Horatio's couldn't help but crack a smile at the little nickname Reaper had dubbed Constance. It actually suited her quite well in his opinion and he decided to try and remember it for future use. "You do seem to be feeling better now," he spoke to Constance, "Are you going to be alright?"

It had been a long time, a very long time since Horatio had allowed himself to care about someone else. He surprised himself in how much he actually cared about Constance at the moment, perhaps it was because she was first person to visit his secret frozen world and make it back alive? It gave him hope towards the future and he was not going to let that slip away easily.

Cimmy looked at Reaper with a smile, "But you're doing so well" she commended with a touch of sarcasm, "I think princess cakes is about ready to join the band wagon. Why don't you bring out a few more lemon tarts to really send her over the edge?"

Turning his head in the direction of where Reaper's voice last was, Horatio spoke again, "You two have a very odd relationship" he observed, "You are new to this, aren't you? Which makes Cimmerian the experienced one and yet your tones speak another story. While I suppose technically she is in charge, both of you would prefer it to be the other way around. You know, people don't realize just how much their voices give themselves away, you're all so focused on visual cues to fool one another that you don't realize pitch and tone speak volumes more."


Cimmerian glanced a bit awkwardly between Horatio and Reaper before clearing her throat, "Ahem... yes.... well... to business then..." she shifted in her seat, "We are here to represent an organization that specializes in people who have unique abilities. We save lives, take down nasty dictators and solve wars before they start-all sorts of good stuff."

"So you want us to be what? Secret agents?" Horatio raised a brow, "Don't you need years of training for that sort of thing?"

"People with these abilities are hard to come by." Cimmy explained, "Which is why every one of us is paired with a less-than-hard-to-find operative without powers" she gestured to Reaper, "the organization gives you all the training you need and then they are here to fill in the rest. On the odd occasion, like in my case, my old partner... retired, so I got a new one. Which is why, yes, he's new."

"Watch it kid. Don't get cocky. Like you, I can see in perfect darkness and I can hear noises among the crowd. Only, unlike you who was forced to undergo these adaptations, I actively sought to teach myself these qualities and skills" Reaper paced beside Cimmerian a bit before rolling his eyes at some of her comments. "The level of trust is a huge thing. Since I'm a new recruit and they don't trust me, I can't lead. But the second I have enough to be dangerous, I will step in and command." Glancing down at Cimmy, he smirked. "So you've already got your hands full with me. Who will train these pups?"

Horatio frowned, somehow what Reaper said had struck an unpleasant cord with the boy, "You learned, I have lived it. I did not adapt, this is who I have always been. I was born without the distraction of eye sight, you may have learned to ignore what you see but you have no idea what your voice betrays about you. I know there is something else you want, so out with it then."

To be quite honest, Cimmy wasn't actually accustom to taking control. All of her previous partners had been quite the controlling type-which was probably why they usually ended up dead. Still, usually it was them doing all the talking while she hovered around intimidatingly. So it was a bit of a strange change in situation to find herself knowing more than her partner did about these proceedings.

"Alright, look, it's as simple as this" spoke the lady in red to horatio, "You have a very unique ability, one that if left unchecked can end up ruining your life as well as everyone else around you. Our people can see to it that you learn to control this ability, they will train you and assign to you an agent that is both knowledgeable and capable. However, let me make it perfectly clear that should you choose to join us, there is no going back."

"So what you are saying..." Horatio spoke carefully, "is that I can either come in with you and control this thing, or be free and risk harming others with it? Those seem like two rather extreme choices."

"Essentially, yes" Cimmy confirmed, "and for the record, what you've been dealing with thus far is just the start. Today it's happening on the rare occasion, you think sure, you can handle this. You just have to keep calm, keep focused" her eyes became distant as she spoke, "but then one day you wake up and it doesn't matter how calm or focused you are. It's growing, escalating out of control and then you start to panic and it gets worse. The next thing you know, none of your old tricks are cutting it anymore. People are dying and not just anyone but everyone."
The lights began to flicker but it wasn't an electrical problem, it was like something was trying to block them out. The fireplace on the other hand seemed to grow brighter though the bricks surrounding it were cast in harsh shadow. Her eyes as well seemed to darken with only the flickering firelight reflecting in those onyx black orbs.
"It will burn you" her voice was a harsh whisper that sent chills up and down Horatio's spine.

