Pandora Pennsylvania Location

(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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Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?







Robert awoke when he heard a message being given from the intercom. The message informed everyone that the quarantine was over and that the breakfast for the day was waffles and chicken. "Man who the heck eats waffles with chicken for breakfast? Isn't that like more of a lunch or something?" He said to himself as he began to slowly get out of the bed. His legs felt sore, but that was probably to be expected from all the hopping around he had done the day before.  It wasn't long after the intercom message that a knock was heard at the door of the room. Robert looked at the door and raised an eyebrow. “Wonder who it is…”He mumbled as he carefully headed towards the door and opened it up to see that it was Ken who asking for Robert to follow him. Not being that hungry and somewhat interested in where Ken wanted to take him, Robert followed to a room by the gymnasium. The room seemed fairly boring until Ken demonstrated that the floor of this room was actually a trampoline. He had figured that this room could help Robert get use to his hopping. “Wow.. Thanks for looking out for me man. I don't know if this will help either, but I'm willing to try it just so I don’t keep losing my balance and tripping all about” He said gratefully before jumping onto the trampoline.
 
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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My heals are not exactly free.





Shelby had finally settled into her room, got some rest and woke up to the intercom, listening to it as she stared at the puzzle that was 3/4ths of the way done from the day before. "I'll finish you tonight." she spoke to it like it was a living being before she changed out of her pajamas, throwing her red hair up into a messy bun before stepping out of the room. This was the first morning she didn't need to wait for someone to escort her and it was amazing to be able to walk even by herself to the cafeteria. This was also the first morning for the new arrivals to be out of their quarantine and now she could actually go and sit with someone else at breakfast, a reasonable distance from someone that wasn't Michael poking her cheek. Without thinking about it she rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand remembering the last morning just as she walked in, smelling the chicken and waffles almost immediately. Leave it to Spark to pick something out of the ordinary.


She grabbed the food, saying thanks to the cooks before taking a seat at the table which she usually saw Alyssa sitting at but she wasn't there in her spot. Glancing around she could only guess the girl was up to something else for the new kids. Alyssa was a year older than her so it was natural to see her taking order when the new arrivals happened. Shelby before couldn't really do much and she was still testing the waters with these new boundaries. Even right now she still had her gloves with her, one on the hand she didn't use to eat with, the other holding her fork as she stabbed one of the bites of chicken. She made small conversation, finishing her breakfast as she did and as she got up to put her tray up and walk back to the table she spotted Alyssa in the hallway with one of the new kids coming to the cafeteria. She peeked her head out of the entryway as she slipped her one glove back over her hand, waving to them both. "I can only guess that we are about to play a sport with those clothes on. I guess you ate already too?" she asked Alyssa with a smile before looking at the young boy. "I'm Shelby, or Subject Elixir if you rather call me that."


Mention: @OverconfidentMagi
 
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.




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[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (12)[/SIZE]




[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Slime[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.6667px]Partial Liquefaction[/SIZE]




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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.





Walter bolted upright then immediately fell over, tumbling off the bed, crashing into the wheelchair then ricocheting straight into the back-breakingly hard floor. He groaned. What a start to the day. Dragging himself up while gripping the edge of the bed, he reflected on the terrible nightmare he’d just had. He couldn’t remember any of it. The lingering effects of the dream still stuck with him, though. The pain. The terror. The despair. He shook his head. Don’t think about it. He glanced up and just caught the intercom saying something about… Subject Spark? Was that a person? Mentally shrugging, he started awkwardly lifting himself onto the wheelchair.


He paused. The towels around his… he still didn’t know what to call it. Well, the towels were completely soaked through with slime, probably needing to be changed. He seized a corner of one with both hands, took a deep breath, and then wrenched it sideways. It came off easily. Surprised, Walter nearly lost his balance again, but managed to grab onto the wheelchair before he could fall. Did the slime make it so that it wouldn’t stick so tightly? That would be useful. He stuck the towel back onto his… thing, then looked at his slimy hands. He should probably wash them, but to get to the bathroom, he’d have to use the wheelchair and get gloop onto the controls, so he settled on wiping them on the spare bed instead.


By the time Walter got to the cafeteria, half an hour had passed. He’d had an incident with the wheelchair on the way there that he’d rather not talk about to anyone. Luckily, no one had seen him. Except for the security cameras that were probably hidden in every corner, watching his every move, even now, as he breathed in the air of the cafeteria, smelling the smells of waffles and… chicken? He made his way over to where the cooks were serving breakfast. Wow. Waffles and chicken. Who’d have thought? As he motored along back to a table, holding his tray of waffles and chicken, he glanced left and saw two older girls and a boy near the cafeteria entrance. One was wearing a tank top and shorts. He briefly wondered what they were discussing before reaching a table, setting down his food, then digging in.

