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Angela is down in the bar, with her mp3 player, her head bobbing along with the music, some mid-21st century neo-punk or something.

Or the Grateful Dead.

Hey, if she can't smoke pot anymore, at least she can listen to the Dead.

As usual, she's wearing baggy black clothing and too much makeup. She's eating a burger and fries and drinking a coke.

She'll pop the earbuds out of her ears if you want to talk to her.

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A knowing calm smile as she sipped her tea. Teeth clinked down on the cup in rage. To have her isolated like this and to not be able to do anything lest she blow her cover. A sweet tone in her voice as she finishes her sip of tea.

"You are quite welcome. You are just as astute of a student as your mother."

Angela tilts her head inquiringly. "You teach my mother as well?"

Mesaana nods calmly. Manipulating her mind was hard with her family interfering. It was a matter of some frustration.

"Yes, I do."

"What do you teach her?"

She knows that her mother has some weird powers at the moment, but she's not quite sure how she got them or if she had help.

A golden light burst around Mesaana as a small ball of fire appeared in the palm of her hand. A grin on Mesaana's face.

"I teach your mother to utilize her powers."

"Oh..." Angela's eyes get big. "Mom's so much happier now that she's learning...I have to thank you for that."

A small smile at Angela.

"It is a small thing really... Your mother will be very great one day."

A pause as she decided to tell her something.

"After a hundred years or so, your mother will be a most impressive Channeler."

Angela, who idealizes her mother, knows she's already great.

At the Lady's second comment, however, she blinks.

"...a hundred years?"

A calm nod with not even a slightest hint of the smile she felt inside. Her voice simple and explanatory.

"Yes, Time rests the years easily on Channelers. Your mother will not age appreciably in your lifetime, and her own lifespan is measured in centuries."

"Wow."

It's not a good 'wow'.

It's a slightly frightened 'wow'.

What happens to my brother?

A calm shrug.

"It is simply the fact of the matter."

A tilt of her head.

"Do you know some of your mother's capabilities?"

"...not really."

She's still a bit stunned by the whole 'not going to die' thing.

A light gesture as Mesaana lectured pedantically.

"The abilities of a channeler are wide and varied. I as of yet do not know your mother's specific Talents."

A pause.

"Anything from manipulating the weather, to traveling to other worlds, to controlling the mind, to walking in dreams... The possibilities are nearly endless."

A sigh, as if the air has been forced from her lungs suddenly.

"She's that powerful?"

She didn't know. She'd no idea.

And she doesn't quite know how to feel.

Mesaana nodded calmly.

"She is still learning, but she will be one day. More powerful than you, or her for that matter, can possibly imagine."

A pause.

"Her interest in psychology gives good possibility that she may be talented in the area of Compulsion, controlling the mind, and perhaps, the touching and walking in dreams."

Okay, this is creeping Angela out.

In a big way.

Angela leans her head upon her hand and feels a trifle ill.

Mesaana continues seemingly oblivious to Angela's increasingly ill look. Her tone as pedantic and explanatory as if she were reading from a textbook.

"There are some fascinating aspects to Compulsion and the Dreamwalking. Not only does it allow psychiatric aid, but also, with the subdiscipline of memory modification an excellent tool to reintegrate aberrant elements in society."

A worried look on her face.

"Though, there are always those who use it for what they see as good... Often parents, who use these powers to modify the behavior of children they deem to be aberrant, or heading down a bad path."

Angela pales.

"Um."

She swallows. "I'm sorry, Lady Selae," she says, the words tripping over each other to leave her mouth, "b-but I think I need to go upstairs, I'm suddenly not feeling terribly well..."

She stands on legs that barely hold her up.

A worried look on Mesaana's face. Her crystalline voice the very picture of concerned sweetness.

"...Oh, of course, Lady Angela. I hope you feel better soon. I cannot Heal very well, otherwise I would offer."

A pause.

"If I can be of any further assistance, please, do not hesitate to come find me."

Angela nods but she has to get out of there, because she's going to be sick.

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