The Fast And The Curious

~ARLETTE~
*S/he began by familiarizing himself with the Lair once more. Oh, not the parts that were existing when he was here, but the ones added on, and the new minds, new impressions, new signatures that hung about the area like cobwebs and ghosts to a very sensitive telepathic mind. Completely hidden was he, immersed in false auras, links and powers so no one could sense he... was he. Aerik was still lost to the world, or at least THIS world, tho Aura knew the truth and Aerik had so many shields around that truth that it was smothered completely. The telepath walks about in his new body, outwardly female tho he wouldn't bother with the other aspects which annoyed him... no ovaries, no womb, no more estrogen than he already had... it was a shell of a woman's form, nothing more. Aerik was still /Aerik/. And still, of course, gorgeous. Not so tall as he was before, but nearly six feet without heels, reed-slender, with violet eyes and blue-black hair, ever-pale skin... yes, just as lovely but completely human-looking now. And s/he strolled with the same grace, though it appeared different; wasn't easy to walk the same way as a man when one's center of gravity lays in her hips rather than her chest... breasts, even though Aerik's new ones were small by choice, still got in the way. The gait was all wrong, but he recalls spending time inside Lyeth and this helps the adjustment. he'd gotten rid of all the hair follicles he didn't need... no shaving legs for /him/ which he remembers being somewhat painful and messy at times when Lyeth did it (tho she did it with her eyes closed and that could have been most the problem). beautiful, stately, cultured, dressed beyond reproach, tasteful, delicate... all this remains intact. But ideosynchracies were varied... no one would look on Arlette, as he called himself now, and think "she looks like Aerik", for at Aura's suggestion, he'd made sure he didn't act like himself. That may cause problems, and surely he can't just drop it /all/... but enough would do, too. So here he is, as a she, wandering the new hallways, memorizing, and coming across the house part of it. Which, he notes, painfully stands outside his shields. Stupid, that. Why did they make this new addition? As a HOUSE? Visible? Well, shields were not about to be put up, that would stand out too much. Best leave it like this, for now, until he'd checked into all the new goings-on... s/he pauses in this new room, blinking at the TV, the kitchen... perfect little house front attached to the Lair. Interesting*

~SPASM~
-=- Curled beneath a heaping mound of laundry in the house proper. He had moved from the house part to get better access to the phones. Then he found the Lair HAD no phones, so he got a cell, which he couldn't talk on for more than 2 days, so he tossed it. He had not moved for about 3 hours, though it was unclear if he was dead or merely asleep. A sole hand could be seen knuckles dipped into souring milk with the remains of cocoa puffs floating on it. The trademark pot smell hung over the clothes like a shroud. And people seemed to generally ignore him now. Finally he moved a bit, as Geoff passed by. Not even seeming to notice the pile of moving clothes. Soon Geoff was out of sight, and Spikey moved again groaning. His hand wiping on the clothes atop of him before he scrambled out of them. Instantly reaching for his pipe, and a bag. Stuffing the bowl and lighting up. Leaning against the heap of clothes sniffing his hand a bit between inhales, shrugging and licking off the remaining milk. Finally after about five hits he ashed the remains, and repeated the process, until he was feeling quite well. Which took about 5 bowls of the foul stuff. The effects would wear off soon enough, but for now he could chill, eat some stale Fritos, and just \ldblquote be\rdblquote . He sat there in a daze for a long time perhaps 45 minutes until he felt the effects begin to wear off, before seeing a beautiful woman grace the house's presence. He smiled a bit, not moving to get up. Instead he simply called out a simple -=- You're hot. VERY Wickey wow. . . -=- He managed before offering her his pipe and offering a lopsided smile. -=- Man, like if you're looking for the phone. . .yeah the phone it's gone man they killed the phone and stuff, so like you have to chill you know? -=- His hand still extended as he offered the figure his pipe. And looked around for his other shoe. -=- And man, don't piss off the um . . . -=- He stopped blinking for a moment and then said again. -=- You're hot. Want a Frito? Chewy.