 
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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


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If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to listen to you, I'm here.








"Ah Shelby, it is so good to see you. I'm sorry for not coming to speak with you last night, thing's were simply a bit hectic what with so many new faces joining us so suddenly." She would, of course, never admit to just how involved she'd been in orchestrating each encounter and interaction that had occurred between survivor old and new. "How are you doing? I did notice that you took up one of the rooms last night. Does this mean that they've deemed you not a threat? Will you be living with the rest of us from now on?" She grabbed the other girl's gloved hand. "Oh that would be so wonderful! Congratulations!"


She leaned down. "Nick, this is young lady is Shelby. She's the same as all of the survivors who didn't arrive yesterday, we all came from the New York Incident last year. She's a very good person, so do be kind to her." Nick mumbled a polite hello, but seemed much more reserved towards this person than he was towards Alyssa. He was practically clinging to her side. "One thing you should know though," she warned him, "is that Shelby's price for being a survivor is a bit unpleasant. You see, whenever she touches someone, either they or her can get hurt. So just be careful and mind yourself." She smiled warmly at the boy. "The same can be said about most of those here though. Everyone paid some price for surviving, and given the right, or wrong, situation they can cause pain. No one means to do it, it simply happens. Well aside from Spark, he does enjoy giving shocks. Just be careful and please forgive them if it does happen." She set her hand on top of Nick's head. "Speaking of, do you have any idea what your price might have been?"


"You mean the superpower thing that the doctor asked about?"


Alyssa nodded, "Yes that's one way to think of it I suppose, though nothing so far is so convenient to be much of a superpower."


Nick's eyes dropped to the floor. "No... I don't have anything special like the rest of them."


It was as she'd predicted, an unknown. Most of the prices the survivors paid were plain to see, changing them or their surroundings in some way, but others weren't so immediately apparent. Maybe Nick's price was something mental, like Omni being able to hear thoughts. Or maybe he was one of those immortal types. How could anyone even test for that? She didn't think that Pandora would go that far, at least not without being absolutely certain first. At the very least it was something to be aware of. "Don't look so down," she said in a comforting voice. "Everyone who's survived has their own price, and not many of us got anything too glamorous." She tapped her fingernail against a patch of hard crimson scales on her forearm. "Though I suppose once this is all over Ken and I could star in a circus act as half lizard people."


Nick wasn't sure how to respond to that. He felt like he'd said something wrong but wasn't sure what. "Sorry," he mumbled regardless. All he knew was that he'd made Alyssa stop smiling for a second, and that was something terrible he needed to apologize for.


"Oh don't you worry about anything," she said back to her usual radiant self. "More importantly, yes, we're going to play a game, and I think it's about time we let the others know that!" The pushed open the doors and stepped into the cafeteria. As all of the new arrivals had been in quarantine through most of breakfast, the room was still full of people. Alyssa clapped her hands together once, twice for attention. "Friends, old and new, finish what you're eating and come join me in the gymnasium. We're going to play a little game. Think of it as a fun way to break the ice and get to start to know the people beneath these new faces."


Spark jumped up from his seat excitedly. "Ball Ball?"


Alyssa smiled at the boy's enthusiasm. "Yes Spark, Ball Ball."


The smile on the boy's face grew wider and wider until finally, when it seemed like to grow any further would cause pain, Spark and both his friends to either side of him jumped into the air in unison yelling "BALL BALL!" at the top of their lungs. They charged at and around Alyssa to be the first ones into the gym to make sure they got their favorite weapons.
 
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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My heals are not exactly free.





Shelby waved one of her hands dismissively, a look of understanding on her face as she smiled at Alyssa and the younger boy. "I know, it's okay. I didn't expect you to have to come and see me." she laughed, "You're correct, I didn't even know until after breakfast. So I was more or less adjusting to the new freedoms of not being in isolation. Though I'm still going to wear my gloves and whatnot." The whatnot being whatever else she wore to keep her arms covered too, bumping into people more now was making her a little more nervous. "Thanks for the welcome though." She chirped in kindly just as Alyssa seemed to introduce her to the boy now.


