OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
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OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
A thin, lanky girl with light-blonde hair cut short in the front but much longer in the back, typically tied into one long braid down her back. She has very pale white skin marked by freckles across her face. She is blind. Her attire is a large baggy sweatshirt or hoodie with mismatching short shorts and heavy boots.
Abigail Reines
Female (14)
Subject Medusa
Alpha Sight
TYPE
Sensory
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
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RANGE
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Don't stand close to me.
A man dressed in what looked like combat gear stood silently, occasionally adjusting his stance to remain on the floor, mostly just watching the other two occupants of the helicopter's cabin impassively. Subject Medusa spun slowly through the cabin, pushing off from the walls when she came close to hitting them. She was ignoring the man, as usual, but she was more pointedly avoiding looking at the cabin's third occupant. Everything inside the helicopter not held down was floating around weightless, everything except a girl who looked to be a few years older than Medusa. She sat unaffected by her own ability as everything around her ignored gravity's pull. The man had refused to answer any of her questions, leading to this awkward silence inside the helicopter.
The man's comm buzzed. The pilot's voice came through. "Hey Evans, you look outside recently? ETA's only 15 more minutes. This route's supposed to take two hours! Man this OG shit is fun. Sure I can't keep her?"
The man turned down the volume of his comm until the pilot's voice could no longer be heard. Yes, he had looked outside the craft. They were flying at terrifying speed, but worse was that damn pilot feeling the need to fly with the tail sticking straight up and nose towards the ground. If he hadn't felt unsteady simply keeping himself standing without gravity, looking outside and seeing the horizon where he expected the Earth to be had certainly done it. It was all that girl's power at work. She was stopping gravity from working right around her, on everything but herself it seemed. What a bothersome ability she had. Not like Abigail's, hers was just useful. Having repeatedly guarded the young girl whenever she was used in recovery missions, he'd grown accustomed to dealing with her varied quirks. His eyes followed her until she kicked off the roof of the cabin to spin upside down and the feeling of disorientation threatened to return.
"We'll be landing soon," he said gruffly, checking his 'kiddie' gun to make sure the thing was in working order. Looked like a kid's toy. It was in case the subject tried something leaving the helicopter, just a tranquilizer. He'd only had to use it once, and even the sound that come out of it sounded silly. But it was a better alternative than just shooting a kid with a real gun he supposed. The objects floating about the cabin started floating towards the roof of the cabin. He supposed that meant they were descending. Or no, with the craft being nose-down that would be the front, so it meant they were just slowing down? He couldn't wait to get away from this girl and her annoying ability. It was making him nauseous and giving him a headache.
Mentioned: @Numens
Abigail Reines
Female (14)
Subject Medusa
Alpha Sight
TYPE
Sensory
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Don't stand close to me.
A man dressed in what looked like combat gear stood silently, occasionally adjusting his stance to remain on the floor, mostly just watching the other two occupants of the helicopter's cabin impassively. Subject Medusa spun slowly through the cabin, pushing off from the walls when she came close to hitting them. She was ignoring the man, as usual, but she was more pointedly avoiding looking at the cabin's third occupant. Everything inside the helicopter not held down was floating around weightless, everything except a girl who looked to be a few years older than Medusa. She sat unaffected by her own ability as everything around her ignored gravity's pull. The man had refused to answer any of her questions, leading to this awkward silence inside the helicopter.
The man's comm buzzed. The pilot's voice came through. "Hey Evans, you look outside recently? ETA's only 15 more minutes. This route's supposed to take two hours! Man this OG shit is fun. Sure I can't keep her?"
The man turned down the volume of his comm until the pilot's voice could no longer be heard. Yes, he had looked outside the craft. They were flying at terrifying speed, but worse was that damn pilot feeling the need to fly with the tail sticking straight up and nose towards the ground. If he hadn't felt unsteady simply keeping himself standing without gravity, looking outside and seeing the horizon where he expected the Earth to be had certainly done it. It was all that girl's power at work. She was stopping gravity from working right around her, on everything but herself it seemed. What a bothersome ability she had. Not like Abigail's, hers was just useful. Having repeatedly guarded the young girl whenever she was used in recovery missions, he'd grown accustomed to dealing with her varied quirks. His eyes followed her until she kicked off the roof of the cabin to spin upside down and the feeling of disorientation threatened to return.
"We'll be landing soon," he said gruffly, checking his 'kiddie' gun to make sure the thing was in working order. Looked like a kid's toy. It was in case the subject tried something leaving the helicopter, just a tranquilizer. He'd only had to use it once, and even the sound that come out of it sounded silly. But it was a better alternative than just shooting a kid with a real gun he supposed. The objects floating about the cabin started floating towards the roof of the cabin. He supposed that meant they were descending. Or no, with the craft being nose-down that would be the front, so it meant they were just slowing down? He couldn't wait to get away from this girl and her annoying ability. It was making him nauseous and giving him a headache.
Mentioned: @Numens
OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
A young boy sat in the back of the transport vehicle headed towards... he didn't know. It wasn't important. His skin was covered in cuts and dark gray dust, and his hair almost looked black from everything that had gotten onto it. He ignored the other survivors in the back of the truck with him. He didn't feel like talking to anyone else. He'd curled himself up with his knees in front of him, hiding his face behind them. His face was covered in dust, but he knew there was dark trails there from when he'd cried. The boy shut his eyes before everything played through his head again.
"Mom. Dad." His pleading whisper was ignored. He cried silently into his knees until he couldn't cry anymore, again, and then he returned to simply staring at the tiny wet spots he'd made in the filth covering his pants. Anything to avoid the remembering. After a long time the truck finally came to a stop and the soldier people made everyone get off the trucks. They were inside what looked like a big garage, all of the other trucks carrying the other survivors - there were so few - were pulling in behind theirs.
"Hello there."
The boy turned. A man wearing a long white lab coat was smiling down at him. He had short blond hair and blue eyes. The boy stared blankly at him. How could he be smiling? Didn't he know... He stopped thinking.
"Oh, it looks like he's about to start," the man said with another warm smile. "Let's listen."
Another man wearing a lab coat had walked out in front of where most of the other survivors had gathered. He looked Asian, with spiky black hair and rectangle glasses. He was not smiling. "Ahem," he waited for the little talking going on to come to silence. "I know what you've been through today will have been difficult, but you all are still alive. So try to remember that and live. As of right now, you are all being taken in by the organization called Pandora. You will have food and shelter here. You will be safe here." He paused and then continued. "But first we will need to check each of you. You'll walk into one of the privacy tents behind me here where either myself or Doctor Smith -" The man standing beside the boy waved a the survivors and smiled. He was always smiling. "- will look you over. We'll be checking you over for any injuries that might have been missed, giving a basic physical, as well as a cursory testing of what other surprises you've been left with. I expect some of you already know what that means, the others shouldn't worry about it too much." The man simply walked back into one of the tents set up in the back of the space.
"I guess I should be getting over there as well," the blond doctor said. "You want to come with me to get it out of the way now?" He was smiling. Stop it.
But he followed the man into the other tent. Whatever was happening he just wanted it over. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep and have the day be over. Maybe he'd wake up and it would all have been a dream.
"First thing's first, can you tell me your name?"
"Nick."
"Last name?"
"Young."
"Well then Nick, have you noticed anything strange since... well, recently?" When Nick just stared blankly in response the man smiled awkwardly. "Eh, I suppose strange might be a bit vague, especially given everything else. I guess A better way to ask the question would be -"
"Superpowers?" Nick said what the doctor was too slow to getting to. "No, nothing's happened to me."
Doctor Smith just kept on smiling, reassuring, being nice. Nick had decided to hate him. He'd never really hated someone for something as stupid as smiling too much, but after everything that had happened he was tired and upset and willing to throw his anger onto whatever annoyed him.
"Okay, I'm going to have to ask you to undress. All the way, yes. I need to look you over." Nick undressed and let the doctor examine him. First there was a bunch of different machines that were waved around his body, only then did he begin a more standard physical examination. After it was over he was led by another person wearing a lab coat down a series of empty hallways and into a massive bathroom.
"Will you need help?" the man asked him. When Nick shook his head the man pointed him towards a small hole in one wall. "You can put your dirty clothes in there. When you're clean there are fresh clothes in the next room. Feel free to pick out whatever you wish that fits you. And after you've dressed just go back down the hall to the double doors. There's a cafeteria through there where you can eat, or if you're not hungry you can wait for the others to join you there."
The man smiled at him, but it wasn't the same as Doctor Smith's smile. This was a different kind of smile that finally acknowledged all of the terrible things that this boy before him had witnessed. It was a smile of sadness and pity. "Hey, I know it won't be easy, but just try to keep on living." The man turned and left Nick along in the large empty bathroom. He'd thought he'd run out of tears already, but they came out in full force again now. The boy finally fell apart into the tiled floor and just wept, and when it was over he washed the trails of evidence off his face along with all of the dust and dirt from the day.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
A young boy sat in the back of the transport vehicle headed towards... he didn't know. It wasn't important. His skin was covered in cuts and dark gray dust, and his hair almost looked black from everything that had gotten onto it. He ignored the other survivors in the back of the truck with him. He didn't feel like talking to anyone else. He'd curled himself up with his knees in front of him, hiding his face behind them. His face was covered in dust, but he knew there was dark trails there from when he'd cried. The boy shut his eyes before everything played through his head again.
"Mom. Dad." His pleading whisper was ignored. He cried silently into his knees until he couldn't cry anymore, again, and then he returned to simply staring at the tiny wet spots he'd made in the filth covering his pants. Anything to avoid the remembering. After a long time the truck finally came to a stop and the soldier people made everyone get off the trucks. They were inside what looked like a big garage, all of the other trucks carrying the other survivors - there were so few - were pulling in behind theirs.
"Hello there."
The boy turned. A man wearing a long white lab coat was smiling down at him. He had short blond hair and blue eyes. The boy stared blankly at him. How could he be smiling? Didn't he know... He stopped thinking.
"Oh, it looks like he's about to start," the man said with another warm smile. "Let's listen."
Another man wearing a lab coat had walked out in front of where most of the other survivors had gathered. He looked Asian, with spiky black hair and rectangle glasses. He was not smiling. "Ahem," he waited for the little talking going on to come to silence. "I know what you've been through today will have been difficult, but you all are still alive. So try to remember that and live. As of right now, you are all being taken in by the organization called Pandora. You will have food and shelter here. You will be safe here." He paused and then continued. "But first we will need to check each of you. You'll walk into one of the privacy tents behind me here where either myself or Doctor Smith -" The man standing beside the boy waved a the survivors and smiled. He was always smiling. "- will look you over. We'll be checking you over for any injuries that might have been missed, giving a basic physical, as well as a cursory testing of what other surprises you've been left with. I expect some of you already know what that means, the others shouldn't worry about it too much." The man simply walked back into one of the tents set up in the back of the space.
"I guess I should be getting over there as well," the blond doctor said. "You want to come with me to get it out of the way now?" He was smiling. Stop it.
But he followed the man into the other tent. Whatever was happening he just wanted it over. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep and have the day be over. Maybe he'd wake up and it would all have been a dream.
"First thing's first, can you tell me your name?"
"Nick."
"Last name?"
"Young."
"Well then Nick, have you noticed anything strange since... well, recently?" When Nick just stared blankly in response the man smiled awkwardly. "Eh, I suppose strange might be a bit vague, especially given everything else. I guess A better way to ask the question would be -"
"Superpowers?" Nick said what the doctor was too slow to getting to. "No, nothing's happened to me."
Doctor Smith just kept on smiling, reassuring, being nice. Nick had decided to hate him. He'd never really hated someone for something as stupid as smiling too much, but after everything that had happened he was tired and upset and willing to throw his anger onto whatever annoyed him.
"Okay, I'm going to have to ask you to undress. All the way, yes. I need to look you over." Nick undressed and let the doctor examine him. First there was a bunch of different machines that were waved around his body, only then did he begin a more standard physical examination. After it was over he was led by another person wearing a lab coat down a series of empty hallways and into a massive bathroom.
"Will you need help?" the man asked him. When Nick shook his head the man pointed him towards a small hole in one wall. "You can put your dirty clothes in there. When you're clean there are fresh clothes in the next room. Feel free to pick out whatever you wish that fits you. And after you've dressed just go back down the hall to the double doors. There's a cafeteria through there where you can eat, or if you're not hungry you can wait for the others to join you there."
The man smiled at him, but it wasn't the same as Doctor Smith's smile. This was a different kind of smile that finally acknowledged all of the terrible things that this boy before him had witnessed. It was a smile of sadness and pity. "Hey, I know it won't be easy, but just try to keep on living." The man turned and left Nick along in the large empty bathroom. He'd thought he'd run out of tears already, but they came out in full force again now. The boy finally fell apart into the tiled floor and just wept, and when it was over he washed the trails of evidence off his face along with all of the dust and dirt from the day.
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_Calypso
Collector of Jars of Dirt
She is 5'3" with an average body size; it's not small, has little curves to it, but isn't overweight due to the stress she puts herself under and her eating habits. Shelby has hazel eyes with red hair that lays an inch or two past her shoulders and that's when she doesn't have it up in a bun. Her skin is fair, showing freckles on her cheekbones and other numerous parts of her body and has a piercing on her bottom lip.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Shelby Powell[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (17)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Elixir[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Injury Transferal[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][3][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
My heals are not exactly free.
Shelby wasn't certain what had the Pandora staff all in high hopes this morning until she overheard someone saying a helicopter returned and more vehicles were in transport still. Where she had been spending most of her morning working on a new puzzle, this was something different from the usual gossip she heard in the hall outside her isolated cell, what was now home for her. Did this mean there was another attack? Her frown deepened as she remembered the destruction of her own home, but they had survivors so that was why the staff were talking. And Shelby knew that was something to try and be thankful for.
The redhead leaned back over the unfinished puzzle on the floor, realizing she had been holding the same piece now for almost 10 minutes with no success. She would find a partner to fit it with, or where it belonged on this. She wasn't even sure what it was to look like, she realized some time ago that the puzzles took longer for her to solve if she didn't have an image to cheat off of so they always gave her just the box holding the pieces and never the cover to it. Just as she found a partner piece for it, one of the staff spoke up from the doorway that it was lunchtime.
Shelby nodded as she got up off the floor, going to her bedside to grab the mitten gloves she acquired months ago. They kept her from accidentally fully touching someone when she was let out, but if she pulled the mitten part back she could actually have her fingertips exposed. Turning back to look at the staff member, expecting them to be holding her lunch she stopped in her tracks seeing them empty handed.
"Where's the food?" she asked, unsure if this was a trick on her as she heard their response because they knew she was gullible at times. "You can eat in the cafeteria today, but you still need to keep your distance." They took a step back so she could walk out but Shelby just looked at their face, waiting for them to laugh and say they were kidding but they never did. With slow steps, she walked out of the room and looked up and down the hall before following the person one way towards what she assumed was the cafeteria. "What's the occasion?"
"There's survivors." Was all that they said but it was enough for her to give a small smile. "I can meet them? From afar, of course." she added, holding up her gloved hands when the staff member looked back at her. "I'll just look. No touching." she told them and herself as she turned to walk into the cafeteria. There wasn't anyone actually sitting there yet that she didn't know of already but it made her happy to actually see other subjects for once. It would be easy to tell when a new one was among them. The new ones usually still had the shock etched in their faces when they came in. As she went to go grab some food, of course the staff member seemed to linger nearby her just as a precaution to the other subjects and herself, it never bothered Shelby anymore.
She took a seat at one of the empty round tables and started taking a few bites but was really watching the doorways for someone new to make an appearance.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Shelby Powell[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (17)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Elixir[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Injury Transferal[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][3][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
My heals are not exactly free.
Shelby wasn't certain what had the Pandora staff all in high hopes this morning until she overheard someone saying a helicopter returned and more vehicles were in transport still. Where she had been spending most of her morning working on a new puzzle, this was something different from the usual gossip she heard in the hall outside her isolated cell, what was now home for her. Did this mean there was another attack? Her frown deepened as she remembered the destruction of her own home, but they had survivors so that was why the staff were talking. And Shelby knew that was something to try and be thankful for.
The redhead leaned back over the unfinished puzzle on the floor, realizing she had been holding the same piece now for almost 10 minutes with no success. She would find a partner to fit it with, or where it belonged on this. She wasn't even sure what it was to look like, she realized some time ago that the puzzles took longer for her to solve if she didn't have an image to cheat off of so they always gave her just the box holding the pieces and never the cover to it. Just as she found a partner piece for it, one of the staff spoke up from the doorway that it was lunchtime.
Shelby nodded as she got up off the floor, going to her bedside to grab the mitten gloves she acquired months ago. They kept her from accidentally fully touching someone when she was let out, but if she pulled the mitten part back she could actually have her fingertips exposed. Turning back to look at the staff member, expecting them to be holding her lunch she stopped in her tracks seeing them empty handed.
"Where's the food?" she asked, unsure if this was a trick on her as she heard their response because they knew she was gullible at times. "You can eat in the cafeteria today, but you still need to keep your distance." They took a step back so she could walk out but Shelby just looked at their face, waiting for them to laugh and say they were kidding but they never did. With slow steps, she walked out of the room and looked up and down the hall before following the person one way towards what she assumed was the cafeteria. "What's the occasion?"
"There's survivors." Was all that they said but it was enough for her to give a small smile. "I can meet them? From afar, of course." she added, holding up her gloved hands when the staff member looked back at her. "I'll just look. No touching." she told them and herself as she turned to walk into the cafeteria. There wasn't anyone actually sitting there yet that she didn't know of already but it made her happy to actually see other subjects for once. It would be easy to tell when a new one was among them. The new ones usually still had the shock etched in their faces when they came in. As she went to go grab some food, of course the staff member seemed to linger nearby her just as a precaution to the other subjects and herself, it never bothered Shelby anymore.
She took a seat at one of the empty round tables and started taking a few bites but was really watching the doorways for someone new to make an appearance.
RatKing
Rodent Ruler
(Pre-Alteration) A short and skinny teenager with black hair and slightly tan skin.
