Roswell Magick Legacy ADULT/UC/XO

[KatnotKath]

OOC: hope this is okay, I'm hoping she can receive a message even though she can't respond, if not I'll just edit that bit out. Also the bit about Boon I'm thinking Isabel contacted Ana, and she'll have told him if he can't recieve himself. Tell me if you want anything changed, just trying to get her up to date and back into it

~Serena~ (temping)

I know I was due to meet Isabel and the others over ten minutes ago, but when Isabel’s dad gets talking, it can be hard to escape… I nod and smile, not really listening much to what he’s saying now. At first it wasn’t so bad, but now – well I know Adam isn’t going to let me forget how late I am…

*Serena…where are you…?*

As a familiar voice sounds in my head, I smile again at the older man in front of me and wish, not for the first time, that I could actually answer…

Finally Morgana appears, telling him to leave me be, and I slip away thankful for the escape. It comes of something of a shock to find that there’s no one stood outside when I get there though, and for a moment I wonder if they’ve left without me… No…they wouldn’t do that…

“They’ve gone to Cameron’s…”

I look round to see Boon’s head peaking out from the door. “Isabel just sent a message round to tell us to stay away, I’m sure you’ll be welcome though, I suggest you catch them up…”

I nod. “Okay, thanks…” I respond softly before thinking for a moment, trying to remember the order of houses we were told. I think I’ve got the right one, and as I head on inside, the sound of talking which drifts through into the hall tells me I have.

I wonder what they’re doing in here…I thought we were going out… I wonder to myself as I make my way into the living room. Pushing open the door, I stop dead as I realise they’re not alone, and I look over at Isabel, silently questioning with my eyes what’s going on as I step into the room. “Hey…sorry I’m late…you can blame your dad…” I tell her, trying to make light and ease some of the tension that even I can feel in the room.

[KatnotKath]

OOC: okay, long Alex here I know, and it doesn't take it any further, but I desperately needed to get him up to date sorry. Hope it works, tell me if you want me to change anything

~Alex~

As Trevor discovers his flat tyre – conventiently just after Maria passes it I note – I realise that this is all part of the plan that Max has thought up and don’t bother saying anything else. As Maria suggests one of us staying behind though, it is difficult not to shake my head at least… I don’t know what she seems to have against Trevor…he seems nice enough to me…and it’s not that I don’t understand why she might be nervous, but Max seems happy enough to be round him…

I shake my head, deciding that there’s little point in thinking much about this and simply getting ready the soon to be crowded car away from the kerb after everyone’s pilled in. “Where to…?” I ask Max, knowing full well next stop is not going to be the movie theatre as Trevor thinks…

Max starts to suggest Tess’s house, but then she sways and I get the feeling he’s not feeling so hot either… His mention of Michael – as Tess identifies him – being in pain, confirms this, and I nod as Max tells everyone to get into the car.

The atmosphere is a little tense, but not as bad as it could be… I think the fact we’re all easy around each other help, and looking into the back through my mirror I can see Kyle with Tess.

The conversation flows rather more feely now, but of course we still don’t have much to go on…

Before long I’m pulling up outside the house. Before we can go inside, Mrs Cleavland walks up though, mentioning something about new neighbours… As she elaborated a little, I can see Max tensing a little, and I can well guess what he’s thinking. These people don’t sound average, so what do they want… Government, FBI…or something else even…? All are possibilities…

Still, Mrs Cleaveland isn’t really helping right now, and I give her a smile. “Sounds like they could be interesting…” I respond, humouring her much in the same way as Max is doing as I try and direct her attention elsewhere, easing her round and trying at least to head her off back the way she came…

When she’s gone I can see Max is a little more relaxed, but not much…these new neighbours have got to him even without seeing them…and apparently now he wants to meet them…

I have to say, I’m a little surprised given his earlier urgency regarding Michael, but then I guess the possibility of the presence of FBI agents or something else close to where Tess lives is something pretty important too…

Since no one else seems to have any objections, that’s exactly what we do anyway, and as we head down the street, I have to say I’m curious to see what these new ‘neighbours’ are going to be like… As Max points out, ‘our age’ to Mrs C doesn’t mean an awful lot of course, who knows what they’ll be like.

As the discussion as to whether or not they could be FBI agents continues, I notice that Tess still doesn’t look so hot and offer her my arm which she takes. I smile and squeeze her arm lightly. “You okay…?”

