A Most Excellent Show
Eddison Cognitor
A few seconds pass of everyone looking at each other before Rose raises her hand slightly. "I'll get it out of the way, I guess... Just a little demo of my range?" she asks for confirmation from Hayden.
Agent Rain nods, "Reading about your list of abilities is nothing compared to seeing them for myself. Anything and everything you've got please. Especially any tricks you have up your sleeve."
Rose sucks in and bites her left cheek, "Will do."
She takes her leave, walking out of the quaint observation room and down the stairs. Once she's positioned herself in the middle of the open space, she asks if she's standing in a good spot. We all nod from inside the observation room, Hayden pushing a button on the control switch and saying that she's perfect.
Rose puts her feet shoulder width apart, visibly taking a deep breath as she closes her eyes and puts her hands out to her side. Without any warning, a lavender streak of lightning shoots down in the room, smoke appearing where the bolt struck. Rose's blonde hair begins to whip around in the room, wind picking up. I see her hands starting to swirl around each other, her signature move to creating a tornado, though it's not often that she creates them on purpose. Rain spurts down in bursts without any warning, and now we no longer have a visual on Rose.
"Tell her to stop, please," Brooke says from beside me, her voice being drown out by the sound of the pounding rain.
"The show's not even halfway over. She'll stop when she's done," Agent Rain doesn't even turn her head to speak to Brooklyn.
I adjust myself in the chair as Brooke puts a hand on my leg, telling me silently not to bother with arguing with Rain about respect.
The storm just outside the glass window continues to rage as Brooklyn leans over to whisper, "Look at the color."
It was barely noticeable, something I don't think anyone but Brooklyn would've been able to see. But the enchanting, iridescent lavender of Rose's storms was different. Right before our eyes, it was changing in just the slightest way. A darker shade of heliotrope, shifting slightly into the color of the wine Rose drowns herself in.
Then a crash sounds around the area, the fog and rain clearing slowly as we all stand from our chairs to see what the noise, that almost sounded like the ocean, was.
"Holy hell," Agent Rain whispers to herself, face nearly pressed to the glass as she tries to observe the small blonde.
The room is up to her head in water, and the sound we had heard had most definitely been a wave. But where all the water really came from, I couldn't know. Agent Rain presses a black button on the control board and the water begins to quickly drain from the room, Rose sinking to her knees as the water leaves.
After a few beats of all five of us staring at her on the ground, she rises. She wipes her visibly soaken face before turning on her heels to exit out of the door behind her. Without saying a single word.
"Any chance she actually knows where that door goes?" Will asks from the other side of the room.
"Not a chance," Agent Rain spouts back, and without missing a beat, "Who's next?"
Silence spreads as all our eyes drift to the ground beneath us. Then Hope surprises us all with a casual offering of herself.
"The floor is yours," the agent visibly forces some kind of a smile.
The tall blonde leaves the observation room the same way Rose had. But this time, I know we're all in for a real show.
Agent Rain asks us if we have any idea where Rose might be going. Will seemingly jokes about the bar at the beginning of the town nearby, but I believe the agent to have taken it seriously as she quickly sends a message on her phone to someone I can't read from my seat.