(Post-Alteration) Robert now has the legs and tail of a kangaroo and his left arm is that of a bear’s arm. His usual attire consists of jeans, tee shirt, and a sweatshirt.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Robert Martinez[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (18)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Chimera[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Animal Limbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█ [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Robert was sitting rather uncomfortably in the back of the vehicle along with a group of other individuals. “This can’t be real…” he mumbled to himself as he looked over his body is dismay. His legs had been transformed into that of a kangaroo and his left arm into that of some bear and he had a tail that made sitting down in the vehicle uncomfortable. All this along the fact that his body has cuts, scrapes, and dust all over made it all the worse. "What happened to them?" he said under his breath as he began to think about his friends for a moment and began to shed tears as he started to come to the realization that they were almost certainly now dead.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]After a good couple of hours the vehicle came to a stop and the guards that were present told everyone to get off. Leaving the vehicle proved to be a challenge though as simply standing up on his legs was difficult as they wobbled and shook as he tried to stand, and when he tried to walk like he normally would he simply fell over. One of the guards took notice and helped escort him out of the vehicle. Once outside they seemed to be in a garage type of of building with people in lab coats just near the back of the room.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]It wasn't long until a man wearing a lab coat stepped forward and began explaining what was going on. According to the scientist they had been rescued by an organization called Pandora and would receive food and shelter, but first everyone would have to be checked on first. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Oh thank goodness, maybe they can do something about...all this. But that may take amputations...ah geez.. I don't want to be cut up[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. He thought to himself as the man finished speaking. Wanting to get this all over with so he could begin to figure out this nightmare situation, Robert decided to go into the other tent where the Asian scientist had gone into after he finished speaking. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Uh..Hello, Dr…?” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ling. Now sit down. What is your full name?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh, uh.. Robert Martinez.” he says as he sits down on a chair.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Okay” he says penciling down his name “Now undress and stand up, I’ll be examining your condition.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright.” Robert said awkwardly as he undressed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The examination consisted of strange machines that seemed to scan his body like an x ray or something similar. After that a bunch of standard examinations not all that different from that of a normal check up from a doctor’s appointment were done, although there seemed to be a large focus on measuring the altered limbs and tail that he now had. Once [/SIZE]the examination was complete Robert was helped out of the tent by another scientist and led over to a shower room where he was told to wash up and then choose some new clothes in the room next door and then to find the cafeteria which was behind double doors. In the shower room there seemed to be already someone there, it was a younger boy, but Robert didn’t pay much attention to him as he focused on washing himself up quickly so he could get dressed.
(Post-Alteration) Robert now has the legs and tail of a kangaroo and his left arm is that of a bear’s arm. His usual attire consists of jeans, tee shirt, and a sweatshirt.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Robert Martinez[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (18)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Chimera[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Animal Limbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█ [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Robert was sitting rather uncomfortably in the back of the vehicle along with a group of other individuals. “This can’t be real…” he mumbled to himself as he looked over his body is dismay. His legs had been transformed into that of a kangaroo and his left arm into that of some bear and he had a tail that made sitting down in the vehicle uncomfortable. All this along the fact that his body has cuts, scrapes, and dust all over made it all the worse. "What happened to them?" he said under his breath as he began to think about his friends for a moment and began to shed tears as he started to come to the realization that they were almost certainly now dead.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]After a good couple of hours the vehicle came to a stop and the guards that were present told everyone to get off. Leaving the vehicle proved to be a challenge though as simply standing up on his legs was difficult as they wobbled and shook as he tried to stand, and when he tried to walk like he normally would he simply fell over. One of the guards took notice and helped escort him out of the vehicle. Once outside they seemed to be in a garage type of of building with people in lab coats just near the back of the room.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]It wasn't long until a man wearing a lab coat stepped forward and began explaining what was going on. According to the scientist they had been rescued by an organization called Pandora and would receive food and shelter, but first everyone would have to be checked on first. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Oh thank goodness, maybe they can do something about...all this. But that may take amputations...ah geez.. I don't want to be cut up[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. He thought to himself as the man finished speaking. Wanting to get this all over with so he could begin to figure out this nightmare situation, Robert decided to go into the other tent where the Asian scientist had gone into after he finished speaking. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Uh..Hello, Dr…?” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ling. Now sit down. What is your full name?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh, uh.. Robert Martinez.” he says as he sits down on a chair.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Okay” he says penciling down his name “Now undress and stand up, I’ll be examining your condition.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright.” Robert said awkwardly as he undressed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The examination consisted of strange machines that seemed to scan his body like an x ray or something similar. After that a bunch of standard examinations not all that different from that of a normal check up from a doctor’s appointment were done, although there seemed to be a large focus on measuring the altered limbs and tail that he now had. Once [/SIZE]the examination was complete Robert was helped out of the tent by another scientist and led over to a shower room where he was told to wash up and then choose some new clothes in the room next door and then to find the cafeteria which was behind double doors. In the shower room there seemed to be already someone there, it was a younger boy, but Robert didn’t pay much attention to him as he focused on washing himself up quickly so he could get dressed.
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OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
A boy with golden hair and bright blue eyes, all of his clothes are gold due to his ability.
Michael Harrison
Male (17)
Subject Midas
Golden Touch
TYPE
Matter
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [2]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Don't be coy, you know you love me.
"Ah Shelby my dear!" A handsome young man strolled confidently across the room and right up to Shelby, unhesitatingly poking her in the only exposed skin within reach, her face. His ability left a golden fingerprint on her skin, protecting him from her own ability. He laughed at her reaction. "So nice of your keepers to let you out for this. We finally get to see some new faces for a change. Not that yours is unpleasant in any way," he winked, "but a man does crave some variety in-" Micheal suddenly jumped up as a younger boy ran away. "Excuse me," he said before turning and giving chase to Spark.
Alyssa noticed that Shelby had been freed from having to deal with Michael's flirtations and waved across the room at her. She would have liked to gone over and said hello to the infrequently-seen survivor, but she was busy trying to convince Emily to let a plate of vegetables inside her barrier and the younger girl was being stubborn about it.
Michael caught up to Spark and grabbed the boy by the shirt. "Got you little gremlin!"
"Nope!" More tiny arcs of electricity jumped from Spark's hands into his captor, and then he was free and running again. "Stupid Goldie!" he taunted the older boy.
This was the scene Nick saw upon entering the cafeteria. And it also kept most of the others in the room from noticing he'd come in, so their reaction was a bit slow. It was Alyssa who reacted first, always on top of things. "Everyone, our new friends have begun to arrive! Please give them a warm welcome as they come in, you know they could use it." There was a sounding of agreement, and then all of the gathered existing wards yelled "Welcome!" all at once. Nick wasn't sure how to react, so he just froze standing in the doorway.
"New kid, move." A girl spoke up from behind him. It was that one blonde girl that had been with the Pandora soldiers. Nick didn't know her name. "You're in the way," she said icily before pushing him roughly into the room to get past. Judging from the expressions on the other wards' faces and the fact that no one welcomed her when she came in, she wasn't a new face to them. After some hesitation Nick began to follow in the direction she'd gone to get food. Even though he hadn't eaten all day, it wasn't until seeing all of these other people eating that he realized that he was starving.
Michael Harrison
Male (17)
Subject Midas
Golden Touch
TYPE
Matter
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [2]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Don't be coy, you know you love me.
"Ah Shelby my dear!" A handsome young man strolled confidently across the room and right up to Shelby, unhesitatingly poking her in the only exposed skin within reach, her face. His ability left a golden fingerprint on her skin, protecting him from her own ability. He laughed at her reaction. "So nice of your keepers to let you out for this. We finally get to see some new faces for a change. Not that yours is unpleasant in any way," he winked, "but a man does crave some variety in-" Micheal suddenly jumped up as a younger boy ran away. "Excuse me," he said before turning and giving chase to Spark.
Alyssa noticed that Shelby had been freed from having to deal with Michael's flirtations and waved across the room at her. She would have liked to gone over and said hello to the infrequently-seen survivor, but she was busy trying to convince Emily to let a plate of vegetables inside her barrier and the younger girl was being stubborn about it.
Michael caught up to Spark and grabbed the boy by the shirt. "Got you little gremlin!"
"Nope!" More tiny arcs of electricity jumped from Spark's hands into his captor, and then he was free and running again. "Stupid Goldie!" he taunted the older boy.
This was the scene Nick saw upon entering the cafeteria. And it also kept most of the others in the room from noticing he'd come in, so their reaction was a bit slow. It was Alyssa who reacted first, always on top of things. "Everyone, our new friends have begun to arrive! Please give them a warm welcome as they come in, you know they could use it." There was a sounding of agreement, and then all of the gathered existing wards yelled "Welcome!" all at once. Nick wasn't sure how to react, so he just froze standing in the doorway.
"New kid, move." A girl spoke up from behind him. It was that one blonde girl that had been with the Pandora soldiers. Nick didn't know her name. "You're in the way," she said icily before pushing him roughly into the room to get past. Judging from the expressions on the other wards' faces and the fact that no one welcomed her when she came in, she wasn't a new face to them. After some hesitation Nick began to follow in the direction she'd gone to get food. Even though he hadn't eaten all day, it wasn't until seeing all of these other people eating that he realized that he was starving.
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IctoraPost
You've got mail
A short-ish boy with light brown hair, green eyes and long fingers, usually seen wearing a light grey hoodie. The lower half of his body is a featureless mound of sticky liquid of various shades of brown.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Walter Mudel[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (12)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Slime[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Partial Liquefaction[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
█[SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.
Walter stared blankly at the wall. It was a cold, hard wall. A wall that seemed like it should belong in a transport vehicle. Which it did. Being cold. And hard. He could feel that it was cold and hard. He was leaning on one. But not the one he was looking at. Because it was cold and hard. And he couldn’t sit. He could only stand. Moving up and down. The whole vehicle was moving up and down. On a road. A bumpy road. Making the dust rise. The dust that was on him. Very dusty. And bruised. And cut. Bumping against the wall. The cold, hard wall. He stared.
Then, everything jerked to a stop. The soldiers stepped out and ordered everyone off. Walter didn’t move. He couldn’t move. He was paralyzed. Actually, no, he wasn’t. Not anymore. But he still couldn’t move. He just stared. One of the soldiers stepped back into the vehicle and came up to him, noting the length of pipe stuck into the pile of gloop where his legs should have been. Without saying anything, she tucked her hands under his arms and tried lifting him up. Then she tugged a bit at the pipe, hesitated, then left it were it was. Walter stared. Shaking her head, the guard called towards the people outside, and after a few moments, another soldier came in with some kind of shovelling instrument in hand. Together, they managed to scrape Walter off the ground and pull him up into the air while someone outside seemed to be giving a speech. He stared.
The two guards exchanged glances, then, with one on each side of him, they carried Walter off the vehicle and towards the tents, careful not to touch the oozing ball of sludge. He stared. What a big garage. On entering one of the tents, a smiling man rose out of his seat to greet them, then, seeing the slime start to drip down to the floor, hastily slid a stool across and covered it with a towel. The soldiers lowered him onto the chair and quickly headed out again to help with the other survivors. The next few minutes passed in a blur, with intrusive questions, monosyllable replies, a thorough check over, the removal of the pipe and other bits of debris, continuous smiling and a fast dismissal. Through it all, Walter stared.
A man came in with a stack of towels and a wheelchair. Walter’s lower body was wrapped up and he was awkwardly placed onto the seat of the chair, standing, wobbling from side to side. Turned out wheelchairs were not designed for people with a big blob instead of legs. The man frowned and pulled out a radio, calling someone, then he wheeled him down to the bathrooms. Walter stared. It looked more like a large shower area than a bathroom. The man helped Walter cleanse his pallid skin of the streaks of dirt and grime that served as a reminder of that day’s horrors, but there were stains that could not simply be washed away with water, both figuratively and literally. He stared.
After assisting with the clothes and unsuccessfully trying to peel the towels off Walter’s lower body, a different wheelchair arrived – an electric one, and one with a much lower seat. The man transferred him over, showed him how the controls worked, then pointed him in the direction of the cafeteria. He patted him on the shoulder, smiled a sad smile, and then strode back the way they had come. Walter stared after him, then turned back towards the way he was facing. He moved down the hallway to the entrance the man had indicated to and, with a deep breath, he entered.
He stared.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Walter Mudel[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (12)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Slime[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Partial Liquefaction[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
█[SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.
Walter stared blankly at the wall. It was a cold, hard wall. A wall that seemed like it should belong in a transport vehicle. Which it did. Being cold. And hard. He could feel that it was cold and hard. He was leaning on one. But not the one he was looking at. Because it was cold and hard. And he couldn’t sit. He could only stand. Moving up and down. The whole vehicle was moving up and down. On a road. A bumpy road. Making the dust rise. The dust that was on him. Very dusty. And bruised. And cut. Bumping against the wall. The cold, hard wall. He stared.
Then, everything jerked to a stop. The soldiers stepped out and ordered everyone off. Walter didn’t move. He couldn’t move. He was paralyzed. Actually, no, he wasn’t. Not anymore. But he still couldn’t move. He just stared. One of the soldiers stepped back into the vehicle and came up to him, noting the length of pipe stuck into the pile of gloop where his legs should have been. Without saying anything, she tucked her hands under his arms and tried lifting him up. Then she tugged a bit at the pipe, hesitated, then left it were it was. Walter stared. Shaking her head, the guard called towards the people outside, and after a few moments, another soldier came in with some kind of shovelling instrument in hand. Together, they managed to scrape Walter off the ground and pull him up into the air while someone outside seemed to be giving a speech. He stared.
The two guards exchanged glances, then, with one on each side of him, they carried Walter off the vehicle and towards the tents, careful not to touch the oozing ball of sludge. He stared. What a big garage. On entering one of the tents, a smiling man rose out of his seat to greet them, then, seeing the slime start to drip down to the floor, hastily slid a stool across and covered it with a towel. The soldiers lowered him onto the chair and quickly headed out again to help with the other survivors. The next few minutes passed in a blur, with intrusive questions, monosyllable replies, a thorough check over, the removal of the pipe and other bits of debris, continuous smiling and a fast dismissal. Through it all, Walter stared.
A man came in with a stack of towels and a wheelchair. Walter’s lower body was wrapped up and he was awkwardly placed onto the seat of the chair, standing, wobbling from side to side. Turned out wheelchairs were not designed for people with a big blob instead of legs. The man frowned and pulled out a radio, calling someone, then he wheeled him down to the bathrooms. Walter stared. It looked more like a large shower area than a bathroom. The man helped Walter cleanse his pallid skin of the streaks of dirt and grime that served as a reminder of that day’s horrors, but there were stains that could not simply be washed away with water, both figuratively and literally. He stared.
After assisting with the clothes and unsuccessfully trying to peel the towels off Walter’s lower body, a different wheelchair arrived – an electric one, and one with a much lower seat. The man transferred him over, showed him how the controls worked, then pointed him in the direction of the cafeteria. He patted him on the shoulder, smiled a sad smile, and then strode back the way they had come. Walter stared after him, then turned back towards the way he was facing. He moved down the hallway to the entrance the man had indicated to and, with a deep breath, he entered.
He stared.
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New Member
She stands at 5'2 and has a slender build. Her hazel eyes are big and always curious, and she has strawberry blonde hair that falls in waves all the way to her waist. Her skin is pale, except for her cheeks, which are always painted a faint shade of pink. She has a small tattoo made in colored ink of a flying bird on her right ankle.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Grace Montgomery[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (17)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Alleviant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Gravity Nullification[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Force
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][3][/SIZE]
Zero gravity, zero fun.
This was her first time in a helicopter. Grace had never thought about it before, adrenaline and adventure never being her thing. She preferred old books, quiet libraries, breath-taking movies and biology misteries. Or, at least, that's what the Old Grace had enjoyed. Old Grace had died recently. Her last breath, full of pain and misery and confusion, had been breathed the moment her brother finally succumbed to the fire around him. He barely resembled a human being anymore, his skin gone and instead replaced with open injuries that hissed everytime the soft wind gently touched them. If there was a God, surely he could have let her die in that exact moment, leaving Earth and trascending with the rest of her family. But there was no God. And so Old Grace had died, but New Grace had lived, even when she didn't want to. Furthermore, and this was almost funny to Grace, she had been rescued. Hallelujah.
At first, she didn't even question it. Objects and people and even her brother's body—please, no—had started to float around her. She wasn't even sure how she was transported into the helicopter. Huh. It was like, one moment she was there, lying around in what she assumed to be debris, and the next they were flying around in a rather uncomfortable way, with two more people just, you know, drifting or floating or whatever it was they were doing. She had tried to ask questions (Who are you? Where are we going? Am I dead? What the hell is going on? Why are you floating?), but her companions were stubborn and refused to answer every one of them. Grace could only watch as the little girl jumped around. She tried to find her eyes, but they were hidden behind a thick veil, which led her to believe she couldn't even see to begin with. The other person in the cabin, a military man of some sort, had stood in the same place the whole time. He could very well be a mannequin, for all that she knew.
So, finally, she had decided to sit in an awkward silence. Grace wouldn't have minded if horrible flashbacks of the incident she had just survived didn't start flashing through her mind everytime she lost focus. It wasn't long before tears started streaming down her face, marking a new path through the dirt, which was now covering everything. She didn't sob, though. She just sat there, eyes watery, cheeks wet, heart broken. And so, she lost herself. The next couple of hours went by in a blur. She was sure the helicopter trip had taken less time than usual, because she had heard the pilot say so in a muffled voice. However, asking her to remember anything else was just lost effort. She did recall a soft voice, probably belonging to a happy doctor, telling her that it would be alright. She remembered pain in her arms and a lot of weird machines and needles, lots of needles. There was also talk of other survivors, but she couldn't tell whether her mind had made it up or not.
By the time she came back to her own mind, she was sitting in an unknown room, alone. Objects didn't float there and she frowned, confused, until she realized they had been nailed down. Besides a bed, a small table and a chair, there was also a hand-written note telling her to go to the cafeteria. The girl took a while to notice both her right arm and leg had been bandaged, and a faint smell of blood lingered in the room. She was probably injured, but it didn't hurt at all. Had the nice doctor injected her with something? Grace hoped so. Something strong enough to make her forget about the whole day, or at least all the events that wound up getting her there, in that strange and impersonal room. She bit her lower lip when she realized she had no idea where the cafeteria was. Ah, well. It couldn't be too far now, could it?