She doesn’t really have time to answer since just at that moment in time, we come into sight of the house and see a few kids stood outside. As Max says, maybe Mrs C was right for once… I nod in agreement with his words but don’t really say much as we walk up…

The tallest of the two girls is a real looker I have to say though…very nice… I offer them a smile.

After she’s introduced as Isabel, there’s an awkward atmosphere falls on the conversation and it’s no secret to us at least why. I could swear there was a look passed over Isabel’s eyes too, she just glanced over at Cameron, as though she’d said something didn’t she…?

I shake my head mentally, telling myself not to be so silly, and as the conversation continues it all seems more normal, until Max and Tess almost collapse… Tess gives some excuse about being dehydrated, I’m not certain if they buy it, but they invite her to sit down anyway and this strange conversation continues.

Max surprises even me as he brings up ‘Ron’, and I don’t miss the strange looks that pass between the cousins. If they didn’t think he was weird before, I think they do now…

We all go to sit down, then Max goes further and mentions Michael… That certainly provokes a reaction from Isabel, and it’s pretty obvious we have our first lead…

Max tries to assure her we haven’t hurt him, that we want to help. Just at that moment in time, a petite brunette walks up, obviously being one of those the new kids were waiting for earlier. Again there’s a look that seems to pass between her and Isabel, who then introduces her as Liz.

A short while later we’re inside, apparently it having been decided this conversation isn’t for outdoors, and it continues to get stranger and stranger… My eyes widen as I see Adam light a fire with his bare hands – producing some fairly strange looking flames too. They don’t last long though, as Liz soon extinguishes them. I shake my head, really not sure what’s going on, and have to say I wonder if Max has got it spot on when he asks about an extraterrestrial status. Apparently not though, according to Liz, although she doesn’t elaborate on what they are either…

Max seems to have decided he trusts them to an extent though, as he volunteers something about himself and what’s happened.

As Liz sketches something, then offers the paper to Max, I lean over to try and get a look at the mysterious Michael… He looks…interesting… I look at Max, waiting to see if he’ll confirm whether this is the same guy.

Just then the door opens again though, and looking up I see another girl around the same age as the rest walk into the room. She seems to look round at us a little skittishly, or at least nevously, as she makes her way over to Isabel. I offer her a smile, but still don’t say anything… Right now, I don’t know what I could add I guess…

[StormWolfstone]

ooc: anything that they send to family can be heard by all parents and Serena can recieve telepathic messages from the 'witches'.

~Isabel~


"What... How did you do that?" Max asks as Adam starts the cold fire. "Are you aliens?"

“Not aliens…no…” Liz responds after dousing the fire with her own magic. I shrug. I'll be the one to tell them the most, father would want it that way.

"Then -- How did you do that?" The one named Kyle asks and I have to smile.

“Digression!” Cam shouts.

“Nice Catcher reference,” Tess responds weakly.

“Thanks,” Cam begins, “I know we all have questions about each other, and we can get to the answers later. But there’s something more pressing. We’re not aliens,” Cam answers Kyle's question, “We have powers, just let that be enough for now. We have to try and get Michael, and free him from whatever—whoever—has him and is hurting him.

“Everyone just take a seat, breathe, and calm down.” Cam says as she walks toward Tess.

“Here, Tess,” Cameron hands Tess the water and I can tell that she has gained some sort of vision.

Telepathically, I reach out to her, *Cam, what is it? What did you see?*

"Michael isn't like you," Max says, sounding certain of himself. "I think he's like ... me." I looked at him and nodded. It could be a possibility. We'd always thought that Michael had someone else out there that was like him.

"You see, I'm a bit -- psychic, sometimes. I haven't talked to him or seen him at all, in the usual way. But earlier today I'd been getting feelings about someone in trouble. I was able to figure out that his name is Michael and that he's in pain. I saw his face and then I heard his thoughts. He was worried about 'ron' and Isabel," he explains, looking at Cam and I. "I guess he did mean Cameron. I didn't really catch all of it..."

Serena comes in then and I can tell she's got questions galore. “Hey…sorry I’m late…you can blame your dad…” I nod and smile slightly even as I motion for her to sit down.

"Serena, this is Max and his friends Maria, Tess, Kyle and Alex. They have had some contact with Michael." I explain shortly before I turn to look at Max, "Can you try to contact him in return, tell him we're alright and we are trying to find him? I know he won't want us in danger, but tell him the Donovan's aren't going to leave without him."

