Enigma discussion

For those who feel that the library just too busy for them to study, or those that just want a quite place to themselves...

Calvin walked into the study room, and found it empty, much to his pleasure. He had been worried that someone else would have already holed up in here. Which is exactly what he had intended to do. There was too much drama going on in the HQ right now, and he just wanted to get away from it. He wasn't one for foolishness, or petty fights, which it seemed had over taken Enigma at the present moment. He strolled over to one of the couches and picked up a book. It didn't look very interesting, but he didn't care, it would help him pass the time just fine.

Rhyia entered the study room, hoping to find some peace and quiet. Her slight headache that was brought on by using her powers had returned, and she was rubbing her temple with a grimace on her lips. As she entered the room, Rhyia glanced up in surprise to see another guy. He was mutant, according to her brain and she swallowed. He didn't look recognizable, even though Rhyia herself had been in the Enigma program for some time. She ducked her head, sitting in a couch and continued to rub her temples.

Calvin groaned silently when he heard the door open, of course someone would come in behind him. He knew he really shouldn't have been that surprised, it was one of the quietest places in the pentagon. That's why he came here after all. Calvin glanced up to see another mutant, he knew that because he could sense her power...mind manipulation. Which would explain the pained look on her face, she must have been overexerting herself. He sighed, he should probably just mind his own business, but he had never been one to do that in the past. "I, um, could help with that...the headache, I mean. If you want..."

Rhyia glanced up in shock. His power must be sensing others or something. Hesitantly, she shook her head. "Thanks, but I'm... okay," She offered a smile, removing her fingers from her temples. She has never asked anybody for anything, and she won't start now. Favours were something she disliked and avoided at all costs. Taking a closer look at the guy before her, she noticed that he was quite good looking. Not in the tan, sexy sort of way but the exotic, gorgeous way. Quickly, she averted her eyes and felt a little blush creep up her neck.

Calvin arched a masculine brow at her, and shook his head slightly. He could tell she was the type to avoid aid from other people like the plague. "I don't want anything in return, so it wouldn't be a favor. I honestly just want to help...read me if you don't believe me." He told her boldly, most people would probably hate her poking around in their minds, but he didn't. Calvin had nothing to hide, he could help her, and she would feel better. That's all he cared about. He noticed her...well more or less checking him out, and he grinned.

Rhyia glanced back at him with a confused look on her face. "I would never read someone unless I have orders." She replied, swallowing her nerves. Relenting, she nodded hesitantly and gazed up into his eyes. "But you can... help me." She winced at the word, lifting a finger to her temple as another twinge of pain hit her. She glanced back at him, biting her lip anxiously. She hoped he would keep his word and not ask her for any favours...

Calvin thought that was strange, he certainly didn't wait to use his ability. Though duplication wasn't much use to anyone...not yet anyways, Calvin was still waiting for his chance to prove himself. He noticed her flinch at the word help, he wondered what had caused her to be that worried to accept aid from someone. He walked up to her slowly, he was half afraid he might startle her, which he didn't want to do. He took her hand in his, murmuring the word sorry softly, as he knew what he was about to do would hurt her. But only for a few seconds. He pressed down hard on the pressure point between her pointer finger and her thumb.

Rhyia furrowed her brows as Calvin muttered an apology when a sharp pain spread through her hand. She bit down on her lip a little harder, not wanting to squeak in his presence. She had to admit, his skin against hers was not the worst thing in the world but it was painful when he pressed as hard as he did. Rhyia's eyes flickered to Calvin's as her headache pain slowly drifted away and she let out a little breath of relief. "Thank you..." She whispered, her blue eyes gazing up into his own.

Calvin let go as soon as he could, he hated that he had to hurt her. It wasn't want he wanted at all. He didn't like inflicting pain on anyone, especially someone like this girl. She had a power that one could use for all the wrong reasons, and could hurt people. But she didn't even use it without an order to do so. He wasn't sure how to feel about that at first he felt well angry. He though she should be able to use her powers whenever she wished to. But he also respected her, for being able to refrain from using her powers for personal gain. "You're welcome. I was pleased to help." He meant it too.

With her headache completely gone, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. "Thank you... what is your name?" Rhyia asked, tilting her head to the side a little. One curl of dark hair fell over her shoulder, and Rhyia flicked it back in place. He was very kind to have helped her, but she didn't know why. Maybe he was one of those guys who had no idea how gorgeous they were and were simply nice to girls because they wanted to be. She chuckled to herself, banishing the thought from her head. If men like that did exist, they don't now. She returned her straying thoughts to the present, looking into his deep blue eyes.

Cavlin grinned at her sigh of relief, he was glad that she wasn't hurting anymore. He hated to see people in pain...especially beautiful people such as herself. "I'm Calvin, and who might you be?" He asked her, arching a curious brow. She seemed...cool around him, as if she had a hard time trusting people...maybe. Again he wondered why. He noticed that he was still rather close to her and backed up, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"Rhyia." She said simply, the word rolling off her tongue. Calvin back away slightly, and it was only then that Rhyia realized the situation of their previous proximity. A light flush caused her cheeks to turn a rosy colour, but thankfully not the colour of a tomato. She bit her lip softly, contemplating whether she should talk more to him. She thought to go along with at, as her only friend in Enigma at the moment was Czeska, and she wasn't even a mutant. Tentatively, she patted the spot on the two seater couch next to her to relieve Calvin of his awkward kneeling/squatting position.