Jean could never get used to the whole mind walking thing. Bad or good visions, they were all the same. It was the equivalent of a dream you're conscious about. It made it worse when the emotions sometimes bleeded over to the person tagging along. Hands remained still, rigid while holding on to Errol and Molly's hand. From what he was seeing, his suspicion about the father being cruel was spot on, however he was wrong about Roman Geero being the one behind Carter's abduction. A small wave of disappointment fell on Jean. He was doing so well with this investigation too. It was another person, or something. Yellow eyes were staring back from the darkness cast by the hood this woman was wearing. It was unsettling to be honest. Jean could feel what Molly felt, those fingernails that trailed the little girl's soft cheek. The words that were spoken from her left him dumbfounded. They were enough to leave an impression. The memory soon blacked out, being replaced by a blinding light. Eyes quickly looked away as they adjusted to the scene around. They were in the park now, and Molly was watching Carter enjoy himself by a stream with a friend. "That must be Isaac." Jean's words echoed. Nicole's voice could be heard chatting away. Suddenly Molly's heartbeat echoed in this dream as the abduction took place before the little girl's eyes. Fear was becoming prominent. Jean did his best to remain calm, knowing full well that these weren't his emotions, but Molly's. Mandible tensed, and breathing shifted slightly as heart rate struggled to remain calm. It was those yellow eyes again, staring back at Molly while a gun was aimed to Carter's head. Molly's viewpoint shifted to Nicole for a brief moment before looking back to where the hooded woman was. She was gone, and Molly's desperation became evident before the memory ending. Eyelids lifted off of brown eyes as Jean awoke from the mind walk, immediately letting go of Errol and Molly's hands. Head felt light as if he had been drugged or something. "I can carve a building out of a mountain, but when it comes to sharing minds I start with the druggy symptoms... Mind walking sucks..." he uttered while shutting eyes and letting a hand rest on forehead. Letting in a deep breath, he sighed. "Too bad we don't have enough evidence to take you as well... Just what the hell did that woman mean...? Is she working for some abduction agency that specifically targets gifted people?" he let out, voice filled with ambivalence of groggy and irritation. After giving his forehead a good massage, he lowered hand and slowly rose to his feet in order to better get his balance. Brows were furrowed, the mind contemplating the woman he had just witnessed. Just what on earth was going? This woman was different, what with those yellow eyes; It creeped him out. Seeing what Molly saw, no wonder she was quiet. Roman Geero, and then this woman. What did the woman mean by evidence? Jean slowly walked to the wall nearby and placed a hand against it as he slowly settled his back against it. Pupils dilated as they stared off into the floor contemplating on all the details gathered so far. Mr. Geero was not the abductor. It was that woman whom...they could not I.D. because she was wearing that cat eared hoody that cast a strong shadow over her. Well, they knew something about her at least. Yellow eyes. Oh how Jean would never forget those eyes. It was rather an unnatural coloration for eyes. "Tch..." Jean uttered as he reminded himself to focus. "Evidence... What was she talking about?" he thought. Hands found themselves hiding in jacket pockets while the scholar reviewed what Nicole had said; the relevant information. It only took a moment before he remembered something the mother had told him. " After this story was run, it felt like someone was always watching us... I swear some cars tailed us many times, but I never saw anyone suspicious, it was just the feeling I had..." Nicole's words wrung in Jean's mind. Eyes narrowed as he began to put pieces together in his mind. "Too bad we don't have enough evidence to take you as well..." " After this story was run, it felt like someone was always watching us..." "They posted this photo without my permission... I didn't want anything out because the chance of his father finding out where we were was terrifying." Molly's drawings resurfaced in his mind, taking into account what Errol had told him about the two different black figures. He specifically remembered one of the pictures having the yellow eyed woman behind Nicole, Carter, and Molly. "it felt like someone was always watching us..." Jean uttered as Nicole's words wrung once more. Jean's eyes suddenly shut themselves in frustration as everything was becoming clear. A small grin appeared on Jean's face as he just let out a frustrated chuckle. "Those bastards..." he muttered out loud, realizing what the so called "Evidence" was that the woman was talking about. Bangs cast a shadow over eyes as Jean's head cocked forward slightly. "That woman with the yellow eyes... She's been watching you guys for a while already... ever since that newspaper article about the Guardian angel with Carter's face slapped right on it was published... She's been waiting for the opportune moment to strike." Jean took a good look at Molly before turning to Nicole in order to explain what he was on about. "Your daughter saw who took your son. My hunch is that this person was most likely watching you guys for a while. I think the abductor might be working for people who took an interest in your son AFTER the article was published..."
