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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shalimar" data-source="post: 1153680" data-attributes="member: 9600">Kelly awoke only a few hours after she had fallen upon the bed, despite the passage of a bare few hours, the exhaustion she had felt only 3 or was it 4 hours ago was totally gone. "Talk about a power nap." she jokes to herself, stretching out, shaking out the cramps that she always seemed to have in her legs when she slept on her back, she had been too tired to roll over onto her stomach the night before after turning off her bed-side lamp. It was still dark out when she emerged from her bath feeling well and truly clean, having used gusts of wind to really get out the smell of smoke, and the one or to spots on her face and legs where ash had made it through her shield of wind. Today, the clothes she wore out into the world were rather conservative, at least for her, looking less like Barbie does bondage, and more like business girl chic. White leggings, with a pair of black velvet boots that came to mid-calf, and an oriental style red top, with a pair of what appeared to be ornately carved chopsticks holding her hair in place was what she dressed in to wander the pre-dawn grounds of the institue. She floated herself through the hallways until she reached the beautiful gardens in time to watch the sunrise, and a more beautiful sunrise over the grounds there never was, the clouds that her sadness the previous night had called contrasted brilliantely with the first soft rays of the sun, putting on a glowing show of pinks and purples. Watching the display, she couldn't help but feel energized by it, hopefully this day would be better then the last. She was actually a might curious about what was on the news about the incidents of the previous night, normally, the press made up all kinds of things about her, but what they would actually do with something as newsworthy as her being in a club that burned down, and taking on Pantheon, and saving peoples lives, well careers were made a stories that had 1/100th of the sensationalism. She idly wondered if she should call her agent to give him a statement when people started asking. Shrugging, she decided to try something she had done the night before, moving things around with the wind, she hadn't known she could do that in any way shape or form short of creating a tornado, and that would have been very bad. At first, she strained herself trying to lift a boulder that she was sunning heself upon, but suddenly, her thinking shifted to something Charles had said to her once when he was telling her one of his war stories, she coul almost hear him: "We were outnumbered very badly, but we were very precise in everything we did, while they expended their energy needlessly over a larger area. All the fire-power in the world won't do you any good princess if you can't work with it precisely." he had said. Hesitantly, she tried to push with the air molecules under the rock, instead of around it, on top of it, and beside it, and wonder of wonders, it worked. Raggedly, and ungracefully at first, but as she grew more precise, the rock stilled its movement, hovering a few feet off the ground as her concentration and pecision increased. This is like soo cool, its almost like I have a whole new power just because I sat and thought about things that people said to me, what would I truly be able to do if I took this traiing that Mr. MacCallister is putting me through seriously? she wonders. The popstar spent the rest of the morning playing with her new power, seeing what she could do with it, growing more and more excited as the morning wore on. Using her powers was refreshing, more so then it had been, it was like jumping into a cold mountain stream, not that she really actually new what cold was, other then an abstract, she could prance naked through a blizzard and be totally comfortable. She wondered if it was part of using her powers so heavily the night before. "When the others wake up and get ready, thats when I'll go get Charles, I mean I have the time, so they might as well be there when I meet him." she murmured to herself, thinking about her preperations for the meeting. She had dictated the contract in direct terms with no wriggling room, not that it was needed, or that he would try to wiggle, but because she was a rather direct girl and she trusted him implicitly, and liked him a lot regardless of being a merc. She had also transfered money from her petty cash fund back to her fathers emergency fund including a nice 30% percent interest now that she actually could see what money was where. Mentally reveiwing the text of her orders for Charles she felt it was as complete as she could make it without a lawyer: Investigate the assassination attempt on Mark, determine the person behind it, and notify me when you have that information, I will pass it on to those I feel need it, and we will proceed from there, full combat pay as a fight can't be ruled out. She would give him the orders, as well as the account number and verification code when he arrived.</blockquote>

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