It didn't take more than five minutes to find her destination. However, as soon as she had left the room, objects had started to float again. Grace had to accept the possibility that maybe, just maybe, she was the one causing it. But it didn't make any sense. As far as she knew, she didn't have any kind of superpower and, besides, she wasn't doing it on purpose. The strawberry blonde was sure there had to be a logical explanation to it, she was just too tired to think about it. She came to a sudden stop at the entrace. There were people there. Not lots of them, but enough. Children, teens, adults. Ah, she remembered now. Pandora, the nice doctor had called it. A safe haven for those affected by the tragedy that had managed to survive. So were they like her? Weird. Impossible. Deficient. She swallowed, mind racing. Would she be allowed to enter? What if everyone started floating out of nowhere? She took a hesitant step inside.
That was the starting point.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Grace Montgomery[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (17)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Alleviant[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Gravity Nullification[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Force
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][3][/SIZE]
Zero gravity, zero fun.
This was her first time in a helicopter. Grace had never thought about it before, adrenaline and adventure never being her thing. She preferred old books, quiet libraries, breath-taking movies and biology misteries. Or, at least, that's what the Old Grace had enjoyed. Old Grace had died recently. Her last breath, full of pain and misery and confusion, had been breathed the moment her brother finally succumbed to the fire around him. He barely resembled a human being anymore, his skin gone and instead replaced with open injuries that hissed everytime the soft wind gently touched them. If there was a God, surely he could have let her die in that exact moment, leaving Earth and trascending with the rest of her family. But there was no God. And so Old Grace had died, but New Grace had lived, even when she didn't want to. Furthermore, and this was almost funny to Grace, she had been rescued. Hallelujah.
At first, she didn't even question it. Objects and people and even her brother's body—please, no—had started to float around her. She wasn't even sure how she was transported into the helicopter. Huh. It was like, one moment she was there, lying around in what she assumed to be debris, and the next they were flying around in a rather uncomfortable way, with two more people just, you know, drifting or floating or whatever it was they were doing. She had tried to ask questions (Who are you? Where are we going? Am I dead? What the hell is going on? Why are you floating?), but her companions were stubborn and refused to answer every one of them. Grace could only watch as the little girl jumped around. She tried to find her eyes, but they were hidden behind a thick veil, which led her to believe she couldn't even see to begin with. The other person in the cabin, a military man of some sort, had stood in the same place the whole time. He could very well be a mannequin, for all that she knew.
So, finally, she had decided to sit in an awkward silence. Grace wouldn't have minded if horrible flashbacks of the incident she had just survived didn't start flashing through her mind everytime she lost focus. It wasn't long before tears started streaming down her face, marking a new path through the dirt, which was now covering everything. She didn't sob, though. She just sat there, eyes watery, cheeks wet, heart broken. And so, she lost herself. The next couple of hours went by in a blur. She was sure the helicopter trip had taken less time than usual, because she had heard the pilot say so in a muffled voice. However, asking her to remember anything else was just lost effort. She did recall a soft voice, probably belonging to a happy doctor, telling her that it would be alright. She remembered pain in her arms and a lot of weird machines and needles, lots of needles. There was also talk of other survivors, but she couldn't tell whether her mind had made it up or not.
By the time she came back to her own mind, she was sitting in an unknown room, alone. Objects didn't float there and she frowned, confused, until she realized they had been nailed down. Besides a bed, a small table and a chair, there was also a hand-written note telling her to go to the cafeteria. The girl took a while to notice both her right arm and leg had been bandaged, and a faint smell of blood lingered in the room. She was probably injured, but it didn't hurt at all. Had the nice doctor injected her with something? Grace hoped so. Something strong enough to make her forget about the whole day, or at least all the events that wound up getting her there, in that strange and impersonal room. She bit her lower lip when she realized she had no idea where the cafeteria was. Ah, well. It couldn't be too far now, could it?
It didn't take more than five minutes to find her destination. However, as soon as she had left the room, objects had started to float again. Grace had to accept the possibility that maybe, just maybe, she was the one causing it. But it didn't make any sense. As far as she knew, she didn't have any kind of superpower and, besides, she wasn't doing it on purpose. The strawberry blonde was sure there had to be a logical explanation to it, she was just too tired to think about it. She came to a sudden stop at the entrace. There were people there. Not lots of them, but enough. Children, teens, adults. Ah, she remembered now. Pandora, the nice doctor had called it. A safe haven for those affected by the tragedy that had managed to survive. So were they like her? Weird. Impossible. Deficient. She swallowed, mind racing. Would she be allowed to enter? What if everyone started floating out of nowhere? She took a hesitant step inside.
That was the starting point.
Sludgemouth
The mad priest
6' 6", 162 lbs. (presently). He has a pale complexion and an emaciated build due to a combination of illicit drug use and the effects of his ability.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Jordan Iscariot[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (21)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Purgatory[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Undying[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][3][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
I shoulda' listened to Mr.T.
"...up"
Jordan began to stir, and familiar sensations greet him as he slowly awoke
"C'mon man, get up. It's lunch."
"what time is it?" Jordan spoke with a deep, labored sigh and opened his eyes. Within seconds he was in excruciating pain, which by this point, was not anything new to him.
"Lunch time?" The orderly had a comical grin.
Jordan sighed again, this time more of a deep breath as if in preparation. He then stood up, having previously been sitting cross-legged, visibly wincing. He then hobbled his way towards the exit of his cell. "Dressing first." Jordan said before making his way towards the shower room, the orderly following close behind him. Walking unassisted... really anything unassisted was no small feat for Jordan; he refused any kind of pain mitigation offered to him choosing to suffer in full under the pretense that he'd earned it. The shower stalls were empty as Jordan and company arrived. He removed the Dark green maintenance worker's coveralls that he'd been supplied with (it was the only thing in his size that Pandora had on hand), and handed them off to the orderly. If Jordan wasn't a sorry enough sight fully clothed, he certainly was in the nude. His pale, almost gray skin stretched taught over his frame, he resembled a holocaust survivor they'd print pictures of in history books. From his waist down almost to his pelvis was was a layer of gauze and medical tape. Slowly, Jordan began to peel away the pad from his abdomen, revealing a wide and meandering wound, held together with a complex arrangement of staples and steel thread. With his grizzly souvenir of the New York incident exposed, Jordan proceeded to the nearest floor drain and with a squirt bottle he began to wash the dried blood and congealed plasma from his stomach. Once he was satisfied with his work Jordan then patted himself dry, carefully re-bandaged himself and put his coveralls back on.
"You think you'll be able to to keep anything down today." the orderly asked as they made their way to the cafeteria. Conveniently holding a metal bucket.
A thoughtful expression briefly flashed across Jordan's face as he spoke. "Well, I was able to keep a whole biscuit down last week. So that's progress."
Jordan and the orderly entered a small room with two chairs and a table, with a tray of lukewarm food sitting on it. Jordan sat down and began slowly consuming his meal, one that he was confident he'd probably end up seeing later. The orderly sat in the seat across from Jordan watching him, not for anything other than just to look at the silent, ruined titan, who was too busy focusing all of his attention on suppressing his nausea to notice his captive audience.
"So... do you like being called Purgatory?" The orderly finally said, attempting to break the silence.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Jordan Iscariot[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (21)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Purgatory[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Undying[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][3][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
I shoulda' listened to Mr.T.
Bugs...
Covered head to toe in all manner of vermin; stinging, biting, and clawing. He looks down, and sees a gaping, ragged hole where his stomach should be. As he stares he sees something moving, or more accurately writhing. they're inside me... Previously he'd been restrained by the sheer weight of his own agony, but this realization, overshadowed his pain, replacing it with profound revulsion. He opens his mouth to rebuke his condition, to loose a litany of contempt upon his own self, but there is silence. It is not words that fall from his lips, but maggots instead
Covered head to toe in all manner of vermin; stinging, biting, and clawing. He looks down, and sees a gaping, ragged hole where his stomach should be. As he stares he sees something moving, or more accurately writhing. they're inside me... Previously he'd been restrained by the sheer weight of his own agony, but this realization, overshadowed his pain, replacing it with profound revulsion. He opens his mouth to rebuke his condition, to loose a litany of contempt upon his own self, but there is silence. It is not words that fall from his lips, but maggots instead
"...up"
Jordan began to stir, and familiar sensations greet him as he slowly awoke
"C'mon man, get up. It's lunch."
"what time is it?" Jordan spoke with a deep, labored sigh and opened his eyes. Within seconds he was in excruciating pain, which by this point, was not anything new to him.
"Lunch time?" The orderly had a comical grin.
Jordan sighed again, this time more of a deep breath as if in preparation. He then stood up, having previously been sitting cross-legged, visibly wincing. He then hobbled his way towards the exit of his cell. "Dressing first." Jordan said before making his way towards the shower room, the orderly following close behind him. Walking unassisted... really anything unassisted was no small feat for Jordan; he refused any kind of pain mitigation offered to him choosing to suffer in full under the pretense that he'd earned it. The shower stalls were empty as Jordan and company arrived. He removed the Dark green maintenance worker's coveralls that he'd been supplied with (it was the only thing in his size that Pandora had on hand), and handed them off to the orderly. If Jordan wasn't a sorry enough sight fully clothed, he certainly was in the nude. His pale, almost gray skin stretched taught over his frame, he resembled a holocaust survivor they'd print pictures of in history books. From his waist down almost to his pelvis was was a layer of gauze and medical tape. Slowly, Jordan began to peel away the pad from his abdomen, revealing a wide and meandering wound, held together with a complex arrangement of staples and steel thread. With his grizzly souvenir of the New York incident exposed, Jordan proceeded to the nearest floor drain and with a squirt bottle he began to wash the dried blood and congealed plasma from his stomach. Once he was satisfied with his work Jordan then patted himself dry, carefully re-bandaged himself and put his coveralls back on.
"You think you'll be able to to keep anything down today." the orderly asked as they made their way to the cafeteria. Conveniently holding a metal bucket.
A thoughtful expression briefly flashed across Jordan's face as he spoke. "Well, I was able to keep a whole biscuit down last week. So that's progress."
Jordan and the orderly entered a small room with two chairs and a table, with a tray of lukewarm food sitting on it. Jordan sat down and began slowly consuming his meal, one that he was confident he'd probably end up seeing later. The orderly sat in the seat across from Jordan watching him, not for anything other than just to look at the silent, ruined titan, who was too busy focusing all of his attention on suppressing his nausea to notice his captive audience.
"So... do you like being called Purgatory?" The orderly finally said, attempting to break the silence.
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Ineptitude
One Thousand Club
An invisible girl, save for her clothing. Her usual attire consists of a green, knee-length A-line dress, a brown, unbuttoned cropped vest, a brown newsboy cap, and brown flats.
Antonia Carriedo
Female (12)
Subject Veil
Invisibility
TYPE
Energy
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
It's not nudity, it's convenience!
Antonia sat on the floor with her legs crossed, leaning against the wall of the transport vehicle she found herself in as she and a few others headed towards an unknown location. She was honestly quite confused about her current situation, which is to be expected of one so young, but she was well aware of the fact that she had just survived the appearances of both Alpha and Omega, while her family most likely did not. She knew better than to be depressed over their deaths, though, since they would have wanted her to live. Because of that, she was perplexed by the sorrowful expressions of the others that were with her.
However, Antonia had no time to question them, as the vehicle abruptly came to a halt. A pair of soldiers opened the doors to the vehicle, and told everyone on to get off. While she did find their words to be a bit rude, she did as she was told, if only to sate her curiosity about where she was.
Antonia's eyes widened slightly in surprise once she found herself in a large, garage-type building with a few other transport vehicles pulling up next to them. It wasn't long until a man wearing a lab coat stepped forward and began explaining what was going on. According to the scientist they had been rescued by an organization called Pandora and would receive food and shelter, but first everyone would have to be checked on first. Seeing as the two tents were already occupied by another pair of survivors, she waited for a while until the two had left before entering the tent where the Asian doctor was.
If Antonia were to be honest, her interaction with Doctor Ling passed by as a blur to her, not quite remembering what had happened during the time, though she could recall him staring at both her and the results -or rather, the lack of it- of her examination for a rather lengthy period of time before she was escorted to the bathroom. At the time, there seemed to be a few people there already, but she didn't really pay much attention to them. Throwing her dirty clothes into the aforementioned hole, she then proceeded to wash off all the blood and grime that caked her body. As all the filth went down the drain, her body was revealed to be completely invisible from head to toe.
Antonia Carriedo
Female (12)
Subject Veil
Invisibility
TYPE
Energy
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
It's not nudity, it's convenience!
Antonia sat on the floor with her legs crossed, leaning against the wall of the transport vehicle she found herself in as she and a few others headed towards an unknown location. She was honestly quite confused about her current situation, which is to be expected of one so young, but she was well aware of the fact that she had just survived the appearances of both Alpha and Omega, while her family most likely did not. She knew better than to be depressed over their deaths, though, since they would have wanted her to live. Because of that, she was perplexed by the sorrowful expressions of the others that were with her.
However, Antonia had no time to question them, as the vehicle abruptly came to a halt. A pair of soldiers opened the doors to the vehicle, and told everyone on to get off. While she did find their words to be a bit rude, she did as she was told, if only to sate her curiosity about where she was.
Antonia's eyes widened slightly in surprise once she found herself in a large, garage-type building with a few other transport vehicles pulling up next to them. It wasn't long until a man wearing a lab coat stepped forward and began explaining what was going on. According to the scientist they had been rescued by an organization called Pandora and would receive food and shelter, but first everyone would have to be checked on first. Seeing as the two tents were already occupied by another pair of survivors, she waited for a while until the two had left before entering the tent where the Asian doctor was.
If Antonia were to be honest, her interaction with Doctor Ling passed by as a blur to her, not quite remembering what had happened during the time, though she could recall him staring at both her and the results -or rather, the lack of it- of her examination for a rather lengthy period of time before she was escorted to the bathroom. At the time, there seemed to be a few people there already, but she didn't really pay much attention to them. Throwing her dirty clothes into the aforementioned hole, she then proceeded to wash off all the blood and grime that caked her body. As all the filth went down the drain, her body was revealed to be completely invisible from head to toe.
OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
A thin, lanky girl with light-blonde hair cut short in the front but much longer in the back, typically tied into one long braid down her back. She has very pale white skin marked by freckles across her face. She is blind. Her attire is a large baggy sweatshirt or hoodie with mismatching short shorts and heavy boots.
Abigail Reines
Female (14)
Subject Medusa
Alpha Sight
TYPE
Sensory
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Don't stand close to me.
She got her food and tuned to make her way back out of the cafeteria. Why did the door have to be so far from the food? It was such a pain to get across. She should have just had one of the scientists bring her something to eat, then she wouldn't have had to come at all. But the scientists had strange ideas about eating healthy being important and wouldn't bring her what she wanted. They always tried to swap out the deserts for vegetables or meat. It was like they thought she wouldn't notice something so obvious. She was blind not stupid.
Not willing to traverse the middle of the room and all the dangers it contained, namely Spark, she continued along the edge of the room, the back of her hand touching the wall, to get back to the door. Someone approached the other side. She could see their ability warping the air before they even touched the door. She knew which one it was at a glance. The gravity girl. Abigail had to step back to allow the obtrusion through, but once it had gotten into the room far enough she used the back edge of the girl's ability to jump the rest of the way to the door and leave the too-noisy, too-crowded, too-bright room. She passed another person. This one's ability looked so pretty to her eyes, shining only inside her body, like how she imagined light passing through water would look like. Abigail said nothing to that girl either and a bit further down the hall entered a password into a console and slipped through a heavy metal door.
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
"Excuse me, would you like to eat with me and Emily?"
Nick looked up at the woman who'd spoken to him. She was pretty, wearing a bright red dress. Strangely she seemed to have patches of what looked like scales on her arms and some more on one cheek. Then again that wasn't too strange considering what he'd already seen just watching the other people in the cafeteria. There was a boy who kept socking people, a man who he'd just watched turn an apple from red to gold - and not the color, like actual shiny metal gold - and another guy across the room he could swear was trying to hide a tail. And all the other people who looked pretty normal for the most part didn't question any of it, like this was perfectly normal to them.
"U-um, sure," he said to the woman.
"Yay," the woman said cheerfully. "Oh, and my name is Alyssa." She took his hand and led him to the end of one table only occupied by a single person, a young girl about his age. She was stubbornly poking at a single piece of broccoli. Nick supposed she was the Emily Alyssa had mentioned.
"Wait," Alyssa stopped him abruptly. "I almost had you walking right into her wall. That wouldn't have been any good for first impressions, now would it?" Nick had no clue what she was talking about until the woman reached out and softly punched the side of something solid in the air. He couldn't see whatever was there at all. He really would have walked into it if she hadn't said anything. "Emily, Emily, let us in," she called to the girl sitting alone down the table. Emily looked up from her broccoli and just stared blankly at Nick for a second and then focusing on Alyssa with the same stubborn look she'd had while staring at the green vegetable. The woman sighed. "Fine, half." The girl slid down the table towards them, ad Alyssa led Nick over to sit next to the girl. There was no sign of whatever that invisible wall had been.
"Emily," the girl said simply by pointing her fork at herself, prompting Alyssa to take it away to cut up the sad piece of broccoli. "Who're you?"
"Nick," was all he was able to get out at the girl began poking him, starting with the face.
"No sparks?" The girl seemed... disappointed?
"Of course he doesn't spark," Alyssa said as she returned exactly one half of a single piece of broccoli to the plate in front of Emily. "As he just said before you so rudely poked him, he's Nick, not Spark." Judging from the sounds of things, Spark must be the boy running around shocking people.
Alyssa seemed to be watching the door as each new arrival walked in, sending glances or mouthed words across the room at various people as if orchestrating the entire chaos-filled space. Nick got the feeling she was someone in charge here.
A pale boy with black hair. He wears dark colored shirts and altered pants with an opening in the back. He has a thick, four foot long tail covered in gray scales.
Ken Nguyen
Male (16)
Subject Naga
Serpent's Tail
TYPE
Physical
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
I'd have it removed if I didn't know it would just grow back.
Alyssa's stare felt like it would bore a hole through the side of his head if he kept ignoring it, so he finally caved and looked to see what she wanted. She smiled warmly at finally having his attention, a sight worth the trouble of becoming her pawn for a few minutes. She nodded towards one of the new arrivals: a boy about his age, no, a few years older probably. So closer to Alyssa's age probably. Why she'd wanted him to go over to the guy was immediately clear. He had a tail. Dammit Alyssa, just because he had a tail too didn't have to make it his problem! But it looked like the guy was having trouble, so Ken got up and went to help him out.