"Tell me you're having a better day than me," the voice spoke on the other end. Jean couldn't help but unleash a grin when he heard the Head Master speak. "You sound like you just want this day to end already." he started, taking a step forward to the corner of the house. "Was it the case files I asked you to put on my desk?" Hah... " he jested, placing a hand inside his jacket pocket before getting to business. "Anyway, so listen... The case with Carter Justice... I think there could be a potential breakthrough. As it turns out, Carter exhibited abilities like ours, and I suspect the little girl has them too... Errol, I suspect Ms. Justice's ex-husband is the one behind this... But I'm not to sure... So that's why I called you. The little girl, Molly. I think she saw who it was that took Carter that day. She seems to be not wanting to talk to us so I thought maybe... " Jean paused, hesitating for only a second. "I thought maybe you could... speak with Molly personally... I think the two of you would understand one another well." ---------------------------- Permission to use Errol to advance the plot a bit. It was the early afternoon when the house door was knocked. The door opened to reveal Errol which was a welcoming sight by Jean. His presence in the house would hopefully reassure Nicole in the decision necessary for Errol to do what he was called into do.
Nicole did not respond as of yet, so Jean watched Molly for a while, taking note of her sudden behavior. Christie had spoken to her just a minute ago, and yet the little girl had not responded. Irises slowly strayed from Molly's small form and to the drawings settled on the table. There were some weird pictures scattered on the small table top. Hands stretched themselves outward to reach for one when Nicole spoke which triggered Jean's attention to be redirected, thus causing hands to fall flat on the table away from the drawings. He listened on as the young mother explained everything to which clarified a lot of things. Bingo. Now that the mask had been removed from this situation, they could get straight to business, although one thing caught his attention. She had mentioned the father in a way that made Jean curious, but for the time he would refrain from asking that. It was especially clear for the scholar to hold off on that question when the mention of Molly being somewhat different became apparent. Brown eyes found themselves averted back to Molly. Small hands were folded onto small lap, lips sealed but ears most likely fine tuned to the conversation. Curiosity was strengthened when Jean saw the pile of drawings neatly placed before them. Could Molly...have powers? While focused on the drawings, Jean spoke, carefully taking the drawings into his hands as he leafed through them. If Molly truly had some kind of power, was it some form of Telepathy? Perhaps now was the time to mention the father. "Did weird things ever happen around the father too, Roman Geero? You mentioned him when explaining Carter's experiences. Were there ever signs of abnormal behavior or events whenever Mr. Geero was around?" he questioned while eyes scanned each picture. Many of the pictures stood out from normal as most of them displayed a black figure with yellow eyes, and a red aura around itself. Were these drawings from the little girl's imagination? Brows furrowed as he played around with the drawings, giving every character in them a role; he had a hunch that these may not be a result of a mere imagination. There was the father with the black hair and green shirt holding hands with Nicole...? There was what he would assume to be Nicole crying on her bed? No wait. Eyes took a closer look at the child's drawing. One picture was of the daughter and the mother holding hands. Hands sifted through the pages to go back to the picture with the black haired male and green shirt holding hands with the blonde female wearing pink. That was Carter and Molly. So then that meant...in every other picture there was no father... unless the father was in fact the monster in these images? Eyes examined the first page where abduction unfolded. A man with a gun, and a black aura. Hands sifted to a page where Carter was standing up to the monster while the mother was on the floor...with red stuff over her. Blood. "Oh..." was all Jean uttered before Nicole could reply. These pictures were Molly's were definitely memories, and thanks to them now he understood why Nicole was so afraid of her husband, hence the divorce. A heavy sigh escaped the man, while placing the pictures back on the tabletop. Brows furrowed from the frustration of having seen these recollections of Molly's memories. It was the father. It had to be. Not once was the father depicted in any of these drawings, but a monster was. Perhaps, Molly saw her own father as a monster. It would explain a lot actually. It made sense. Romans sudden disappearance after Carter's abduction, Nicole's reaction to whenever Roman Geero was mentioned, and the fact that these pictures lacked the human representation of Roman in all of them. Of course, these could be drawings based off of after the divorce occurred, hence why there was no father in any of them; but the latter was reinforced by his hunch. Besides, they could always confirm Jean's ever growing suspicion. Jean looked back up to see Molly, most likely oblivious to anything Nicole might have said in response to his earlier question. They had their evidence right here. In front of all them, their prime witness who could net the profiling of their suspect with 100% certainty. Hands placed themselves on the table as Jean slowly rose to his feet. There was no need for further questions. There was an easy solution to all of this. Looking over to Colton with his hoody placed over head, Jean gave a disappointed look as he averted gaze to Nicole. There was something he would need to talk to Colton about, but at a later time; and that was if Colton would even be willing to. "Nicole... I'm going to call Mr. Ingrao so he can meet us here. I have an idea, and he's really the only one I know capable of going through with it." he said, taking his smartphone out. Errol was on speed dial. All he would have to do is press the button on the keypad and he'd be calling the Head Master's cell in a millisecond. Assuming Nicole were to say yes, the cell would dial Errol Ingrao's cellphone number and Jean would ask whether Errol would be able to come to meet them at Nicole's residence.