*Aerik blinks, keen senses having picked up the odor of illegal drugs in the house, but he'd rather shrugged it off... after all, Kevin and Heath had used the mind-numbing trash often enough and it wasn't a new thing to Aerik to see it used. They'd gotten in trouble for that tho, hadn't they? Yes... when Warpole has nabbed them quite easily one day as they were stoned. Jakorri and Lyeth had gone ballistic. Aerik himself didn't care, but it certainly wasn't for him, and to be honest, he couldn't blame the boys for doing the hideous weed... he would have too, had he been /them/. No, what Aerik blinks at is the figure on the couch offering him a pipe of the stuff. He must have just missed Geoff, tho he knows the young man was recently there... signature still strong and Aerik needs the link with him anyway, to project his satin, feminine voice. Aerik's violet eyes narrow slightly at Spikey, the other's mental processes were... fascinating. he tips his head, watching, then catching himself in that trademark pose and moves, walking past the hand proffering the pipe, and takes a seat on the couch opposite Spikey. A small smile and he waves the gift away, gently* Non, merci. I do not /do/ zat... stooff. *The French accent is thick, a Quebec-cois accent. Canadian* I am not looking for zee phun, eezair, jus... wandering about, um... how you say... 'scoping zee place out'. I am new here. My name eez Arlette. *a small pause and he points under the couch* Yoor shoe eez undair zee couch.

-=- He half ignored her as a new project took all his concentration. Looking for that lost shoe. And finally tipping looking under the couch, ignoring what she had said saying -=- Man it's under the couch. . .cool. -=- With that he threw it on and looked at her blinking. -=- Um. . . you talk funny man. I'm . . .um . . .-=- He moved putting on his shoe and got cozy on the couch again, offering her the pipe again. -=- Man, do you know where the phone is? I wanna order pizza, -=- With that he put on his head-phones and blared the music, still able to hear every word she said, though through that accent he couldn't understand a word of it. Gobbling down the Frito, and saying loudly, as if the music were effecting her hearing as well. -=- You're new huh? You're hot. -=- The effects still draining from him as he searched for his bag again before simply forgetting what he was looking for and began air-drumming.-=- You look like this person I know she's hot too, her name is um . . .Look Man I found my shoe. Wickey Wow. -=- He pointed to his shoe and blinked again. -=- Erica . . . ! She was cool, like something outta Penthouse. -=- He said aloud before turning back and placing the bowl on the floor before licking his fingers again. -=- Rank man. . .just sick. -=- Then he looked up at her again, and finally finished what he said earlier. -=- Yeah so what's your name? -=- He then located the long lost and rumored remote, and tried to turn on the TV, while still occasionally convulsing, to the beat. -=- Metallica bites man, you know they are. . . but this song is cool. -=- He tilted his head again and added. -=- You are not gonna kill me are you? Because that other guy, the uh. . . . well guy wanted to kill me and stuff. Did you want a Frito?

*Aerik blinks yet again at this man's antics, wondering how much he should take seriously. All of it? Surely not... but one amoral scan of those thoughts and he knows... /knows/... this isn't a joke. He leans back, eyes narrowed, one slender leg over the other, contemplating. He won't repeat himself, he despises doing that, so he shoves the information into Spike's head where he can't forget it and protects it against short-term loss. His new name, that no, he didn't know where the phone was, he does not want the pipe (allergic to the drug), thanks him for saying he's hot, no, not going to kill to him... yet, anyway... and no, no thanks, no Frito. Then, still sitting back, he watches for the response if there was any... watches the air drumming, able to hear the music very, very clearly. Actually, the boy wasn't half bad with the drumming...*