Horatio found himself swallowing back the fear that was creeping up his throat. Was it just him or was the room feeling rather warm? He had already killed someone with his ability, or rather he was fairly certain that person had died. Lost forever in a world that never moved, Cimmy's words cut deep and he felt himself shrinking back into the couch.

Constance was getting mixed feelings from this group. When they first ran into them, they were the epitome of evil and they were truly a group that the red head had feared, hungry or not. She passed out after a migraine episode and woke up to be fed. Soon after that, it was as though they were exchanging pleasantries and soon after they were told that this group made up the good guys, not the bad, which made no sense to her. As soon as that was said, the woman listened with a cocked brow.

She was pulled into the conversation a couple different times, both by the two men them only seemed partially interested what was going on, though the more frightening of the two (Reaper), definitely seemed to hold the greater of the interest out of the two of them. When everything silenced for a moment given the red head a chance to speak, she started by clicking her tongue rather loudly; it had been a trait she picked up that drove her mother absolutely insane for years.

After another pause, a chance she used to look about the faces in the room. Her brows knit together more tightly as she voiced her thoughts, "You guys really have to get your story straight. Either you're bad guys or not because the good guys don't just off people." Her eyes landed on Reaper at that part; the guy still intimidated her the most out of everyone, but if they were good guys as the woman claimed, then he was nothing more than a scary-looking kitten.

"Besides, if I had powers, I'm pretty sure I would know, regardless as your thoughts on the matter Mr. Know-it-all," she then barked at him before crossing her arms under her chest. She would purposeful leave out the special doctor her parents had been taking her to for years just to monitor her headaches; it wasn't anything important and she had heard others complaining of constant migraines as well, even if she didn't believe they were the same as what she suffered from.

Constance shot Cimmerian a sharp look for a brief moment before forcing her eyes to look back at the table before her. "I'm pretty sure the 'good guys' don't kidnap people," she mumbled under her breath before the male known as Serk started speaking. His words at first caused her to roll her eyes as her arms were tucked tightly against her chest in difiance. His tone started changing though as he spoke of Robin Hood.

Lifting her eyes to meet the male's gaze, for once, she listened silently. She worried her bottom lip for a moment as she imagined the fox from the Disney version of Robin Hood. Clearly he was no bad guy, that horrible Prince John was! In her mind, he had already stolen from the people, so what Robin Hood did was simply return was what taken from them and that couldn't be considered bad. Her mind drifted as the pale haired male shifted gears towards the Revolutionary War. The colonists were being oppressed so of course it wasn't wrong of them to fight back to gain their freedom! Lastly, when the male mentioned the 'evil' that chocolate brought, Constance then shot the male a sharp look, one the quickly calmed as he put his hand on her knee.

His words then caused her to look away, her back hitting the back of the couch as he seemed to return to sitting back in his own chair. She looked to the side, her gaze falling onto Horatio who seemed to be more willing with all of this than she had expected from what she remembered happening before she passed out. She took a slow breath as she tried to think, her eyes rolling to peer at the white haired male from the corner of her eyes and she became curious. What was it that these people were fighting for? What was going on beyond the lives of those she saw everyday? Were her friends in some sort of danger, did they need saving?!

It was Serk freezing the table the caused the woman to jump slightly, her body facing the male once again, eyes slightly wide. She had guessed there was something special about Horatio and from the way the woman and other man were talking, that they must fall in the same boat. For some reason though, she didn't think this guy followed down that same path. Her hands were planted flatly against the couch as she looked at the ice once again before the male started speaking about what he fights for. She could feel a swelling of pride in her chest as she watched as he spoke of such a sorrowful experience. It ignited a fire in her, one that wanted to be like a modern day Robin Hood.

The snark comment that normally would have come from Constance when Serk mentioned how they wouldn't hurt her or Horatio was swept away in this new heroic feeling. She lifted a hand to rub the back of her neck for as far as she knew, she wouldn't be of much help. "I mean," she started saying, her hesitation from her previous thought catching up her words. "If there's someway to help, I'd be glad too. I don't think I'm anything special, but if you guys think otherwise, I'm all for it!" It was funny at how the woman was snapping at the others since they got there, but this guy seemed to know just what to say to get her to do what they wanted, even if she wasn't aware of it.