coeur
𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦
❝ catharsis. ❞
1. the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.
2.
The day everyone could not have been aware they were waiting for had come. A reasonable sized group of young IWP had been collected and processed, ready for official release into Salvator Academy. Each individual had come in at their own times over the last month and been in protective custody, locked up from the rest of the school and restrained from any activity. Eleanor was sifting through the paperwork, chewing the tip of her pen and tapping her chipped red nails against the desk. Nine kids. All now properly prepared to be around a larger population. Blake, Darren A. Involuntary beast transmutation. After extensive research, we have a solid idea of how his body, internally, reacts to the different stages of transmutation. We have thus fitted him with a bracelet to detect these changes and adminster powerful sedatives when a transformation is discerned. Blake can now be considered ready for release. There were a few others somewhat similar to him in the school, all fitted with such bracelets. The transformation itself, however, would never be easy to watch. She scribbled down his name on her clipboard. Farley, Evan E. Episodic hysterical visions. A very unusual and intriguing power, difficult to describe. His prophecies affect the minds and senses of those around him and we have discovered any attempts of a victim touching his skin will result in said victim falling into hysteria. H.F.L. was forced to quickly retire and be entered into a mental institute after experiencing such hysteria. Farley was fitted with a wheelchair so that he may quickly be detained before an episode breaks out and effects those around him. A temporary solution. Farley can now be considered ready for release. Intriguing power, indeed. Eleanor quickly wrote his name below Blake’s.
Graves, William. Physical body replaced by pure fire. Transfer from Angelus Academy. They fitted him there with a suit to contain him when he is in public. We have made the necessary adjustments to his room so that he may rest there without need of the suit, see attached for guidelines on entering the room. Must be watched closely at all times when in public, as release from his suit in the school building could be catastrophic for all. Nevertheless, Graves can now be considered ready for release. Down his name went. Melton, Arthur. Super speed. Containment unnecessary, though will require therapy ASAP to help control his sudden bouts of speed. Could be destructive if left unchecked. Melton can now be considered ready for release. Eleanor appreciated the simplicity of the ability as she scribbled his name. Quinn, Yona. Insect telepathy. Brain waves seem to attract all insects within a mile radius of her location, as well, and she claims to hear their voices in her mind though she claims to ‘not understand the language they speak.’ We have provided her with light sedatives to help quiet her mind and the ‘voices,’ as well as fitted her room properly to keep insects from entering. If she falls asleep elsewhere, however, the insects will flood around her - we have had difficulty with this during her stay in the laboratory. Therapy will be necessary to help her control them and remove the annoyance. Quinn can now be considered ready for release. Eleanor shivered, she hated bugs. Even so, down the girl’s name went.
Reed, Freya. Burning touch (upon contact with skin). Fitted with special gloves to prevent accidental contact with those around him. R.L.W. has quit after an unfortunate burning accident upon contact with Reed. He is currently in hospital but will be released soon. Be sure Reed keeps his gloves on. Reed can now be considered ready for release. She remembered that incident; R.L.W.’s arms had been burnt to a crisp. She could remember the smell of burning flesh and winced as down Reed’s name went. Simmons, Alexis. Life drain through physical contact. While a potentially terrifying ability, it is easy to contain. Simmons has been fitted with proper gloves to prevent accidental deaths. Upon entry into Salvator, she was already wearing gloves and baggy clothing which engulfed her skin. It does not appear she will be a problem whatsoever. Simmons can now be considered ready for release. The discovery of such a power must have been a tragedy, similar to Reed or Graves. Eleanor could not imagine being unable to hug her loved ones. She wrote the second girl’s name.
Vargus, Penelope. Smoke physiology. Has the ability to convert her matter into smoke, which - upon victims inhaling - can result in such symptoms as, bouts of anger, paranoia, euphoria, anxiety, fear, and drowsiness. All people within her vicinity will start to experience small signs of said symptoms after extended contact. She has been fitted with a suit that she might wear to contain the smoke, though Vargus does seem to be stand-offish and it is unclear at this time how necessary containment will be. Vargus can now be considered ready for release. Her name was written. White, Daniella. Transfer from Salutis Academy. Voice - while singing, whistling, or humming - effects those around her. The higher the volume of her voice, the more damaging said effects become. At a low volume, her voice may lull people to sleep. Higher, it paralyzes. Higher still, it kills. We have no way of containing this power but to make her completely mute. If it becomes necessary, we will resort to such measures. For now, however, personnel are recommended to pay close attention to White and put her to sleep if a tune is heard. White can now be considered ready for release.