Because the Fritos are chewy man. But if you don't want them. -=- With that he moved in what seemed like sloth like motions placing the controller down. Instead he picked up the Better Homes and Gardens. , and what seemed like pointless flipping through the pages he read a bit, well what he could. He blinked through the pages, at what seemed like increasing speed as he talked still. -=- Heh, man I had this friend who made these all the time when she was high and stuff. -=- He flashed a small craft's project as he moved through the magazine with increasing speed. Soon it seemed to just be back on the coffee table. And the Fritos back in his hand, more than two handfuls devoured, before he again just sat there with a blank stare on his face watching her. Then began air drumming again. -=- My favorite part. You're the only one who has talked to me, because the other guy. . . . that guy . . . man he invited me here , then tried to kick me out, then I . . . you seen the phone? Oh yeah. . .you don't know do you. That sucks. -=- He stopped drumming looking around the room again seeing the phone smashed into about 500 pieces. He sighed again and then started again. -=- I can't understand you . . . because you talk funny though. And technically there is no allergic reaction to hemp, you see if that was so and stuff you would have been gagging and coughing anyway. -=- He paused and began drumming again, rocking his head with the song singing along quietly. -=- Where's your crown king nothing???? Where's your crown??? Metaliica sucks. . .but this song's cool. -=- His tone was drawn out and slow, as he continued trying to be perfectly serious. -=- The scientific studies have proven that it merely slows down motor skills, and then effects um . . .You don't have to lie. Though. I'm not that stupid, sheesh. Because you see Hemp is a depressant, unlike Tobacco that increases your heart-rate. . .well the latest studies I saw said so, and like smoking pot is better for you than cigarettes. -=- the thoughts were coherent to him, and he knew the terminology, sort of. With that he stood up slowly, gathered the dirty laundry and it seemed as if in a blur it was on the free chair, as he sat again, feet on the coffee table. -=-

*.....Aerik can't help it, he simply /has/ to tip his head at this, watching and blinking slowly, taking it all in, filing it away, dissecting it, all of it, more mulling over in his mind. Violet eyes narrow and he pushes responses again, the same way. Its seems the only means of conversation with this... strange young man. This time, though, they take on a bit more coherency, with the same results*MS*() Actually, I am allergic to the THC in the processed buds, not the hemp, technically. As for pot smoking being better for you, I would have to disagree. You see, smoking one joint has the 'harshness' equivelant of a pack of cigarettes in tar content and several other things. And its been proven to destroy the short-term memory. True that smoking cigarettes is no better for you, but it is bad in other ways. They are both bad, in the long run, tho usage here and there, in moderation, will not harm anyone. Therefore, I reiterate, I am not allergic to hemp. *a short pause, Aerik straightening his head again, and he smiles, asking tho he knows the answer, or thinks he can see it in the mess of thoughts swirling through the boy's head* And what is your name? *the accent, in mindspeech, is gone, helpfully so* The accent you cannot understand is French canadian. I hope this clears things up for you ()

-=- Looking back at Arlette again before saying, very seriously. -=- That's a pretty name. But I don't think that it's a good name for you . . . can I call you Betty instead? Nah hah hah, just joking man. . .I'm Spikey. You're in my head. . .cool. -=- He stopped the song and then sat there for a long moment gathering his thoughts. The Pot finally wearing itself out of his body. He, a bit antsy, started looking for his baggie, first placing his hands between the cushions pulling up a week old sandwich. He blinked, and tossed it to the table, he began then dissect the couch. At a more frantic pace. Finally then eyeing the pile of clothes he moved with growing suspicions. The more he moved the more the drug drained from his body. It was always like that, and if people bothered to ask he would have told him. He began thinking more concisely then, (A scary thought) as he seemed to move faster than he did before. Under the couch, beside the clothes. The clothes still in the air as he threw them catching them all, in a blur, and moving back to the couch again before feeling his pockets. He smiled then pushing his long hair back inside his backwards baseball cap. -=- Hah! It was right here Arlette, funny eh? -=- With that he moved more normally towards the couch, shoving the bowl with the precious and saying then very clearly. -=- And I say again it's scientifically impossible. If that was the case you would have been hacking out your lungs the moment you walked in here. The THC isn't just burned and is gone, It lingers in the smell on things. You'd not be able to sit on the chair there. It's not like MSG, it's still in things. And these are home grown, not processed. You can still see the sticky red hairs in some of these. -=- He said picking some of the hairs off and then blinking at her. More quietly. -=- And It's true man the tar that's left on the lungs is bad, it's like the res left in a chamber, or on a screen. Also THC is some suit's explanation on how it effects the brain. And short-term memory is a small price to pay. I don't believe you. -=- And to prove this he lit up right then and there, watching her carefully. If the magazine was wrong he'd simply carry her outside, He inhaled deeply and sat back watching her and saying then in a tight voice. -=- I like you, you're nice to me. -=- He said near contently before inhaling again, still watching catching a few coughs in his throat. His nervousness seemed to subside a bit as he exhaled again.-=-