I pause as I glance at everyone, "As much as most of us try to keep our secrets, the Donovans are a very unusual lot. We are not aliens as Michael has believed he is, but we are attuned to magic. Our parents simply say we are witches." I admit, though for the most part back home, everyone knew about at least Morgana and her children, but we had never faced being around people that didn't.

I waited for condemnation or laughter. I waited for them to say I was crazy and yet a part of me, as I looked at Max, didn't expect either reaction, at least from him.

[isabelle]

*Max*

I take the paper Liz offers and look at the image she's drawn. It certainly seems to match the description Tess gave. She saw him more clearly than I did...

*Tess,* I say silently, sending her a replica of the image I'm seeing so I don't have to be obvious about showing it to her. The alert was hardly necessary as she seemed to have been waiting for just such a thing. *That's him,* she confirms, sounding worried and sad.

"This is the one," I say before handing the page over to show Maria.

Then Isabel asks a question that should have been obvious, and yet, we've been too busy to try. "Can you try to contact him in return, tell him we're alright and we are trying to find him? I know he won't want us in danger, but tell him the Donovan's aren't going to leave without him."

The rest of what Isabel says interests me almost as much. "...We are not aliens as Michael has believed he is, but we are attuned to magic. Our parents simply say we are witches."

They knew. Michael is an alien. That's not much of a surprise, but he actually confided in them about being an alien, or believing he is an alien, just as we've confided in Kyle and Alex. But they say they're witches?

"Witches?" I say, my voice rising a bit in uncertainty, but I quickly collect myself. Afterall, if aliens are real, why not witches? It's a shame they won't have any answers in our search for what we are, but maybe they can help with their powers. And Michael, too. He may know things we don't.

"I'll try to contact Michael," I tell them, feeling ashamed that it hadn't occured to me before. But so much of what we'd been hearing was choppy and unclear. Of course, having seen his image it should be a bit easier. "I don't think he was sending his thoughts on purpose and I'm not sure what he'll think of recieving a message. I hope I'm not going frighten him more," I say.

Then, glancing at Tess again, I do just that. *Michael! My name is Max. I'm with Cameron and Isabel and the other Donovans. They're safe. We're trying to find you. We want to help you.*

[StormWolfstone]

~Isabel~

"Witches?" Max voice seems to rise and I wonder if it's nervousness or fear. I watch as he seems to collect himself and then he tells us, "I'll try to contact Michael," I'm glad that he's agreed to try. If we can get some form of contact with Michael then maybe we can help him more easily.

"I don't think he was sending his thoughts on purpose and I'm not sure what he'll think of recieving a message. I hope I'm not going frighten him more," Max says.

I nod, "I understand. Thank you for being willing to try. Liz, maybe you can help add to this. Your empathy and knowledge of Michael could strengthen the contact. I don't know how Max's gifts work, but it could be similar to how our families is. Bound as one, less undone." I say, thinking about it carefully. I know that to do some things, well, it could well be a cause for problems.

I look at my cousins and Serena, "As much as I hate to admit it, we need their aid, I attempted to scry for Michael earlier and was unable to do so." I admit softly, knowing that they weren't going to be happy with my decision not to tell them.

[KatnotKath]

~Serena~ (temping)

Isabel quickly introduces me, but as she mentions them having had ‘contact’ with Michael, I can’t help wrinkling my brow in some confusion. She makes it sound simple, but obviously it’s not…

Still, I nod and give a small smile. “Hi…”

Even given that Isabel is usually more open than a lot, it still comes as something of a shock as she comes out and tells Max and his friends voluntarily about their magic. I can see that the others are rather surprised too, and Liz for one looks a little worried…

I see the paper that’s being passed around, and as I catch a glimpse, I smile at Liz. “Pretty good…” I tell her softly. She’s really good at drawing… Michael’s more a painter perhaps, but Liz’s pencil drawings are super. I’m not surprised Boon’s used a few of them in some of his books…

I see her blush slightly, and then the light moment is gone as Max agrees to try, although he seems rather hesitant and even voices a concern that he might frighten him… All attention is once again focused on him, and I see Liz nod slightly as Isabel suggests that she might be able to help.

She then admits that she couldn’t find Michael when she scried for him and suddenly all her actions and words make sense. I reach over and touch her hand. If she thinks these kids can help us, then lets give it a go. “Okay, well we'll work with them then, and we’ll get him back…” I tell her softly.

