Journal 8 - Day 6 in Beaumont

(All the things written in the Queen's French)
*Psychic Paper*
"Careo, this place is your wildest dreams. It is full of confusing technology. When its safe, I hope to bring you to see. I love you all. Miss you. Love always, Kii"
 
Never a dull moment. I didn't imagine I'd be looking for a little more normalcy. I ended my night in an oddly relieving way. I took the courage bomb Gambit threw at my face and let my wings hang out while we waited for Jaxion. Relief, because even though my newest secret boldly remained out my greatest threat only rolled his eyes and gained a new stress wrinkle. I'd say I was surprised, and perhaps a percent of me was; but, something told me there is a lot more to Jaxion then just BRN. I soothed his nerves with a glass of my good stuff and a bonding night we did have. I should have brought more than four flasks and a wineskin. Oh well, Jaxion is good in my book and I will help him realize himself. He is a talented musician, a soldier by push not desire. Though he is a good soldier, I think its a title that has smothered this man from his full potential. If my purpose from Gambit proves as big as I believe, I need this team to realize their full potential. Each of these people are incredible and I can see your design with them Blink. I need them to realize that we all have a huge purpose in this now, I hope I can help their confidence... Jaxion confided in me. Telling me he gave harsh judgement to a few men who broke into his home. He expressed he has sisters and he'd do anything for them. In so many words. He showed no remorse for his action, stating his neighborhood was safe now. I don't blame him, my family isn't blameless for tough punishment. Seems the BRN broke him out of prison much earlier than he'd be expected to. Cashing in on his, skills. Fuckin' BRN. Anyway we ended the night with an incredible jam session and some encouragement to hopefully bring Jaxions thoughts, independent thoughts forward.
 
I was able to get a meditative sleep in before the screams of Xhoya nearly made me lose my feathers. Luckily, they were shrills of excitement. Gambit gave her peace to sleep and her intelligence went to work. Her mind is so, awesome. I worry it will keep her from being a child. I made her go out and make a snow angel with me. She seemed less than thrilled at first but I don't think she'd say she regretted it. Stupid backpack. I'm not pleased with the amount of serious this group holds on to... Not that I don't understand but the stories of my parents cant help but ring as warning in my ears. I can't help but worry we will soon be in a life of serious... I can't let that consume this group. When mom has recanted on the darker days, rarely, the change in her face alone is enough to fear for our fated situation.
Let me not lose hope.
 
Xhoya got to work on sketches of the cube. She figured out that these cubes are amplifiers. Confirming, no completing my own theories. It manipulates and craves magic but possesses none of its own. Along with Silas, Gidget, and Echo the four of them completed our blueprints for our newest plan to create decoy cubes to confuse the Gazelle. I started my promise to Gambit and revealed my wings to the rest of the group as well as my purpose, my age, and that I'm clearly not a Beau. Echo and Lux took me in with little problem as I honestly expected and I became a superstars protege, for the second time in my life. Jaxion, well he packed people up and stomped around the house, loudly, until we finally left. His middle name is impatient, I'm sure of it.
Off we rode to the lead we got of how to enter the mining mountain. On the hunt for Deremitru. I have Hope we were meant for this battle, this war. Thus, I have Hope we will succeed in our mission. Millions of lives are at stake. We went underground, literally, on illegal streets to avoid watching eyes and instead found Jaxion being said eyes. It was rather comical how often we stopped in order for him to be the worlds best snitch. Pictures and write-ups on his fellow BRN members gambling and enjoying paid company while in uniform. We travelled a bit longer past the gambling city until we met a tiny, desolate town. Only two people even showed their faces. A man we couldn't hardly understand and an inn owner, whom we aptly named Petunia. Fae caught her name. Petunia is a rather kind woman and did provide us with some invaluable information on how to navigate the mines while our very own Jaxion went on his own adventure for further invaluable information. But before I explain his lone wolf trip, there is something rather odd about this town and sweet Petunia. She cleans for the whole town under an odd contract. She isn't allowed to speak of her contract or employer but doesn't realize her words are audibly being retracted? Nor does she realize she teleports to her jobs via objects coming back in completely different outfits and will have recent memories stolen from her, our recent conversations of her, work and employer. I can't help but go on a conspiracy run in my mind. I will put a pin in this board and hope for more information. Her Blinks of time, feel to familiar. Also, this town was a prison... is that something? I'm not sure, but I do know that while Lux and I were having tea with Petunia the rest of our team were making great progress on the EMP and the perfection of Xhoya's new duplicates.
 
Jaxion scoped out our destination and found the area plagued by rust with one lone hermit. I'm anxious to meet this man. From his description I believe he spoke Draconic. I'm impressed Jaxion had the patience to learn from another he couldn't understand but I suppose it fits his code, "If it has purpose for the mission it will be tolerated." Apparently the washed out look of his armor isn't a new fashion statement but a protective coating that doesn't allow the lands effects to take affect. Goodness, I'm feeling stiff. I hope you're well Blink. I'd better finish quickly and rest. I can't afford a pain day of grump. All of this said, we had full intention to stay with Ms. Petunia in her inn; that was until she revealed that she'd only ever had one other guest. And, he died. Making her establishment at a 100% mortality rate. Once again, I found myself revealing more of myself than desired but I offered us to use Polly's home instead. So off we went to our destination where we slept in my Polly Pocket, inside the Hambergini...
 
THE ROCKS HAVE BEGUN TO MIGRATE! WE RIDE!