The redhead gave a small wave to him when he mumbled hello, guessing he was probably shy. It didn't surprise her, most kids seemed to have an attachment to Alyssa out of them all. Minus Spark who seemed to favor Michael and his antics. Shelby frowned a little, her eyes looking down at her gloves and she pulled on them a little before smiling again. "Don't worry too much, I'm pretty rehearsed in avoiding contact. Except when it comes to Michael, who I'm sure you'll know sooner or later." She tried to joke but when the boy mentioned he didn't have anything special Shelby pitied him a little. It made her want to tell him it was almost a good thing he didn't know his yet, it meant he was more normal than the rest of them. Some people within these walls would give to be a little more normal, she wasn't in a terrible situation but some of them had really bad luck with their given powers.


She watched the two of them talk for a second, poking her head back into the cafeteria for a second, looking inside at those still eating before she turned back at the sound of Ball Ball. She looked at them then down at her clothes. "Guess I should go hurry and change into something more sport friendly." Honestly she never even played Ball Ball but it sounded almost like some round of dodgeball in her head as she walked away to go to her room, hurredly putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Maybe she could still have her fun and keep her distance. With that thought, she pulled her hair back into a neater ponytail as she rushed to the gym to await instructions on how to play.


Mention: @OverconfidentMagi
 
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.




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[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (12)[/SIZE]




[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Slime[/SIZE]


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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.





Walter had just placed the last piece of syrup-soaked chicken into his mouth, enjoying the sweet, chickeny goodness, he heard the attention-grabbing claps. Glancing up, he saw that it was the girl in the shirt and shorts making an announcement. Gymnasium? Game? He thoughtfully looked down as he chewed his chicken. He’d never been much of a fan of sport, mostly due to his inability to play, but he’d have liked to participate in some sort of physical activity every once in a while. Maybe these people had some sort of equipment that would allow him to play. Maybe the game didn’t involve moving around much.


Walter sipped some water and swirled it around his mouth. This place was actually treating them quite well for a military research facility. He assumed that it actually was one, judging from the soldiers and that forced quarantine observation thing. Adults watching kids while they sleep. Pretty creepy, now that he thought about it. Suddenly, directly behind him, there came a piercing triple scream of “BALL BALL!” channelled straight into his eardrum, causing him to spit out the water he was about to swallow.


Wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, he watched as the three kids hurtled out of the room. He recognised one of them as the boy who’d been floating around in the air the day before. The boy looked the same age as Walter, but certainly acted very differently. Sighing, he gulped down the rest of his water took the empty tray back, one had holding the stuff and the other pushing the controls. Whatever game they would be playing, he hoped it wouldn’t be very violent, because he felt like he’d be immediately obliterated by those three and their energetic personalities. He motored off out the exit and in the direction those kids had gone.
 
(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]




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Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?







After bouncing around for around ten minutes or so, Robert not so gracefully got off from the trampoline area of the room. “Well, I’ve worked up an appetite. I’m going to go see what the heck this waffles and chicken idea is” he said panting a good bit. Robert waved Ken goodbye and thanked him once again for going out of his way to help him with his problem before slowly hopping out of the room and towards the cafeteria.


“Hm..starting to get a little better at this hopping thing. I hardly have to lean against a wall to move about anymore, maybe that trampoline idea really works.” he said to himself as he entered the cafeteria and went on line to grab his food. In his opinion, the chicken would have been better for lunch, but having just a bunch of waffles for breakfast didn't seem that appealing either. Once he had grabbed his food Robert sat down at a table and began to eat. With everything that had been going on the previous day and his trouble with his new legs he hadn't really looked over the change to his left arm. It was replaced with that of a some kind of bear's arm with fur, claws, and all. It would probably cause some kind of inconvenience in the future, but for now all he needed was one hand to eat the breakfast.



After eating for a bit two loud claps caught the attention of everyone in the cafeteria. The same girl from yesterday that had led all the new arrivals to the rooms was inviting everyone to head towards the gym to play some kind of game called ‘Ball Ball’. “Pretty redundant name if you ask me” he chuckled to himself as he finished the chicken that he had left for last. “Gotta admit that wasn’t a bad breakfast at all.” He said as he got up from the table and began to head over to the gym.
 
8He 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.




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[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (16)[/SIZE]




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I am not a handyman! You fix your own stuff



Alexander  exited the recluded area and was still surprised of what just happened "How did I  that, this must be  dream I know it, as soon as I enter the gym this is all going to be over". Alexander kept starring at his hands and was trying to process what happened.