Details were very important when going through information during an investigation. Jean immediately began to right down information; well more like correcting information. The son's friend and mother's name were written down on the pad while he waited for Nicole to bring him the photo of the ex-husband. It only took a few seconds for her to find the photo and bring it to him. When the young scholar looked up, eyes immediately made quick work of Nicole's body language. The way she held the photo face down, how her hand shook when she handed it over to him. Oh, and the photo was crumbled up. It was easy to assume Nicole no longer loved this man, or why else keep a photo of the man you divorced placed among random junk and such poor condition? Not to mention this woman's body language was somewhat distressed over the mention of this man. Placing the photo next to his pad, he wrote down the name, "Roman Gerro..." he uttered. Jean was becoming more suspicious of this man now that Nicole began to mention how his whereabouts were unknown. Free hand took the photo to get a look at how the man looked. The man was somewhat pale with black messy hair and a thin beard. "You can try to talk to her... But she probably won't say anything. The psychologists and detectives already tried to get a response out of her." Jean looked up to the woman, smiling at her reply towards Jean's attempt at talking with Molly. So far everything was going rather smooth, and Nicole seemed to be holding herself emotionally, which was a good thing because they needed her to be stable. Jean had been noticing Nicole's micro-body languages, and he could tell this was tough for her. "Oh don't worry about it, ma'm. I'm sure we can get something out of her... especially if you're there to he-" "What is to say that it wasn't you?" Colton spoke up in a grim voice as he looked up at Nicole. "I mean it is possible that you discovered Carter had powers and were scared of him so you got rid of him. You used the excuse of a kidnapping so no one would point fingers." Jean's eye lids hid themselves behind eye sockets to emphasize the shock in those brown eyes. Truly they were all caught off guard by Colton's words; and to think he was doing so well too. "Damn." "It wouldn't be the first time I saw something like that happen you know." Drama unfolded as Nicole reached what seemed to be her peak in emotional tolerance. Words were thrown out to defend herself, and all of it made sense to Jean who was resting his forehead on the palm of his hand. He really hated drama, especially from a woman. It was a battle for him to just be hear speaking with this woman due to his phobia, and it helped to remain focused on the task at hand. Investigate via gathering clues and information. Simple as that. Eyelids closed over eyes as to try to remain focused during this woman's ranting; to which Jean understood she had every right to. Chest expanded as air was deeply inhaled through nostrils, released in a calm inducing action. While jean zoned out into his momentary private place, ears began to pick up background noise. It as scribbling, heavy scribbling. It was odd because he was the only one in the room with a notepad, and it sure as heck wasn't him. Where was it coming from? Jean focused on the tiny microscopic vibrations induced by the scribbles through motion sensing; something he could do via applying molecular manipulation. It helped that sound waves were pretty weak in causing molecules to oscillate; although a heavy bass was a different story. Mind extended out into the space of the house. Quickly he removed all things that were not in motion, including the small sound waves produced by Nicole. Jean suddenly found himself in blackness with only one sound: The Heavy scribbling. Visually, he saw it. The changes in the air as an object dropped, tapped, and then scribbled. The process of this information was suddenly quick after the first initial tap after having pinpointed what he was sensing. Time dilated as the motion of said object slowed with the rapid process of all this information. It was small in volume, not hollow like his pen. It's density was somewhat greater than his cheap pen as well. There was another tap, followed by the usual scribble again. The surface of where the tap was emanating from. It was also small, but judging by the how long it took for the vibration to reach the floor, it was an elevated surface. The elevation wasn't too great, smaller than the table he was currently seated at. There was only one surface that was within range, with that elevation that matched the description he was making in his mind. Eyes suddenly shot open as he knew where it was coming from. Hand lowered itself to rest on the table, head slowly turning to the little girl seated on a small tabletop just behind Nicole. The heavy scribbling suddenly stopped, simultaneously followed by the sound of a tear like sound. Coincidentally, Nicole had stopped fuming as well. Something was out of place here. It was not Nicole's ranting or her current mood, no... it was this picture they were in. Someone was clearly missing. Jean's eyes narrowed in on the little girl; forgetting Colton's rudeness, and ignoring Christie being the only reasonable adult in this situation. Chair suddenly skidded a few inches back as Jean raised himself to his feet, a second after Nicole had sat down. "You can try to talk to Molly, but she will be silent," Nicole whispered, her voice clearly having lost its fire from before. "The detectives and psychologists couldn't get anything out of her..." "Maybe..." Jean spoke up as he stood there staring at the little girl. "...but I'm sure Molly wants to find her brother too." With slow steps, he approached Molly, falling behind Christie who had taken the initiative to engage the little girl first. He squatted on the opposite side of the tabletop where Molly was seated. Expression became calm, not wanting to frighten the child as she was now surrounded by two individuals she clearly did not know. Wanting to seem less frightening to the girl, Jean lowered his rear end on the floor, crossing legs the way a child would, and expanded eyelids in order to have the stare a innocent child would have. It was the face of a kind, gentle, and caring person who was willing to open up to someone like Molly who kept to herself. "Nicole?" he called out with a gentle tone. "You didn't deny Carter having powers... So I'm going to take a leap of faith here, and assume he does...? Does Molly have them too?" he asked turning to look up at Nicole from across the room. This was a BOLD leap of faith. Just because Nicole didn't deny Carter has powers, did not mean the boy had them. However, this could very well be a turning point in the investigation if everything turned out to be true....because if so... then perhaps the reason why Nicole was so terrified of her Husband was because maybe he too has powers. And if that WAS the case, then this case was beyond the police or any other normal investigator. Oh, and maybe Jean wouldn't snitch on Colton for being so cold towards the victim. Although, in back of his mind he wondered what kind of punishment Danni would bestow upon the old adolescent.
