Finding Ida's sister

Liza had been sitting on the edge of the bed, petting her hair, and now she looks up at her parents with eager excitement, waiting for their approval. When Faith nods, she leans forward, very close to Ida's face, and touches her forehead with her palm. With a little pressure she is able to mentally slip past the shield of Ida's outer mind and thoughts to the inside of her head.


Inside the realm of Ida's inner view of her thoughts, Liza looks exactly like her usual self, only now in proportion to the dimensions of Ida's thoughts. She turns in a circle, orienting herself to her surroundings. (you can say how it looks in there, if there's a scene or rooms)
 
Grin stood in the doorway, watching all of this with an intensely intrigued expression. He couldn't help but be a bit jumpy, hoping he didn't get a zap from Liza's powers that sent him flying. Chuckling a little at the thought, he watched as Ida fell asleep quickly. It was strange, being in the vicinity of others with such abilities. It had been a long time since he'd been around such things and that, coupled with the earlier attack outside of his apartment, had put him on a bit of an edge, though it was hardly noticeable.
 
*Kneels next to Liza, smiling at her* Now remember your training, let her lead you through her memories she has to show you where to go, your job is simple to anchor her so she doesn't get lost.


Alex: *walks towards Grin* So you mind if I get my DNA sample now? I have to warn you to get what I need is quite painful and dangerous, so last chance to back out, I mean seriously you could die a slow painful bloody death, and being immortal is even worst you linger in a state of agony forever.
 
Jumped a little as Alex approached him. He hadn't been paying attention and was lost in thought. At the male's words, he raised a brow and chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?" he joked, then nodded seriously. "As much as I would love to back out, I cannot. I must find out just what I am, no matter the risk or pain involved." He sighed just a little, a look of worry going over his face. "If anything happens with my powers... is there a way you will be able to stop me?" he questioned, true concern in his voice. "The last thing I want to do is lose control and bring anyone here harm."
 
Sheena looks between Alex and Grin, somewhat alarmed. "Have you ever DONE this before, Alex?" She still isn't sure what she thinks about Grin, but watching him die a "painful bloody death" isn't something she wants to observe. Still, Grin's warning about losing control is in her thoughts too as she lets her eyes flit between.


Liza doesn't acknowledge Macal, and in fact does not consciously hear him. She isn't blinking on the outside as mentally, she walks around inside Ida's mind, looking for her projected self image in her mind.
 
Alex: *smirks, holding up a device that looks like a camera phone, a barely audible click and I walk away* I'm sorry I had to hurt you like that..Curse these barbaric devices of science.


Macal: *Watching Alex I just shake my head* Kid why are you giving the poor guy so much grief.
 
Sheena looks confused for several moments, looking around as if waiting for the blood to start gushing, before it dawns on her. "Alex you're such a jerk." But she smiles as she shoves his chest.


Faith tucks her arm through Macal's, leaning against him slightly in the doorway as she watches Liza and Ida with a slightly furrowed brow. "Remember the first time you met her, in my head?" she says, nodding towards Liza. "That was all so crazy...yet it's almost like there never was a point before that."
 
Grin readied himself, then blinked as a small click was heard. Looking over, he quirked a brow in confusion, then laughed, putting his head in one hand. "Okay, I'll admit... you got me," he said with a warm smile, shaking his head. "And here I thought this test was going to involve some sort of horrid needles or something of the sort."


Sighing a little in relief, he took his pipe from his pocket. "And, on that note, I believe I'll go outside for a moment to calm my nerves after that devilish trick," he said, but grinned, obviously not offended in any way.
 
Alex: Needles? This isn't the Inquisition..I should have some hits in a few days, sorry cause as advance as our tech is, there are so many samples to compare yours to it just gonna take awhile. Well seeing how I'm no longer needed I think I'm gonna take a Scram back to base and get started.


(Sorry folks just got home from work and I'm soooo beat, think I'm calling it a night)
 
Ida's mind is an open white room, that branched out into an entire building, neatly organizing each thought and memory. Even the slightest creak echoed throughout the whole area. Moving along, walking up flights up steps to the top, it isn't as organized. The white walls are peeling from the ceiling down. Random memories are scattered about the floors, forgotten.
 
