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[torren alexander davenport]

The flat was completely silent right now. Torren was lying down on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed, listening to the traffic outside and the blackbird that was in the tree just outside the window. That bird seemed to be there everyday, it was this little blackie that was responsible for waking him up at five am every morning. It wouldn't be that annoying if it wasn't for the fact that he only got in from work at four in the morning and so this premature wake up call was not very welcome. Of course, soon enough they would have theor own early wake up calls in the form of a baby. He wouldn't mind at all when it was the baby though, the blackbirds are annoying but the baby will be his child, and he knew it would get away with things a lot more.

Beth had told him not to be so mean and informed him that it was a male blackbird who had two babies that had been following him and he was busy trying to feed and look after them. 'The babies are sweet' she would say, but when you have only had one hours sleep, sweet doesn't seem enough. So here he was at nine in the morning, attempting some form of shut eye to give his body the rest it needed. Beth had already left to go to University and so he was here on his own. It seemed like he wasn't likely to get any sleep at all, and this was really getting on his nerves.

Maybe he could soundproof the bedroom and then take refuge in there away from the daily bustle of the city. It wasn't likely to happen though, he had found that recently he could only sleep when Beth was there. She was his nightlight, his safety blanket. His mind didn't shut off from the worrying when she was gone. Perhaps if he texted her she would come back from uni in a few hours and come and let him sleep next to her. It was asking a lot though and he would feel like a bit of a child needing her to be there. Well, he would text her anyway, it was worth a try right? the worst she could do was say no.

[donovan isaac murry]

Donovan could have very well rode a power line to this specific residence. It would have taken him--quite literally--a little longer than a blink of an eye. However, the large man found himself standing at the foot of the apartment complex, having driven here instead of capitalizing on his abilities, and saving the money spent on parking. Well, Don never really did use his powers any more than he actually needed to, and he didn't really need them to get to this boy's apartment. After all, humans traveled like this on a daily basis. What's the harm in taking a chapter out of their book and enjoying a nice little right through the city. That's right, Don, was always the optimist. Though, this little mission of his was a tender issue, the could really have his organization swinging in a balance. He wasn't going to let a group that has been around for centuries, protecting mutants and humans alike, end with him. That would be catastrophic. He could only image the damage the would befall the world if Wrightman had his way, him and the Coalition. Donovan actually felt sorry for the youths under Wrightman's wing. The man--in Donovan's eyes--was exploiting the children's anger and dark pasts.

Unacceptable.

Knowing full well that he had to approach the current matter with a level head, the proud leader of Erindamus entered the building's lobby, and took the stairs up to the designated room that had been filed in Torren's report. Oh yes. Donovan knew exactly who he was dealing with. That was how he was able to keep an eye on this boy and the young lady he lived with. Don had eyes and ears throughout the city, watching, and reporting back. Thus, came as to how he learned he very well might be a 4th stage mutant. Much like himself. Further observation only showed that Torren still had a dormant power. No wonder he's proved somewhat hard to track down. No matter, Don's watchers have done a good job keeping close tabs. And everything that he would ever need to know lay safely on his large mahogany desk, back at headquarters, and--now--in his head.

Upon reaching the landing with the correct door, Donovan pulled a gloved hand from the pocket of his coat, and knocked firmly, three times, on the plain door. They weren't harsh raps, nor were they light scratches. They were confident knocks, leaving just the right presence, or so he hoped. It was late enough in the morning to catch someone home. Of that, Don was sure. But whether or not the young man was a late sleeper was not included in his notes, so hopefully, Torren wasn't frolicking in dream land.

[torren alexander davenport]

Torren was slowly beginning to drift into the state of calm which allows sleep, when your thoughts start blending into a dream. It was a rather pleasant state to be in really, when things are calm and when you awake from them and realise what you had been dreaming about. Needless to say he got the scare of his life when he heard someone knocking at the door and it woke up up in a flash, his heart rate picking up as it had taken him by surprise. He stayed lying down for a moment just to let himself calm down and get himself sorted out. Then he sat up and pushed himself to standing. Who was coming to the door at this time? He wasn't expecting anyone, maybe it was someone going door to door to sell things.