Jean sat there, listening intently at all the details given to them by Nicole Carter. It turned out this woman did not like her husband for reasons that he could only assume were not good. She seemed to be struggling a bit at first, most likely from grief; and for a mother that's to be expected. The young scholar took the glass to take another sip of water as not much information had been revealed that could aid them in the investigation. With his free hand, hands gripped around the wet glass and brought it to his lips. Mouth was ready to lavish the refreshment when she suddenly said something that immediately caught his attention. The glass parted from whatever distance they were from mouth and was lowered to the table. Pen began to scribble on notepad at the command of his hand while Jean kept eye contact with Nicole. Guardian Angel of Lake Tahoe. That was the title of the article that Nicole soon enough handed him, it was framed and everything, and just as Nicole described the picture of her son and the little girl was there. Brown eyes stared at the photo, attempting to somehow gauge a suspicion his gut was telling him. Jean was not one to believe in nonsense such as Guardian Angels, especially one of a specific place. To him, the supernatural was merely something only people who lacked understanding believed in. The world they lived in, it was ruled by laws of nature, of physics; Science. There was just no way some apparition or being from another dimension could exist, let alone interfere with the affairs of other. No. If there's one thing he's learned...it's that the supernatural...were people like him. Mind over matter, body, or even the mind. These were things that were possible because they've transcended, or diverged from the natural of what it is to be human. They were different from the average human. Jean placed the photo on the desk. "No...we've surpassed a human being entirely..." he muttered beneath his breath, pupils dilated as he contemplated in a fraction of a second. "Could Carter...be like us? No wait, that's too quick of an assumption. It could have been anyone that was there that day... a bystander, or some other kid there... Although, if it was Carter... then perhaps that would explain the motive behind whoever took him... Could the father have been the one to have taken him...? It's like she said, she was afraid the father would find them through the article. I mean that article was practically placing a bulls-eye on Carter... Tch.... could it be him? I'm not so certain, but something is telling me that I'm on the right track..." he contemplated as he looked up to Nicole as she continued to talk. He snapped back into listening when the woman started to describe her paranoia. Pen continued to scribble more notes, until finally Nicole reached the ending of the retelling. She mentioned Raven Sun, but that was about as useless as any other information she could have said, like, "K-Mart" or something. However, he wrote down the name of Raven Sun on his Notepad because of the list of growing witnesses/bystanders/suspects that were there that day, including Molly. Now she was not a suspect, but a witness. The fact that she tugged at her in the direction of where carter was, and ran to the location afterwards? How could a young child at her age be so...aware? "Ok please bare with me. The following questions: What was the name of Carter's friend and the name of the friend's mother? May I have their address? Do you have a photo of your ex-husband, and please tell me his name and his current whereabouts. Also, May I speak Molly?" asked Jean as he finished jotting down a note. Seeing as she was one of the witnesses, he might as well get this one out of the way. "I know she doesn't speak much...but I'd like to try to get her to talk with your cooperation if that's alright with you?" he queried, giving Nicole a strong gaze. Witness/Suspect List Carter's Friend (Suspect) Carter's friends Mother (Witness) Raven Sun representative (Witness) Father (Suspect - Check Alibi) Molly (Witness) ??? (Kidnapper)
"Thank you." Jean spoke as he reached for the glass of water handed to him. Notepad was placed on the table in order to give better attention to the glass of water. The glass of water was cold, and wet due to the ice cubes placed within. Condensation was an interesting phenomenon. As that air near the glass cools, it can't hold as much water vapor, so the water changes from its water-vapor gas state to its liquid form, which you see as water drops clinging to the glass. Hence, the glass of water in his hand was now sweating in his hands. Jean didn't mind through. In this time of the year, he welcomed the cool water on his flesh. Placing the brim of the glass to his lips, cheek and throat would contract in order to produce a suction like method that would allow the water easy passage from glass to mouth to throat and finally to the stomach. Upon drinking half way through, he stopped and let out a faint sound through nostrils before placing the glass on the table. Nicole took seat adjacent to the three, and asked, "Where would you like me to start?" "Yes... before I ask about that day... Do you mind if I ask whether you'd experienced anything weird, out of the ordinary, or unusual BEFORE the day your son was taken in the park? Did you notice whether someone may have been watching or stalking your family specifically? It can be anything, even a small detail that you may have doubted." he queried as hands took hold of notepad and pen, ready to take notes. It was standard procedure. Any cop or detective would ask this type of question. The difference here was that she may have already been asked this several times, which gave lee way for him to better help resurface any little sliver of detail that may have slipped through Nicole's mind; because the mind was funny that way.