*Aerik catches all this, easily puts two and two togther... the pot slows him down, his unnatural ability being unnatural speed. yes, that could make one edgy. The more he moved, the faster the effects wore off. His mental processes were so speedy, he found only a moment's peace when he was stoned. Aerik finds this all /very/ fascinating, and certainly worthy of more study, interaction. Aerik actually smiles faintly when Spikey finds his bag of weed, and the intelligence level, which peaks suddenly in the air-drummer, attracts ineterest, too. Maybe he learns at an excelled rate as well. *MS*() You must go through quite a bit of that stuff in one day. Difficult to sit still without it, no? As for the THC, my dear young man, it dissolves in the body fat, and is stored there for days if not weeks, released when the fat is burned. Which is why it can show up on drug tests days after the last usage if not more. It is in the bloodstream, not the air, and what is in the air is not enough to affect me. Surely you have read about those people who become deathly ill when they intake it directly into the lungs but are unaffected when simply sitting around it and not taking it in directly(like the MUN herself)? You should research it better if you do not believe me, but my words are true. *well, he lied about the allergy part, but the rest was verity* Whether you wish to continue or not smoking the drug is up to you entirely, despite knowing the truth. I am all for free personal choice and if it feels good, do it. But doing it to simply spite me, well... *a soft smile* That I find flattering. *the fact that someone has called Aerik /nice/... this strikes him, strikes him as humorous, he's never heard it before. He laughs... a silvery, sweet laugh full of mirth into Spikey's mind. Then it subsides, gently* Thank you ()

** As to be 'polite'to the hottie, well sort of he snuffed the bowl and sat back, seeming a bit nervous. He blinked at her for a moment then added smiling. ** Yeah you know. . . you can go through a lot of pot in a day, and nah man I only read the article that Scientific Monthly put out, and well it was ripped out you know? Kinda because there was a hottie on the next page you know? And it was like Greg's dad's magazine, he's a loser you know? And I wouldn't do it to spite you because you're nice, you haven't tried to kill me, or like told me I owe you money and stuff. Because the way I see it, I am a guest and it's very un-kosh. . .you know that Jewish word and stuff? With the meat? ** At that moment he blinks and looks again for the Fritos bag, which much like his brain is empty. ** Nah, man. . .we're outta grub. **Then as if catching the next part by accident he adds. ** Yeah man because that's my motto, if it feels good just do it, hah hah like that Nike ad or some s***e. ** He then fishes around for some more food and gives up distracted a moment later. ** So Arlette right? So like wanna chill here? The other people are like in those freaky caves you know? And they all have these like weird powers and crap. At first I thought it was the acid I took like when I was fifteen, but I think it's real man. And you're in my head so it proves it. ** Blinking as if a sudden afterthought leaning forward and saying. ** So you like are in my head, which is a trip you know. . . and you must know I have like a massive boner.

*Aerik appreciates the gestures and, being in Spikey's head as the young man later points out, he knows they are motions meant to be... polite. Polite always scores big on Aerik's lists of MUSTS. Aerik takes in the rambling with quiet amusement, without interjection. Then, when it seems appropiate and not rhetorical, and using his telepathy to make the words and concepts /stick/, Aerik answers*MS*() Kosher, yes. Right, Arlette. And I will be chilling here, as you put it, for some time, I think. But not in this part. No shields. And yes, it is real, all of it. It is real for you, too, Spikey... you are also so gifted. Did you not know that? *a pause, Aerik blinks at Spikey's statement, and he smiles, beautifully, eyes narrowing in humor* Yes. I know you have a ...massive boner... as it were. I need not be in your head to see that. "Pitching a tent" I believe it is called? ()*he makes a pointed look towards Spikey, not glancing at his crotch, just arching a brow significantly*

