situation they're in. Despite himself, he can't help but joke just a little around her.]

No, usually you're just being very... ah, forceful with that arm of yours.

[But hey, this invisibility thing is pretty nifty. She should use her magic around him more often.]

Hey! [She says that, but it's joking too.]

It's what I have to work with, don't I? Ah, but let's hush now...

[She puts a finger to her lips and then walks a little backwards into the wall so they won't be in the way of whoever decided to make a visit to this gallery as well.]

[Michael follows suit, reining in any other joking comments he might be inclined to make. Besides, he has to focus, now. Just in case the noise ends up leading to trouble -- he can only hope that isn't the case, though.

The draw nearer, slowly, quietly, until they finally reach the entrance to another larger gallery area. The voices grow louder, then, and more audible; Michael and Iona will likely be able to make out three figures and hear their statements clearly.

Perhaps the most disconcerting though, is that one of those individuals seems to be a holding an urn. Was it the one they were looking for? Michael narrows his eyes at the man, tall and possessing dark, short hair, trying to make him out better. He's standing next to another man, an inch or two shorter, with dirty blonde hair, and a girl. She looks particularly exasperated, and speaks next.]

[Lyra stands with her arms crossed, looking a bit impatient. Honestly, she has no idea why she's here -- it's not like they have any use for her powers in an abandoned museum.]

Are we done now? This place is creepy, dusty, and I think I've got a tiny piece of... rubble or something in my shoe.

[Morgan, on the other hand, appears far less annoyed, a bit harder to read than the other two. He has a vaguely amused smile on his face, if one squints hard enough. He also has his arms crossed, but in a more casual manner than Lyra.]

Why are you asking me, Lyra? This is Jacob's mission, remember? He had the privilege of choosing it, so we're following his lead this time.

[How cute.]

[Jake, however, shushes them both, a hissing noise that escapes from between his teeth.]

Quiet, the both of you- I'm trying to think, here.

[He turns the urn around in his hands, looking it over. It looked so... mundane and not particularly special. Why was their client paying so much money for this piece of junk? Are they in the right place?]

It matches the description. But something doesn't feel right. It can't be this simple.

[But isn't that what you wanted, Jake? Easy money, a job where they don't have to get hurt or hurt anyone in return?]

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... Oh.

[Oh indeed. Hm. HMMMMM.

Iona's doing that thing with her brows again, the worried furrowing and wrinkling her nose. She turns to Michael, the uncertainty being very clear on her face.]

This... This is going to be awkward. I think I know one of them.

[Michael's expression turns into one of faint confusion, looking over at Iona and speaking in a hushed tone.]

Which one? [He looks back at the group, not sure what to make of them, or why they're even here.] How do you know them?

I don't know the other two...

[Iona points to Morgan though.]

I've met him though. He was a customer at the Grind. He's only been there once though.

[Iona shakes her head.]

No one really liked him. It's kind of hard to put my finger on why though.

Other two customers.

[Oh, thanks Oren. Even though he's also invisible, he's visible to Iona and Michael. He points to Lyra and Jacob.]

Acquainted with him.

[Michael creases his brows, trying to decide on what the best course of action might be.]

So, is that a good thing or a bad thing? [He glances at Morgan, the one that Iona described as no one liking him when he visited the cafe. He can't quite pinpoint it himself either, but there is something decidedly off about the guy.] Do you think we could just talk to them, explain the situation?

Well, it's awkward? I mean... I shouldn't be talking to customers outside of the workplace shouldn't I??

[Iona, your boyfriend works at your cafe, geez...]

Ah, but we can listen in on them for another minute. We can gauge what we can do from there and follow them in the meanwhile.

[He nods, figuring that Iona at least has a good point -- they may as well try to assess the situation a bit more before they make a move.

He remains quiet, and equally uncertain, as he listens in further. The taller, dark-haired man speaks again, and Michael eavesdrops quite intently.]

[Jake is turning to look at Morgan and Lyra, hesitance still sketched into his otherwise gruff expression.]