As he got closer he noticed that it wasn't just the tail. This poor guy'd been really put through the blender. His legs were all the wrong shape, easily identifiable as something supposed to belong to kangaroo. Then he'd had a whole arm altered as well. It looked like it was from a bear. Ken didn't know much about bears, but since the hair covering the arm was black he supposed it would be black bear. Or maybe a panda? Those had black fur on their arms too.
"Hey, uh, do you want some help?"
Abigail Reines
Female (14)
Subject Medusa
Alpha Sight
TYPE
Sensory
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Don't stand close to me.
She got her food and tuned to make her way back out of the cafeteria. Why did the door have to be so far from the food? It was such a pain to get across. She should have just had one of the scientists bring her something to eat, then she wouldn't have had to come at all. But the scientists had strange ideas about eating healthy being important and wouldn't bring her what she wanted. They always tried to swap out the deserts for vegetables or meat. It was like they thought she wouldn't notice something so obvious. She was blind not stupid.
Not willing to traverse the middle of the room and all the dangers it contained, namely Spark, she continued along the edge of the room, the back of her hand touching the wall, to get back to the door. Someone approached the other side. She could see their ability warping the air before they even touched the door. She knew which one it was at a glance. The gravity girl. Abigail had to step back to allow the obtrusion through, but once it had gotten into the room far enough she used the back edge of the girl's ability to jump the rest of the way to the door and leave the too-noisy, too-crowded, too-bright room. She passed another person. This one's ability looked so pretty to her eyes, shining only inside her body, like how she imagined light passing through water would look like. Abigail said nothing to that girl either and a bit further down the hall entered a password into a console and slipped through a heavy metal door.
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
"Excuse me, would you like to eat with me and Emily?"
Nick looked up at the woman who'd spoken to him. She was pretty, wearing a bright red dress. Strangely she seemed to have patches of what looked like scales on her arms and some more on one cheek. Then again that wasn't too strange considering what he'd already seen just watching the other people in the cafeteria. There was a boy who kept socking people, a man who he'd just watched turn an apple from red to gold - and not the color, like actual shiny metal gold - and another guy across the room he could swear was trying to hide a tail. And all the other people who looked pretty normal for the most part didn't question any of it, like this was perfectly normal to them.
"U-um, sure," he said to the woman.
"Yay," the woman said cheerfully. "Oh, and my name is Alyssa." She took his hand and led him to the end of one table only occupied by a single person, a young girl about his age. She was stubbornly poking at a single piece of broccoli. Nick supposed she was the Emily Alyssa had mentioned.
"Wait," Alyssa stopped him abruptly. "I almost had you walking right into her wall. That wouldn't have been any good for first impressions, now would it?" Nick had no clue what she was talking about until the woman reached out and softly punched the side of something solid in the air. He couldn't see whatever was there at all. He really would have walked into it if she hadn't said anything. "Emily, Emily, let us in," she called to the girl sitting alone down the table. Emily looked up from her broccoli and just stared blankly at Nick for a second and then focusing on Alyssa with the same stubborn look she'd had while staring at the green vegetable. The woman sighed. "Fine, half." The girl slid down the table towards them, ad Alyssa led Nick over to sit next to the girl. There was no sign of whatever that invisible wall had been.
"Emily," the girl said simply by pointing her fork at herself, prompting Alyssa to take it away to cut up the sad piece of broccoli. "Who're you?"
"Nick," was all he was able to get out at the girl began poking him, starting with the face.
"No sparks?" The girl seemed... disappointed?
"Of course he doesn't spark," Alyssa said as she returned exactly one half of a single piece of broccoli to the plate in front of Emily. "As he just said before you so rudely poked him, he's Nick, not Spark." Judging from the sounds of things, Spark must be the boy running around shocking people.
Alyssa seemed to be watching the door as each new arrival walked in, sending glances or mouthed words across the room at various people as if orchestrating the entire chaos-filled space. Nick got the feeling she was someone in charge here.
A pale boy with black hair. He wears dark colored shirts and altered pants with an opening in the back. He has a thick, four foot long tail covered in gray scales.
Ken Nguyen
Male (16)
Subject Naga
Serpent's Tail
TYPE
Physical
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
I'd have it removed if I didn't know it would just grow back.
Alyssa's stare felt like it would bore a hole through the side of his head if he kept ignoring it, so he finally caved and looked to see what she wanted. She smiled warmly at finally having his attention, a sight worth the trouble of becoming her pawn for a few minutes. She nodded towards one of the new arrivals: a boy about his age, no, a few years older probably. So closer to Alyssa's age probably. Why she'd wanted him to go over to the guy was immediately clear. He had a tail. Dammit Alyssa, just because he had a tail too didn't have to make it his problem! But it looked like the guy was having trouble, so Ken got up and went to help him out.
As he got closer he noticed that it wasn't just the tail. This poor guy'd been really put through the blender. His legs were all the wrong shape, easily identifiable as something supposed to belong to kangaroo. Then he'd had a whole arm altered as well. It looked like it was from a bear. Ken didn't know much about bears, but since the hair covering the arm was black he supposed it would be black bear. Or maybe a panda? Those had black fur on their arms too.
"Hey, uh, do you want some help?"
RatKing
Rodent Ruler
(Pre-Alteration) A short and skinny teenager with black hair and slightly tan skin.
(Post-Alteration) Robert now has the legs and tail of a kangaroo and his left arm is that of a bear’s arm. His usual attire consists of jeans, tee shirt, and a sweatshirt.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Robert Martinez[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (18)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Chimera[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Animal Limbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█ [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?
Once he was done showering, Robert did his best to dry himself off. It wasn’t a perfect job, especially given his new appendage, legs and arm now had fur, but it was dry enough. “Alright, now all I need to do is get to that room next door...I can do this. Just gotta walk, er..rather hop? Yea that makes more sense.” he mumbled to himself as he concentrated on trying to move without being assisted. The first few attempts at hopping went pretty badly as he just tripped from being uncoordinated with his movement. If anyone else had been in the shower room they would have had probably got a good chuckle watching him slipping about. Eventually though, Robert makes it to the other room and picked out some sweatpants, a gray t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. A hole in the back of the sweatpants had to be crudely made by a guard so Robert’s tail could slip through. And as for shoes, well...those were completely out of the question given the circumstances.
Once he was dressed Robert slowly but surely went down the hallway, leaning on the wall to keep himself balanced. It wasn’t long until he found the double doors leading into the cafeteria. He waited a moment to catch his breath and then he stepped inside not really knowing what to expect, but hoping to get some answers as well as something to eat.
The cafeteria seemed fairly calm except for some guy that was someone running about and seemed to be shocking people with some kind of electricity. Aside from that there were just various individuals scattered about the cafeteria, some were sitting down and eating while others were on line to be served food. It only took a moment of him entering the room before someone approached him offering assistance. “Yea, that would be nice.” he replied noticing that the guy also had a tail. Maybe he can give me some pointers of how to deal with this tail so I can focus on getting used to these dumb legs. He thought to himself.
@OverconfidentMagi
(Post-Alteration) Robert now has the legs and tail of a kangaroo and his left arm is that of a bear’s arm. His usual attire consists of jeans, tee shirt, and a sweatshirt.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Robert Martinez[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (18)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Chimera[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Animal Limbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█ [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?
Once he was done showering, Robert did his best to dry himself off. It wasn’t a perfect job, especially given his new appendage, legs and arm now had fur, but it was dry enough. “Alright, now all I need to do is get to that room next door...I can do this. Just gotta walk, er..rather hop? Yea that makes more sense.” he mumbled to himself as he concentrated on trying to move without being assisted. The first few attempts at hopping went pretty badly as he just tripped from being uncoordinated with his movement. If anyone else had been in the shower room they would have had probably got a good chuckle watching him slipping about. Eventually though, Robert makes it to the other room and picked out some sweatpants, a gray t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. A hole in the back of the sweatpants had to be crudely made by a guard so Robert’s tail could slip through. And as for shoes, well...those were completely out of the question given the circumstances.
Once he was dressed Robert slowly but surely went down the hallway, leaning on the wall to keep himself balanced. It wasn’t long until he found the double doors leading into the cafeteria. He waited a moment to catch his breath and then he stepped inside not really knowing what to expect, but hoping to get some answers as well as something to eat.
The cafeteria seemed fairly calm except for some guy that was someone running about and seemed to be shocking people with some kind of electricity. Aside from that there were just various individuals scattered about the cafeteria, some were sitting down and eating while others were on line to be served food. It only took a moment of him entering the room before someone approached him offering assistance. “Yea, that would be nice.” he replied noticing that the guy also had a tail. Maybe he can give me some pointers of how to deal with this tail so I can focus on getting used to these dumb legs. He thought to himself.
@OverconfidentMagi
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OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
A dark skinned man with a completely shaved head, he often wears sweat pants and a large shirt he can hide his arms beneath.
Andre Davis
Male (24)
Subject Silver Wing
Metallic Wings
TYPE
Physical / Matter
DANGER
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Sometimes life gives you lemons. Sometimes life kills everyone you know and leaves you without any arms. I could go for some lemons right about now.
He stared down at the young girl sitting across from him. She stared back, keeping the expression on her face neutral. He leaned forward to put his lips around the straw sticking up from his... meal. The girl across from him blew into her own straw to make the questionably goopy contents of her cup bubble. He lifted his head and stared her down again. She stared flatly back at him, but he could tell a few more rounds of this and she'd start giggling openly. There was no way she could keep that straight face forever.
Tisha, that was the girl's name, but most just called her Ghost. Andre didn't eat with her regularly, but this wasn't a regular day. They were meeting an new batch of survivors for the first time, and he didn't want to have them seeing him needing help eating. He knew it was stupid, but he just wanted to be able to seem capable, maybe look strong, intimidating even, like he used to be, for a few minutes before the newcomers started to think of him as a cripple. So he'd had Trisha ask them to make a second one of her meals. She couldn't eat normal food on account of her ability, so she had all of her meals as a kind of, well to be perfectly honest pretty disgusting looking, smoothie type thing she could drink through a straw.
He hadn't expected the taste to be good just going off how it looked, and it hadn't disappointed. Tisha had been laughing at his reactions to the taste every time he gathered the courage to take another sip of the sludge, blowing bubbles into her cup trying to drink it and laugh at him at the same time. Andre was almost certain she was playing some trick on him, but he was forcing himself not to show that he knew. Let her have her fun at his tongue's expense.
Another person came and sat down beside him. Rachel, queen antisocial. She tended to sit with Andre just so the others wouldn't try to come over and start a conversation with her. He didn't particularly care. Tisha had taken her seat. Rachel seemed to scan the situation with her cold gaze. Her eyes settled on Andre's cup. "Let me see that," she said, taking the cup and opening it up to see what it held. "You're an idiot," she said as she returned it to in front of him. "That's just a cup full of pureed vegetables and hamburger. No wonder you look constipated every time you drink it."
Tisha finally had to take her mouth off her straw to laugh, and as soon as she did Rachel reached across the table and stole her cup from her. The girl reflexively tried to grab it back, but her fingers just passed right through the cup ineffectually. Rachel popped the cup open. "Strawberry," she said tipping it for Andre to see that its content was a nice shade of pink, nothing like the vomit green sludge he was forcing down. She returned the cup to in front of a pouting Tisha, upset that her trick had been pointed out.
Andre just shrugged - tipping his head to the side instead of struggling to lift his shoulders - and took another sip of his pureed vomit drink. He hadn't really been listening to her. One of the new arrivals had taken his attention. Not the girl who was making everything float that had caught everyone else's attention. Spark was currently floating in the air above her head making faces at Michael daring him to jump in and get him. No, he'd already noticed that one when she'd first come in. It was a kid moving around in an electric chair, his legs hidden from view. Andre was pretty sure he had a general idea why. But again that wasn't what had made focus on the boy. It was the eyes. Andre recognized that bottomless pit, and it wasn't pretty.
He forced himself to his feet, lifting with his legs as the doctors had taught him, and crossed the room. Rachel narrowed her eyes and watched him. Tisha was clueless why he'd gotten up and left. He stepped right onto the front of the kid's electric wheelchair, tipping it forward.
"Andre, that's uncalled for!" Michael called across the room as he saw what was going on. Alyssa looked over, and then silenced Michael. How she knew what Andre planned on doing at that moment when he didn't even have a plan no one could have said. She just seemed to have an ability to read situations and people. Were those scientists really sure the scales were the only thing the Angel had given her? Dammit, now he had an audience. What had he even planned on saying?
"Kid," he said. He wished he had his arms just so he could pick the kid up by the front of his shirt for the full effect. "I know things seem bad right now. The place you were is gone. Rubble probably. Gonezo. Wiped off the map. Nothing left. Everyone that was there? Gone. Dead. Not coming back. And I don't know why you're in this chair, but if it means you're a cripple now then let's just go ahead and add that to the list. Bonus points."
"So let's go from the top: place you were at is destroyed, everyone there is dead, and hey you might be a cripple. That really sucks. It does, really. But you know what doesn't suck? Being alive. You probably met an Asian guy in a lab coat who tried to say something similar when you came in, but he isn't good at talking to people how they need it, so I will. You are alive, and despite whatever you might think, that's a good thing. It might take a while for you to accept it." It might not be until a year later when you have to yell at someone else what you wish someone had been there to tell you. "But at some point you'll get sick of being sad and angry and empty, and that's when you get to... I don't know, stop being so stupid and try picking yourself up again. Everyone here reached that point, you will too."
Andre moved his foot and let the back of the chair fall back down. "If you want someone to pity you, go find one of the scientists to cry to, 'cuz we aren't gonna do it. We've all been where you are, and we got through it. You might not believe me now, but sooner or later I bet you'll be able to smile and laugh. Maybe not as freely or deeply, but close enough. And when you can, that's when you can say you're among the living again." He stared down at the boy in the wheelchair. "Now get some food, you're hungry, even if your head doesn't want you to be." He walked away from the kid and sat back down and went back to drinking his meal. Why the hell had he gotten up and said all that. That had been so stupid. "Don't say a word," he preemptively cut off Rachel's remark. She'd been staring at him, and that meant there would be a barbed comment shortly following.
"No, I think you about covered it," was all she said. Tisha nodded silently in agreement.
Doctor Smith watched Subject Silver Wing's little speech on the monitor with his usual smile across his face. "You know, he said all of that so much better than you did," he said to the head scientist. "You should hire him to write your speeches."
He was ignored, the other man busy looking over the new data off this fresh batch of survivors. "Schedule a joint training session for tomorrow - no, the day after - with Subject Silver Wing and that one new arrival."
"Which one, the slug?" Doctor Smith asked.
"No, the gravity girl. I want to see if Subject Silver Wing is able to move his arms when he doesn't have to lift their weight."
"Ah, that should be interesting. I'll make sure they know then." He went to leave.
"Smith," Ling called out for him to stop. "Not now. It's late and they're all tired. Tell them in the morning."
The man sighed. "Fine fine. I'll have them both told tomorrow then."
Andre Davis
Male (24)
Subject Silver Wing
Metallic Wings
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Sometimes life gives you lemons. Sometimes life kills everyone you know and leaves you without any arms. I could go for some lemons right about now.
He stared down at the young girl sitting across from him. She stared back, keeping the expression on her face neutral. He leaned forward to put his lips around the straw sticking up from his... meal. The girl across from him blew into her own straw to make the questionably goopy contents of her cup bubble. He lifted his head and stared her down again. She stared flatly back at him, but he could tell a few more rounds of this and she'd start giggling openly. There was no way she could keep that straight face forever.
Tisha, that was the girl's name, but most just called her Ghost. Andre didn't eat with her regularly, but this wasn't a regular day. They were meeting an new batch of survivors for the first time, and he didn't want to have them seeing him needing help eating. He knew it was stupid, but he just wanted to be able to seem capable, maybe look strong, intimidating even, like he used to be, for a few minutes before the newcomers started to think of him as a cripple. So he'd had Trisha ask them to make a second one of her meals. She couldn't eat normal food on account of her ability, so she had all of her meals as a kind of, well to be perfectly honest pretty disgusting looking, smoothie type thing she could drink through a straw.
He hadn't expected the taste to be good just going off how it looked, and it hadn't disappointed. Tisha had been laughing at his reactions to the taste every time he gathered the courage to take another sip of the sludge, blowing bubbles into her cup trying to drink it and laugh at him at the same time. Andre was almost certain she was playing some trick on him, but he was forcing himself not to show that he knew. Let her have her fun at his tongue's expense.
Another person came and sat down beside him. Rachel, queen antisocial. She tended to sit with Andre just so the others wouldn't try to come over and start a conversation with her. He didn't particularly care. Tisha had taken her seat. Rachel seemed to scan the situation with her cold gaze. Her eyes settled on Andre's cup. "Let me see that," she said, taking the cup and opening it up to see what it held. "You're an idiot," she said as she returned it to in front of him. "That's just a cup full of pureed vegetables and hamburger. No wonder you look constipated every time you drink it."
Tisha finally had to take her mouth off her straw to laugh, and as soon as she did Rachel reached across the table and stole her cup from her. The girl reflexively tried to grab it back, but her fingers just passed right through the cup ineffectually. Rachel popped the cup open. "Strawberry," she said tipping it for Andre to see that its content was a nice shade of pink, nothing like the vomit green sludge he was forcing down. She returned the cup to in front of a pouting Tisha, upset that her trick had been pointed out.
Andre just shrugged - tipping his head to the side instead of struggling to lift his shoulders - and took another sip of his pureed vomit drink. He hadn't really been listening to her. One of the new arrivals had taken his attention. Not the girl who was making everything float that had caught everyone else's attention. Spark was currently floating in the air above her head making faces at Michael daring him to jump in and get him. No, he'd already noticed that one when she'd first come in. It was a kid moving around in an electric chair, his legs hidden from view. Andre was pretty sure he had a general idea why. But again that wasn't what had made focus on the boy. It was the eyes. Andre recognized that bottomless pit, and it wasn't pretty.
He forced himself to his feet, lifting with his legs as the doctors had taught him, and crossed the room. Rachel narrowed her eyes and watched him. Tisha was clueless why he'd gotten up and left. He stepped right onto the front of the kid's electric wheelchair, tipping it forward.
"Andre, that's uncalled for!" Michael called across the room as he saw what was going on. Alyssa looked over, and then silenced Michael. How she knew what Andre planned on doing at that moment when he didn't even have a plan no one could have said. She just seemed to have an ability to read situations and people. Were those scientists really sure the scales were the only thing the Angel had given her? Dammit, now he had an audience. What had he even planned on saying?