** He nods looking at his crotch too and chuckles and then covers it up. Adding with a sheepish grin. ** I am sorry you know, it just happens. Sometimes babes get mad and stuff when you have a boner, it's not like I wanna do you, well I do you know, but it's not why. ** He coughs a bit and teeters for a moment. He tries to look at her. Instead he focuses his attention on the T.V. and listens to his music again. Nodding and smiling part-way. ** Yeah Kosher. . . Kosher. It's like a word when you say it a lot, it sounds funny, like the word Swerve. Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve. . . . swerve. Swerving. . Swerved. . hah. And you know it's like only if you say it for ten minutes then you wanna you know never hear it again. And I have powers? Nah man I can't make stuff fly from my fingers and like talk to people in their head. ** He said pointing to his head and then turns up his music, still hearing noises around him. **Hah, it's like a very bad trip you know it's like all the time the things are moving slow and I can't move slow because I am stuck in this like the slow lane. It's because one time when I was in you know? That place, with that guy that time, and I had speed or something when he said it was E and I totally got stuck. And then it's okay when you have like Pot, which should be legal. Don't you think Pot should be legal? Are you allergic to cigarettes and stuff? Cause I need to smoke. ** With that he moves and grabs a smoke and lights it and falls silent. Thinking that he's talking too much, but at least someone is listening. He entertains himself with this thoughts about food, food, pot, the next Lalalalapalooooza and other things of that nature. He offers her a smoke just adding a casual. ** I got them from the duplicating man.

*Aerik shakes his head at the cigarette, but clarifies quickly*MS*() You may smoke if you wish, but thank you., no, I do not smoke.() *then he leans forward, a graceful gesture, violet eyes bright, and absently throws a long lock of hair back over his shoulder*MS*() You have never connected such a 'slow lane' feeling with perhaps the fact that you are just... in your own fast lane? Spikey... I find that hard to believe from an intelligent man such as yourself. Look at the facts. You smoke pot to slow you down. I have noticed that the more you move, the faster the pot's effects wear off. It /should/ be lasting for hours, instead, for you, it lasts mere minutes. Your metabolism is off the charts, the fat the THC is stored in simply melts away too quickly. You are always hungry, yes? You burn off so much so fast. Easy enough to think it is the pot, the /munchies/ users get, but I think that, closer to the truth, it is simply /you/. Powers are not necessarily talking in heads and shooting sparks from fingertips. *a pause* Why, I am willing to bet that if you stopped smoking pot for even a short time, you would become too antsy and full of nervous energy to do anything but /move/. You are doing it now, you did it before. If you do not believe me, why do we not run some... tests... on you? I know I am right.() *Aerik leans back in that sleek female body and simply watches Spikey with narrowed eyes. Surely, Aura knew he was unnatural, she can see those things immediately. Maybe she just didn't want to /deal/ with him. He ate a lot, has obviously received death threats, which meant he wasn't well-liked, and few would be able to handle his super-speed tendencies. What hypocrites. Not like they haven't had a hyperspeeder in here before. Jeremy Rushbrook, Filenamed: Fleet, had been a Lair brat. Aerik thinks he's dead now, but the fact remains...*

My own fast lane? Nah because it's like you know when you move through jello? But I don't the other people are stuck. Like you are stuck right now. Your hair gets stuck when you toss it and you know? I suppose it's like I could be fast, but then why does it all get stuck anyway? Hah, it's like some freaky speed stuff, I can move fast. I'm not that smart and stuff, but I know when like there is something wrong with my brain, and like real stuff. . . It makes sense you know. Like my friends uncle did too much acid and thought he was an orange and people would peel him. Pot never lasts for hours man, it's like I am hungry because I smoke too much pot. ** He pauses and listens. Resisting the urge to air-drum, he stops tapping his foot. He folds his arms over his chest as he listens. It seems as if he only listens for seconds. Though it is as if the thoughts are simply in his head, time wasn't relevant to this conversation. Pointing a sole finger up and saying. ** You know you might be right, but. . hah like some crazy business freaky genetic crap you hear about on TV. Fine test away you know. . .but I think you are smokin'heavier crack than I ever have. . . not that I have. . . you know? **All his words drawn out and drawled a bit. He sat there tapping his fingers on his arms. He couldn't admit it, he wouldn't that he wanted to know about these things. Aside from which he just figured she knew he wanted to know anyway . . . you know? **