Alexander kept moving between the different doors until he found himself in the initial corridor where  had  entered the test room, he followed to find his way towards the gym , Pandora looked like one of those underground bases you'd find at the . " My mind amazes me, I still don't know how I could generate scuch a dream"


As Alexander approached the gym he began to believe that everything was real and when he arrived the big revelation , everyone was going towards the gym to play a game called  ball and Alexander felt as if a drio of called water  through his back "Oh, this  real, or it is a nightmare because I would neve create such a stupid game" He breathed, accepted reality and putted his neutral face. He followed to enter the  and under his vreath he said "Why?".
 

 
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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)




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It's not nudity, it's convenience!







Antonia's once emerald green eyes fluttered open once she heard the voice over the intercom, being greeted by the sight of the ceiling. She laid down on the bed for a while longer, before reluctantly getting off of the mattress, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes all the while. Smoothening out her slightly wrinkled clothing, she slipped her feet into her flats, placing her cap on top of her invisible somewhat cury brown locks as she mentally prepared herself for the day ahead of her.


The young girl was honestly quite excited for what today had in store for her, you could tell from the slight twinkle in her eyes, and even if you couldn't see it for yourself, it was still there. If it was somevody she had only just met, they would have thought that she was eager to meet the other subjects at the facility, which is only partially true, to be honest. In fact, she was more excited to see what sort of mischeif she could conjure up with this newfound ability of hers.


"Today's gonna be a lot of fun, I just know it!" Antonia hummed cheerfully to herself as she left what she had then dubbed to be her room, making her way to the cafeteria.


And speaking of the cafeteria, Antonia wasn't sure about whether or not she was going to enjoy today's breakfast, since waffles and chicken weren't exactly what she would consider eating in the morning. If she had it her way, she would be having some galletas or magdelenas along with a cup of zumo de naranja since she wasn't old enough to have some café con leche like the rest of her family was. Maybe if she could find the kitchen, she could coax the chefs into making them.


As soon as she entered the cafeteria, Antonia quickly got herself a plate with a small stack of waffles topping it, not even bothering to spare the chicken a second a second glance. Sitting over at an empty table, she muttered a quick prayer before digging into her meal.


As the young Spaniard ate, a much older girl quickly caught her attention with her admittedly loud voice. At the mention of a game, Antonia's eyes lit up, widening slightly, not that you could see that, but by the way her clothing noticeably perked up, it was obvious that her interest had been piqued.


Once she finished her meal, Antonia swiftly followed the others towards the gymnasium, unusually giddy about what they were going to be playing. While she had never heard of a game called "Ball Ball", it was surely going to be exciting.
 
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


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If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to listen to you, I'm here.








A small crowd ended up forming, with Alyssa being the object of their attention in front of it. She stood with a large and overfilled rack of sports balls to one side of her, containing all of the objects necessary to lay just about any conceivable game involving a ball, and some not, and behind and to the other side of her a wide open set of double doors. The room beyond was large, but not as much as the main gymnasium space, and the floor had been replaced by fake green plastic grass, the same turf one might see covering a school sports field. Spark and his two friends, Tisha and Alex, were already inside that room running about and throwing things at one another. If the amount of dodging the latter two were doing was any indication of the game to come, Spark might be someone to watch for.


"So as some of you may have heard, the name of this game we'll all be playing is Ball Ball. It's called that because..." She motioned to the rack of balls, which oddly also contained a number of Nerf guns scattered within the eclectic collection of balls. "There are as many different versions of Ball Ball as times we have played it, and each one is almost entirely unalike to the last. The rules tend to change drastically each time, so I wouldn't worry too much about remembering all of them. Most of us just go with whatever changes come up each time we play."


"That said, if we played with no rules most of us would leave the game needing medical attention, so I will explain them to you all. The game we'll play is closest to dodgeball, but modified to accommodate each of our unique conditions. So first thing first, we need to split into teams. How about we keep things simple for the first time and just play old versus new? The newcomer's team can have Spark and Rachel to make things fair. Don't worry, those two are the best players here, so you'll be in good hands. Is that fine with you Rachel?"


The darker girl narrowed her eyes at being addressed. "Yes," she said.


"And you Spark?" Alyssa called into the room where he was still chasing around Tisha and Alex.


"K-yay!" He called back, making it hard to tell if he knew what it was he was agreeing to.


"Now normally Emily would play the referee, but this time I think I'l ask someone else to take on that role." She looked around the crowd, her eyes settling on who she wanted. "Walter, that is you're name right? How would you like to be the referee this time? Don't worry, you still get to play, it just means you don't have to do nearly as much dodging. You'll get one of the guns to shoot people. But the referee job would mean you'd have to watch to see who gets hit and make sure they move to the edge of the room. Don't worry about not knowing names, Emily will help you out at the beginning and whoever gets out early can help after that. Of course that's only if you want to, if you'd rather play on the field you may."


