Quel était l'intérêt de tout ça? Les rassembler en un seul endroit ferait de tout le groupe une cible plus facile si "Les hommes en gris" comme il l'a appelé est apparu. Comment le saurait-il si ce n'était pas un piège? Ils nous aiment tous dans un seul endroit, plus facile à cueillir. Il y avait tellement de questions qu'il n'avait que quelque chose de bien dans tout ça. Sans parler du calme de l'aura de Dusk, c'était comme s'il était enfin sur la bonne route, la route d'Elvarren. Il allait avec son instinct pour l'instant. S'ils ont réussi cette nuit, il n'y avait que peu ou pas de chance que les hommes gris fassent partie de ce "acte".
"Instinct? Quand est-ce que ça a déjà aidé quelqu'un? Écoutez-moi, quand la nuit viendra, faites vos valises, volez d'autres choses et partez. Tu peux aller où tu veux. Et si par hasard ils t'attrapent, tu connais le chalet, tu les balances. Le laissez-passer gratuit!"

"Et Elvarren? C'est peut-être la seule chance que j'aie de la trouver."
"Oubliez l'endroit, faites votre propre "Elvarren" sur une plage exotique. Tu sais qu'il y a un moyen facile de gagner de l'argent avec tes pouvoirs, tu y as pensé. Et avant que tu ne pleures pour les Grey Men, demande-toi ça, tu ne les as jamais revus après avoir quitté ta ville natale? Non, pas du tout. Parce que je t'ai appris à gérer les choses, ne laisse aucune trace. Tu pourrais avoir une bonne vie."
"...Hahahahaha, vous semblez extrêmement rationnel cette conversation. D'habitude, tu chuchotais et criais des bêtises dans une tentative de me pousser au-dessus du bord, pour faire ce que tu voulais. Cette fois, vous pensiez utiliser la logique. Quelque chose ne va pas? Tu ne veux pas que je sois là? D'AUTRES raisons pour lesquelles je dois vraiment rester à ce moment-là."
Après ce silence. C'était la première fois depuis des siècles que la voix se taisait. Est-ce qu'il avait raison dans son hypothèse? Était-ce une façon pour la voix d'admettre la défaite? Attendez, depuis la première fois qu'il a entendu la voix, il a pensé que c'était la même chose que l'autre, l'exhortant à fouiller Elvarren. Mais ils parlent tous les deux des choses différentes. S'ils sont vraiment les mêmes, c'était peut-être une sorte de test? Un test s'il était digne de trouver Elvarren? Grrhhh!
Il s'est serré le poing très serré, il a presque tiré du sang. Encore une fois, AGAIN la voix avait mis le garçon dans un conflit interne, dans le doute. Plus il y pensait, plus il était en colère. En essayant de nier la voix d'autres réalisations, il a rapidement mis la conversation sur le dos de sa tête et s'est adressé aux autres.
"Appeler des doublons sur le lit."- étaient ses premiers mots audibles, vu que personne d'autre ne prenait l'initiative.
Aries 

What is my real name?
Tobias Wever. But you wouldn’t know that. To you, I’m Aries.
Age? 
I’m 26 years old.
What would you see looking at me?
Well… Pretty generic looks. Slightly feminine features. Quite tall, but don’t ask me to be specific, me and Dusk have been away from any tape measures for quite some time now. Taller than most men I encounter anyway. Not that there are many….
I have brown eyes and dark auburn hair that is usually messy. I don’t care much about mirrors, with my abilities what I end up seeing there isn’t always pleasant anyway. Cuts, bruises and a ghastly pale skin… No, thank you. I’m not fond of my looks and that’s why I don’t care about clothes either. A t-shirt and a jacket or shirt is my usual attire (shirts are good for covering scars and for stopping any bleeding. Win-win.)
What is my ability? 
I can heal people. Simple as that.
Well… almost. The wounds get transferred to me. I can then heal myself, given that I have enough energy. I’m used to doing it by now and I have a pretty high pain threshold as I have the compulsion to help (I blame Dusk). But needless to say it’s not entirely pleasant. Also, the bigger the wound, the more energy I need so it can be troublesome.
The Voice?
Yeah, of course I have it, we all do. But I’d rather not talk about it.
Where did I come from, and how long have I been looking for Elvarren?
Netherlands. Too long.
How did I end up here?
Very good question. One more thing I can blame Dusk for. Well, I would like to anyway. Though things would have probably ended up the same anyway, even if his abilities hadn’t awoken before mine. But that’s beside the point. The point is that we went to school together, and we were in the same class. Not exactly “friends” until he started losing his grasp on reality. And I’ve been following him since. I’d trust him with my life… even if I don’t always trust him to take care of his own.
Anything else you want to get off your chest?
Dusk is a dumbass.
….
Thank you, that felt good.


