Columbary - Play Room
"Mother?" Was what Kay seemed to take from Xanders outburst as she clutched a fist against her chest dramatically. "I'll have you know little-bit, I'm barely twenty two!" She jibed back at him non-seriously before looking skeptically.
"Fifty-two if you want to be semantic about it but you're no kid in that noggin of yours either, you know." She tutted. "You may not have yet noticed, I cant-" Kay waved a hand in front of her milky-white eyes to enunciate her blindness "Read your file as to why they never let you outside yet but some of us get to stroll around with the office every now and then and help fix their problems.
It's why they give us the cliche codenames; Mines ; Hierophant if you didn't remember. Not a fan of it but Beauty wasn't in their nomenclature." Kay admonished. It was true that some of the first generation were often taken out in groups by the OIA and Kay and her second-gens were one of those groups. But rarely were any details forthcoming and many played it off or didn't care altogether to instead fish for details of the outside world.
"As for your family-" She paused, her face softening to a concerned mess of freckles in his direction. "Like it or not we are your family now, siblings all. Sometimes siblings act out or argue or take things out on each other but for the most part we look out for each other.
If you're scared I won't make you go outside. But you should experience our new home at some point and not get cooped up inside all the time."
She looked at him, not expectantly but clearly not leaving until she got an answer that would satisfy her.
Columbary - Dorms
"Judgement?" La'gran questioned, his imprint of her in his senses giving the impression she was scrutinizing him in some way. "You knew it was me? You're getting much better." Her tone was mirthful as, even with his senses and reflexes it was too late to avoid it when the slightly older psychic placed a gloved hand on his shoulder reasuringly before looking past him into the room.
To his senses, nothing happened at the touch.
"Hello, all!" She greeted, the usual cheerful demeanor of The Fool shining in like a spotlight as, lacking some of the same supressive skills the second generation had, The Fools surface emotions might as well have been written on her sleeve or shined in their eyes like a ray of optimistic sunshine.
"I'm glad I found you." She made no mention to invade their privacy overtly by the unspoken rule of the columbary to barge into another psychics cultivation room without permission. "Scáthach was looking for you guys and I needed to stretch my legs so I figured i'd stop by. You guys know you have a mission, right?" She looked down on them but without reproach, eyes glowing a soft purple hue at them.
The Fool was for all descriptions a mentalist. Her research and theories that her powers were derived from was on a concept already proven false by others in the same field. That mind control was not within the wheelhouse of a psychic or any neighboring fields. Instead what La'gran was, was a very heavily-leaning empath with almost a trivial weak amount of ability into static manipulation.
Through vibrations in the air, the manipulation of the bodies natural pheromones, subtle vocal cues, and physical touch to transfer electrical signals to trick the chemistry and chemicals of the body and brain made her what many would call a hypnotist.
In most fields she was weak even for a member of the first generation. But when it came to the combination that made her field she was quite possibly second only to Scáthach Kay in the rankings of the most dangerous of the Augurs as judged by the psychics of the Columbary who knew a thing or two on psychic matters.
Her power, however, made her something of a black sheep in and out of the birdcage. Researchers and OIA staff would not go anywhere near The Fool and were subject to extreme scrutiny and mental evaluation if touched. And even the Augurs themselves knew by theory and even some experience that her ability in some capacity could affect them even if never permanent due to the baseline making her something of a lepar amongst their family unit.
And finally there was her disability as a member of the first generation that gave any scrutiny.
La'gran was, even confirmed, lobotomized as her wound. She had parts of her thalamus and frontal lobe chemically damaged; La'gran could not feel any of the emotions she portrayed and saw the world in a shade of mental-gray where the feelings of herself and others were mute to her.
She understood them. Her ability to hyper-cogitate what the right facial features were and actions/re-actions. But to all the world who knew, La'gran was playing the part of normalcy and not experiencing it beyond an outsiders perspective even if she had never shown any sociopathic tendencies or anything beyond accurate portrayals of normalcy, It gave the older psychic a sort of uncanny disconnect between her adopted siblings.
"Are you guys up to go outside?" She asked, her lip quirking slightly in contemplation as if judging if they, themselves, were the fit ones mentally. "You guys can stay here and help me with some stuff if you, maybe, want to instead?" Her tone seemed open to the idea of them helping with whatever it was The Fool did not that anyone spent enough time with her except at a distance to know.