[KatnotKath]

~LIz~

As Serena walks into the room, I have to smile at her comment about my Uncle. She’s confirming, albeit unintentionally, my suspicions, and I have to say it’s hardly a surprise…

Max takes a moment to look at my drawing, then nods, confirming that was who he saw. Part of me doesn’t know whether to be relieved because we have a definite confirmation, or more worried because of what Max has said…

I bite my lip, chewing and taking a deep breath. I feel guilty that I didn’t receive those more recent emotions…I felt the first, but since then nothing… Then again, I have the emotions from my cousins, the rest of my family, and my own of course, to deal with…I guess they’re blocking him out at the moment…

As Isabel asks about Max contacting Michael, I sigh inwardly. Any of us could try, it’s whether we get through though…Michael has some sort of barrier…and we never know if we’re getting through or not – sometimes we do, but more often we don’t… But if this guy is the same as Michael, maybe he would manage…

My head shoots up at Isabel starts telling them all about us though, and I look over at Adam, not really believing this is happening… *Isabel, we can’t just tell them…* I sound like I’m panicking, and that’s exactly what I’m doing…

I can’t help it…these people are strangers, and even if they say they want to help, that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with them knowing all about us…

Of course their reactions are rather telling… Isabel worded what she said very carefully, and I don’t miss Max’s look as she mentions ‘alien’. They hardly seem as surprised as I would expect though, and I almost think that Max seems disappointed about something…

I shake my head mentally, telling myself not to be so silly.

“Pretty good…”

I’d forgotten about the drawing for a moment, and as Serena comments on it, I allow myself a very small smile. “Thanks…” I love drawing, and people say I’m good at it, but I’m still very self conscious… Silly when you consider some of my drawings - those in dad's books - will have been seen by thousands of people by now, but that’s hardly the same thing as passing it round in front of me.

Even if it’s not the best time therefore, I have to admit I’m grateful for her little bit of encouragement…

Soon my attention is directed back to the main topic of conversation, and as Max agrees to try, Isabel mentions the possibility of me helping. My eyes widen a little, and I look at her surprised. She shocked me when she volunteered the information, but the idea of making a connection with a stranger… I can’t say it’s something that I’m very comfortable with…

Still, if it’s going to help Michael… I nod awkwardly, standing, and stepping over to where Max is sat. He’s already concentrating I can see, and I reach out to touch his hand, closing my eyes and concentrating on using my own powers to help strengthen the connection he already seems to have open.

[Sugarplum7]

So this is kinda blah. I have a paper to write.

<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Cameron ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>

When I’m released from the image, I catch my breath and move to sit on the floor beside Tess. I hate it when a vision takes this much out of me. It makes the simplest acts so much harder. I clear my head and listen to the conversation filling the room when I feel Liz tug on my attention before I hear her voice in my head, *Are you okay?*

I smile lightly at her concern and project a feeling of reassurance. *Just weak. I didn’t expect that one.*

*Cam, what is it? What did you see?* Isabel asks. I close my eyes and I try to recall it with as much detail, but keep certain things to myself. I hear the door open and turn to see Serena walk in. I give her a weak smile before she moves to Liz’s side.

Liz’s drawing is getting passed between Max, Tess, and Maria, and then Isabel suggests Max and Liz working together to try and send Michael a message. And as much as I don’t think that they mean us any harm, I’m not about to show them all of what I can do. I don’t know if I’d want them to know that I just got a vision from Tess, I’m pretty sure that Liz doesn’t want them to know about all her abilities. But it is a good idea. Michael just might be the most psyblind of us all.

I should tell them what I did see and alleviate some of the apprehension that we have around them. I telepathically reach my cousins and explain to all of them what I saw. *The vision took me by surprise, but I saw them sitting around a table in what looked like a restaurant. They were talking, being teenagers. They’re not bad. I don’t think we need to be worried or afraid of them . . . And then things changed. And I think it focused in on Tess and something she experienced. She can hear him, Iz. She can hear Michael, and he wants help. He also mentioned someone. Trevor,* I send out before Liz stands to make her way to sit by Max.

[isabelle]

*Michael*

I can't believe the glee I hear in his voice as he talks to the scientists. "I'll let my men have a bit of fun with you and simply watch since you refuse to answer me as I wish." How can he call this fun? He's a true sadist. He really is enjoying this. Trouble is I can't answer his questions the way he wants. I don't have the answers. I'm not sure I could tell him if I did know, but right now, it's not even possible...