 Jay 
 

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The voice in my head has some questions about you. No, I am not crazy.
….Okay. That’s a good start…
What is your real name?
Catherine St.Clair.
Make sure no one learns it. So, have you thought of a good alias for yourself?
Haha, don’t worry, it wasn’t my real name anyway.
Alias, huh? Hmm… Well, I like trinkets and I’m very pretty and colourful. How about Jay?
How old are you, anyway? 
Let’s say… 20?
How would you describe your own appearance? Height, hair, clothes, whatever.
I was born with good looks – something I’m still conflicted how I feel about. That’s why I dye my hair green – it seems most guys don’t have the balls to approach someone with green hair, and whoever does is usually nerdy enough and easy to get rid of. …or very bored and up for a challenge.
Yet, I can’t help myself and strive to look good. I can’t wear baggy or ripped or stained things. Well, unless that’s the point of them. See, clothes set the mood so you have to wear what’s appropriate for the occasion. I mostly manage. Though not so much this time.
When I put this dress on, the intention was to go to the club and have some fun. Originally it wasn’t so ripped and stained and stinky either, believe me. But I didn’t expect to end up in the fucking city dump… Man, I bet I look like a joke right now. This is embarrassing. Can I borrow some clothes?
Recently all of us are afflicted with these impossibly unreal abilities. Like Mystics. What is your ability?
My power… I don’t usually discuss that with strangers but given how you quite literally saved my life…
I never really bothered thinking up a name for it… “Transfer”? “Fake”? “Appropriate”? In any case, it’s quite straight-forward – I can temporarily “steal” the quality a certain item or material possesses. Say a feather can drift in the wind currents and so can I. A fish can breathe under water and so can I. I can make my skin tough as a tree bark and my nails sharp as talons… If I’m lucky enough to have a cat around, I could steal its reflexes… it only works with solid things, though. I can’t turn my body to liquid or anything near as powerful as becoming transparent. I can only gain the properties for a short while – up to a few minutes and it can be quite dangerous… what do I do after I take off the ground and am already too high to just drop? I try not to think about that.
When it comes to people, unfortunately I can’t steal other people’s and power users’ abilities, though I’m working on achieving that. Occasionally it works in my dreams, when I use it on those creatures, but I still find it hard to be able to touch those creatures and not get hurt myself…
Yeah, that is the catch. I need to touch the things I want to copy from. That’s why so far it only works with items. I’ve tried using my ability on humans. Unfortunately, they have passed out before I could acquire any of their qualities… But once I got to touch a power user… and nothing happened! I didn’t steal their power, but I felt it… unfortunately I had to back off before anything bad happened – I wouldn’t like to risk my life just for an experiment. Though I’m quite eager to try that again…
But otherwise it’s useful. I can also assign the property to another item – make water colder than it was and even make a rock as light as a leaf. But… that comes at a big cost. I can use my ability on myself easily, but when I try to transfer a quality to something else it makes me very tired… and hungry. I try to generally avoid doing that but there’s been more than one case when it’s come extremely useful.
Did I mention I’m a pretty decent fighter? I’m not a shoalin or anything that spectacular but so far I’ve managed to survive. I can take on men and even soldiers on the odd occasion. Of course, it might have to do with the fact that I play dirty. Quite dirty...
What is your voice like? Has he told you anything aside to search for Elvarren?
I don’t know much about it actually. He/she isn’t very talkative. I get a sense that she knows more than she’s telling me and I can’t tell if she is incapable or reluctant to tell me. Either way, she’s not much help with anything. Very occasionally she’ll warn me about something but it’s so quiet that I can’t tell whether it’s real or I’ve imagined it. Given how you yourself have that voice in your head, it’s probably real.
Where did you come from, and how long have you been looking for Elvarren?
L.A. Well, that’s where I grew up. Since I turned 13 I’ve been on the road though, so I couldn’t really call any place home. I started looking for Elvarren when I was 16.
How did you end up here?
Well… you know, right?
How did you find me anyway? After a week on that dump I thought I would die there. You and Aries turning up was like a small miracle. Well, not a small one. I am really indebted to you guys. I hope I can repay you. Thank you for taking care of my injuries too. That gang… they really meant business, didn’t they?
Anything else you want to get off your chest?
I can’t think of anything right now. Thank you for asking.
It is good to meet you, friend. You’ll be safe here – for the time being…
Good to meet you too. Really good.