"Oh right. Yes, thank you!" Jean answered. The group entered the house. The inside of the house was basically what anyone would expect from a suburban house. Furniture was something that was prominent in this house as the living room was an immediate sight upon entering the front door. Footsteps reverberated on the stable wooden floor while Nicole led them to a table. The young scholar followed the woman, but made sure to be attentive to the surroundings with each step. Like dolphins, or any blind individual with the developed skill, Jean was using his own form of echo location; motion sensing or matter detection if you will. The idea was birthed from watching Avatar the Last Air Bender's Toph with her metal bending and whatnot. A smirk lifted itself upon entering a kitchen. Nicole apologized for the mess and had asked them if they wanted something to eat or drink while motioning for them to sit. At this point, Jean was famished, and the idea of getting a free meal was one that honestly did NOT want to pass up. However, despite his gynohobia he was still a courteous individual; not to mention that Jean was beginning to see through the way he had acted at the front door. "No thank you. I couldn't possibly ask you to do such a thing. A cup of water is just fine for me." he replied, looking over to the other two. Jean gave them a quick look which would let them know that they should follow suit.
Jean peered through the small opening in the door. locking gazes with blue eyes that were staring back at him. Jaw dropped slightly, only enough to make it seem like he was about to say something. He was just so hypnotized by this woman. She was like a real life Cinderella or something. Earthy eyes remained fixated on gentle eyes that easily reminded him of the beautiful sea. It was only after a minute had gone by that he noticed his awkward behavior. Quickly gaining composure, the young scholar cleared his throat and spoke. "Hi! I'm Jean Annunziato, the one that called you just a few moments ago! Behind me are my assistants, Colton, and Chrissie! We are here to help! So first, I would just like to start off with a few questions if you don't mind!" he said, rather loud. Left hand removed a small notepad from jacket pockets while light hand pulled a pen from the noodles that held the pad together. Unintentionally insensitive he was acting... or just being odd. Perhaps he needed someone to ease him into the atmosphere as anyone but himself could tell he was not being sensitive to the woman's feelings. The clear fact that she had just used a tissue to cleanse whatever was underneath her eyes should have told him that maybe Nicole had just finished crying. Perhaps the call had just caused old emotions to reemerge. Whatever the case, here this young man was...acting like a ******. And it was sad, because he's really NOT that kind of guy at all. He was a sweet and caring individual, capable of being sensitive to others. However, here he was going straight to business, not even giving her his condolence; but at least he was getting straight to business am I right? Fingers. flipped the pad to an empty page, and with a click of the pen they went to work. "So...could you tell me what exactly went on during the day your son went missing? I know it happened in the park, but I would like to know in great detail. Is there anything that was out of the ordinary that day, or perhaps a clue that you just haven't quite realized was there?" he asked as he looked back at the blue eyed woman. She was clearly smaller than he was. Blonde hair accentuated the woman's beautiful face, and blue eyes definitely brought her beauty justice. She clearly had to be a princess because she was just too pretty in his opinion; although he knew better than to really think that. Earthy pupils dilated as his mind started to wander the library of comics and movies he had stored in his brain. If she was talking to him, he was not listening. "You know... she reminds me of Super Girl! No wait, Star girl? Oh! The Black Canary? Oh wait she's actually kind of tall... Man, now that I think about it there sure are a lot of blonde super heroines with blue eyes... " he pondered as he gazed away at her eyes. For the record, they were all still on Nicoles front porch. What were Colton and Christie doing?
