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Is there going to be a posting order? If there is we should probably go ahead and establish that.

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Situations plural. So he has seen people like me before, if not often or many. Emery picked their way around puddles, looking as if they were trying to avoid dirtying their shoes. They just didn't want to be reminded that they had no reflection. The mirror-walker sighed. "How much further...

Emery trotted after the young man, constantly looking behind them to see if anyone was following. They puffed on the cigarette nervously. "You seem pretty casual about my... 'special' skills. Do you see many people like me often or...?" The mirror-walker left the rest of the question hanging...

Emery shook their head. "The only place I know is private is the dark room, but it's dangerous in there. Stay in there too long, you start... deteriorating. You start dying, but not really. It's awful. You feel sick." They hunched their shoulders, shivering slightly. "Here is as safe as...

"Mirror-walking is what I call it. I don't know how it works exactly, but... What you saw is the gist of it. I go through mirrors or some kind of reflective surface and that's what's behind it." Emery glanced away, peering down the street. Fear suddenly rushed through their veins, their head...

Emery exited the dark room, stumbling onto a quieter street. They held onto Connor's hand until they were sure he was through, then released their grip. They pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between their lips. Emery produced a lighter and flicked the wheel, taking a deep breath...

Emery dragged the stunned young man along behind them. "No time to explain, move quickly, move quickly!" They hurried across the room, eyes flicking back and forth between the blocks of light filtering into the room. They were all too small, too small... No human could physically pull...

Emery looked at the scene around them in fear. They grabbed Connor's hand, pulling him back towards the mirror. Their eyes changed into red again, diving headfirst into the glass. It pulled at the mirror-walker's curls, feeling as though they were wading through molasses. After five long...

Emery's attention was grabbed by the news scrolling across the screen. They shook their head slowly in disbelief, then turned to a large, mostly undamaged tinted window. The mirror-walker place their hand on the glass, feeling it sink slightly. A glance around made sure nobody was looking except...

Cordula was almost scared out of her skin by Alexander. She swore inwardly, casting a quick glance over her shoulder. God, Gustaf. That was terrifying. I thought you were the police. It's going fine here, I just picked up a drop from Rachana. Have you met her? I can't remember. She's Indian...

Emery slid over to the young man, peering down at the ID card. Their jaw dropped, eyes flicking back and forth from the wreckage to the card. "No... What the hell? Why- Why would they do that? Why'd they kill him?" They puffed on the cigarette, deep in thought. Targeting the Vice President...

Cordula scanned the street near the drop site, making sure no police gangs were turning the corner. She dashed across the cobblestones, her bare feet slapping against the cold rock. It was nearing winter, and Rachana (her Veiled friend) had promised to smuggle a coat or two for the young ones...

Original Name: Cordula Hohenzollern Chosen Name: Mirror Age: Twenty-three Power(s): Mirror-walking (see the spoiler for details), at a lesser extent scrying. Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: She appears timid, but it actually quite headstrong. Cordula is like a mother...

Emery stepped back, looking upwards at the man. Unknown to the young adult, their sclera was tinted ever-so-slightly red, just enough to notice if you were really looking.. "Are you hurt? Let me see your elbows." The lanky youth ducked underneath his arm, examining the skin. They then circled...

Emery's water-darkened head snapped up, mouth agape. They immediately dashed for the flames, and more specifically the person that was thrown by the first explosion. It was absolutely chaotic, the mirror-walker shoving past frantic men and women to reach the warped vehicles. They scanned the...

Emery's hair was slicked back, wet from the rain. They tucked a cigarette between their lips, flicking the wheel of the lighter pulled from the trash bin. Cupping a hand around the end of the cigarette, they protected the tiny flame from the cold. The cigarette was lit, and Emery inhaled deeply...

Accepted. I forgot to add appearance, so if you would please edit your sheet for that?

Here are the actual facts for the roleplay. --------------------------------------------------------- It's in the near future. There are mutants, and the ones who have more dramatic powers (i.e. flight, telekinesis, shapeshifting, control of the elements, etc.) are thrown out of their homes...

@Jaciel, please edit this post to include any OOC information