"Kid," he said. He wished he had his arms just so he could pick the kid up by the front of his shirt for the full effect. "I know things seem bad right now. The place you were is gone. Rubble probably. Gonezo. Wiped off the map. Nothing left. Everyone that was there? Gone. Dead. Not coming back. And I don't know why you're in this chair, but if it means you're a cripple now then let's just go ahead and add that to the list. Bonus points."
"So let's go from the top: place you were at is destroyed, everyone there is dead, and hey you might be a cripple. That really sucks. It does, really. But you know what doesn't suck? Being alive. You probably met an Asian guy in a lab coat who tried to say something similar when you came in, but he isn't good at talking to people how they need it, so I will. You are alive, and despite whatever you might think, that's a good thing. It might take a while for you to accept it." It might not be until a year later when you have to yell at someone else what you wish someone had been there to tell you. "But at some point you'll get sick of being sad and angry and empty, and that's when you get to... I don't know, stop being so stupid and try picking yourself up again. Everyone here reached that point, you will too."
Andre moved his foot and let the back of the chair fall back down. "If you want someone to pity you, go find one of the scientists to cry to, 'cuz we aren't gonna do it. We've all been where you are, and we got through it. You might not believe me now, but sooner or later I bet you'll be able to smile and laugh. Maybe not as freely or deeply, but close enough. And when you can, that's when you can say you're among the living again." He stared down at the boy in the wheelchair. "Now get some food, you're hungry, even if your head doesn't want you to be." He walked away from the kid and sat back down and went back to drinking his meal. Why the hell had he gotten up and said all that. That had been so stupid. "Don't say a word," he preemptively cut off Rachel's remark. She'd been staring at him, and that meant there would be a barbed comment shortly following.
"No, I think you about covered it," was all she said. Tisha nodded silently in agreement.
Doctor Smith watched Subject Silver Wing's little speech on the monitor with his usual smile across his face. "You know, he said all of that so much better than you did," he said to the head scientist. "You should hire him to write your speeches."
He was ignored, the other man busy looking over the new data off this fresh batch of survivors. "Schedule a joint training session for tomorrow - no, the day after - with Subject Silver Wing and that one new arrival."
"Which one, the slug?" Doctor Smith asked.
"No, the gravity girl. I want to see if Subject Silver Wing is able to move his arms when he doesn't have to lift their weight."
"Ah, that should be interesting. I'll make sure they know then." He went to leave.
"Smith," Ling called out for him to stop. "Not now. It's late and they're all tired. Tell them in the morning."
The man sighed. "Fine fine. I'll have them both told tomorrow then."
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_Calypso
Collector of Jars of Dirt
She is 5'3" with an average body size; it's not small, has little curves to it, but isn't overweight due to the stress she puts herself under and her eating habits. Shelby has hazel eyes with red hair that lays an inch or two past her shoulders and that's when she doesn't have it up in a bun. Her skin is fair, showing freckles on her cheekbones and other numerous parts of her body and has a piercing on her bottom lip.
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[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (17)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Elixir[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Injury Transferal[/SIZE]
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Life
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My heals are not exactly free.
Her attention was drawn away from the doorways at the sound of a male voice calling to her. Shelby glanced quickly to the orderly then towards her golden haired counterpart with a smile, at least until he poked her face. "Michael!" she said in surprise, leaning her face away from him as she raised her hand to feel her cheek. She knew she should have expected that from him, yet he caught her off guard. Of course her orderly wasn't much help when it came to giving the guy the boundaries that they gave the others from her. Rubbing the gold fingerprint on her freckled cheek, she nodded at his remarks. "Yeah, I didn't expect to be allowed out. Not that I don't appreciate it." she said, glancing to the orderly as she said the last part.
His flirting tone and wink made her blush slightly but Shelby rolled her eyes nonetheless, unable to say anything in return before he excused himself to chase after Spark. She watched in amusement as the chase dragged on until she saw Alyssa wave at her, Shelby waving back happily before taking another bite from her meal. Alyssa was the one to notice the first one make their entrance and Shelby gave a wave to the nervous looking boy as she chewed her food before chirping in with a "welcome" from her as well. Her smile faltered seeing Medusa come around and get her food. It was known to her she was a huge help in finding all the subjects but her personality was something she didn't favor. She didn't linger in the cafeteria though and her attention was drawn to the girl entertaining Spark by floating him above her. Michael was never going to get the kid down from there. Then it was the kid in the wheelchair.. he was just staring and it made Shelby duck her head back down to her food, feeling bad for also gawking at him.
The cafeteria had simmered down though on the talking so the redhead looked up to see Andre was talking to the staring boy in the wheelchair. She didn't want to watch, especially if the boy broke from the stare. Instead she looked around the room, taking in the new change of scenery while she could.
& little bits of everyone else
[SIZE=18.6667px]Shelby Powell[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (17)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Elixir[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Injury Transferal[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
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My heals are not exactly free.
Her attention was drawn away from the doorways at the sound of a male voice calling to her. Shelby glanced quickly to the orderly then towards her golden haired counterpart with a smile, at least until he poked her face. "Michael!" she said in surprise, leaning her face away from him as she raised her hand to feel her cheek. She knew she should have expected that from him, yet he caught her off guard. Of course her orderly wasn't much help when it came to giving the guy the boundaries that they gave the others from her. Rubbing the gold fingerprint on her freckled cheek, she nodded at his remarks. "Yeah, I didn't expect to be allowed out. Not that I don't appreciate it." she said, glancing to the orderly as she said the last part.
His flirting tone and wink made her blush slightly but Shelby rolled her eyes nonetheless, unable to say anything in return before he excused himself to chase after Spark. She watched in amusement as the chase dragged on until she saw Alyssa wave at her, Shelby waving back happily before taking another bite from her meal. Alyssa was the one to notice the first one make their entrance and Shelby gave a wave to the nervous looking boy as she chewed her food before chirping in with a "welcome" from her as well. Her smile faltered seeing Medusa come around and get her food. It was known to her she was a huge help in finding all the subjects but her personality was something she didn't favor. She didn't linger in the cafeteria though and her attention was drawn to the girl entertaining Spark by floating him above her. Michael was never going to get the kid down from there. Then it was the kid in the wheelchair.. he was just staring and it made Shelby duck her head back down to her food, feeling bad for also gawking at him.
The cafeteria had simmered down though on the talking so the redhead looked up to see Andre was talking to the staring boy in the wheelchair. She didn't want to watch, especially if the boy broke from the stare. Instead she looked around the room, taking in the new change of scenery while she could.
& little bits of everyone else
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Narcissus Malfoy
Lovegood
He is a tall teen standing at 6'2, he has a skinny complexion, blue eyes, white hair and his usual attire is a black hoodie with black pants and black sneakers. He has pale skin and his hair falls below his shoulders, but he always keeps it in a ponytail with a piece of hair falling on his face and covering his right eye.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Alexander De Leon[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (16)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Renaissance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Restoration[/SIZE]
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Matter
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I am not a handyman! You fix your own stuff.
Alexander was calmly sitting on the transport's seats, he was still trying to figure everything that happened out as well as trying to remember if he heard anything about this organization called Pandora. Why had he been rescued? Maybe they were pickcing up all survivors, But why did he survived? Maybe he was lucky. He had all this thoughts on his head as well as he was trying to figure out his feelings. "Is my family ok? Ofcourse they are, but what if they also attacked my city? No imposible, I think we would know by now" He didn't know how to feel and while he tryed do understand his feelings he decided to keep a neutral face. He saw all of the other people in the transport, some where crying, some where covering their faces but all of us had something in common in our faces, confusion.
The vehicle stopped abruptly, 2 soldiers opened the doors and ordered us to get down of the vehicle and walk towards the tents. Alexander found himself inside a gigantic hangar with vehicles helicopters and motorcycles. He walked towards the tents where a doctor was standing looking at some papers, the doctors ordered Alexander to sit down and answer some questions. He had to give his name, age, place of birth and if he felt something new after the accident. The doctor then said to Alexander that he had to take off his clothes completely and after a complete check up he followed up to the showers. There wasn't a lot of people on the showers, he entered a shower, washed of the dirt and blood and when he finished he closed the shower, dryed with a towel and grabbed his jacket which was surprisingliy in a perfect state. He followed up to dress up with the clothes the doctor gave him and walked to the exit.
He entered a sort of cafeteria and made the line for food. H egrabbed his dish, fork knife and when he was about to grab a glass he accidentally dropped it, the glass fell and brokee completely. He went down to pick up the pieces of glass and it miraculously repaired, he entered in a shock and yelled. After all the cafeteria was looking at him he stood up grabbed his things pick up his food and sat on the furthest table he could find.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Alexander De Leon[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (16)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Renaissance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Restoration[/SIZE]
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Matter
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I am not a handyman! You fix your own stuff.
Alexander was calmly sitting on the transport's seats, he was still trying to figure everything that happened out as well as trying to remember if he heard anything about this organization called Pandora. Why had he been rescued? Maybe they were pickcing up all survivors, But why did he survived? Maybe he was lucky. He had all this thoughts on his head as well as he was trying to figure out his feelings. "Is my family ok? Ofcourse they are, but what if they also attacked my city? No imposible, I think we would know by now" He didn't know how to feel and while he tryed do understand his feelings he decided to keep a neutral face. He saw all of the other people in the transport, some where crying, some where covering their faces but all of us had something in common in our faces, confusion.
The vehicle stopped abruptly, 2 soldiers opened the doors and ordered us to get down of the vehicle and walk towards the tents. Alexander found himself inside a gigantic hangar with vehicles helicopters and motorcycles. He walked towards the tents where a doctor was standing looking at some papers, the doctors ordered Alexander to sit down and answer some questions. He had to give his name, age, place of birth and if he felt something new after the accident. The doctor then said to Alexander that he had to take off his clothes completely and after a complete check up he followed up to the showers. There wasn't a lot of people on the showers, he entered a shower, washed of the dirt and blood and when he finished he closed the shower, dryed with a towel and grabbed his jacket which was surprisingliy in a perfect state. He followed up to dress up with the clothes the doctor gave him and walked to the exit.
He entered a sort of cafeteria and made the line for food. H egrabbed his dish, fork knife and when he was about to grab a glass he accidentally dropped it, the glass fell and brokee completely. He went down to pick up the pieces of glass and it miraculously repaired, he entered in a shock and yelled. After all the cafeteria was looking at him he stood up grabbed his things pick up his food and sat on the furthest table he could find.
IctoraPost
You've got mail
A short-ish boy with light brown hair, green eyes and long fingers, usually seen wearing a light grey hoodie. The lower half of his body is a featureless mound of sticky liquid of various shades of brown.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Walter Mudel[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (12)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Slime[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Partial Liquefaction[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.
Walter stared as the winged man walked away, sat down in a chair, drank from the cup in front of him, and then started talking to his neighbour. What? What was that just then? Was that… a pep talk? Getting a pep talk from someone with metal wings for arms straight after his city was demolished and his legs had turned to jelly. It was almost amusingly absurd. But it wasn’t. What the guy had said resonated with him. Everything he had known was gone. Everyone he loved was dead. But that was the same for everyone in this room. They had all been through what he had. At least he had people around him that would understand him. At least he was alive. At least his legs weren’t paralyzed anymore. Because they were gone. At least he wasn’t a stranger to wheelchairs. He was reminded of a something some person had said that he had read not too long ago: “Just because everyone you know is dead doesn't mean you need to be antisocial. It just means you have no friends because they're all dead.”
Walter looked up. He blinked. Everything seemed a little brighter now. A little clearer. He spotted a boy around his age with a girl with rather long hair. He stared. What startled him the most wasn’t the fact that the boy was currently floating in the air above the girl, but the fact he seemed carefree, joyous, even, as he made faces towards an older boy with golden hair wearing nothing but gold. How was that possible? He must’ve been through the same things that Walter had, but he was like… this. Amazing. Absolutely amazing. Maybe he could eventually be like that too, like the winged man had said.
Walter then realised that he hadn’t said anything in reply to the man’s speech. He turned and opened his mouth to call out something to the wingman. He didn’t know what to say. How could he express his gratitude in the way that he wanted to? He was never good with words. So he snapped his mouth closed, kept his chin up and did as he was asked to, manoeuvring towards the food, getting some, then started to make his way towards where the man was sitting. Then he stopped. Didn’t the man say something about being strong? He couldn’t just run straight back to him as if he needed more support. He turned and began searching for another table to sit at.
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[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Slime[/SIZE]
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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.
Walter stared as the winged man walked away, sat down in a chair, drank from the cup in front of him, and then started talking to his neighbour. What? What was that just then? Was that… a pep talk? Getting a pep talk from someone with metal wings for arms straight after his city was demolished and his legs had turned to jelly. It was almost amusingly absurd. But it wasn’t. What the guy had said resonated with him. Everything he had known was gone. Everyone he loved was dead. But that was the same for everyone in this room. They had all been through what he had. At least he had people around him that would understand him. At least he was alive. At least his legs weren’t paralyzed anymore. Because they were gone. At least he wasn’t a stranger to wheelchairs. He was reminded of a something some person had said that he had read not too long ago: “Just because everyone you know is dead doesn't mean you need to be antisocial. It just means you have no friends because they're all dead.”
Walter looked up. He blinked. Everything seemed a little brighter now. A little clearer. He spotted a boy around his age with a girl with rather long hair. He stared. What startled him the most wasn’t the fact that the boy was currently floating in the air above the girl, but the fact he seemed carefree, joyous, even, as he made faces towards an older boy with golden hair wearing nothing but gold. How was that possible? He must’ve been through the same things that Walter had, but he was like… this. Amazing. Absolutely amazing. Maybe he could eventually be like that too, like the winged man had said.
Walter then realised that he hadn’t said anything in reply to the man’s speech. He turned and opened his mouth to call out something to the wingman. He didn’t know what to say. How could he express his gratitude in the way that he wanted to? He was never good with words. So he snapped his mouth closed, kept his chin up and did as he was asked to, manoeuvring towards the food, getting some, then started to make his way towards where the man was sitting. Then he stopped. Didn’t the man say something about being strong? He couldn’t just run straight back to him as if he needed more support. He turned and began searching for another table to sit at.
OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
Exactly one hour after the last of the new arrivals had entered the cafeteria, long enough for them to have eaten and at least begun to accept their new surroundings, a voice spoke over the intercom. "At this time all wards should be finished eating. This is for all of the new arrivals. Upon exiting the cafeteria you will turn to the left and continue until you find a hall containing many rooms. These are the bedrooms and living spaces for the wards housed here. You will locate an unoccupied room and enter it, one per room. You will be quarantined within your room, locked in and monitored for the next 12 hours straight. This is to watch for any unexpected developments in your abilities or sudden degradation of your physical or mental states. For existing wards, all testing scheduled for today or tomorrow has been canceled. You are free to do as you wish. Curfew is still at the regular times of 9 and 11." The voice just stopped there, making it questionable whether he'd finished talking or the speaker had simply turned off. Anyone who'd been able to identify the voice as belonging to Doctor Ling would assume the former.
A girl with brown hair and blue eyes, she's often wearing some kind of sleeveless dress. Her skin is marked by patches of red scales, the locations of which change often.
Alyssa Woods
Female (18)
Subject Salamander
Red Scales
TYPE
Physical
DANGER
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PHASE
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RANGE
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If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to listen to you, I'm here.
Alyssa stood following the doctor's announcement. "Well that is unfortunate, but nothing to be done for it. All of the new arrivals can follow me, and I'll show you which rooms are free to take." Instead of going to the doors the new survivors had entered through, she walked over to a pair of double doors set into the other wall. Michael pushed one open with his foot and held it open for the others, keeping his hands at his sides. The door had at least five areas of its surface that had been turned to gold by Michael touching it in the past, and this wasn't even the original door, the first one having been entirely transmuted into solid gold. The room beyond the door was even larger than the cafeteria had been, and it too was a space many of the new arrivals would likely find familiar. It was set up remarkably similar to a school's gymnasium might be, with basketball hoops and weights and even a couple of trampolines in one corner. But the girl in the red dress led those behind her to the left along the wall and into a hallway leaving the large room.
Just as the voice had said, the hallway was lined with doors, continuing on and on with more and more pairs of doors evenly spaced down its entire length. "Fifty," Alyssa answered before anyone asked. "In case anyone was wondering. We counted when we first arrived here. They were each set up for two at first, but that was a bit optimistic. Mostly everyone has moved the second bed out to have extra room, so if you find a room filled with the extra beds just try a different door. For the most part all of our rooms are at the far end of the hall, where the washrooms are also located. The only rooms towards this end that are taken are..." She pointed towards the first door on the right and the room next to it. "Those two, which are Andre's and Rachel's. You are free to take any of the others until you get about ten doors from the far end. Most of the rooms past that point are already taken. Oh, but don't think you'll be stuck with the room you pick now, this is just for the quarantine period. After that you can move around wherever you want. If you need any help feel free to ask me, or Michael if you are able to put up with him," she said.
"I would like to plead innocent to all accusations," the blond young man countered.
"Denied," Alyssa shot him down. She leaned down to talk to Nick, who'd been holding tightly onto her hand since leaving the cafeteria. "So how about we find you a room now."
Nick had just wanted to go to sleep since he'd arrived, but now that he could he found he was scared to go into one of these rooms. He didn't want to be alone right now. Something told him that if he was left alone everything he'd been able to keep from thinking around all of these smiling faces would finally rush up to get him. "I don't wanna. I don't wanna. Please I don't want to."
The girl knelt down to look him in the eyes better. "Nick," she said. "You're safe here. I'll be in the room just a handful of feet away, and I can give you one of Emily's books to read. That'll help with the thoughts. What kind of book would you like?" She seemed to know exactly what he was feeling. She was impossibly nice.
"Anything," he said, more because he didn't feel like thinking of something than because he didn't care. If he'd cared enough to say he would ave asked for something fantasy. He followed Alyssa as she went to her room, which she shared with Emily she explained, and come back out with a short stack of books.
"Don't tell Emily I took these," she faked whispering to him. "She gets a bit cross when someone else takes her books."