You sure we weren't given any other details as to what this thing is supposed to be?

Uh, hello? It's an urn. [It's partly said to just annoy Jake, as she's smart enough to know what he's really asking.]

And by the way, since when did it matter? We're going to bring it back to the client, they're gonna be real happy about it -- happy enough to give us our cut of the pay. You're overthinking it too much, Jake.

[Morgan chimes in, since Jake seems to be so prone to vacillation and indecision.]

She's right, you know. Things become far less complicated when you refrain from asking needless questions. We might as well leave with our "treasure" in tow, and return it as soon as we're able.

[It's the obvious solution, to him.]

[Iona shakes her head at the trio.]

Yeah, they have no idea what they're dealing with. Oh well, let me see what I can...

[Her right arm is suddenly flickering and the colorful light it emits from the crystals embedded in her skin begin to bounce off the walls.]

U-Uh oh...!

[Why is it reacting like that? Because whatever is in the urn is reacting to Iona and in turn, her crystal arm is reacting back.]

I-Iona...! [Michael says in the hushiest of hushed tones, yet still conveying his concern quite well, as if that'll somehow stop the sudden light show. The lights dance all over the wall and ceiling, and the three strangers would literally have to be blind to not notice it.

He hopes against hope that maybe... they'll just... ignore it? (Fat chance.)]

[Fat chance, indeed. All three of them do notice it, and while Lyra looks confused and Morgan looks skeptical and vaguely amused, Jake straightens immediately, gazing over to where he can judge the lights are coming from.

He's taking it just a bit more seriously than the other two.]

Who's there?!

[Like she'll answer that! There's no way Iona can make her arm settle down and the glamour finally fades away. She curses under her breath at firs,t but then, she instead turns to Michael, her eyes lighting up with an idea.]

Michael! Can you handle freezing one, maybe two minutes? I'm gonna nab that urn.

[Michael sets his jaw; using his powers was never something he liked leaning on, but the young man could recognize when it was necessary. At the very least, it sounded like it would be the easiest way of resolving this situation without any needless conflict. He exhales, mentally preparing himself, then nods at Iona.]

Okay, I'll try. But you've gotta hurry.

[He's about to kick his powers into gear, but the other three are already trying to make their own move...]

So if there's someone or something here, Jake, you should probably do something about it. Or are you just going to stand there like a statue?

[The colors were all distracting, but more distracting is the fact that there's something going down that all of them are oblivious to, and the more seconds that pass, the more Lyra is really disliking this idea.]

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Shut the hell up, Lyra. I'm working on it.

[And working on it, he is. It just appears that he's just standing there, frowning in the direction of invisible Michael and Iona, but after awhile, something moves -- it's hard to tell what, though, because it appears invisible, only visible by the way it's kicking up dust and rubble in one giant sweep... towards the two.

He's using his powers, the equivalent of reaching out with his soul and giving whatever is there a giant, telekinetic thrashing, if it connects. It's like a massive invisible tentacle reaching out to crush whatever might be in its way.

Jake was never one for subtlety.]

[Michael isn't sure what's going on, but he can see the dust being swept up and the floor rumbling a bit, like something massive is headed their way that they can't see. He curses under his breath, gripping Iona's hand tight to make sure that his powers affect her equally.]

Crap, hold on-!

[So much for whispering, but it's kind of a stressful situation, okay. He forces his eyes closed and concentrates, and time stops all around them. Iona will have to make her way around a force she can't see, though; the direct route is being blocked by Jake's frozen powers.]

[Here she goes! Iona lets go of Michael's hand and rushes forward and stumbles when she feels something invisible in her way?]

What the hell?? Oh, crap gotta take the long way around...!

[And she does just that managing to make it around Jake to pluck the urn out of his hands.]

Got it!

[And she runs back to Michael.]

Are you feeling okay?

[Because first and foremost, him using his powers is a risk and Iona worries that even a minute might get him dizzy.]

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