The underhand swing smacked into the Phantom blob, and....went straight through? The attack phased right through the blob, instigating momentary separation of the blob's form before reforming instantaneously. Eyes were widened with shock, and heart filled with sudden ambivalence. He was mad, but at the same time it wasn't that anger he had for justice. It wasn't the indignant feeling he had, although it was there. No, this was irritation. He was very aware of the speech he had just made, and yet NOW is when he finds out that he can't hit him because of some reason that was beyond his comprehension at the moment. However, he persisted with a combo in an attempt to be able to land that ONE hit at the very least. The results were the same. Realizing it was no use, D'daear jumped back; hearing the Phantom cackle at the tall boy's conundrum. Teeth were bared in irritation, and right hand tensed. This was feeling a bit unfair to him, although a natural reaction to a moment such as this. "I can't hit him!" he shouted, dumbfounded. Trying to come up with something, he wondered if maybe he could add a bit of his magic to his physical command. Sure he was a bad magic user, but it didn't stop him from adding a bit of it in his attacks. Honestly, what did he have to lose? Letting the determination he so strongly had to vindicate this world, he called forth his burning passion to stop this villain in the form of fire that emanated from the tip of his keyblade. With that, he lunged at the Phantom Blob once more, and swung with everything he had using angular momentum. The keyblade smacked right into the cackling Phantom's side, quickly putting an end to the villain's moment of supremacy. It stumbled back, writhing momentarily in pain. "AHA!! Who's laughing now!?" D'daear shouted in victory. 256/300 BP Left
Eyes remained vigilant, peering through the window next to him in order to keep a close watch on any upcoming street. They had mostly been passing through large buildings, having already passed by a diner, a movie theater, a bank, and a small shopping center every once in a while. The bus took a turn into an avenue, allowing brown eyes to catch a quick glance at the sign post. A small involuntary yawn escaped him, causing mouth to expand, throat to stretch while air was inhaled and then exhaled. Afterwards eyes were left a bit watery. Sniffling, Jean got comfortable in his seat as he lean head against the window. The sun was already up and bright, which alarmed Jean at what time it could potentially be. Hands reached into pockets and extracted a cellular phone. It was one of those smart phones, specifically a Samsung Galaxy Notebook. He wasn't much of an iOS user, and he honestly could care less with what the company did. It was 11:30 a.m. Eyes winced at the time his phone depicted. They surely had lost a LOT of time. A groan escaped Jean, feeling contrition towards having gone back to acquire assistance. Teeth bit at lower lips as hand put phone away into pocket. Not only had he wasted tremendous time going back to find people to come with, but this bus ride was also time consuming, unfortunately necessary in order to move forward. Were it just himself, he would've made it to Ms. Carter's house within a minute. Eyes rolled in annoyance towards the horrid situation he had found himself in. Being a gynophobic was a horrible thing. Always being shy around women he didn't know, or women he found a sense of attraction to. Yeah, that's right. He was shy around pretty women. You'd think someone of his caliber would've outgrown such a grade-school condition. Index and thumb found themselves at the edge of eye sockets, hugging the base of his nose. This problem needed to be fixed. Whether it be a therapist, or having Errol do some Telepathic mojo. Anything. Just as long as he could move passed this so that it wouldn't teeter him anymore. Lowering hand, eye's found themselves staring back into the window, just catching sight of two men in black coats arguing as they entered an alley. What could they be doing? He shrugged the question off as soon as it appeared, not really caring. The bus was moving and he had already lost a lot of time. Besides, it was none of Jean's business. For all he knew they were just two drunk buddies or something. However, it was funny to imagine who they were or what they were doing. CIA, FBI, Secret AGENTS on a covert mission or similar to the movie: M.I.B. Then a thought occurred to him, but was quickly dismissed through a mediocre snort. "That's a myth..." he uttered to himself as the bus took a turn once more, allowing Jean to see the sign post. Upon reading the Street and avenue they were, Jean quickly sprung to his feet and yanked at the pulley that was above his head. A man old enough to be his grandfather looked at the rear view mirror, and locked eyes with Jean. The bus driver gave a nod of acknowledgement, the wheels on the bus came to a slowing halt; breaks squeaked and everything. Looking down at his two assistants, he motioned them to follow suit as he made his way down the aisle. A quick polite "thank you" was given to the driver before stepping down and out of the public transport. On the side walk, Jean quickly took the piece of paper from pockets once more, but this time along with his phone. With paper on one hand, and phone on the other, he went to work. A quick input of a numerical password unlocked the phone, allowing him to access the keypad. Tapping the number in, the phone went to dialing the number that was on the paper. In the mean time, Jean went about scanning the houses. They were in a suburban area, really close to the city. Phone rung and rung while eyes took its time to look at the house number, each attempt resulting in him walking down the sidewalk. Mind you, he was not really paying much attention to Christie or Colton at the moment as he assumed they would behave like the young adults they were. If the phone were to be answered, Jean would hesitate at first upon hearing the voice on the other end. However, managing to man up, he would greet the person on the end and tell her who he was, who he was working for, and the reason for calling. Afterwards, he'd simply ask for her to aid him in finding her house after explaining how he looked like and who he was with. If the phone was NOT answered, Jean would simply continue to look for the house with the aid of his assistants. Either way, they would eventually locate the woman's house. Upon arriving at the door, Jean would place the middle joints of fingers onto the door and knock persistently until answered.
Phoenix Wright?! Heck yeah! I know who I'm voting for!