He just nodded obediently. She could have told him to do just about anything and he wouldn't have questioned it. She led him to an unclaimed room, just one door between the room and her own, and he thanked her and then gave her a hug before she left. There was a click as the door sealed and his quarantine began. As soon as he was alone, all of Alyssa's kind words lost their protective power. He knelt down on the floor, willing himself to not think of anything or think of anything else but... it didn't work. He could feel arms wrapped around him, a protecting hold that choked the air from his lungs and chilled his bones. Everything hurt. He hugged his knees as the tears came again. "Mom... let go... you're hurting me," he choked out. But the phantom grip only seemed to tighten its hold as soon as he acknowledged it.
A girl with brown hair and blue eyes, she's often wearing some kind of sleeveless dress. Her skin is marked by patches of red scales, the locations of which change often.
Alyssa Woods
Female (18)
Subject Salamander
Red Scales
TYPE
Physical
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
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RANGE
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If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to listen to you, I'm here.
Alyssa stood following the doctor's announcement. "Well that is unfortunate, but nothing to be done for it. All of the new arrivals can follow me, and I'll show you which rooms are free to take." Instead of going to the doors the new survivors had entered through, she walked over to a pair of double doors set into the other wall. Michael pushed one open with his foot and held it open for the others, keeping his hands at his sides. The door had at least five areas of its surface that had been turned to gold by Michael touching it in the past, and this wasn't even the original door, the first one having been entirely transmuted into solid gold. The room beyond the door was even larger than the cafeteria had been, and it too was a space many of the new arrivals would likely find familiar. It was set up remarkably similar to a school's gymnasium might be, with basketball hoops and weights and even a couple of trampolines in one corner. But the girl in the red dress led those behind her to the left along the wall and into a hallway leaving the large room.
Just as the voice had said, the hallway was lined with doors, continuing on and on with more and more pairs of doors evenly spaced down its entire length. "Fifty," Alyssa answered before anyone asked. "In case anyone was wondering. We counted when we first arrived here. They were each set up for two at first, but that was a bit optimistic. Mostly everyone has moved the second bed out to have extra room, so if you find a room filled with the extra beds just try a different door. For the most part all of our rooms are at the far end of the hall, where the washrooms are also located. The only rooms towards this end that are taken are..." She pointed towards the first door on the right and the room next to it. "Those two, which are Andre's and Rachel's. You are free to take any of the others until you get about ten doors from the far end. Most of the rooms past that point are already taken. Oh, but don't think you'll be stuck with the room you pick now, this is just for the quarantine period. After that you can move around wherever you want. If you need any help feel free to ask me, or Michael if you are able to put up with him," she said.
"I would like to plead innocent to all accusations," the blond young man countered.
"Denied," Alyssa shot him down. She leaned down to talk to Nick, who'd been holding tightly onto her hand since leaving the cafeteria. "So how about we find you a room now."
Nick had just wanted to go to sleep since he'd arrived, but now that he could he found he was scared to go into one of these rooms. He didn't want to be alone right now. Something told him that if he was left alone everything he'd been able to keep from thinking around all of these smiling faces would finally rush up to get him. "I don't wanna. I don't wanna. Please I don't want to."
The girl knelt down to look him in the eyes better. "Nick," she said. "You're safe here. I'll be in the room just a handful of feet away, and I can give you one of Emily's books to read. That'll help with the thoughts. What kind of book would you like?" She seemed to know exactly what he was feeling. She was impossibly nice.
"Anything," he said, more because he didn't feel like thinking of something than because he didn't care. If he'd cared enough to say he would ave asked for something fantasy. He followed Alyssa as she went to her room, which she shared with Emily she explained, and come back out with a short stack of books.
"Don't tell Emily I took these," she faked whispering to him. "She gets a bit cross when someone else takes her books."
He just nodded obediently. She could have told him to do just about anything and he wouldn't have questioned it. She led him to an unclaimed room, just one door between the room and her own, and he thanked her and then gave her a hug before she left. There was a click as the door sealed and his quarantine began. As soon as he was alone, all of Alyssa's kind words lost their protective power. He knelt down on the floor, willing himself to not think of anything or think of anything else but... it didn't work. He could feel arms wrapped around him, a protecting hold that choked the air from his lungs and chilled his bones. Everything hurt. He hugged his knees as the tears came again. "Mom... let go... you're hurting me," he choked out. But the phantom grip only seemed to tighten its hold as soon as he acknowledged it.
OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
As he was about to leave the cafeteria with the others, a woman approached Alexander. She was wearing the same white lab coat all the other Pandora doctors and scientists seemed to be wearing. "Alexander De Leon, please come with me," she said, her voice so even and controlled one might momentarily assume it had come from a machine as a prerecorded message. She led him back out the door he'd entered the cafeteria through and down the hall a short ways, stopping to enter a code into a console beside a door and leading him through. They passed the room where Subject Purgatory was currently undergoing testing, though he seemed to be unaware of it and the poison showed no signs of affecting his unliving undying body. If Alexander's ability was able to accomplish the task that was about be put before it, a future test would likely involve Subject Purgatory. They entered an area that felt much different from the rest of the facility, more white than gray, concrete being covered up by linoleum tiles and the scent of disinfectant permeating the entire space. They had entered the medical ward.
A steady beeping could be heard, and that was what she was bringing him to. "Alexander I need you to enter this room and attempt to use your ability on the person inside. You are free to take whatever actions you believe necessary, but know that all of your actions are being closely monitored." She nodded for him to enter, indicating where the curtain parted for him to pass through.
A steady beeping could be heard, and that was what she was bringing him to. "Alexander I need you to enter this room and attempt to use your ability on the person inside. You are free to take whatever actions you believe necessary, but know that all of your actions are being closely monitored." She nodded for him to enter, indicating where the curtain parted for him to pass through.
Sludgemouth
The mad priest
6' 6", 162 lbs. (presently). He has a pale complexion and an emaciated build due to a combination of illicit drug use and the effects of his ability.
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[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (21)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Purgatory[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Undying[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
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I shoulda' listened to Mr.T.
Testing, they called it, but to Jordan what they were doing to him was poorly justified torture. Or what would be torture if it were anyone other than him undergoing it. At some point during his "sentence" the kind folks at Pandora had schemed a testing regiment which consisted of a sick variant of blood dialysis involving just about every toxin known to mankind and a fair few that weren't. However in actuality Jordan suspected that this was in fact an experiment to see if it was possible to kill someone purely through boredom. At the start of this program the doctors were very careful in their selections and doses; slowly stepping up the dose until they were well past L.D:T (lethal dose: total). Initially they had expected a great deal of useful data as they had mistakenly thought that Jordan had finally begun to heal from his injuries and heroin abuse, but eventually they realized (with a substantial degree of irritation) that Jordan had simply learned to block out sensations of pain and that furthermore he couldn't tell the differences between the effects of the poison and his normal level of pain anyway. What had started as an informational gold mine eventually devolved into nurses simply plugging bags of undiluted toxins into him, such that would have even made Dr. Kevorkian uneasy.
For Jordan, today's testing was just as uneventful as any other. He sat in silent concentration, girding his mind against the perpetual firestorm of agony that had become his life. Things had become slightly better for him in recent times, as the doctors didn't even bother waiting around for the procedure to be finished, meaning that there was no one plaguing him with stupid questions.
If you could asses you pain level on a one to ten scale where would you say you are?
Thirteen...
Mhm, and what would you say your level of pain is normally?
Thirteen...
Now, I'm not going to be able to asses the effects of this procedure if you exaggerate like that.
I have a hole in my stomach the size of a small nation, that will never heal and hurts the same as the day I got it. So tell me again about how I'm exaggerating.
Nowadays the only voice Jordan heard was that of the orderly, reading aloud while they waited. She wasn't really and orderly so much as a security guard, posted in case Jordan up and decided he was going to go ballistic, but after nearly six (mostly uneventful) months that fact was mostly forgotten between the two of them. Jordan, very rarely spoke more than a few words a day to her, but had slowly begun to appreciate the presence of someone who didn't treat him like he was just a junkie, or a walking corpse... or both.
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[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (21)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Purgatory[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Undying[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][3][/SIZE]
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I shoulda' listened to Mr.T.
Testing, they called it, but to Jordan what they were doing to him was poorly justified torture. Or what would be torture if it were anyone other than him undergoing it. At some point during his "sentence" the kind folks at Pandora had schemed a testing regiment which consisted of a sick variant of blood dialysis involving just about every toxin known to mankind and a fair few that weren't. However in actuality Jordan suspected that this was in fact an experiment to see if it was possible to kill someone purely through boredom. At the start of this program the doctors were very careful in their selections and doses; slowly stepping up the dose until they were well past L.D:T (lethal dose: total). Initially they had expected a great deal of useful data as they had mistakenly thought that Jordan had finally begun to heal from his injuries and heroin abuse, but eventually they realized (with a substantial degree of irritation) that Jordan had simply learned to block out sensations of pain and that furthermore he couldn't tell the differences between the effects of the poison and his normal level of pain anyway. What had started as an informational gold mine eventually devolved into nurses simply plugging bags of undiluted toxins into him, such that would have even made Dr. Kevorkian uneasy.
For Jordan, today's testing was just as uneventful as any other. He sat in silent concentration, girding his mind against the perpetual firestorm of agony that had become his life. Things had become slightly better for him in recent times, as the doctors didn't even bother waiting around for the procedure to be finished, meaning that there was no one plaguing him with stupid questions.
If you could asses you pain level on a one to ten scale where would you say you are?
Thirteen...
Mhm, and what would you say your level of pain is normally?
Thirteen...
Now, I'm not going to be able to asses the effects of this procedure if you exaggerate like that.
I have a hole in my stomach the size of a small nation, that will never heal and hurts the same as the day I got it. So tell me again about how I'm exaggerating.
Nowadays the only voice Jordan heard was that of the orderly, reading aloud while they waited. She wasn't really and orderly so much as a security guard, posted in case Jordan up and decided he was going to go ballistic, but after nearly six (mostly uneventful) months that fact was mostly forgotten between the two of them. Jordan, very rarely spoke more than a few words a day to her, but had slowly begun to appreciate the presence of someone who didn't treat him like he was just a junkie, or a walking corpse... or both.
RatKing
Rodent Ruler
(Pre-Alteration) A short and skinny teenager with black hair and slightly tan skin.
(Post-Alteration) Robert now has the legs and tail of a kangaroo and his left arm is that of a bear’s arm. His usual attire consists of jeans, tee shirt, and a sweatshirt.
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[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (18)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Chimera[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Animal Limbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█ [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
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Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?
With some help from Ken, Robert was able to grab some food and eat while listening to some tips of how to deal with his tail. Although it was clear the would still have trouble simply getting around, the advice was still appreciated. After conversing with him for a while an announcement went off from an intercom. According to the voice which Robert was fairly certain was Dr.Ling, all the wards had to exit the the cafeteria and head to some housing area in the building where they would be monitored for a half a day. "What am I supposed to do for twelve hours? Stare at the ceiling while I grumble about being thirsty or something?" he complained under his breath.
A moment after the announcement ended a girl that looked about the same age as Robert stood up and volunteered to lead everyone out of the cafeteria and towards the rooms. Robert followed from the back of the group, figuring that from that he would need space since his hopping around with his new legs was incredibly awkward and he was likely to stumble about. According to the girl there were fifty rooms in total, but there probably wasn't much of a difference between any of them so Robert just picked a room at random an entered it.
Closing the door behind him Robert sighs as he looks around the room. It looked fairly alright as he hadn't expected much, it sort of reminded him of a dorm room in a university. "Well may as well lay down I guess. Get some rest and knock out some of those hours of quarantine or whatever..." he says as he awkwardly hops over to the bed, tripping and falling onto the side of the mattress. "I swear if I never master this whole hopping nonsense I think I'll go insane." he says he pulls himself onto the bed and begins to falls asleep.
(Post-Alteration) Robert now has the legs and tail of a kangaroo and his left arm is that of a bear’s arm. His usual attire consists of jeans, tee shirt, and a sweatshirt.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Robert Martinez[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (18)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Chimera[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Animal Limbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█ [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]RANGE[/SIZE]
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Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?
With some help from Ken, Robert was able to grab some food and eat while listening to some tips of how to deal with his tail. Although it was clear the would still have trouble simply getting around, the advice was still appreciated. After conversing with him for a while an announcement went off from an intercom. According to the voice which Robert was fairly certain was Dr.Ling, all the wards had to exit the the cafeteria and head to some housing area in the building where they would be monitored for a half a day. "What am I supposed to do for twelve hours? Stare at the ceiling while I grumble about being thirsty or something?" he complained under his breath.
A moment after the announcement ended a girl that looked about the same age as Robert stood up and volunteered to lead everyone out of the cafeteria and towards the rooms. Robert followed from the back of the group, figuring that from that he would need space since his hopping around with his new legs was incredibly awkward and he was likely to stumble about. According to the girl there were fifty rooms in total, but there probably wasn't much of a difference between any of them so Robert just picked a room at random an entered it.
Closing the door behind him Robert sighs as he looks around the room. It looked fairly alright as he hadn't expected much, it sort of reminded him of a dorm room in a university. "Well may as well lay down I guess. Get some rest and knock out some of those hours of quarantine or whatever..." he says as he awkwardly hops over to the bed, tripping and falling onto the side of the mattress. "I swear if I never master this whole hopping nonsense I think I'll go insane." he says he pulls himself onto the bed and begins to falls asleep.
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IctoraPost
You've got mail
A short-ish boy with light brown hair, green eyes and long fingers, usually seen wearing a light grey hoodie. The lower half of his body is a featureless mound of sticky liquid of various shades of brown.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Walter Mudel[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (12)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Slime[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Partial Liquefaction[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.
Walter put his fork down, slowly letting a breath out. That was… a meal. A very meal-like meal. Mediocre. But not horrible. He’d probably have to stay here in this facility for a while, so it was good that at least the food wouldn’t taste too bad. Sipping his cup of water, he glanced at the next table over. The winged guy and the girl sitting opposite him seemed to have been drinking some kind of juice the whole time, not eating anything. Walter understood why the man didn’t, being without arms and all, but how about the girl? Did she have a power that somehow made it so that she couldn’t eat?
Suddenly, a loud voice blared from above Walter, causing him jolt and spill some water on his shirt. Frowning, he grabbed a loose end of one of the towels sticking to his… legs? Blob? Slime? and started wiping at the spot as the speaker droned about bedrooms and… quarantine? That made him pause. Stuck in a room for twelve hours? Not that he usually went outside, anyway, but that was still a long time. What if he needed to use the bathroom? Wait… Walter looked down at his mound of a lower body. Where would all the stuff go? Would it just be… recycled into slime? That would be… He vigorously shook his head. Better not think about that.
Walter looked up. Everyone had left their tables now and were heading to the exit. Pushing his plate away, Walter reversed back and expertly weaved between the tables and pushed-out chairs, and, upon exiting the cafeteria, he turned to the left and continued until he found a hall containing many rooms. Fifty? That was a lot. But… that was only a hundred people. Out of the millions from the destroyed cities, they’d only expected a hundred to reach here. And a lot less actually did.
Suppressing an involuntary shiver, Walter moved down the hallway and stopped at a door about halfway down. He opened it. Beds. He turned around and checked the room opposite. More beds. He moved down to the next door. Normal. Entering, he looked around at the place he’d be sleeping in for the next while. Rather plain. Closing the door behind him, he motored along to one of the beds. Quite cramped, with this wheelchair. He’d need help if he wanted to move that other bed. Sighing, he lifted himself out of the chair and fell onto mattress. He felt surprisingly calm. Shouldn’t he still be freaking out about stuff? He knew pep talks were good for you, but not that good. Maybe it was something in the food. Maybe it was just shock. Maybe it was… he didn’t know. He was too tired. So he wrapped himself in covers, closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep after about an hour.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Walter Mudel[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (12)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Slime[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Partial Liquefaction[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Physical
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.
Walter put his fork down, slowly letting a breath out. That was… a meal. A very meal-like meal. Mediocre. But not horrible. He’d probably have to stay here in this facility for a while, so it was good that at least the food wouldn’t taste too bad. Sipping his cup of water, he glanced at the next table over. The winged guy and the girl sitting opposite him seemed to have been drinking some kind of juice the whole time, not eating anything. Walter understood why the man didn’t, being without arms and all, but how about the girl? Did she have a power that somehow made it so that she couldn’t eat?
Suddenly, a loud voice blared from above Walter, causing him jolt and spill some water on his shirt. Frowning, he grabbed a loose end of one of the towels sticking to his… legs? Blob? Slime? and started wiping at the spot as the speaker droned about bedrooms and… quarantine? That made him pause. Stuck in a room for twelve hours? Not that he usually went outside, anyway, but that was still a long time. What if he needed to use the bathroom? Wait… Walter looked down at his mound of a lower body. Where would all the stuff go? Would it just be… recycled into slime? That would be… He vigorously shook his head. Better not think about that.
Walter looked up. Everyone had left their tables now and were heading to the exit. Pushing his plate away, Walter reversed back and expertly weaved between the tables and pushed-out chairs, and, upon exiting the cafeteria, he turned to the left and continued until he found a hall containing many rooms. Fifty? That was a lot. But… that was only a hundred people. Out of the millions from the destroyed cities, they’d only expected a hundred to reach here. And a lot less actually did.
Suppressing an involuntary shiver, Walter moved down the hallway and stopped at a door about halfway down. He opened it. Beds. He turned around and checked the room opposite. More beds. He moved down to the next door. Normal. Entering, he looked around at the place he’d be sleeping in for the next while. Rather plain. Closing the door behind him, he motored along to one of the beds. Quite cramped, with this wheelchair. He’d need help if he wanted to move that other bed. Sighing, he lifted himself out of the chair and fell onto mattress. He felt surprisingly calm. Shouldn’t he still be freaking out about stuff? He knew pep talks were good for you, but not that good. Maybe it was something in the food. Maybe it was just shock. Maybe it was… he didn’t know. He was too tired. So he wrapped himself in covers, closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep after about an hour.
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_Calypso
Collector of Jars of Dirt
She is 5'3" with an average body size; it's not small, has little curves to it, but isn't overweight due to the stress she puts herself under and her eating habits. Shelby has hazel eyes with red hair that lays an inch or two past her shoulders and that's when she doesn't have it up in a bun. Her skin is fair, showing freckles on her cheekbones and other numerous parts of her body and has a piercing on her bottom lip.
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[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (17)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Elixir[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Injury Transferal[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
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My heals are not exactly free.