Either way there was a strong urge for him to just not answer the door but Torren couldn't help but be polite, plus he was quite curious. Strolling over to the door he looked in the mirror and grimaced at how scruffy he was looking. He was only wearing pj bottoms and his hair was all over the place. Oh well, hopefully it wasn't anyone too important. He got to the door and opened it halfway, sticking his head out to see who it was. Just as he was about to say hello he stopped mid way with his mouth open a bit. This guy was pretty tall and strong looking, like he had a great presence about him. What was someone that important looking doing at his door?

He could always use his power, read the guys mind and not have to guess why he was there but then Torren resented using his power like that....well, he resented using it at all. "Uh...hi there." He was suddenly regretting looking this scruffy and half naked now, he could have at least grabbed a t-shirt to put on. "Can I help you?" His curiosity was hightened now and he couldn't help but feel a little cautious. There was something about this guy, he seemed full or purpose. So unless he was going to ask Torren if hehad found jesus he couldn't work out what the hell he was doing at his door. Still, he would find out soon enough, hopefully.

[donovan isaac murry]

Donovan waited patiently for the door to be opened. His hand having reverted back into his front pocket once more. He felt the seconds tick by, and honestly wondered if he might have miscalculated the boy's sleeping habits. Then what? Then, this was a wasted trip, and he would have to come back later and....

Ah...

He heard someone approach the door, and stood a little straighter. As if he needed to. Don had impeccable posture as is, but presentation had always meant a lot to him as young man, and has only carried on into his current years. He watched, with dark, knowing eyes, as Torren peeked out into the hall, Don could clearly read the confusion on the young man's face. He didn't need any powers to see that. He also took into account that the boy looked....a little less than presentable, having not even worn a shirt, and honestly did look like he had just rolled out of bed. Amusement quickly flickered through his dark eyes, as the right corner of his mouth curled upwards slightly. He could tell this boy was tall, just a tad shorter than himself.

Don gave a soft nod of his head, when the blonde asked if he could be helped. Well, that he could. "Good morning." He returned, with a very smooth and low voice. Now, it wasn't like Donovan to beat around the bush, so he got right to the point. "Torren Alexander Davenport..." It wasn't a question, trying to ascertain if he had the right person. Don knew he was at the right door, looking at the right boy in his blue eyes and pj pants. After the small pause, to let the initial shock settle into the boy's head, the proud man continued, humbly. "I am Donovan Isaac Murry, and I need to speak with you, though it should not be discussed out here...In the open." He gave a look around, and wondered what it might be like if a human tenant of the apartment were passing by and over heard them talk about mutants and powers.

Simply disastrous.

He leaned in a little, whispering in an even lower voice. "It's about our kind?" He stared into the boy's eyes intensely, with a very faint smile. Willing the boy to see that he wasn't lying. It was a very delicate situation, again, but he obviously wasn't going to force himself into the young man's home. He left the execution of the situation in Torren's hands, as he backed off again, standing and waiting for a reaction from the boy.

[torren alexander davenport]

Torren was still a bit groggy in the head so when the man said good morning he gave him a little weak smile, it probably wasn't morning anymore, not that he had been paying too much attention though so maybe he was right, or maybe it was a slight joke to the way Torren looked like he just got out of bed. He worked the late shifts at a club though so he was allowed to be like this at this time though. His grogginess seemed to shift pretty clearly when the big guy in front of him said his full name. He stood slightly straighter and arched an eyebrow but didn't speak. How the hell did he know his name? Surely he would know soon eough, this guy wouldn't just say his name like that without some kind of explanation for it. "....yeah?"