*MS*() So then, you see things in slow motion? Interesting... *he doesn't normally ask permission for such ventures, but amused, he does now, in his own kind of way, and given the go ahead by Spike, he moves into the boy's head, firstly watching through his eyes, seeing how things move... his body pushes more hair of its shoulders, crosses its legs, swings them a bit. Aerik's mental eyes narrow and he shoves thoughts of himself being a hottie and wanting to /do her/ aside. They weren't his thoughts, which he now listens to. Food. Food. Pot. Food. Spike wants to know and doesn't want to know and is curious but won't admit it. Aerik smiles. He wants to airdrum, probably for some relief... and in that mind, time seems... stretched. Irrelevant, tilted and different from the way others perceive it. Curious himself, Aerik leans more into this, wants to catch the signifigance. Thoughts are scattered, either moving at amazing speeds or just... /scattered/... he doesn't yet know. But he will, in a moment. The telepath spreads out in that head, soaks in information, some memories pertaining to this power, its effects, when it began and how Spike sees it... he touches places the boy could not, the places where the power stems, searches there, too. And his body leans forward, eyes bright, elbows on knees, watches with a faint smile, and answers as he traipses around in Spike's head*MS*() All right then, first, I will gather some information. Think about those stuck images. Think about when it started, when you first noticed this. How you feel about it, what you do because of it... try to concentrate, Spikey()

** His fingers lightly tapping his shoulder and blinking towards Arlette. Ariek might find in there a perception of Arlette as nice, because she didn't seem to judge him. She talked to him like a person not a thing. She was honest so far, and polite about everything. Instant Kudos. A few of the reasons he was really there surfaced as well. As much as he knew he was hated, he was a freak. A freak among freaks here even, but at least they left him alone. No one here bugged too much if he were just to get stoned all day and eat. ** huh? Oh like when people got slow? Well there is this time I know when I was at the part with that guy that one time. ** The thoughts flash through his head. If Aerik could see them as they whizzed by -No name- -No specific date- -Younger- -Some party he crashed- -Already stoned.- -Already mildly fast- ** And so . . . this guy was there at this party place. ** He leans forward as he explains and motioning with his hands. Feeling his stomach growl and sighs more. //Concentrate// he snaps to attention thinking again. ** And that guy was there he's not you know. . .Kosher hah hah, and he was there and had some \ldblquote E\rdblquote and then Jonny was there. ** The thoughts race through his mind. Like flashes of light it seems. Full memories of meeting Jonny, who Jonny was, instant recognition. His buddy, one he needed to call. He looked for the phone and then snapped back to //concentrating// as the thoughts that passes were more of the party. Simply taking the E and wigging out a bit. Throwing up in the bathroom massively. ** So like Jonny was there you know? And he was telling me I paid 80 bucks for these two speed drop that was only worth 40, and I was pissed. That's when the people got stuck, and they've been stuck. ** He taps his foot just a little bit more and leans back looking towards Arlette. Trying to recall exact times and things. Finally sighing a bit and looking at him. ** You're gonna laugh at me or something. But it's true, I don't think people need to lie you know. It's wrong because it hurts people, and they get upset, like people here. But sometimes I know you have to because of things. Like this time ** //Concentrate// he reminded himself. His incoherent sentences finally stop echoing through his own ears. The melodic sounds of his voice seemed to stop, and silence crept up on his ears. He looked back at Arlette. As he watches her she seems to move normally. Then again he is just sitting there. **

**...Oh, but this man is fascinating. Aerik likes him. He takes in all that is flashed before him and all that is said. He smiles internally as Spike forgets to concentrate, then remembers, then forgets again. This one is charming... at least, to a creature such as Aerik. His female body nods slowly, eyes narrowed and attentive, fingers steepling to her chin. Jonny. A friend. Spike wants to call him. The phone is busted. Well, such things can be fixed, can't they? Easily enough... Aerik makes a mental note to have a cell phone picked up for Spikey, one the companies will conveniently 'forget' to bill, of course. Slowly, that lovely head shakes*MS*() No, I will not laugh at you nor think you are lying. I know you are telling the truth. In a place like this, where so many are... freaks... it is easy to get lost and forgotten, is it not? Overlooked, just one of many. No one thinking you are strange for seeing stuck people, though maybe for other things. *a faint smile* Thank you for trying so hard to remember. *it saved Aerik a lot of headache of having to go into the long term memory areas, draw threads out, sew them together... for he could, of course, and has in the past, but its always nicer when people just cooperate* Your mind is quite fast, I am somewhat impressed by this. Your thoughts and ideas are a swirl. Not bad. *he judges that on shield capability. True that a lesser telepath might get discouraged with such a mind... but Aerik finds it lovely and challenging. Then... silence. Spike's thoughts stop, Aerik sees his own body moving normally. The hell just happened? Oh, but he wants to know, and he investigates* I am unstuck () *a little observation, but he prods Spike to think* ()Why is that?()\