Shelby had finished her meal and made the usual small talk with the orderly until the announcement was heard. For her that meant she needed to go back to her room with a puzzle to finish. Standing up and putting her tray in the usual spot, she went to leave in the direction of her room but her orderly stopped at the door that she needed to open. "What are you smiling about?" she asked as she pushed it open herself, waiting for the woman to step through before continuing the walk. "Well I was going to tell you before lunch but then I thought you would be too excited to want to eat and meet the new kids but -" the orderly paused and glanced at Shelby, who was walking silently but turned to look at her in curiosity. "You're being moved from isolation to one of the regular wards. Only special order is you can't have a roommate, ever." The redhead couldn't help but look at her wide-eyed with her mouth slightly open. "You're serious?!" she asked hurriedly, and when the staff member nodded she grinned. "I can't believe it. Something different, I can actually.. Thank you!" She really wanted to hug the woman but she knew better so she just gave a thumbs up.
Getting back to what was soon to be her old room, Shelby didn't even blink when she put her puzzle all back in the bottom half of the box. She'd reassemble it in her new room. She was glad she never actually did much else or collected many things so it was basically the orderly and her carrying what she needed to the new place. As they got closer, Shelby heard the voices of the others in the distance but didn't waste any time especially with full hands; she made it to the hall and picked one of the empty, normal rooms with a bed. "Can you thank the scientist for me who decided this?" she asked as she set the things she carried at the foot of her bed. The orderly nodded and Shelby was still grinning ear to ear even when the woman left, Shelby peeking out the doorway to look at the others interacting. This was very much different from the isolation ward and it was like music to her ears to hear so much chatter. Something good in a dark time.
Taking a breath, she turned and looked at her things. Never before had she been more grateful to be able to say she was needing to unpack. It wasn't much which meant soon enough she could head into the hallway. Part of her wanted to re-setup that puzzle again though, at least to where she had it. Taking off her mitten gloves finally, she laid them on the pillow and got to work on the unpacking.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Shelby Powell[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (17)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Elixir[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Injury Transferal[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Life
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][3][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][1][/SIZE]
My heals are not exactly free.
Shelby had finished her meal and made the usual small talk with the orderly until the announcement was heard. For her that meant she needed to go back to her room with a puzzle to finish. Standing up and putting her tray in the usual spot, she went to leave in the direction of her room but her orderly stopped at the door that she needed to open. "What are you smiling about?" she asked as she pushed it open herself, waiting for the woman to step through before continuing the walk. "Well I was going to tell you before lunch but then I thought you would be too excited to want to eat and meet the new kids but -" the orderly paused and glanced at Shelby, who was walking silently but turned to look at her in curiosity. "You're being moved from isolation to one of the regular wards. Only special order is you can't have a roommate, ever." The redhead couldn't help but look at her wide-eyed with her mouth slightly open. "You're serious?!" she asked hurriedly, and when the staff member nodded she grinned. "I can't believe it. Something different, I can actually.. Thank you!" She really wanted to hug the woman but she knew better so she just gave a thumbs up.
Getting back to what was soon to be her old room, Shelby didn't even blink when she put her puzzle all back in the bottom half of the box. She'd reassemble it in her new room. She was glad she never actually did much else or collected many things so it was basically the orderly and her carrying what she needed to the new place. As they got closer, Shelby heard the voices of the others in the distance but didn't waste any time especially with full hands; she made it to the hall and picked one of the empty, normal rooms with a bed. "Can you thank the scientist for me who decided this?" she asked as she set the things she carried at the foot of her bed. The orderly nodded and Shelby was still grinning ear to ear even when the woman left, Shelby peeking out the doorway to look at the others interacting. This was very much different from the isolation ward and it was like music to her ears to hear so much chatter. Something good in a dark time.
Taking a breath, she turned and looked at her things. Never before had she been more grateful to be able to say she was needing to unpack. It wasn't much which meant soon enough she could head into the hallway. Part of her wanted to re-setup that puzzle again though, at least to where she had it. Taking off her mitten gloves finally, she laid them on the pillow and got to work on the unpacking.
Narcissus Malfoy
Lovegood
He is a tall teen standing at 6'2, he has a skinny complexion, blue eyes, white hair and his usual attire is a black hoodie with black pants and black sneakers. He has pale skin and his hair falls below his shoulders, but he always keeps it in a ponytail with a piece of hair falling on his face and covering his right eye.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Alexander De Leon[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (16)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Renaissance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Restoration[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Matter
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] PHASE[/SIZE]
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I am not a handyman! You fix your own stuff
Alexander was called by woman and was separated from the rest of the group. He entered through a locked door to an isolated part of the facility. "What is this place? Am I going to be tested? I do think so, but not in a conventional way". He said himself. He kept walking besides the doctor and noticed they were getting into a recluded part of the building.
They entered a room that had several doctors in. The doctor directed Alexander into a room and was shocked when he saw subject purgatory. He saw a wounded person that apparently was unable to heal.Before being able to say anything the doctor instructed him to do what he did to the glass but to the youngster. "Fine I'll do it". He said with fear, he decided to pull up his sleeves abd tried to remember what he did at cafeteria. "Well I touched the ... I know, I'll touch his skin". He decided to look at his arm before doing it, and when he touched the man the arm started to look like normal likeubtil it got completely restored.
[SIZE=18.6667px]Alexander De Leon[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (16)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Renaissance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=18.6667px]Restoration[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]
Matter
[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][2][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px]█[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] █ █ █[/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px] [/SIZE][SIZE=9.33333px][2][/SIZE]
I am not a handyman! You fix your own stuff
Alexander was called by woman and was separated from the rest of the group. He entered through a locked door to an isolated part of the facility. "What is this place? Am I going to be tested? I do think so, but not in a conventional way". He said himself. He kept walking besides the doctor and noticed they were getting into a recluded part of the building.
They entered a room that had several doctors in. The doctor directed Alexander into a room and was shocked when he saw subject purgatory. He saw a wounded person that apparently was unable to heal.Before being able to say anything the doctor instructed him to do what he did to the glass but to the youngster. "Fine I'll do it". He said with fear, he decided to pull up his sleeves abd tried to remember what he did at cafeteria. "Well I touched the ... I know, I'll touch his skin". He decided to look at his arm before doing it, and when he touched the man the arm started to look like normal likeubtil it got completely restored.
Ineptitude
One Thousand Club
An invisible girl, save for her clothing. Her usual attire consists of a green, knee-length A-line dress, a brown, unbuttoned cropped vest, a brown newsboy cap, and brown flats.
Antonia Carriedo
Female (12)
Subject Veil
Invisibility
TYPE
Energy
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
It's not nudity, it's convenience!
Hearing the vaguely familiar voice on the intercom, Antonia blinked as it continued to give instructions. At this point in time, she had long since finished showering and getting dressed, and she had just recently consumed the last of her food as well. The directives were a bit unclear for her, though, since she wasn't exactly focusing on what was said, but she supposed she got the general gist of it. Looking around with a curious gaze unseen by the rest of the world, the young girl saw that the others were already leaving their tables to head to the exit, and, with all her boundless enthusiasm, decided to do the same as them.
Hopping off of her seat, Antonia made her way out of the cafeteria, weaving around the chairs and tables with relative ease, well, as much ease as a child like her can have, and soon enough found herself in a rather lengthy hallway with doors lining it's walls. Thinking back to the instructions, the young girl couldn't help but frown, more like pout, a bit at the thought of having to stay in a room for twelve hours. She wasn't used to being held back from doing as she pleased, but she supposed it's for a good enough reason, as much as she disliked it.
After a bit of looking around, Antonia eventually found an empty room to stay in. It was a very simple room, and while she was a bit disappointed by this fact, she couldn't help but feel a bit excited at having to stay there. That didn't stop the uncomfortable feeling welling up in her stomach though. Walking up to the bed, she kicked off her flats and lifted herself up onto the mattress, removing her newsboy cap at the same time. She stared up at the ceiling for a while, before succumbing to her sudden fatigue, gradually falling asleep.
Antonia Carriedo
Female (12)
Subject Veil
Invisibility
TYPE
Energy
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
It's not nudity, it's convenience!
Hearing the vaguely familiar voice on the intercom, Antonia blinked as it continued to give instructions. At this point in time, she had long since finished showering and getting dressed, and she had just recently consumed the last of her food as well. The directives were a bit unclear for her, though, since she wasn't exactly focusing on what was said, but she supposed she got the general gist of it. Looking around with a curious gaze unseen by the rest of the world, the young girl saw that the others were already leaving their tables to head to the exit, and, with all her boundless enthusiasm, decided to do the same as them.
Hopping off of her seat, Antonia made her way out of the cafeteria, weaving around the chairs and tables with relative ease, well, as much ease as a child like her can have, and soon enough found herself in a rather lengthy hallway with doors lining it's walls. Thinking back to the instructions, the young girl couldn't help but frown, more like pout, a bit at the thought of having to stay in a room for twelve hours. She wasn't used to being held back from doing as she pleased, but she supposed it's for a good enough reason, as much as she disliked it.
After a bit of looking around, Antonia eventually found an empty room to stay in. It was a very simple room, and while she was a bit disappointed by this fact, she couldn't help but feel a bit excited at having to stay there. That didn't stop the uncomfortable feeling welling up in her stomach though. Walking up to the bed, she kicked off her flats and lifted herself up onto the mattress, removing her newsboy cap at the same time. She stared up at the ceiling for a while, before succumbing to her sudden fatigue, gradually falling asleep.
OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
As soon as the boy's fingers touched the patient's arm the burned and scarred skin rippled and changed, becoming fresh and pink before returning back to a normal, healthy tone. Even the hair that had been burned away reappeared, each one exactly as it had been before being seared away. The ripple of restoration moved on, moving beneath bandages that covered presumably more burns, up the man's neck, over his face. Here the burns were the worst, but blackened skin softened and molded back into place, hair regrew exactly as it had been, and then the patient's eyes suddenly opened. They locked on those of the boy standing over him, at first simply staring blankly, then filed with confusion, then panic as he recalled what had happened and his brain tried to image all of the pain it thought he should be feeling then but wasn't. The man began to struggle against his restraints and bandages, unable to speak because of the tubes coming from his mouth.
More people in which coats rushed to respond to the patent's struggling, but the woman who'd led Alexander here simply took him by the shoulder and led him back out of the room. "That concludes this test," she said simply, nothing in her voice indicating if he'd passed or failed, or even if there was any passing or failing this kind of test. It was just as she said: the test was over. She led him back to the cafeteria. "Please go through those doors and down the hallway to the left, out of the gymnasium, and enter one of the unoccupied rooms to begin your quarantine period. The other new arrivals have already begun theirs, and you will be released at the same time as them due to your cooperation with the test. Have pleasant dreams." The woman exited back through the door towards the medical area.
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
It had to have been hours, at least it felt like it could have been, from when he was locked alone in that terrible room to when he finally lost consciousness. He didn't touch the books Alyssa had let him borrow. She said they'd help with the thoughts, but he wasn't strong enough to even resist them enough to force himself to pick up one of the books and try to read. He just wanted to sleep and not have to think anymore, about anything. A face flashed into his thoughts, and he couldn't breathe as all of the pain that single thought brought up crushed his chest. Dead. They were both dead. No, they were all dead. Every single one of them. Instead of just his parents' faces, now every face he could ever recall flew through his mind in a rapid blur of names and faces. None of them hurt quite as bad as his parents' faces, but there were so many. They were all dead.
Death. He'd never had to think of it before now. It had always been something abstract that happened to others far, far away from wherever he was. His troubled mind filled with every blurry image and vague rendering he could ever recall seeing on the news. What Omega was supposed to look like. Or was it Alpha? He could never remember which one was the good one and which one was evil. His mom had said Alpha began with A, like Angel, and angels were good. Omega was the evil black one. Yes, that was him. Death. The one who had taken everything from him. The terrible thoughts didn't want to let Nick sleep, but even they lost out to exhaustion after a point. He fell into blackness thinking of that evil being.
And then his mind just started back up again.
A boy with platinum blond hair that looks almost white in some light and bright glacier blue eyes that quite fittingly seem to be able to see right through a person.
Christian Northcut
Male (14)
Subject Omni
[SIZE= 18.6667px]Telepathy[/SIZE]
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [2]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [3]
...
A boy walked soundlessly down the hall of closed doors, running his hand along one side. He didn't have a room here, he was only here to fulfill a promise he'd made. The lights in the hall were off, and the rooms' occupants all asleep, some more soundly than others. All but one. He stopped in front of Alyssa's door and let the white noise that filled his mind fall just enough to whisper her name into the darkness. The boy's mouth never moved, the whisper entirely in his head. But the young woman heard it regardless, and after a delay she slipped out of her room to join the boy in the dark hallway.
"Sorry, I had to-" She was stopped by the boy's silent stare. Sorry, I forgot, she said inside her head. I had to extract myself from Emily, she fell asleep next to me. The boy nodded as if to say it was fine and continued moving down the hall. I wasn't sure you'd have remembered, Alyssa went on. I suppose we're going to the gym just to get away from where the others might hear? He nodded again. His ability let him hear the thoughts of others, but it also made anyone nearby hear his own thoughts. He'd figured out how to fill his mind with white noise most of the time so everyone nearby wouldn't hear every single idle thought as it popped into his head, but if he wanted to hold a conversation he needed to focus, and he didn't want to be projecting his every thought where too many people were, even if they were asleep and probably wouldn't really hear any of it, or at least not remember anything they heard.
He'd gotten used to hearing what others were thinking as well, which was a good thing since he could't turn his power off. When it was just a few people he could hear what they were thinking pretty clearly, but many more people and it tended to all blur into one big jumble of thoughts he couldn't really get anything from. That and hearing a lot of people thinking all at once was really loud and gave him a headache. Sleeping people didn't think nearly as much as awake ones. He thought of waking people like thunderclouds shooting off thoughts in every direction, and sleeping ones as just white poofy clouds that drifted along nice and slow. He stopped walking after only moving a dozen feet past Alyssa's room. The person inside was asleep. At least it felt like they were, but at the same time it didn't. He'd never felt anything like it before. Who was that?
Nick, Alyssa thought in response to his own thoughts. He hadn't realized he'd started thinking about it loud enough for her to hear. He again masked his mind behind a wall of mental white noise. No one else seemed to have stirred from his rogue thoughts, but he continued on to the gymnasium before continuing anyway.
So who was that person? He asked Alyssa silently, inside his head. If those Pandora coats wanted to check the tapes they'd have a hell of a time trying to figure out what sort of conversation he and Alyssa were having
His name is Nick.
What's his deal?
I'm not sure yet. Whatever price he paid, I didn't see what it might be. No one was really asking the new arrivals about themselves. Didn't want to make them start thinking about what they'd just lost. Why are you asking about him in particular though?
The boy put up his white noise as he gathered his thoughts. I... the message distorted as he recalled the things he'd felt from Nick's mind. I felt something odd from him when I passed by his room. It's probably nothing, just him dreaming or something. It isn't important, I was just curious. But you wanted me to listen for something.
Yes, the new arrivals. How many?
I'm not certain, but there was at least one for sure. A bunch of people were moving around at the time and it was really loud, but I definitely heard someone that felt like a survivor. Even better, she was thinking one thing so loud I think I even know what her power is!
Really? Alyssa's eyes widened. She hadn't been expecting him to find out that much, she'd just wanted him to find out if there were any survivors brought directly into the box.
She burned a man alive. Her power is definitely something with fire.
Alyssa's eyes narrowed. That would be a dangerous power for sure. She might be able to work around it, but others certainly wouldn't.
The boy stared at her with a probing look on his face. She quickly obscured her thoughts with a quick decisive thought of a door closing. Before now he'd thought himself the only one with enough mental awareness to do a trick like that. But if anyone could keep him from hearing their every thought it would certainly be Alyssa. The girl who could do everything.
Not everything, just what I need to, she said with a smile. So just that one girl? No one else?
That's the only one I heard for sure. There could be others. I just don't know.
Not even a dozen survivors. So few. Her mind filled with thoughts of a dead, empty world. She distracted her mind again. She smiled at him. So how's Siren doing lately?
He perked up immediately at the mention of the girl who was the reason he chose to stay in the lower levels instead of up here with the other "safe" wards. His mind filled with bright and warm thoughts that spilled over into Alyssa's head for her to see as well. The two of them would continue their silent conversation for some time, but eventually the boy had to excuse himself and return back to his room below, before Siren woke up and wondered where he'd gone off to.
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
He was back in the city. It was night, but some quirk of dream logic made it so he could see his surroundings. Fallen buildings and rubble, as far as the eye could see. The fires were out, the water and electric shut off. Perfect stillness, perfect silence. He stumbled forward. There, right there, it looked as if the rubble had been disturbed, some of it pushed aside. He knew what he would find when he looked there, but he was unable to stop himself. He reached down and pushed aside more pieces of what had been his home. The concrete and brick and wood moved aside easily, even though in real life he wouldn't have been strong enough to move any of it. A larger piece of wall. A darker color. A voice inside his mind screaming for him to stop. If he looked there something terrible would happen.
He lifted the rubble away and pushed it aside. A rushing sound filled his ears. "Mom..." His own voice sounded unnatural and distorted. The whole world was tilting beneath him. She was right there, her body still curled around where he'd been trapped before the soldiers had dug him out, her entire back and head crushed by the wight that had crashed down on top of her. She'd died right way, but had kept her son alive. His chest hurt. Why, why this? He wanted to cry, but it wasn't coming out. The pain was just building up inside his chest.
He stood back up, his legs feeling like nothing but dead weight, leaned back to face the sky, and let out all of his pain and anguish and everything else he was feeling as a inhuman roar. The silence of the night broke apart by the sound, again and again he let everything out. His throat should have hurt, but it didn't. He turned and ran away from his home and his mother's corpse. He stumbled on loose rubble but just kept running. Wake up Nick, wake up. Please... let me wake up.
A light in the distance. Something besides death and destruction. He turned towards it. His legs should have given up long ago, but the dream kept him from falling. The distance closed unnaturally fast, until he could see that the light was a fire, multiple small fires, and lamps, and spotlights. Tents set up all around. Men, they looked like the soldiers that had pulled him from the rubble, sitting around and talking or eating. He called out to them, and some turned. Their faces changed from confusion to shock. He reached the camp and ran up to the closest soldier. He wrapped his arms around the man. Men were yelling. The man in his arms was shaking. Wait, why could he reach all the way around the man? Why was he taller than the soldier? Why were his hands and arms wet?
