Log: Kian & Mr. Six
Who: Kian Travers and Avery Six.
When: July 28th. Evening. (Backdated).
Where: Avery’s room.
What: Kian goes to take care of the problem that is the omnilinguist. Avery, say hello to trouble.
Notes: Everyone read this one. It’s sort of important :P




After his meeting with Mr. Smith, Kian returned to the school with some new information. A very high level encryption code which he and the other Stargate spies could use in order to communicate via the computers without the technopaths looking in. Adam Meyers assured him that even Mr. Shaw would not be notice these messages popping up on his system. And even if he, or one of the other technopaths did, they wouldn’t be able to crack Adam’s code.

There was just one problem. Mr. Avery, the omnilinguist. Who could very well read any code if the technopaths stumbled across it. And that was a problem. A problem with only one solution - to get rid of him.

Kian would have been fine with killing him outright. He would have done it without batting an eye. But the death of a teacher would be suspicious. Injury? Less so. And so he tidied himself up, straightened his tie and went down to Mr. Six’s room with a pleasant smile on his face and knocked on the door.

To put it bluntly, Avery was currently wasting time. He had planned on writing up his lesson plans, but had gotten distracted by the network and all the videos that the students had put up on their respective blogs. So he looked like the actor that played Mr Tumnus in The Chronicles of Narnia did he? That was simply amusing since he had never noticed before, though he wasn't really surprised that Isaiah had been the one to spot it. He knew the boy and how he behaved, being the one to appear at Isaiah's doorstep a few years back with all those Zener brochures.

Avery was currently contemplating whether or not he should respond to Isaiah's questions. On one had it would be inappropriate to talk about his body with a student even if his intentions were joking. Maybe he should just make an official statement that he wouldn't really mind making out with Angelina Jolie?

Avery had was only just reaching for his keyboard when the knock on the door sounded. And then not being the type to keep someone waiting, he got up and opened the door. "Can I help you?"

“Hello,” Kian greeted politely. He knew Mr. Six because Kian had been a student at Zener himself, prior to his graduation a few years back. He kept the pleasant look on his face, as if he was just stopping by for a chat or something equally inane.

“I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the upcoming school year.” It was a reasonable request. As a Teacher’s Assistant he would be working with many of the teachers, so of course he would want to know what was being planned. Or at least that was his cover for getting through the door.

Avery paused, looking at the younger man in front of him. "Hello." His greeting was polite enough and he recognised Kian...only he couldn't recall the other's name at the moment. Avery was good with languages and being a teacher he was good with names as well, but he was not infallible. But as Kian continued to speak, those gaps in his memory quickly filled up.

Assistant teacher. Kian Travers. Yes. Avery took a step back, wordlessly inviting the other into his room. "Sure, fire away." He said then, shoulders lifting in a shrug. But then again, Avery had some things to say on his part, so he continued with. "You're the teacher's assistant right? I don't think I'd need a lot of your help for the school year." It was not said in arrogance, Avery only taught Spanish and he could teach the class in his sleep. "So that leaves you free to help the other teachers."

How irritating. Kian kept his face impassive as he stepped into the room, waiting until the door was closed behind them, as if he wanted some privacy. “That is true. My Spanish is limited, so I don’t believe I’d be a great help there anyway.” He pretended to look rueful at this admission.

“But there is always the possibility of a student with your ability arriving before September, and I as curious as to how you would teach abilities training.” As far as Kian was aware there were no other omnilinguists at the school, which was good for him - it made just one to take care of.

It had not been in Avery's intention to close the door. He never did when there was someone in his room with him, unless of course it was agreed prior to the meeting that there would be privacy. But the silence seemed to stretch as Kian entered the room, and before long Avery tentatively closed the door. "At least you can help the other teachers." He said then, shoulders lifting in and another shrug as he turned away for a bit to look at his computer screen. "I imagine that they'll put you to work." He smiled, showing that this was a joke.

Another omnilinguist? That would be very interesting. Avery hadn't had the pleasure of teaching someone with the same abilities as he did since the last omnilinguist graduated last year. "I'll start them on Spanish." He had started on Spanish after all. He didn't think abilities training would be very hard. "And then all the basic languages before going on to something more complicated." He leaned against the desk as he spoke, posture relaxed.

Kian nodded his head, an expression of thoughtfulness on his face, as if he was truly listening to what the man was saying. He stepped further into the room, looking for all the world as though he was just pacing a bit, steps taken in thought and not ones with a purpose.

The reverse, of course, was true. His steps were measured to take him into the center of the room. His expression was schooled to be open, interested, and curious. “That makes sense. Spanish, and then perhaps French or Italian - the romance languages are all similar?” He posed it like a question, like he didn’t really know the answer.