Thanks because Greg laughed at me. Said that I was a freak and ** He just stays still for a moment as all the information seems to be in his head. ** Well the people here are mean. Sometimes cruel. But they leave me alone now. They only talk to me to yell at me, or give me food. **He adds in a hushed tone** I pretend I can't hear them. ** He tilts his head and blinks as Aerik says his mind is fast. He ponders this for a sole moment in silence. And tries to think faster, laughing a bit, not sure if it worked. The thoughts fly by even quicker, and seem to sail information, motor-responses, such as sensory input are seemed to transmit instantly from the eyes, skin, and ears to his mind, through pathways of the body. Feeling things //as// they happen. As quickly as they register they are stored. It slows again as he stares at her for a long moment. ** Of course you are 'unstuck'you don't stay 'stuck'forever. . . I. . .** Saying this as a matter of fact. Spikey moves again to prove the point as the motions slow and swirl. He pauses for a moment. Seeming frustrated. Knowing there weren't words to convey these things.** I mean I don't know why you know. But watch this, it's freaky. ** With that Spikey gets up, and moves behind her at a blinding speed. She is stuck again motionless. Like a perfect statute. The room seems to stay perfectly still in perspective. Soon the room seems to turn rather than Spikey and he moves within it to position himself behind her. The motion is near causal as he rests his arms on the arm-chair. His heart beat doesn't increase. He stays still and it all returns to normal. The room fixes itself, or so he rationalizes. He stands there motionless smiling a bit, then tilting his head. ** Your hair smells nice. Is that the stuff that one chick uses here? ** A picture of Leanne whirls by pausing for a moment looking at the pretty face before it disappears again. He stands there, tapping his fingers again, becoming more and more restless.**

*Greg? Aerik isn't familiar with the name, but he's very rapt, watching, as spikey moves... as the room stands still, revolves around Spike, and then stills again. Aerik laughs aloud, or the illusion of it, in his silken female voice. The body turns to smile up at Spike, eyes bright* *MS*() I understand better than you realize, Spike. It is not unlike how a time traveller might be moving so fast that everything around him seems to stand still. That is supposed to happen when one approaches lightspeed, and while I do not think you are /that/ fast, I think the... circumstances, if you will... are similar. When you sit still, you are not moving and therefore, things become unstuck as you are in the normal, well, timeframe, I suppose. You are interacting at the same speed as everything around you. When you move, this changes. When you move quickly, well... everything else stands still, or seems to YOU to be doing so. Do you understand? I do not think it 'freaky', but it would certainly take some time getting used to. *Arlette's eyes narrow, that pretty violet glinting under the shadow of lashes as she looks up. Aerik is listening to the sounds of Spike's body...*() Your heartbeat has not raised. Your blood is moving at the same pace, regardless. Your senses are hyper acute, it would seem, and response time... reflexes... supremely sharpened. *His head tips as well, matching Spike's, matching the smile* () Thank you. No, it is not Leanne's, though she does smell nice, does she not? *eyes flicker to the fingers. Without warning, Aerik links to Lyeth's TK... showing no signs of /anything/, a vase hurls towards the back of Spike's head as Aerik off-handedly remarks--** () You are a restless one.()

** Greg was mentioned before. Just another friend, perhaps the thought flew past while he was thinking. Or it was so familiar no thoughts accompanied the name. Spikey blinks about to ask if Arlette knew Leanne instead he blinks catching motion towards the very corner of his eye. The vase gets dangerously close, inches even before he moves out of the way. Then he starts speaking again aside her sitting on the ground. His heart still calmed as he looks up towards her. Sighing. ** See they want to kill me you know? I have stuff thrown at me, people calling me names. . . ** The drug was almost washed out of his system as he sat tapping his fingers and then shaking his foot a bit. He says lightly and almost happily. ** You mean to tell me it's normal, because I was like here because I was a freak, and they invited me. So I stayed. I am glad I did. ** He ignored most of the notes she was making about his movements just pleased in a bit he knew. He then pondered aloud, the words taking form in his mind, seeming to fade just as quickly. ** I wonder if it's not just a mind thing, how fast I can go, I mean that is if it isn't a mind thing. Because I never tested it, because I thought I was a freak . .. ** Catching himself rambling and shaking his head. Saying honestly. ** You are easy to talk to.