He nodded in slow motion as the man spoke again, introducing himself and saying he was here to speak to him. right then, well that was fair enough but knowing why would be a bit useful before he invited this guy into his house. He could be anybody after all. "....right" He looked down the corridor with his eyes without moving his head. Well, he was on his own so that seemed a little less threatening although with the build of him it didn't make him any less intimidating. As the guy leaned forward he divulged what it wa she was here for. By 'our kind' he assumed it wasn't barmen he was talking about. so...he was one of those mutants huh? He wondered how long it would be before someone came to speak to him again.

"You know, I'm not really in the practice of speaking to 'our kind' too much..." He did want to get it across he wasn't going to be an easy person to talk to about whatever it was he came for. Maybe it was something different from before though and Torren wasn't an impolite person. "You better come in though, it would be rude to turn you away." He opened the door further and stood to the side to let the man into his home. Once it was ok, he closed the door and walked into the middle of his living area. "So what exactly is it your here for?" He was suddenly feeling very cautious and his mental powers were trying their hardest to act. His telepathy and mind control had some mild ways of protecting his mind from attacks, not in a major way yet obviously as he wasn't trained but they were very strong now so they were trying their best. He was feeling the need to use them now, and felt very defensive. This guy was going to have to work at getting Torren to ease up, right now he felt very on edge and tense. He also felt very paranoid about where Beth was and if she was ok.

[donovan isaac murry]

Don was a patient man, and he gave the by ample time to mull over his words. By the sound of his voice and the short couple words that came out of the blonde's voice. He knew, right then, that it wasn't going to be easy talking with him. Donovan didn't let his dismay show on his face, or in his eyes, he was willing to take his time in this. The large man did, however, smile politely when Torren invited him in. He gave a curt nod of his head and stepped through the threshold slowly. He was relieved that the boy had not told him to leave right then and there. Certainly, it would have been a touchy subject t speak about--especially with Torren revealing that he had not spoken with other mutants very much. Strange. Donovan only assumed that meant other mutants outside of the kid's young lady friend.

After Torren had shut the door, Don idly removed his gloves, and stuck them in his left coat pocket. He turned to the young man, a soft look in those dark dark eyes, and slowly turned away to gather in the small apartment. It looked quaint and cozy, but Don wasn't being arrogant believing that he could offer them much more. Even when he was more of a hand's free kind of man--and allowed people to make their own decisions--this wasn't a case he could easily let go of. For one thing, he knew the Coalition wouldn't leave this couple alone once they've figured them out. Which meant, he had to plant the seed of possibilities while he still can.

"I represent an organization called the Erindamus, we are a secret society that has been around for centuries offering protection to mutants from humans." A general statement to set the precedents of his visit. Now, to get to the point. "I am here to extend an invitation of interest to you, and your loved one. of course. We are here solely as a sanctuary for mutants to stay and relax without fear of discrimination, and offer training to those who can't control, or want to strengthen their gifts." He lifted one hand to scratch just behind his earlobe for a moment. "If you are interested, we can certainly talk about it and you can ask questions if you have any." Donovan didn't say anything after that. He just kind of stood there, studying the small establishment, with a faint smile on his lips. No pressure. No pressure at all. Besides, he wasn't the one with the telepathy and mind control, now was he.

[torren alexander davenport]

Torren wasn't exactly sure what to think about this, he had already been approached by two different people on separate occasions regarding 'their kind' and he wasn't very keen then, what exactly would change for this guy? Torren didn't like using i powers and he had read in the minds of one of tem that they were aware he had 4 powers which was unusual (it was also the first time Torren had realised th significance of having 4, before he wasn't aware of this 'dormant' power of his) and he couldn't help but feel he was being used. Was this guy going to do the same? Did he want Torren purely for his powers? He listened though and was patient and polite. He had asked him into his house after all.

