Clouds of glory fill the sky

Then, he, was more taller and that means more large, took the plate was close and made a sign: that was for his count. “Everybody deserves a good meal.” Isaac left the plate with the two pieces and immediately took the other one, with one piece and put it in his mouth. “This is amazing…” He said, almost for himself with his full mouth. Then he excused: “So sorry… food is… part of my soul.”

She slid a laminated sheet off the table, and handed it to the man. Covered in little photographs of the offered sushi. "Any of these catch your eye?" 

Sakura looked up at the train, scanning for her favourite dishes and then -- up comes the tuna! It wasn't her number one, sure, but it was notably delicious. Great with a little wasabi. Scooping it up, she offered him the plate.

She glanced back at Gabriella. Wondered if it was worth trying to levitate anymore? (Maybe it was, only so that she could promptly float and avoid her...)

Sakura soon turned her attention back to the climb ahead. After a while, she found herself returning to her moon-bound approach, imagining herself springing buoyantly away with every step.

Isaac knew the Duran Duran’s song but wasn’t his favorite. But he really loved the expression, he was always hungry like the wolf. He can’t say exactly what is his favorite food, because he always thought in his mind: why to choose? The world is amazing and exists always something new, marvelous, and really tasty and good to try. Sushi is the better example of that.

He dedicated time to search restaurants in New York. That was one of the pleasures to live in that city. Of course, not every place is good and he has his personal list about the places to visit. His favorites were those where he goes alone. Isaac avoided to eat with people. If was a business meeting he preferred Bull & Bear Bar, even The Avalon: alcohol, not food. What was the reason he liked to eat alone? Because he can eat how many he wanted, without shame.

The next plate was so close, and was his first. Sushi. He didn’t know what exactly had that plate but was his plate. Then, he listened a voice: go ahead. Of course! He took the plate and just opened without see who dared to try to touch his food. When Isaac was so close to taste the piece he saw her. Oh Lord… She was a girl. Asian. Very pale. And cute. That was rude. Then, happened what always happened with food and people: the sushi wasn’t marvelous, not because wasn’t good: he felt guilty.

"Oh, don't worry, it's yours," she assured him with a smile. She glanced at his clothing, looked like a real proper kind of guy. Maybe he was here after a long day at work? "I'm sure you deserve it," she went on, nudging the plate back toward him. "Besides! There's one just up there, coming down this way now."

She found herself staring at Gabriella, but anger and distrust were quickly fleeing from her previously simmering gaze. Instead it was like everything was just filtering away, like soft white clouds were descending on her psyche and --

She shook her head. That wasn't natural. Wasn't she -- she wasn't feeling like this just before, but...

Sakura focused hard on the bodies, focused on Gabriella's crime. She tried to be angry. She tried to be scared, to be appalled. 

But there was nothing. Just calm, just buoyant, comfortable, calm...it should've been infuriating, her inability to control her own emotions...

It was stupid, how the woman's response so easily sunk in. Like an obedient dog, she lowered her head and grasped a body by the shoulders, hauling it over to the duct. Pushed him in. Stepped back, void of emotion or expression.

Just calm, just robotic. She turned and continued up the stairs.

She pressed the back of her sleeve to her mouth, and stared at the bodies. Her eyes flicked up to Gabriella...a woman who'd so easily just killed two guards, yet had earlier told her to trust her-

She felt like she could vomit, but instead she stumbled back a little and fixed her eyes on Gabriella's.

Sakura squared her shoulders. Her voice quivered slightly under the strains of fear and disgust, but she managed a few words all the same:

Frowning as Gabriella urged for silence, she padded toward the wall and quietly up a few more steps. "What's wrong," she mouthed, concern creeping into her and evaporating her earlier frustration.

She decided her moon-walking approach, while theoretically sufficiently floaty, was not enough. Perhaps it needed more lift, more thrust than just the idea of weak gravity? She imagined an Olympic hurdler. Coincidentally, that hurdler wore Nike shoes. But that wasn't important. What was important was that they were jumping like a gazelle. Now, if she could just float off mid-jump...

Once again, it did not work. She looked up at Gabriella and decided she was too far behind, and bounded up the stairs to catch up and--swore she got a little more air that time? 

Y'know, it was all very shifty. But she was going to ignore that for the time being; it seemed like Gabriella was losing her patience.

Eyes still wide, she gulped and composed herself. Quit that, Sakura. Just believe it already. Stop...unbelieving. 

"Just do it," she repeated quietly. There was a sudden flashing of the Nike symbol. It was a stupid moment.

Sakura looked down at her feet, and kicked one lightly against the wall of the next step up. Frowned. Okay, yeah, she was gonna levitate. She had to believe she could do that.

Shit, yeah, she was gonna levitate.

She shuffled her feet a little. Imagined an astronaut walking on the moon -- perhaps if she tried to do something like that, she'd just float off?

Instead she kind of just jumped a bit. The sound of her feet hitting the step hung in the air. 

She hadn't felt a thing...was that it? Was that really all there was to it? 

She furrowed her eyebrows and blinked hard. That's all, now she could just...? Do some -- magic-y shit? Or was it science-y shit? Gene therapy probably wasn't going to mean magic, but who knows. This was all uncanny enough already, perhaps whatever deity of strange happenings there was had a little more up her sleeve. 

But -- powers. Okay, they were something to focus on. She cracked her knuckles. "Understood," she agreed, "sounds great. How can we do that? How can I -- start using them?"