*Aerik smiles as Spike dodges the vase. Of course he would have. But it wasn't a death threat or attempt. He watches Spike sit on the floor beside the female body. His heart rate hadn't even rose. Good. But Aerik does correct his idea about that, which is unusual for Aerik to do*MS*() I threw the vase, Spike. I wanted to see your reflex time. And, clearly, you /are/ one of us freaks, for very few, if any, natural humans could have dodged that. I made it quite fast. I would like to run a few tests on you sometime, if you are not adverse to such a thing, see just how much is mental, as you suspect, and how much is not, as I suspect. And yes, for such as we, it is normal. We are called unnaturals, for to the general human it is not normal, but unnatural. We were created to be powerful beings, above the others. Has no one talked to you about this? *that rather concerns Aerik, as he firmly believes each and every natural should know what they are and what they can do to the fullest extent. And decide from there which way they wish to go. Oh, not the whole story, for they didn't need to know that, about the Twins and such, but the GUARD, yes, and the hunting, and be able to choose whether they would be hunted or hunter. It concerned Aerik not at all which path they walked. But, being Aerik, he prefers to see those with abilities be proficient in them. Spike was no exception. It was a strange kind of pride on Aerik's behalf, perhaps. He leans back, adjusts his top absently, and smiles gently down on Spike, lips twisted in amusement at his last words*MS*() Thank you, Spike. I find you very interesting. I would like to spend more time with you developing your skills. I think you should know them. It is in your best interest. *small pause and he crosses his long, shapely legs* Ignore the ignorance in this place. For the most part, they are simply children who never had a chance at childhood. They have become jaded and paranoid, and, often, bitter. They have reason to be, but... they forget how to respond to others, I believe. Or even have the patience to care. They expect everyone who is unnatural to know what to do and how to do it. I am rather guilty of that myself, truth be told. But when I see one such as you, who does not know what to do or what lies outside these walls, I wish to change it, for you are in a position of dire compromise if you do not understand the dangers that may befall you for simply being unnatural() *he stops there, speaking maybe too much for Spike to pay attention to, and withdraws his mind gently from the man... for now. But he was honest, he does want to see of what Spike is capable...*

** Spasm sat back down his hands shaking lightly drumming his fingers on couch arm as he looked anxiously at his stash, and at the French babe. The stash and the French babe. Inching closer to his stash while still looking at the French babe. At some point between the glances he tapped his foot lightly and repetitively and even sighed. Saying.**This is so un-wickey-wow. The world is all stuck, with itself again, it's like that time on the Twilight Zone. Are you done "testing" me or something?**He already dodged a lamp, the television, and even with his back turned and eyes closed the miniature shovel from the fireplace. He did not like the fact he had gotten back to where the world was stuck again. His body almost seemed on fire, his mind raced, and he even broke out in a heavy sweat. He glanced back at the French babe and back to his stash. Stupid mind reader probably already knew he was planning to "go to the bathroom" . . . he again looked to the French Babe. She was hot, he raised a brow and looked back to his stash, but man so was that. Sighing and looking back at the French Babe and said lightly, hoping she wasn't doing her "read his mind game" thing again so he casually as he could, his hands still shaking stretched and reached for his massive bag of doobage. He smiled at her as she stared directly at him and he stood shoving the pot into his pocket and stretched again. ** I have to piss . . .** Inching away slowly glancing at her ever few seconds as he drummed again on the air, and then tried to b-line it to the bathroom.**\f2\par \par \f1 *Aerik lets Spasm go, but s/he's far from done with the young man. The world, stuck. How interesting. Yes, this warranted further investigation* Enjoy your time in the restroom, then. *Of course Aerik knows what Spasm was preparing to do, it was more than obvious. And the tall French girl rises, watching Spasm head for the bathroom* We shall talk again, and soon. The tests are finished for today but not forever. I shall seek you out another time. *With that, Aerik exits the front room and strolls lightly back to his beudoir, little plans forming in his impressive mind*