Nick let go of the man and stumbled back. The soldier fell to the ground, deep gouges cut into his back and sides pouring blood. Nick stared horrified at his hands, or what should have bee his hands. But they weren't his. They were ragged and black and tipped with long terrible claws, now dripping dark blood from... the person he'd just killed? He couldn't breath. Please just let me wake up from this. The soldiers had surrounded him and a gun was pointed at him from each one. One of them pulled the trigger, and then all the rest did the same. Heat and cold and pain and death and darkness.
Nick jumped up in the same bed he'd fallen asleep in, covered in sweat, heart racing, breathing hard. He was still dead tired, but he'd never been so relieved to be awake. It was still too early to leave the room, so he went over to the stack of books Alyssa had given him and grabbed the top one.
A girl with brown hair and blue eyes, she's often wearing some kind of sleeveless dress. Her skin is marked by patches of red scales, the locations of which change often.
Alyssa Woods
Female (18)
Subject Salamander
Red Scales
TYPE
Physical
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to listen to you, I'm here.
Alyssa was pulling the rack of assorted balls from the storeroom when a not-quite-perky Michael wandered from the hallway on his way to the cafeteria for some breakfast. "What are you up to at this ungodly hour?" he asked her. He took note that she was still wearing her sleepwear.
"I figure the new arrivals might enjoy a game of Ball Ball," she said cheerfully.
Michael frowned. "Which version? Not war. We barely survived the last game, and most of us not counting Spark were actually following the rules that time."
"No, not war. I'm thinking the dodgeball one. And to make it more fair we give the new arrivals Rachel and Spark."
"Both very good ideas. Rachel so you don't end up wiping them all out and Spark so they don't have to go against that. Is there anything I can do to help you set up?"
"No no, you just go grab breakfast. I've already got everything pretty much set up." She smiled at him. Michael just shrugged and carried on into the cafeteria.
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
He had just started on the third book in the pile when he heard a click. The intercoms came to life and the same voice spoke out of them. "New arrivals, your isolation period has come to an end. If you failed in any way you will be spoken to, otherwise your doors have been unlocked and you are free to begin your new life as a ward of Pandora. The cafeteria will be serving breakfast until 9, today's special is..." The voice paused as if consulting whatever paper he was obviously reading from. "Chicken and waffles. You have Subject Spark to blame for this, as he requested this meal. That is all." Nick stood and walked over to the door. His head was throbbing like he had a headache, and he still felt as tired as he had the night before. The little sleep he'd managed to get hadn't been enough.
He walked through the door and shuffled down the hall and through the gym to the cafeteria, where he was met by what at first seemed to be a perfect reenactment of when he'd walked in to the room for the first time the day before. But no, when he looked closer there were differences. That older boy was sitting eating instead of chasing around the one everyone else called Spark, and he was sitting eating with two other kids. One was new, someone he didn't recall seeing the night before, but the other was the girl who'd been drinking something out of a cup with the guy who had no arms. There he was, sitting with that other girl whose name he didn't know. The armless guy was having his breakfast fed to him by what looked like a member of the staff. He didn't see Alyssa in the room, but he did see Emily sitting alone. He went to sit with her, smacking his face into the invisible wall that surrounded her. She looked at him, shook her head, and moved closer to let him in.
When he was done eating - they really were serving chicken and waffles - Nick went to look for Alyssa. When he didn't find her in the gym we went to her door and knocked, but no one answered and he didn't want to just go in. Were there other places she could be? He was about to start trying random doors until he found one unlocked when he saw her walking down the hall. "Alyssa!" He ran to greet her.
"What's the matter Nick?" She was wearing a white tank top and shorts, entirely different from the bright red dress of the day before. Was she going to play a sport?
"I was just looking for you. You weren't at breakfast."
"Oh I'm sorry about that, I ate earlier and just went to change."
"Why'd you change? Are you playing a sport?"
Alyssa ruffled his hair. "Yup, and you are too. Everyone's going to play. Come on, let's go get the others and tell them."
A pale boy with black hair. He wears dark colored shirts and altered pants with an opening in the back. He has a thick, four foot long tail covered in gray scales.
Ken Nguyen
Male (16)
Subject Naga
Serpent's Tail
TYPE
Physical
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
I'd have it removed if I didn't know it would just grow back.
Ken went to the room he'd seen the kangaroo boy go into the night before and waited outside for him to come out once the announcement that the quarantine period was over came over the intercom. When the door eventually opened he greeted Robert again. "Come with me," he said ominously, the mood immediately lost when a friendly smile broke out across his face. What he had to show turned out to be just one of the rooms off the gymnasium. At first it didn't look like anything special, just some padded walls and a black floor. At least until Ken jumped into the room and the floor dropped down beneath his feet. He shot into the air. It was a trampoline. The entire floor of the room was one big trampoline. "I figured you could use this to get used to the hopping," he said between rising and falling. "I don't know if it'll help much, It just seemed like something to try." He shrugged, flipping over in the air as he did so.
More people in which coats rushed to respond to the patent's struggling, but the woman who'd led Alexander here simply took him by the shoulder and led him back out of the room. "That concludes this test," she said simply, nothing in her voice indicating if he'd passed or failed, or even if there was any passing or failing this kind of test. It was just as she said: the test was over. She led him back to the cafeteria. "Please go through those doors and down the hallway to the left, out of the gymnasium, and enter one of the unoccupied rooms to begin your quarantine period. The other new arrivals have already begun theirs, and you will be released at the same time as them due to your cooperation with the test. Have pleasant dreams." The woman exited back through the door towards the medical area.
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
It had to have been hours, at least it felt like it could have been, from when he was locked alone in that terrible room to when he finally lost consciousness. He didn't touch the books Alyssa had let him borrow. She said they'd help with the thoughts, but he wasn't strong enough to even resist them enough to force himself to pick up one of the books and try to read. He just wanted to sleep and not have to think anymore, about anything. A face flashed into his thoughts, and he couldn't breathe as all of the pain that single thought brought up crushed his chest. Dead. They were both dead. No, they were all dead. Every single one of them. Instead of just his parents' faces, now every face he could ever recall flew through his mind in a rapid blur of names and faces. None of them hurt quite as bad as his parents' faces, but there were so many. They were all dead.
Death. He'd never had to think of it before now. It had always been something abstract that happened to others far, far away from wherever he was. His troubled mind filled with every blurry image and vague rendering he could ever recall seeing on the news. What Omega was supposed to look like. Or was it Alpha? He could never remember which one was the good one and which one was evil. His mom had said Alpha began with A, like Angel, and angels were good. Omega was the evil black one. Yes, that was him. Death. The one who had taken everything from him. The terrible thoughts didn't want to let Nick sleep, but even they lost out to exhaustion after a point. He fell into blackness thinking of that evil being.
And then his mind just started back up again.
A boy with platinum blond hair that looks almost white in some light and bright glacier blue eyes that quite fittingly seem to be able to see right through a person.
Christian Northcut
Male (14)
Subject Omni
[SIZE= 18.6667px]Telepathy[/SIZE]
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [2]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [3]
...
A boy walked soundlessly down the hall of closed doors, running his hand along one side. He didn't have a room here, he was only here to fulfill a promise he'd made. The lights in the hall were off, and the rooms' occupants all asleep, some more soundly than others. All but one. He stopped in front of Alyssa's door and let the white noise that filled his mind fall just enough to whisper her name into the darkness. The boy's mouth never moved, the whisper entirely in his head. But the young woman heard it regardless, and after a delay she slipped out of her room to join the boy in the dark hallway.
"Sorry, I had to-" She was stopped by the boy's silent stare. Sorry, I forgot, she said inside her head. I had to extract myself from Emily, she fell asleep next to me. The boy nodded as if to say it was fine and continued moving down the hall. I wasn't sure you'd have remembered, Alyssa went on. I suppose we're going to the gym just to get away from where the others might hear? He nodded again. His ability let him hear the thoughts of others, but it also made anyone nearby hear his own thoughts. He'd figured out how to fill his mind with white noise most of the time so everyone nearby wouldn't hear every single idle thought as it popped into his head, but if he wanted to hold a conversation he needed to focus, and he didn't want to be projecting his every thought where too many people were, even if they were asleep and probably wouldn't really hear any of it, or at least not remember anything they heard.
He'd gotten used to hearing what others were thinking as well, which was a good thing since he could't turn his power off. When it was just a few people he could hear what they were thinking pretty clearly, but many more people and it tended to all blur into one big jumble of thoughts he couldn't really get anything from. That and hearing a lot of people thinking all at once was really loud and gave him a headache. Sleeping people didn't think nearly as much as awake ones. He thought of waking people like thunderclouds shooting off thoughts in every direction, and sleeping ones as just white poofy clouds that drifted along nice and slow. He stopped walking after only moving a dozen feet past Alyssa's room. The person inside was asleep. At least it felt like they were, but at the same time it didn't. He'd never felt anything like it before. Who was that?
Nick, Alyssa thought in response to his own thoughts. He hadn't realized he'd started thinking about it loud enough for her to hear. He again masked his mind behind a wall of mental white noise. No one else seemed to have stirred from his rogue thoughts, but he continued on to the gymnasium before continuing anyway.
So who was that person? He asked Alyssa silently, inside his head. If those Pandora coats wanted to check the tapes they'd have a hell of a time trying to figure out what sort of conversation he and Alyssa were having
His name is Nick.
What's his deal?
I'm not sure yet. Whatever price he paid, I didn't see what it might be. No one was really asking the new arrivals about themselves. Didn't want to make them start thinking about what they'd just lost. Why are you asking about him in particular though?
The boy put up his white noise as he gathered his thoughts. I... the message distorted as he recalled the things he'd felt from Nick's mind. I felt something odd from him when I passed by his room. It's probably nothing, just him dreaming or something. It isn't important, I was just curious. But you wanted me to listen for something.
Yes, the new arrivals. How many?
I'm not certain, but there was at least one for sure. A bunch of people were moving around at the time and it was really loud, but I definitely heard someone that felt like a survivor. Even better, she was thinking one thing so loud I think I even know what her power is!
Really? Alyssa's eyes widened. She hadn't been expecting him to find out that much, she'd just wanted him to find out if there were any survivors brought directly into the box.
She burned a man alive. Her power is definitely something with fire.
Alyssa's eyes narrowed. That would be a dangerous power for sure. She might be able to work around it, but others certainly wouldn't.
The boy stared at her with a probing look on his face. She quickly obscured her thoughts with a quick decisive thought of a door closing. Before now he'd thought himself the only one with enough mental awareness to do a trick like that. But if anyone could keep him from hearing their every thought it would certainly be Alyssa. The girl who could do everything.
Not everything, just what I need to, she said with a smile. So just that one girl? No one else?
That's the only one I heard for sure. There could be others. I just don't know.
Not even a dozen survivors. So few. Her mind filled with thoughts of a dead, empty world. She distracted her mind again. She smiled at him. So how's Siren doing lately?
He perked up immediately at the mention of the girl who was the reason he chose to stay in the lower levels instead of up here with the other "safe" wards. His mind filled with bright and warm thoughts that spilled over into Alyssa's head for her to see as well. The two of them would continue their silent conversation for some time, but eventually the boy had to excuse himself and return back to his room below, before Siren woke up and wondered where he'd gone off to.
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
He was back in the city. It was night, but some quirk of dream logic made it so he could see his surroundings. Fallen buildings and rubble, as far as the eye could see. The fires were out, the water and electric shut off. Perfect stillness, perfect silence. He stumbled forward. There, right there, it looked as if the rubble had been disturbed, some of it pushed aside. He knew what he would find when he looked there, but he was unable to stop himself. He reached down and pushed aside more pieces of what had been his home. The concrete and brick and wood moved aside easily, even though in real life he wouldn't have been strong enough to move any of it. A larger piece of wall. A darker color. A voice inside his mind screaming for him to stop. If he looked there something terrible would happen.
He lifted the rubble away and pushed it aside. A rushing sound filled his ears. "Mom..." His own voice sounded unnatural and distorted. The whole world was tilting beneath him. She was right there, her body still curled around where he'd been trapped before the soldiers had dug him out, her entire back and head crushed by the wight that had crashed down on top of her. She'd died right way, but had kept her son alive. His chest hurt. Why, why this? He wanted to cry, but it wasn't coming out. The pain was just building up inside his chest.
He stood back up, his legs feeling like nothing but dead weight, leaned back to face the sky, and let out all of his pain and anguish and everything else he was feeling as a inhuman roar. The silence of the night broke apart by the sound, again and again he let everything out. His throat should have hurt, but it didn't. He turned and ran away from his home and his mother's corpse. He stumbled on loose rubble but just kept running. Wake up Nick, wake up. Please... let me wake up.
A light in the distance. Something besides death and destruction. He turned towards it. His legs should have given up long ago, but the dream kept him from falling. The distance closed unnaturally fast, until he could see that the light was a fire, multiple small fires, and lamps, and spotlights. Tents set up all around. Men, they looked like the soldiers that had pulled him from the rubble, sitting around and talking or eating. He called out to them, and some turned. Their faces changed from confusion to shock. He reached the camp and ran up to the closest soldier. He wrapped his arms around the man. Men were yelling. The man in his arms was shaking. Wait, why could he reach all the way around the man? Why was he taller than the soldier? Why were his hands and arms wet?
Nick let go of the man and stumbled back. The soldier fell to the ground, deep gouges cut into his back and sides pouring blood. Nick stared horrified at his hands, or what should have bee his hands. But they weren't his. They were ragged and black and tipped with long terrible claws, now dripping dark blood from... the person he'd just killed? He couldn't breath. Please just let me wake up from this. The soldiers had surrounded him and a gun was pointed at him from each one. One of them pulled the trigger, and then all the rest did the same. Heat and cold and pain and death and darkness.
Nick jumped up in the same bed he'd fallen asleep in, covered in sweat, heart racing, breathing hard. He was still dead tired, but he'd never been so relieved to be awake. It was still too early to leave the room, so he went over to the stack of books Alyssa had given him and grabbed the top one.
A girl with brown hair and blue eyes, she's often wearing some kind of sleeveless dress. Her skin is marked by patches of red scales, the locations of which change often.
Alyssa Woods
Female (18)
Subject Salamander
Red Scales
TYPE
Physical
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to listen to you, I'm here.
Alyssa was pulling the rack of assorted balls from the storeroom when a not-quite-perky Michael wandered from the hallway on his way to the cafeteria for some breakfast. "What are you up to at this ungodly hour?" he asked her. He took note that she was still wearing her sleepwear.
"I figure the new arrivals might enjoy a game of Ball Ball," she said cheerfully.
Michael frowned. "Which version? Not war. We barely survived the last game, and most of us not counting Spark were actually following the rules that time."
"No, not war. I'm thinking the dodgeball one. And to make it more fair we give the new arrivals Rachel and Spark."
"Both very good ideas. Rachel so you don't end up wiping them all out and Spark so they don't have to go against that. Is there anything I can do to help you set up?"
"No no, you just go grab breakfast. I've already got everything pretty much set up." She smiled at him. Michael just shrugged and carried on into the cafeteria.
A boy with light brow hair and brown eyes with dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep.
Nick Young
Male (8)
Subject Night Terror
Chronic Nightmares
TYPE
Mental
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Just let me sleep!
He had just started on the third book in the pile when he heard a click. The intercoms came to life and the same voice spoke out of them. "New arrivals, your isolation period has come to an end. If you failed in any way you will be spoken to, otherwise your doors have been unlocked and you are free to begin your new life as a ward of Pandora. The cafeteria will be serving breakfast until 9, today's special is..." The voice paused as if consulting whatever paper he was obviously reading from. "Chicken and waffles. You have Subject Spark to blame for this, as he requested this meal. That is all." Nick stood and walked over to the door. His head was throbbing like he had a headache, and he still felt as tired as he had the night before. The little sleep he'd managed to get hadn't been enough.
He walked through the door and shuffled down the hall and through the gym to the cafeteria, where he was met by what at first seemed to be a perfect reenactment of when he'd walked in to the room for the first time the day before. But no, when he looked closer there were differences. That older boy was sitting eating instead of chasing around the one everyone else called Spark, and he was sitting eating with two other kids. One was new, someone he didn't recall seeing the night before, but the other was the girl who'd been drinking something out of a cup with the guy who had no arms. There he was, sitting with that other girl whose name he didn't know. The armless guy was having his breakfast fed to him by what looked like a member of the staff. He didn't see Alyssa in the room, but he did see Emily sitting alone. He went to sit with her, smacking his face into the invisible wall that surrounded her. She looked at him, shook her head, and moved closer to let him in.
When he was done eating - they really were serving chicken and waffles - Nick went to look for Alyssa. When he didn't find her in the gym we went to her door and knocked, but no one answered and he didn't want to just go in. Were there other places she could be? He was about to start trying random doors until he found one unlocked when he saw her walking down the hall. "Alyssa!" He ran to greet her.
"What's the matter Nick?" She was wearing a white tank top and shorts, entirely different from the bright red dress of the day before. Was she going to play a sport?
"I was just looking for you. You weren't at breakfast."
"Oh I'm sorry about that, I ate earlier and just went to change."
"Why'd you change? Are you playing a sport?"
Alyssa ruffled his hair. "Yup, and you are too. Everyone's going to play. Come on, let's go get the others and tell them."
A pale boy with black hair. He wears dark colored shirts and altered pants with an opening in the back. He has a thick, four foot long tail covered in gray scales.
Ken Nguyen
Male (16)
Subject Naga
Serpent's Tail
TYPE
Physical
DANGER
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
PHASE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
RANGE
█ █ █ █ █ [1]
I'd have it removed if I didn't know it would just grow back.
Ken went to the room he'd seen the kangaroo boy go into the night before and waited outside for him to come out once the announcement that the quarantine period was over came over the intercom. When the door eventually opened he greeted Robert again. "Come with me," he said ominously, the mood immediately lost when a friendly smile broke out across his face. What he had to show turned out to be just one of the rooms off the gymnasium. At first it didn't look like anything special, just some padded walls and a black floor. At least until Ken jumped into the room and the floor dropped down beneath his feet. He shot into the air. It was a trampoline. The entire floor of the room was one big trampoline. "I figured you could use this to get used to the hopping," he said between rising and falling. "I don't know if it'll help much, It just seemed like something to try." He shrugged, flipping over in the air as he did so.