He considered all the man had to say before he said anything, he wantd to make sure he really understood all that was said, and even the things that weren't said, the underlying messages. He wouldn't resort to reading his mind, not yet anyway. For all that it was a terribly useful power he always disliked using it because it always felt rude to do so. "The Erindamus you say? It was the Coalition that had been to see me previous to this. I could tell you the same as I told them, I'm not interested in being used for my powers. However, Is upose I could give you the ebenfit of the doubt and let you say your piece before I make any assumptions." He kept his 'cautious' face on, the one that let people know he wasn't sure of them and was on his guard. For all that he didn't use his powers, he certainly could if threatened.

He thought or a moment, considering any questions he may have for this guy. "So, this Erindamus place. How does it work? You say it is a sanctuary, does that mean that we would live there? Is it just the British mutants, or all over the world?" Hethen realised there were a lot of questions he had for this man, questions he and Beth had always wanted answered. More so now they were expecting a baby. Would he get to ask this guy all of them today? In some ways he didn't want to seem too keen or to show how curous he was about the whole thing or it would give away how little he knew, give this guy a stand point for why torren should join them. "Look, at any rate, I wouldn't be making any decisions without first talking to bethany. I don't feel comfortbable using my powers and I would hate to think someone was going to try and use them for their own gain, Bethany's either. If I ever thought someone was usng her, I would stop atnothing to punish them for it, I hope you realise this."

Everything he was saying was just jibberish now, although he may have been trying not to say anything he was letting things slip but at random points. It wasn't exatly going as he had hoped. Still, no matter what was said there was no way this gy could make Torren do anything he didn't want so really he felt sure that nothing he was saying would put him in a weaker position. He then got another pang of worry, where was Beth? Were the using this as a diversion to speak to her? To try and infuence her? He knew how clumsy she got around other mutants, what if she fell...it cold harm the baby. He now needed to know where she was and try to get her home. He only ever felt comfortable about her safety when she was with him and at any other time it made him panic. He tried not to let this show on his face though, he didn't know what powers this gy had or how he would use them. "What do you know about my powers?" This question just rolled off his tongue without him thinking about it, still, now it was out it did make sense, at least he would know where he stood.

[donovan isaac murry]

Donovan wasn't surprised to hear that the Coalition had already come around. He gave a very slight smile. Yes, it was because he caught wind that Wrightman was on the move that made Don decided to take action as well. Suddenly, he didn't feel too good about disturbing the boy with all this yet again, but it couldn't be helped. Don decided to hear what Torren had to say, and wasn't surprised when the boy was concerned about being used as he so put it. The Erindamus leaders figured it was a proper conclusion anyone would have come up with, especially if they were approached by the Coalition first. Them with their "going in with guns blazing" ideal. Don only gave a faint nod, to show that he understood the boy's caution in the matter. It wasn't like he was buying an over-the-counter drug or anything as easy as that.

He gave another faint smile at Torren's questions. At least it meant he was curious, that was always a good thing, but Don wasn't going to be pushing the boy. Not yet anyway. He listened very carefully to the boy's feelings towards his powers, more importantly his feelings towards the well-being of his lady friend. After a small pause, Donovan took a soft breath and went about answering Torren's inquiry. Slowly, and methodically. "Well, of course, if you choose to, you may live there. There are families who have found peace there, and children who have been raised on the grounds since their birth. The sole purpose is to offer protection from an otherwise possibly hostile lifestyle. Also, it's not just for British mutants. I, myself, am from New York City in the United States."[b] He responded, curtly. [b]"But, yes, please talk it over with whomever you need to."

Don, however, frowned a little when Torren said he wasn't comfortable using his powers. But didn't say anything about it just yet. If the boy wanted, of course, there were people who were willing to train him. "No one's going to force you to use your powers, Torren. It is a safe house, but you can choose to train your powers if you wish to." He added mildly, as an after thought. He wasn't sure what the boy thought about having the power he was given. Don wasn't a telepath, but he was sure it was a pretty crazy experience to all of a sudden be able to hear people's thoughts.