Taking all this in, Liza looks around with some worry to make sure there's no people in her mind like Fay, the homicidal, rather nasty teenager that Faith has locked up in hers, who is a personality of Faith's. Reassured that she so far sees nothing, she begins to knock on different doors,peeking inside. "Ida? Ida..."


(night macal, i'm heading off too)
 
Grin nodded at Alex's words, stopping as he headed toward the door. "As I mentioned before, I've nothing but time. No matter how long it takes, it is worth a try, right?" he asked with a bit of a shrug. Heading to the front door, he stepped outside and lit his pipe, wondering just what was going on in Ida's mind as the smoke drifted off with the wind.
 
(wrong...Ida, you need to meet up with Liza inside your mind and guide her to the specific memory. I can't just say "and then Liza saw her sister and knew everything" because you are the one who knows what you want Ida to see and what the memory is. you need to help me guide you through it. So Ida needs to meet Liza inside her mind and Liza can take her through memories, but you can't really just skip ahead with this, you have to help me with some of it.)
 
Alright, I've never done anything like this before, so I'm pretty clueless. I believe I know what to do now.


Ida wandered down the narrow hallways. One would think that she would be able to navigate through her own mind easily, but the twists and turns and stairs were quite confusing. Not even to mention the rooms that just branched out into more stairs and paths. "Hello?" Her words echoed throughout the white-washed building.
 
Liza smiles when she hears Ida's voice, then follows its sound, calling out to her too; her voice echoes off the walls of Ida's mind. "Ida! I'm right here! Liza!"


When she finally comes across her, she grins, bouncing on her toes in such a way that were Ida awake, it would likely give her a headache. "I found you! Wow, your head don't got a lot in it, does it? Is there stuff you dont' wanna think about? 'Cause my mama, she puts them in rooms and locks the door if she don't wanna think about stuff. I don't know what my head looks like, I never been there..."


As a memory floats idly past her, Liza jumps up and catches it. "Ooooh what's that?" Looking down at it, she frowns, observing the scene, then holds it out to show Ida.
 
​She glanced around the strange building. "Yeah... my mind isn't exactly so pretty." Without another word, she cupped the memory in her hand, studying it closely. It played like a movie she could hold. As her eyes adjusted to the blurry picture, it was her and her sister playing. They couldn't of been older than 6. Tears rolled in her eyes as she watched the two children play and laugh, without a care in the world. And now look where we are. Ida carefully handed the memory back to Liza, just in case it could be of any importance, and wiped the tears with her sleeve. With a sniff, she looked around her, memories floating everywhere. "How are we ever going to find relevant memories in this mess?"
 
"Um...sometimes, they might be like the same color or size if they have stuff that's kinda alike? Like maybe the ones with your sister are all this color?" Liza suggests, then catches another memory, holding it out. "What's this one?"
 
*Kneeling next to Liza and holding her hand I can't help it that my chest swells a little with pride at how well my daughter's powers are developing, we were right to think that she'll soon pass us all and be the best of us all*
 
*Liza's body, disconnected as it momentarily is from her mind inside Ida's, nevertheless has the instinct to squeeze Macal's hand back as Faith watches from the distance, arms crossed, smiling slightly*
 
I am so sorry for taking forever to reply. For some reason whenever I tried to get onto the website, it got all glitchy.


"Maybe you're right. Let's see." Holding her hands out, grasping the memory that Liza handed to her. She squinted her eyes, until the vision of a younger Ida and her sister walking to school. "That's a very good-" Her voice faded out as she continued to watch the scene before her. Something didn't look right. Why was Ida so far ahead of her little sibling...? Why wouldn't she wait for her. Sure her sister was only a few years younger than her, but that didn't matter. By time the "little" Ida had reached school, her sister was almost a block away from her, very slowly trailing behind. That was worrying. Someone was maybe watching her! All these thoughts were racing through her head. "Does this seem a bit sketchy to you?" She asked Liza, handing her the memory carefully.
 
"What's sketchy?" Liza asks, peering down at the memory. After a few moments, she points out a man lurking in the background, the same man Ida had noticed watching her sister. "Who's that guy? He feels bad. Is he a bad guy? Did he get her?"
 
Ignoring her questions, a wave of extreme discomfort fell over Ida's body. Her shoes clicked as she speed walked down the hallway. "Could you catch this for me?" She said, motioning towards a red colored memory floating about.


 
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