It might have just been the cables you messed with which accidentally fixed it. However, take that with a grain of salt if you will. Glad to see you resolved the problem. (That is if somehow it's back again when you're reading this x_x)
Well, that was quite the memory they were watching. It was basically a tall mouse named Mortimer trying to impress Minnie, which resulted in Mickey being jealous. It wasn't until Mortimer's true colors were revealed that Mickey was able to step up to impress Minnie with his heroism. D'daear stood there nonchalantly. The bull that scared Mortimer off, which resulted in endangering Minnie, to Mickey and his car having a face off with the Bull. Despite the lack of expression, D'daear had really been rooting for Mickey; he had a change of heart during the whole Aeroplane battle thing. To further put emphasis on the change of heart, it was justified when Mickey was no longer the one causing trouble. It was like a whole new side to the little mouse that D'daear had heard of, but not seen until now. It turns out that Mickey really had that selfless side to him, the makings of a hero. When the memory was over, D'daear let arms relax as the curtains began to close, but suddenly the colors began to fade away. As if that wasn't bad enough, Mickey literally came popping out before the curtains closed. This was something the tall boy was not prepared for. Mickey leaped onto D'daear head, acting all bizarre like he had just seen something awful. "Hey! What gives-!" D'daear shouted in brief irritation. Hands quickly tried to get a hold of them mouse as Mickey's foot struggled to get a hold on the boy's scalp. "Hey! Why'd you go in there, if you were just gonna jump back out!... And what happened to all the color in the window?" Hikaru spoke. Afterward, Mickey jumped off of D'daear's not messy hair and pointed to the colorless Window in shivering horror. As if on cue, everyone turned to see a black creature emerging from the window. D'daear summoned his keyblade and got into stance immediately as he also thought it to be a heartless. However, that was quickly dis proven as it turned out it was actually someone...or rather an intelligent something...maybe. After a bit of talking, D'daear's guard nearly dropped were it not for how the Phantom blob began to describe his ideology. After a small debate between Hikaru and the Blob, it was time for some action. There was only one way to determine who was right or was wrong, and that was through battle. "It's like Hikaru said, change isn't bad. You say you're saving them by robbing them of this new change by keeping the old because the old gets discarded and forgotten... In my opinion, It's how that change is interpreted and used that determines whether it's good or bad." he explained, pointing the tip of his blade at the enemy. Right hand tightened on the handle as he could feel that indignant attitude well up once again. "To see color being added in a monochrome world isn't bad, it just means that it's maturing, becoming better. That's LIFE. It's up to us to adapt to that BETTER change so we can live in harmony with it. THAT makes us a better person, and THAT'S why change is NOT bad." he explained, taking a moment to look at his empty left hand as an epiphany came to light. Thinking back on how he reacted back at Beast's castle, and the way everything went astray at the end. He could remember the tears he shed when he realized how different things were compared to his world and to the stories he was told by his grandmother. Perhaps his childish attitude is what made him weak, and unprepared for the reality that was bestowed upon him that rainy moment. An image of his grandmother flashed before him. There was still so many questions he had to answer, and yet somehow he was adapting to the way things were even without them. The change wasn't happening to the worlds, it was happening to him. It was because this was the now, not the past. "The way we think, the way we are, the way are heart reacts before, during, and after testing times... " he began, slowly veering eyes to the black and white world as he relaxed a bit. "I think this world understands that." he said, thinking back on when they first started. The grumpy Pete who's patience was being tested by Mickey's insubordination, the spooky graveyard that put the groups courage to the test,the construction site that tested the firefighter's fortitude, and the fight that went on in miniature town which further refined their courage. "I mean, nothing in life is ever JUST black and white... It just shows that there's life, or why else would the worlds be filled with such dynamic colors?" he finished as eyes remained fixated on the monochrome sky. Left hand curled to a tight fist as he held on to this epiphany. D'daear looked on to the Phantom Blob with determined eyes that burned with a passion for this world to be vindicated. "And honestly, I've only been in this rodeo for a while, but I've come to learn that whenever something amazing is about to happen, there's just always a jerk like yourself to step in to ruin that, ranting on and off of some ideology that just sounds like a load of lies..." He thrust the keyblade forward as if to point the blade like a judging finger at the Phantom blob. "You say the world is fine just as it is... but clearly the world doesn't. Face it! YOU'RE the only one who thinks that!!" D'daear shouted as he felt even more indignant. "And the worst part is, you're trying to justify yourself by saying you're saving it... and THAT... really ticks me off..." Right arm tensed as he could feel his arm well up with that same energy as before. However, he would be saving that. Instead, D'daear pulled his keyblade back, and charged towards the Phantom Blob in an attempt to do an underhand swing with the flat side of the keyblade. Phantom Blob: 278/300 BP left!
Ok, so I dug this up after a quick search on google: Here ^Is this similar to your problem? They say it's either you graphics card, or a bad connection (Cable).
Do you have a different monitor then? That's basically the same thing.
^Those are details you should have included in your first post. lol I see that you circled the area where the red pixels should be, and I see them now. They're VERY tiny, though. Had you not done that, I honestly wouldn't have seen them. Ok, so now it's most likely NOT your monitor. So now it COULD be your graphics card... Have you tried playing any games to see if it affects the visuals?