"For those on the field, which is everyone else, you start with a ball you've chosen,  or one of the guns if you think you need it, and throw it at the other team. If you get hit, you're out, unless someone else on your team catches the ball or dart before it hits the ground or wall. Pretty standard. You can pick up any ball off the ground, and the darts from the guns too I suppose, but those are harder to throw. And if you're using a gun at the start you can pick up any darts to fire, but if you decide to use a ball instead please toss the gun to the edge of the room so no one steps on it accidentally."


She paused to think for a moment. "I think that's all you really need to know, and with Spark on the newcomer's team you probably won't have to worry about getting hurt too much. So I suppose that only leaves grabbing your chosen weapon and someone yelling go."


"GO!" 


"Thank you Spark," she said with a sigh. 













A young girl with green eyes and blonde hair, typically seen wearing clothes similar to whatever Subject Salamander is wearing that day, though the latter does attempt to dress the girl in more bright colors.




Emily Keating


Female (9)




Subject Shell


Anti-motion Barrier






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Shh! Go away, I'm busy.








The ones who had already played this game before all made their way to the rack of balls and grabbed something to use. Since she couldn't just run up and grab her gun while they were there, she walked over the the boy in the electric chair. She stared into his eyes for a few uncomfortable seconds then abruptly spun around and pointed. "Andre," she said. She was pointing at the man who had lectured Walter the day before. "He can't use his arms, so he gets to kick the ball." Alyssa was walking beside him into the other room where the game would be taking place. She was carrying what looked like a foam softball in one hand and a soccer ball in the other, presumably for Andre. "If you see him get hit but he manages to kick the ball that hit him before it touches the ground he can stay in. It's hard to catch with your feet. You don't need to worry about Alyssa. She's really good, and if she does get hit she'll know. Michael you have to watch though. He isn't very good, and he likes to argue with the ref." The golden young man was walking into the other room holding a normal dodgeball, its red color being replaced by gold before their eyes.


"Rachel is really good too," Emily pointed at the dark haired girl. She'd grabbed a tennis ball. "If she gets hit you'll be able to tell." Next was the boy with the lizard tail. "Hitting Ken's tail doesn't count, so he isn't out if a ball hits him there, unless you see him using his tail to block balls. He's tried that before. It was pretty funny. The same thing goes for the new boy with a tail, don't count it." She tried seeing something in the other room. "There's Spark and his friends too. Spark you'll need to watch. He tends to just ignore getting hit, so you really need to be on him. Tisha gets to use a gun, and it's really hard to tell if she gets hit since the ball just goes through her. So only body hits count on her. It's super easy to tell if she's been hit there since she'll be naked after that." The girl giggled, presumably from thinking of the part times a ball had flown right through Tisha and taken her clothing with it. "And then there's Alex. He's a real pain to hit, since balls tend to fly away from him. So he has to stay towards the middle of the room to give the other side a chance. If you see him back up too far just yell at him. He doesn't mind."


"I think that's all the extra stuff you need to know. I don't really know much about the ones who arrived yesterday, so just make up whatever rules you want for them if it looks like some of them need it. Like the gravity girl. She might make things a bit extra tricky." Mostly everyone was done grabbing their weapon of choice and filing into the other room, so Emily ran over and grabbed two of the Nerf guns. She took one with six shots for herself and tossed Walter a bigger gun that only had three missiles in it. "And the number one rule to remember is don't worry about them too much! The game's supposed to be fun!" She skipped into the other room. "You can try and hit whoever you want, but no one is supposed to aim for the ref, so you can sit anywhere you want around the side of the room. The both of us aren't on any team, but we still get to play."


"Shelby, come join our team, we're down by one," someone called out. It sounded like it might have been Michael.


So the two teams were Rachel, Spark, Antonia, Alexander, Robert, Grace, and Nick against Alyssa, Michael, Andre, Ken, Tisha, Alex, and Shelby.
 
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.




Walter Mudel


Male (12)




Subject Slime


Partial Liquefaction






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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.








