The trio bad left the planet and wandered off the cruise ship to get themselves cleaned, with Zed being the first to finish since his body was untouched.

“How’s the ship?” The doll-like little girl stood with a change of clothes in her hand and a smile on her face. The boy lifted his finger, lifting the clothes out of her hands and undoing the buttons for the shirt as it floated unto his body.

“The ship is fine; I just didn’t think you’d pick us up with a cruise ship,” he flicked his wrist, lifting up the large towel as he changed his bottoms.

“You’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with your powers now." She giggles, and Zed starts buttoning up his sleeves; the two of them had quite the odd friendship, more so in the sense that she was actually older than his was.

“Thank you for answering the call,” he replied, and the girl rolled her eyes before crossing her arms in mock annoyance.

"Oh, look at me, I’m so cool and edgy now all I say are one-liners.” She had made a poor attempt at imitating his voice, either on purpose or due to a lack of ability to do so. No, perhaps this was how she perceived his behaviour from her perspective.

“Fine, fine” He stretched out his hand for a handshake, a hand that the doll-like girl looked at and focused her eyes back on the boy in question, who only sighed. Arms wide and gestured for the doll-like little girl laughed as she gave him a small squeeze before hurrying off.

This girl was never like this when he had originally met her. He shook his head and laughed to himself, thinking perhaps this was how she had always been and only acted like as scary as she did when she was around her subordinates.

The rest of the team had gotten rather comfortable; Demi-urge had gotten himself into a mix of rather interesting people; well, leaving his strange personality aside, he was a pretty handsome guy; Sona, on the other hand, was a lot more shy about her encounters.

“It still amazes me that you guys own all this.”

“If you were to live for a few hundred years and still be broke, that would be quite concerning." The shadows beneath his feet bubbled and stretched as a man climbed out of it, the shadow sticking to his skin and morphing as he stood to his full height.

The last bits of the shadows seemed to be absorbed into his pitch black hair; the shadows had turned into a suit and tie, which he adjusted most likely out of habit and started to make his way to his hair, taking a deep breath while he did so.

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This man was always so strange to him; he called himself Mercury’s father, or perhaps it was Mercury that called him father. The more he thought about their relationship, the more confused he grew as he shook his head.

“You must be Mercury’s little monster.”

The boy raised an eyebrow as he wondered what sort of nickname that was supposed to be; more importantly, he didn’t quite remember becoming someone’s property, and her father looked at the boy’s confusion and scratched his head as he tried to explain, “Ah well, you see Mercury has you saved on her phone as—”

He suddenly had his mouth clamped shut by some unknown force, his daughter appearing beside Zed, causing him to jolt in fright. He might be friends with her now, but she did still frighten him quite a bit every now and then with stunts like this.

“Why don’t I show you around the ship some more?” Zed had yet to respond when she grabbed a hold of his hand and started pulling him down the stairs. There were those that had raised their heads to look at them but had assumed Zed to be the son of a VIP, or perhaps a sponsor.

She showed him around the ship, and he could say he was fairly impressed. It had these strange little rooms that could make adjustments to the environment as needed, and they had a bar that served all sorts of interesting things.

“Heard you had a rather interesting target today,” she said, forcing the bartender's limbs to move and pour her a drink. The bartender's face remained calm, however, as he only offered minimal resistance, likely already used to such behaviour.

Zed watched the barkeep’s minute struggles with interest; this doll-like girl's ability to control people made him wonder what her life must have been like. The organisation taught them that advancing the strength of their powers was fairly easy.

Constant use and imagination were the perquisite’s, as for the rest, which would depend heavily on some other factors, with a major one being the length one had their powers along with their personal affinity; thus, talent ultimately came into play.

“The man is supposedly a researcher that had access to the documents pertaining to ability augmentation." The doll-like girl nodded her petite little head and waited for him to continue, taking a sip from her glass as she did. “He is likely under some form of subliminal suggestion from someone with psychic-based abilities.”

“Is he suicidal?” The boy shook his head at the question before tapping his fingers on the counter and slowly adding.

“If Sona is next to him, it causes some interference,” the talking doll made a hmm sound, setting down her drink and crossing her arms as she set her eyes on him in silence.

The boy's solemn expression made him look like an angel in the dim lighting of the bar; he almost seemed to glow, his red eyes almost like crystals as the lights refracted off them. “And people say I look like a doll,” she thought, wondering how he would look when he grew up—if he ever grew up, that is.

“Is there something on my face?” She had been staring a little longer than she should have but had remained silent and just kept staring at him, her expression unflinching as he shrugged and turned away, grabbing a glass of the drink he had yet to start with the half-melted ice.

“You’re such a creepy woman"