Avery on the other hand stayed where he was. A part of him wanted to pull his laptop to him but that would just be rude. "Well yes." Avery replied, since it would seem to him that Kian was asking a question. "They all descend from Latin." It would make sense if he thought his students Latin first...but Avery knew teens and Latin didn't have the reputation to be fun and exciting. So he chose Spanish, which was widely spoken anyway.

"I'll go through all the basics, before I teach them Latin and the various other, more obscure languages," Argonese, Walloon, Occitan...and that was just modern day language. There was still the ancient languages to consider and then codes. "I guess it would depend on the student's level of concentration and ability." He said with another shrug. "If they're apt enough, I might just throw in codes in between normal language." Codes could be fun sometimes.

Blah blah blah. Kian quickly tuned him out as the other psychic began to ramble on. Kian couldn’t care a less. He was all for knowledge, if he could use it in some way. But this? This was just the other man blathering on unnecessarily. True Kian had prompted it with his questions, but that didn’t matter to him.

“Yes, code.” He paused in his light pacing so that he was in front of Avery, his body angled slightly between the other man and the door. And in that moment, everything changed. His posture became less laid back and more predatory. His eyes became sharper. He switched from pleasant young man to something much more dangerous and disturbing.

“And we can’t have you running your mouth off about that sort of thing, can we?” he asked with a deadly smirk, his fingers twitching as he took a step closer, invading the other man’s personal space.

And that was a pretty straight forward explanation, as far as Avery was concerned. Omnilinguism was not a complicated ability and not as dangerous as some others that were out there. It just consisted of a lot of studying and effort. Avery's eyes were on the computer once more, but his gaze shifted to Kian when the other stopped in front of him.

"Understanding code is something more difficult." Avery replied. It was difficult even for him and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. "Someone could come up with something that has no roots to anything I've seen before, and it would take a good long while for me to break it." Maybe even never, though he had yet to come across something like that. Avery was the persistent sort after all.

He frowned when he noticed the change in Kian's posture. He worked with small children often and body language was a kind of language after all. When the other reached out for him Avery moved away. "Why not." He said then, it was half a question, most of his attention was on putting some distance between Kian and himself.

Kian rolled his eyes sharply. “Never you mind.” He was no foolish movie villain who spilled all of his top secret plans right before the ‘good guy’ got away. No, he wasn’t going to say a word - and nor would Avery be getting away. The man took a step back and Kian covered that ground with a step of his own.

“Hold still. It will make things that much easier. On you,” he added almost as an after thought. He reached out and clamped his fingers around Avery’s throat. The grip wasn’t tight, because he didn’t want to leave finger bruises. But all Kian needed was a light touch. He started to draw energy from the other man. Not careful or slow, but sucking it down like an athlete would a bottle of water after a long run. His eyes gleamed darkly.

This was all very weird. Avery liked spy movies, and in his head he sometimes called himself Agent Six because of all the fieldwork he did. It was just a silly fantasy of his of course, at 29, Avery could still be an overgrown boy. But he didn't expect that he'd be thrust into a scene that was right out of a spy movie. Though he would probably have been the bumbling victim instead of the hero in this particular scene. He didn't have a witty comeback for Kian's remark, obviously trying to figure out what the hell the other was talking about. Some kind of code that he shouldn't see?

He couldn't evade fast enough as Kian's hand shot up and grabbed his neck. It was not a tight hold and foolishly Avery did not panic. He reached out himself, intending to pull Kian's hand away. But intentions got him nowhere and he let out a gasp as his own energy started to drain out of him. It was painful and Avery started to convulse, eyes rolling up to the back of his head.

Kian loosened his grip as soon as it was prudent to do so, until all he had was a light press of fingers to Avery’s throat. The other hand slid up to grab his shirt front and hold him upright as he started to sag. Excellent.

It was so tempting to just take all of the energy from the other man, to drain everything from every body cell. Kian could feel the energy as it poured into him. He knew just the right moment to stop, at that precipice that would throw the man into unconscious, deep unconscious that would take some time to recover from, but not quite enough to kill him. As the man sagged against him, Kian grunted, slipped an arm around him and pushed and pulled. He maneuvered him over to the bed and lay him out on it, making it seem as though Avery had just lied down for a little bit. He even went so far as to take off his shoes and set them neatly aside.

Then, with a smirk on his face, which he quickly wiped off, he opened the door and peered out. The hall was empty and so he quickly slipped out, shut the door behind him and returned to his room.

Mission accomplished.