The gymnasium had grass in it. Actual, real, fake turf grass. Why anyone would put fake grass in a gym was beyond Walter. Maybe they had a bunch of gyms with different types of floors for various occasions. Maybe they wanted to have the place feel like it was outside. Maybe they just liked grass. Who knew. The older girl who he still didn’t know the name of was giving an announcement – so he listened. So this ‘Ball Ball’ got its rules changed all the time… sounded a little chaotic. So it was like dodgeball? Looking down at his legless blob, Walter considered that that might pose a small problem. He looked up at the mention of his name. It was the girl, telling him to be the ref. After a moment, he nodded. If he played in the actual game, he’d pretty much instantly get annihilated anyway, so this was probably the best choice. Too bad he was disabled. Too bad. He let out a sigh. Too bad everyone he knew was dead. Too bad his home had been destroyed. Too bad…


Hold on. How did the girl know his name?


Walter looked up confusedly but saw a different girl heading his way, a bit younger than him. She stared at him. And kept staring. Still staring. Prolonged eye contact. He felt himself start to sweat a bit and was about to ask what she wanted when she spoke. Walter listened and nodded as she explained how everyone should act, trying to figure out what everyone’s powers were in the process. ‘Andre’, the guy from yesterday, obviously had wings. So the older girl’s name was Alyssa. She actually had scales, now that he looked closer. He’d never noticed that before. Michael was… turning his ball into gold? Walter hoped that it was just the colour changing, or else whoever got on the receiving end of that thing would get a faceful of metal. Rachel seemed a bit… drifty, but her power stayed unknown for now. Ken had a tail, the other guy also had a tail – and an animal arm and legs – Spark probably had something to do with electricity, Tisha had stuff go through her, Alex had stuff fly away from him, and the gravity girl had stuff float around her. Quite a variety.


Walter watched the girl dash over to the rack of weapons and throw him a Nerf gun. Fumbling, he barely caught it before it hit the floor. What was he supposed to do with this thing? Shoot random people for no reason? It didn’t seem all that fair that he got to get people out when they couldn’t retaliate. Mentally shrugging, he started across the fake grassy floor, ready to take on anything that couldn’t fight back.
 
(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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Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?





As the last few individuals filed into the gymnasium, the rules of the game 'ball ball' were explained. At its basics it was apparently just like dodge ball, except a lot more hectic due to the number of accommodations to account for the variety of conditions people were in. After listening to the rules and little about of the various opponents and team members that he would encounter Robert got a bit worried. Dodge ball wasn't a game he was all that great at before he had his limbs transformed, now with his new legs and arm he expected dodging anything to be a nightmare especially since ball ball seemed to be an extremely chaotic game. Luckily though, it seems that aside from the large selection of balls there was also some Nerf guns available. "Huh, better than trying to stop on a dime and bend to grab stuff off of the ground. Just going to have to hope my aim isn't too bad." he thought to himself as he went to grab one of them from the small pile. After familiarizing himself with the particular Nerf guns reloading mechanic he awaited the start of the match and the inevitable impact of a dodge ball. That is if he didn't slip up or trip before hand.
 
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






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It's not nudity, it's convenience!







Antonia's eyes shone in thinly veiled excitement as the older girl from earlier began to explain the rules to "Ball Ball", a grin threatening to overtake her features. As she listened to the varying regulation, she offhandedly wondered if it would be okay for her to stripped for the game, but quickly dismissed the idea. She'd much rather do that for a much more productive activity, like say, pulling off pranks, and it would give her too much of an advantage in-game. Besides, she'll get some pretty nasty bruises if she did that. She'd much rather avoid getting hurt, thank you very much.


With that in mind, Antonia picked up one of the nerf guns, one that vaguely resembled a revolver, and, checking the cylinder, saw that it was fully loaded. Since she only had six slugs, she was going to have to make those shots count, and if she could, get some more darts from off the ground if she ever ran out. She knew that it was only a game, but she couldn't help but feel competitive about it. It reminded her of the activities she used to have with her older siblings, before they had passed. Maybe she and the other patients would become something akin to family given enough time. That would be nice.
 
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.




Walter Mudel


Male (12)




Subject Slime


Partial Liquefaction






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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.








Walter rolled into the room and witnessed a scene of pure, absolute, undisputable chaos. Balls were flying everywhere, guns were shooting everywhere, people were shouting everywhere. There was also a large projectile coming straight for his face. Ducking, the ball barely missed his face and slammed into the wall where his head had just been. Gulping, he kept his body low and sped over to the back of the room, where he took his position, holding his Nerf like a bat in case anything dangerous flew in his direction, turning his chair so that it faced the wall.


This was one of the only times Walter had been grateful for having a wheelchair, with the backrest acting as a shield while he twisted his body around to cautiously peer over the top of the seat. He could see the girl from before on the other side of the room, with projectiles harmlessly bouncing off some kind of invisible barrier that surrounded her. That seemed like a very useful power to have, in contrast to his own ‘ability’. He looked down at his squishy blob. Not all that helpful in the current situation. Then something smashed into the backrest of the wheelchair, causing Walter to duck down by instinct. Never mind refereeing – he’d have to try his best just to survive!
 