"Chain his arms and legs so that he won't be getting up to go anywhere anytime soon. Don't do anything to kill him yet. He may prove useful even after the tests."

"Please no!" I say finally able to speak again. "I haven't done anything. I don't know anything. Please!" I hate the edge of panic in my voice, but the truth is, I am panicking. I don't know what to do to save myself. I don't know how to stop this...

'Don't kill him yet.' The words echo in my mind. It shouldn't be a surprise. I know I'm just a lab subject to them. I've seen the movies and read the books. I knew when I woke up here that it was going to be bad. That they'd want me dead eventually. But they're talking about it now, before I've been here more than a few hours.

*Michael, listen ... need to know everything that you can tell me and I need to know soon. I have to know who has you, what do they look like. It's the only way I can help you.*

It's him again. The voice in my head. Once or twice I've heard the Donovans like that, but they always tell me that I'm blocking. I've thought it was just because I'm not human, that my brain might not work like theirs. But Trevor, whoever he is, doesn't seem to have any trouble. I cling to the hope he brings as if it were a life preserver, and maybe, it is.

*Please, brother. Don't give in, not when I've finally found you.*

Brother? I wonder at this word but I have no chance to respond as the guards close in on me.

I struggle to move and manage to prop myself up on one elbow, but it's too late. They're grabbing me and forcing me onto my back, chaining me to the cot. I haven't recovered enough to fight them physically. I try to use my powers to push them away, but it doesn't work. The sheriff stands there gloating, looking like he's the happiest guy in the world...

"Stop! Don't do this!" I beg again, but they ignore me. I'm pulling against the shackles at my wrists and ankles, but I know it's useless. The guards pull the bed to the middle of the room before producing leather straps that they use to hold down my arms and legs, too. I can't move at all by the time they move back, letting the scientists have access. The sheriff turns the chair around and straddles it backwards, still watching, still grinning.

One scientist comes forward with a syringe and I remember what the Sheriff said about drugging me. I already know my body isn't the same as a human's. I have no idea if these drugs will work the way they're supposed to. It could kill me. How would they even know?

Trevor wants to know what they look like, but they're wearing hospital masks. I can't see their faces...

Suddenly, I hear a new voice. *Michael! My name is Max. I'm with Cameron and Isabel and the other Donovans. At first, it's soft but then it suddenly gets louder and clearer and for some reason, I think of Liz. They're safe. We're trying to find you. We want to help you.*

They're safe! The sheriff doesn't have them. At least that's one good thing. If he's with them, they can help. I just hope they don't do anything that will put them in danger, too.

I feel the needle go into my arm and I bite my lip, waiting to see what will happen now. I try to brace myself, to block out what's coming, but I don't want to block out Max and Trevor and the Donovans. I gotta talk to Cameron. *Max! Please help me! I'm in Roswell New Mexico. A room with no windows. There are guards in grey uniforms and scientists. I can't see their faces... They're drugging me!* I'm starting to feel fuzzy, but I have to keep going as long as I can. Somebody has to hear me. Maybe someone can help me. *There's guy who looks like a sheriff with a cowboy hat -- dark glasses...*

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[isabelle]

*Max*

I'm concentrating on Michael, trying to send him the message from his friends and from us, when suddenly I feel a warm hand over mine and several things happen at once.

I suddenly feel 'connected' to Michael. I can feel how frightened he is and how upset he is because he's afraid. He wants to be a stonewall, but he can't be. He's in the middle of my worst nightmare, and I'm sure it's his, too. Anyone would be terrified.

Also, I feel a connection to Liz. I feel her warmth and her caring nature. She's smart and strong. I see flashes of her as a child, with her family doing normal stuff and not so normal stuff. Magic. I want to watch, but I can't pay attention to that. Not now.

I concentrate on keeping up my message for Michael, without even missing a beat. I just hope he can hear and understand.

I take a breath, and he answers me. His mental voice tinged with terror. *Max! Please help me! I'm in Roswell New Mexico. A room with no windows. There ... guards in grey ... scientists. I can't see their faces... There's ... looks like a sheriff ... cowboy h... dark glasses --*

His voice cuts off and I can only wonder why. Blinking, I focus on the room around me and I see that Liz is touching my hands. She's the one who made the difference in the connection.

"Did you hear that?" I asked Liz, nearly falling into those chocolate brown eyes. Then, biting my lip, I look at Kyle. "Michael said he was being held by a sheriff."