<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gfXiZgF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Salem's Dorm, then the halls outside of Gabriel's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd, 5:40 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gabriel Summers<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem feels violated. She's too complicated to just open her eyes and look at him. Frustrated, and trying to stay civil, she demands that her powers be returned to her.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Emma's clothing here (http://i.imgur.com/cK6kfyx.jpg) - Also these shoes with dark black leggings (http://i.imgur.com/4Em0Q3S.jpg) - And her signature glasses of course.<br/><hr/>Salem’s hesitation could be seen in her stiff eyebrows, and the way that they clenched in the center showed her confusion.<em>‘Our parents. He knows what happened to our parents?’ - ‘He couldn’t be sure… how is he so sure…?’ - ‘overjoyed?’ - ‘emperor’ - ‘Why is this so bizarre?’ </em>Salem’s mind couldn’t really fathom what was going on around her. To begin with, her eyes were closed, and she put herself at a disadvantage there, but she had expected this.<br/><br/>Her expression softened, but it wasn’t calm. She couldn’t see him sitting in mid air again, but she could feel something going on. It was like feeling someone walk into a room without looking back to see them. She could tell that he was doing something strange. It frightened her. Unthreatened still, she kept her glasses to her side, confident that she could blast him away if anything got too weird.<em>‘If this boy is telling the truth…’ - ‘he would be unfamiliar, by culture shock, he really means lack of education.’ - ‘He’s barely human, he doesn’t understand normal things…’ </em><br/><br/>She was dealing with too much when Gabriel went back into his life on the other world. He might as well have been trying to sort out a confusing dream, there wasn’t nearly enough context for Salem to follow that part of the conversation anymore. But she could feel him struggling with the idea of compassion and the free will of the righteous. She wanted to respond, but her brain was too busy trying to make sense of a puzzle too disruptive to be real. So she stayed quiet for a while, managing her own hangups was a tough chore in that moment. Her fingers were starting to hurt from how tight she was holding her glasses.<br/><br/>Salem was starting to understand all of this before things got...intrusive.<em>”I think I can...lemme just..."</em><br/><br/>Salem might have pulled away if she saw his hand coming close to her head. She was a very private girl, a very closed off person. She had come to scout on a boy that might have been her brother, now, all of a sudden, her little brother was inside of her mind. It was disturbing. Her cheeks tightened, and her jaw started to quiver. Her eyebrows went up and the muscles around the socket tightened but she didn’t open them. She didn’t know what he was doing but she braced when he touched her face, and she could feel it as he pulled the energy away from her eyes.<br/><br/>The alarm system was hot, and it was firing in every portion of her being.<em> ‘What!’ - ‘...’ - ‘No.’ </em>She didn’t dare open her eyes. A twirling red light was all she could see on the backside of her eyelids and it had nothing to do with her power. Her hearing was dominated by a subtle ringing and she didn’t know why. It felt like a piece of metal had just scraped against a filling in her mouth. It felt like there was water in her ears. She kept her eyes closed. It was the safe choice, her personal choice, and a statement of free will all at once, in addition to a few other reasons she couldn’t even comprehend at the moment.<br/><br/>Gabriel continued, and she couldn’t focus, too busy dealing with the idea of a family, and that this uncertainty of a human might be the one link she has to the past.<em>‘How would we ever relate?’ - ‘How could I ever be a big sister to him?’ - ‘Do I even want to be a big sister?’</em><br/><br/>He finished to her dismay. She wasn’t ready for any of this. She just wanted to meet this boy as his RA, and guide him around campus. She was close to tears, but she fought them.<em> ‘I’m not crying right now.’ - ‘No.’ - ‘Not right now.’</em>She didn’t realize it, but she hated that she was either herself and blind, or powerless and happy. Gabriel didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know that he was digging his nails into an open wound. But Salem was learning that she was actually happier with the laser beam coming out of her head. And for this moment, in a moment where she could tell that she didn’t have the beam behind her eyes, she was horrified that the power would never come back.<br/><br/>She had set him up for this, but she hadn’t planned on it going this way. Suddenly, someone she didn’t really know was about to look into her eyes. It was a private place that no one had been allowed inside for over six years. She didn’t care if this might have been a beautiful moment between two long lost siblings, this was not going to happen. She wasn’t going to risk opening her eyes. He could be wrong, and he didn’t have the slightest clue of what she was capable of.<em>‘I could open my eyes and kill four people behind him.’ - ‘ this is reckless.’ </em><br/><br/>Salem didn’t even reply to him. His plan was irrelevant to her. She had barely heard his story.<br/><br/>She’d listened, she’d cataloged the entire tale. But it didn’t matter to her anymore.<strong>“Give it back...”</strong>She was trembling.  Salem was a cold person. And this was way over the line for her.<strong>“I believe you. You’re from Shi-ear. Not here, 10-4." </strong>She tried her best to pronounce Shi'ar, but she'd spoken quickly. The following was spoken much more slowly.<strong>"You took away my powers.”</strong>She knew why he’d done it. He wanted her to be able to see, he was trying to do her a favor. But it was a big favor, it was too big of a favor. She hadn’t earned it. Salem wasn’t the type to accept gifts, or let a stranger in easily. This was the definition of frustration for her. She braced again, showing a flash of her anger.<strong>“I want them returned to me...” </strong>Salem clenched her fist, and tried to dig her nails into her palms just deep enough to keep them from bleeding.<strong>“...Right now.”</strong>