The man was a little surprised when Torren asked him what he knew. But was probably expecting it. Now the question is whether he should lie, or tell the truth. Well, the truth might shock the boy, but Don wasn't sure how much the Coalition had divested as of now. "I am fairly sure that you have exhibited three powers, with your strongest being telepathy." He answered very slowly. "What do you know about them?" He asked suddenly, curious as to how Torren saw himself. Don wasn't a telepath. He didn't have the option of looking into the boy's mind, in order to answer all his questions.

[torren alexander davenport]

He listened to the answer this Donovan guy gave but didn't feel the need to reply. He didn't have further questions on that matter really, well none that could be asked before he spoke to Bethany. He still wasn't exactly 'considering' it, merely wanting to know all the facts and options. He was far too stubborn for his own good really and he had already got it into his head that these groups were a bad thing. His life should only be about him,m Beth and the Baby and that was all he worried about. Some band of brothers style gathering for mutants just seemed a bit unstable really for his liking. That many people with powers all together. Spelled danger in Torren's book.

He gave a very slight smile that was forced and almost judgemental. Not going to be forced? Could train them if he wanted to? It was all too much to think about. Being in a building full of mutants would mean he would have to face up to the fact he was a mutant and he didn't much feel like that. The only thing he wanted to think about was the safety of his family. "It is just my family I am conserned about, not my powers. Being a mutant only ever gave me problems so I don't see facing up to it being a good thing." His face shifted a little to worried thought, would this guy notice? What he was thinking about was the fact that having a child meant that one day they would have to face the fact they were mutants and would have to know what to tell their child when they found out what they were. Right now Torren couldn't offer that.

He listened to what Donovan knew about his powers. It seemed quite basic, not as much detail as he read from the mind of the Coalition member. Either this guy was lying or he really did know less. When asked what he knew he was a little taken aback. Wasn't this guy just here to offer sanctuary? Did that include trying to get information? He wasn't really sure if he should give a truthful answer or not. Again, he was worrried about if this guy could read minds also, or one of their members could and already had and so this guy would know how much Torren knew. So much uncertainty that one quick mind read could solve, but he was stubborn, he wasn't going t use it. "I know that I have 3 active powers, your right the telepathy is my strongest. I also know what the other two are and I can use them in some way, although not fully I wouldn'y imagine. I also know I have a dormant power.....I don't know an awful lot about it though." You could call Torren many things but truthful had to be one of them.

[bethany anne munroe]

Deciding to leave uni early wasn't something that Bethany did often, but today she just had a feeling that she should be at home. She couldn't explain what that feeling was, or where it had come from, but she wanted to be home with Torren. Which was why she had packed up her books and left school, pausing once or twice to let people of importance know that she was going and to make sure she had any and all assignments that she would need. As she walked toward the trains that would take her back to the one place she truly felt safe, she hummed to herself and smiled as one hand rested on her belly.

People passing her may have thought that she was incredibly weird or something of that nature, smiling to herself, but she didn't care. She had a man at home who loved her with his whole heart and she had life growing inside of her that was soon going to make her family complete. Despite her fears of the struggle that was facing herself and her fiance, Beth was happy. Nothing could bring her down. Maybe it was the pregnancy that was making her want to go home. There was nothing better in her mind than being at home with her boys and laying beside Torren with his hand on her belly.

Once she arrived at the flat, Beth smiled again. She would have texted or called Torren to tell him that she was coming home, but she wanted to surprise him. She stumbled a bit in the hall way just outside their door and her heart lept for a minute. Torren wasn't alone. There was someone in the flat with him...someone powerful.

Taking a deep breath she unlocked and pushed open the door and stepped inside, holding the wall beside her for balance. It wouldn't do well for her to fall at the visitor's feet, she realized. Not only would that put Torren to worry, it could be harmful to the life inside her.

"Torren," she said softly, when she saw her fiance standing with a tall dark man. "I came home early. I see we have company..." As carefully as she could so as to not stumble too much (which she did anyway because of the man standing there now), she made her way to her fiance's side, holding his arm in her hand. "What's going on?"