(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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Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?





The game had begun and Robert quickly made his way to the back of his team.  He was never that great at getting people out, but dodging and staying in for as long as possible was something he was better at. However, with his new limbs Robert wasn't that confident in his dodging capabilities. "At least getting hit in the tail won't count, though I can't imagine it would be pleasant. Probably, throw me off balance too now that I think of it." He mumbled to himself as he looked around for a target to shoot at.  As he had imagined the whole scene was pretty chaotic as balls and darts of all kinds sailed through on both sides. After doing his best to dodge some in coming balls Robert eventually spotted someone he felt he could take out, it was the boy with the metal looking wings for arms. "Alright, better make this count...don't know if I will be able to dodge these ball when someone focuses in on me" he says to himself before firing a dart at Andre. The darts fly directly towards its target and luckily enough are not intercepted by any of the madness going around. "Oh dang...I think I actually got him! Heck yeah, I guess I'm a better shot than I thought" 
 
A boy with golden hair and bright blue eyes, all of his clothes are gold due to his ability.




[SIZE=18.6667px]Michael Harrison[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.6667px]Male (17)[/SIZE]




[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Midas[/SIZE]


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Don't be coy, you know you love me.





Michael wasn't concerned about winning the game. He was on Alyssa's team, so the game was already pretty much decided. All he really needed to do was avoid Spark's focus. Sure Spark could aim at anyone else, he certainly had a good enough throw to take out most of the other kids, but of course he wouldn't even bother throwing his weapon of mass destruction at anyone else until he'd taken out Michael. The ball Spark always used was specifically for him, a silvery ping pong ball. If anyone else threw it it was harmless. But once charged in Spark's hands, well, it was better to get out of the way.


He narrowed his eyes at his opponent across the field. Spark grinned, tossed his ball into the air, caught it, and whipped it across the room, directly at Michael's head. It was a good thing he'd been hanging back. Plenty of time to react and dodge. The silver ping pong ball flew past. Followed by a tennis ball! Michael jumped back as the surprise second ball just barely avoided clipping his shoulder. Where had the second ball co- Something hit his back, making his entire body tingle. What? The ball he'd been holding dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. Completely turned to gold. Damn, they'd got him.


"Still in," a voice yelled at him. Looking up, he was Alyssa clutching Spark's metal projectlie between her fingers. There was still a bit of static coming off it. She'd caught it! "Pay attention," she said before whipping her own ball across the room. Rachel jumped to avoid it hitting her legs, but her slow descent meant she couldn't avoid getting hit by Alyssa's second throw. Oh, so that was what had happened. Rachel had throw her ball right after Spark. He'd avoided both by sheer luck, but by sheer unluck Emily had been behind him, and Spark's ball had bounced back. He called thanks to Alyssa.


"Just try to pay a bit more attention," she said as she jumped back away from the middle of the room.


"I can assure you I-" Michael was wiped out by what felt like a meteor crashing into him. He lay sprawled out on his back on the floor. Spark was laughing uncontrollably. That little shit. "Medic," he croaked out. The medicine ball rolled off his chest and hit the floor. That sounded heavy. It had certainly felt heavy.


Andre stared down at him. "Well, come on. I'll drag you off."


"Thanks," Michael croaked out. It would be a while before he felt he could breathe again. He hooked his arm around Andre's ankle and let himself be dragged away. 


So the two teams were Rachel, Spark, Antonia, Alexander, Robert, Grace, and Nick against Alyssa, Michael, Andre, Ken, Tisha, Alex, and Shelby.
 
Warily ready for more things flying his way, Walter poked his head out from behind the chair then quickly ducked back in. He was pretty nervous about all this. Even though he was the referee wouldn’t get intentionally thrown at, he still held onto the fear that something heavy would come at him. He especially didn’t like what happened to that blond guy with that medicine ball. He looked like he needed a medic. Why was there such a heavy weapon available for use, anyway? And there was that golden ball he had dropped. It looked like it weighed at least sixty pounds.


But he had to stop being afraid. In that moment, Walter decided that, if he wasn’t on either of the teams, he’d make his own. With himself as the only member. He counted the players still playing – four out, ten to go. Rachel was apparently the best along with Alyssa, which was why they were in separate teams – but Rachel was out now, so the groups were unbalanced with the powerful Alyssa on one side. He had to hit her. Leaning out from his wheelchair, Walter carefully aimed at the scaled girl, and fired. He missed.