As the final name was written, static suddenly filled the room, emanating from the radio at her hip. A male voice came from within the static, “Biggsley, the final IWP has just been brought to the room. They’re ready for you.” A pause. “Good luck.” Eleanor felt suddenly very small and very insecure. As it was her first week at Salvator, this would be her first group. Forcing her anxious leg to stop bouncing, she answered into the radio, “Understood. Thank you, Dean.” She swallowed, collected her paperwork and clipboard, and stood. She wasn’t sure if she was ready, but there was no time to consider such things. She would have to be.
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Yona sat at the edge of the leather couch and stared, uncomfortably, at a portrait of an unknown man resting on the wall across from her. Only about twenty minutes earlier she had been - very suddenly - escorted by a team of scientists from the strange room she had been contained in for the last two weeks, taken in an elevator, and brought to this small, cramped office. They opened the door, waved her in, and said, “Wait here. Ms. Biggsley will be here in just a few minutes to help you out.” And that was all she was offered before the door shut with a click behind her. Just another room to be contained in. This time, however, there were two other people who appeared to be about her age in the room. She didn’t say anything to them - she couldn’t shut out the whispers in her head long enough to think of something to say. Instead she took her place on the couch and stared at the portrait. She repeated the words in her head - Stay away. Stay away. Stay away. - and thought about the strange turn of events.
The walk from her room to this office was the first real look she had had of the school. It looked like any other school, really. Like a classy Ivy League university, though minimalist and a touch more modern in design. There were students walking about and talking to one another and rushing to classes, as well as teachers passing by and offering small, almost apologetic smiles when their eyes met hers. But there were also guards at every turn, rifles in their hands and armor on their bodies, eyes staring intently straight ahead and never at her. The students wore nice uniforms but also strange, futuristic looking equipment. Some had strange goggles over their eyes, or fullbody suits, or too-large gloves on their hands. One girl was even in a gigantic fish tank, being wheeled around by a tall, sweaty looking man in glasses. Around the next corner she gasped at the sight of a nine foot tall monstrosity, a crystal-like beast in a boy’s school uniform, walking slowly down the hall. He waved and one of the scientists said, simply, “That is Jeremy, he is a very nice boy.”
This room was simple, though. It contained a large couch and a few comfortable chairs, set across from a desk. There were a few portraits on the walls, a few certificates to someone named Eleanor Ivy Biggsley, and some bookcases stuffed with rather boring looking books. There was no character to this room, nothing to give any indicator as to who exactly Eleanor Ivy Biggsley was. Yona pondered on who she might be as more students were brought to the room. It filled over time until there were eight others - too many people for such a small area.
Once the ninth had entered, it took only two minutes before the office door opened a final time and a short, mousey looking woman entered the room. She appeared about thirty years old and couldn’t have been over 4’11. The glasses she wore made her already large eyes look a touch too big. Though she was clearly nervous, tapping her foot absentmindedly as she stood in the doorway, her eyes were kind and she smiled brightly. “Hello everyone! I’m Ms. Biggsley and I will be your advisor here at Salvator Academy!” She shut the door behind her and moved quickly to sit down at the desk in front of them. Once there, however, she seemed momentarily unsure of how to continue. Yona could hear the sound of her heel tapping against the floorboards. “Well, let me be the first to officially welcome you all to Salvator! It surely has been a very difficult experience up until now but… it’s going to get easier now, trust me.” She looked at them all, one-by-one, and peeked at a clipboard she had sat down on the desk. “Why don’t… why don’t we start with introductions?” Biggsley smiled again. “This little group you see before you is one you’re going to be seeing a lot for your first year at Salvator! We like to group students up so that everyone has some support when they first get here. Nobody should feel alone right now. So let’s all tell each other our names and a little something about ourselves, okay? I’m Miss Eleanor Biggsley and I have three pet birds and my favorite color is green. Now you guys go.”
Yona stared at Biggsley for a moment, trying to process the moment in her head. She was being stalked by a million insects and this woman was asking her to say her name and her favorite color? It felt… nice. She felt something deep within her, a desire for something. Maybe connection. Yona sat up a bit and looked at the others before mumbling, “I’m Yona. My favorite color is yellow. I like to dance. My parents locked me in a room with insects for six months.”
There was a pause, then Biggsley nodded. “Very good, Yona, thank you. Who’s next?”