Your stitch and dragon sketch is really good. I can't really see the Phoenix all too well, so I can't comment on that. However, from the looks of it, you're nearly at the turning point in your sketching ability! So don't stop! It's like watching a Charmander at lvl 15. and it just needs that little push in exp to lvl up to 16. and initiate the evolve sequence! You're almost a charmeleon!!! lol
I honestly don't see any dots on this picture... so it could just be your monitor. The way I'm thinking of it is, it's your monitor. So any picture you take on the computer won't show us the problem, because it's a problem with the video output of the YOUR monitor, not the input. I'm not a computer wizard or anything, so I can't really say much about it except from what I've said so far. However, I'm just going on what I feel is logical here. If it was a problem with your graphics card, then we'd be seeing it too because your graphics card is the visual input. (If any of this is making any sense)
Lockedongamer, just to make things easier to understand, do this - Level of Abiltity: 2 Abilities Basic: Telekinetic Grip, Psionic Strength (Will learn them as story progresses) Advance: Elemental Manipulation (Fire) (This he will also learn how to use it as the story progresses)
Witnessing Christie fall over as Colton's side step caused her to lose her balance, the adolescent took his step into the doctors office, followed by the Jean. "So Danni put you up to this, Christine? Jeez I guess it's a good thing we're doing this. I'd hate for anyone to rat us out had we not done so..." he said, giving Christie a smart ass remark; or sarcastic. You choose. Christie would know Jean was referring to her as the rat. That, and he really didn't want to get on Danni's bad side. It was truly the epitomy of a woman's fury. Shaking the thought of his head, the check up was surprisingly smooth, and went by pretty fast which was to the young mans relief. Receiving the Nurses thumbs up, Jean gave a nonchalant nod while waiting by the door frame. At least now he would have no doubts and whatnot; which was good because now they could all focus on the investigation. After given the ok, Colton was rather quick to get out of the nurses office, accidentally pushing past Jean. Even it was meant on purpose; although Jean wouldn't understand why it would be done on purpose, it was that small clash of shoulders that created small tiny vibrations within their bodies; which was capable of giving Jean his own read on Colton's physical being. Think of it as a form of scan. It was in that small fraction of a second where the two touched that the young scholar could get a sonar like read through the molecules in the boys body. Now granted, Jean could do this even if they were distance away, because vibrations is merely molecules oscillating; vibrating at specific frequencies. By using the floor a person was standing, Jean could easily get a read on someone's physical status or whereabouts; however it wouldn't be as accurate as if he was in direct contact with someone like now. At any rate, it seemed like Colton really did check out as fine, although there was one thing that didn't sit right with Jean. It felt like the calcium structures were abnormally thin for someone his Colton's age. "That boy should seriously drink more milk... Or some Calcium tablets..." the thought spirited through. It was better to be safe than sorry with a second opinion since he was not a certified doctor; even though a physician is basically someone with extensive knowledge of the human anatomy as well as understanding of medicine (A.K.A. Toxicology/chemistry) Jean pushed off the door frame and gave the nurse a wave good bye before walking away, only stopping for a moment to look at Christie. "You coming Christina?" he asked for a brief moment before heading out towards the main entrance. Taking the lead, the group moved past the main entrance, and out the front gates. "I hope you guys have bus money." he commented as feet guided the man down the sidewalk. On the other side of the street was a small forest. Up ahead was a bench with a large pole that read, "Bus Stop." It seemed they had gotten out of the building just in time as the roar of a large vehicle echoed from down the street. Jean stopped by the bench, and stood there in order to wait. Eyes widened briefly as he realized that this bus might be a bus, and it might not. On top of that, even if it was a bus there was no telling if it was scheduled to stop HERE. It took only a few seconds for the bus to turn a corner and make its way to their stop. The wheels squeaked the vehicle to a halt right before them, allow Jean to catch his breath. It seemed probability was on their side today. With a small sigh, he took his first step into the bus when the doors were opened. Hands reached into pockets for the bus fare, and placed it inside the box like contraption that held everyone's fare. Assuming everyone was following right behind him, Jean took a seat all the way to the back where there was only one other person sitting there. It was an old lady. He gave her a quick courteous smile before minding his own business. The Bus roared as it went into motion after the last person entered the vehicle. A moan escaped Jean as body went on to relax. Every bone, tendon, and muscle in him was feeling stiff. Perhaps it was a side affect of having stayed up all of last night, and then merging with his clones. It made some sense; although he thought he might have been used to it by now. Eyes veered to gaze down at palms. Clones didn't just spawn without some kind of resource. It took some small portion from Jean's actual body to make these guys. The beings were a collective hive mind, and even though Jean was resting he was still aware of each and every one of them and what they were doing. So it felt a kin to dreaming, but without the actual REM sleep. Peripherals caught sight of a diner the bus just passed, reminding Jean of breakfast. "Shoot... I forgot about breakfast..." he thought to himself. If there was anything more important to him, it was food. The nutrients one could attain from a simple meal was just amazing, and the calories were needed to aid the body in energy; as it would metabolize those calories into the very energy a body needs to function. Mind was thinking about many things EXCEPT the missing persons case to which he soon realized after some time had passed. He had no idea where they were heading on the bus. Quickly taking a piece of paper out of his pocket, he read the address. With a quick look out the window, it was to his relief that they had not passed their destination. The last thing he wanted was to waste more time. From there on out, he remained ever vigilant as to where they were going, not really paying much attention to his "Assistants" on board.