However, he did hit Ken, who was standing beside her. Except he had hit him in the tail. The bullet was flicked up into the air and sailed up into the air. At least one pair of eyes was fixed on it as it fell straight down to the ground towards a dark-haired girl… and passed through her head, through the collar of her dress and down onto the floor, where it bounced once and rolled away, stopping at the bottom of a wall. Walter gaped. That was something else. Did that count? He hoped it did, or else that amazing shot would have been wasted.
 
Doctor Ling was watching the subjects' game from his lab. He wasn't taking a break though, simply waiting on test results from the new subjects' initial samples. And watching their interactions provided valuable data as well. For example, theorizing that Subject Alleviant's ability could be used to replicate enhanced strength was much different than seeing her pick up a 25 pound medicine ball as if it was filled with helium and send it flying across a room with a gentle toss. Hopefully Subject Midas didn't break anything too important. With all luck he'd taken a fatal blow to the bravado. It looked like that wasn't the case though. If that girl didn't watch her strength, there might be someone in the facility more prone to causing injury than Spark. God help us all.



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.




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[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Medusa[/SIZE]


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Don't stand close to me.





Abigail sat in the empty cafeteria, slowly working on a plate of waffles and chicken. The silence within the large room was only broken up by the occasional scrape of metal utensils against the plate, and the sounds of the other subjects' game taking place in the other room.


"Are you sure you don't want to join them?"


She stopped with a piece of waffle held in front of her mouth. She might not to be able to see who had spoken, but she knew the voice. Aryan. Apparently he was one of the scientists that worked under Doctor Ling, but he certainly didn't know how to act the part of sketchy pseudoscientist to save his life. He was the only scientist that seemed to go out of his way to find excuses to interact with the subjects outside of tests. Some of the subjects liked him for it. She just found it annoying. "No."


"Hmm... well that's fine I suppose." He went quiet for a minute. She could still tell he was there, in that odd way a person could simply tell if they weren't alone in a room. He was simply not saying anything. Was he staring at her? She didn't care if he was, that was a privileged he'd been born with. She went back to eating. 


"I know," he finally spoke again. It looked like he hadn't moved from where he'd been standing across the table. "If it isn't too much, would you be willing to lend my your time and your eyes to answer a few questions?"


So he needed her power then. That made sense. She sighed to convey that she very much did not want to help him in any way. "Spit it out, just tell me what you want me to do."


"I want you to look at the new arrivals and tell me what you see."


"Why? I'll have to do that for their testing soon anyway. You'll get the same information then."


"Yes, but I want to hear it from you."


"What do you see?"


"The healer. It looks like waves moving down his body."


"Healer? Oh, the one who restored the soldier. They've decided to call him Subject Renaissance. His name is Alexander."


"I don't care. The invisible girl's power is entirely inside her body. It looks like a lot of light just kind of drifting around inside her."


"Antonia," the man informed her. He was ignored.


"For the chimera boy most of the light is focused around his waist and left elbow."


"Waist and elbow? Not his legs and arm?"


"I'm telling you what I see."


"That's fine then. Carry on."


"Name?"


"What?"


"You're supposed to tell me his name."


"Ah, right. Robert. You already guessed his subject code."


"The slug's power looks like wire or string running through him, mostly in his legs."


"That would be Subject Slime, name: Walter."


"The gravity girl's power just looks like a big bubble of distorted light around her."


"That'd be Grace. No subject code yet."


"Is there anything else?"


"Hmm? You missed one. The teary boy, Nick. What about him?"


Abigail looked back towards the room where the others were playing. A boy? There was Spark, a blinding crack in the world, almost too bright to look at, and Alex, coated in a soft film of his power. She didn't see any- wait, was that him? She'd missed him because he was giving off no light at all compared to the others. She'd only spotted him when he'd stepped into gravity girl's power and her light had reflected off him. Now that she'd found him she focused closer on the boy. "He's barely giving off any light at all. I think there might be a tiny glow, but it's really hard to tell, especially with everyone else around him. I'll have to see him when he's alone to-"


"Rayne!"


Abigail heard the scientist next to her turn. The voice told her it was Doctor Smith. It sounded like he'd just come through the other door to the cafeteria. She and Aryan were standing in the one that connected the cafeteria to the gymnasium, where she was able to see the others playing across the space. Smith didn't sound pleased with Aryan, Aryan Rayne was his full name, bothering her. Well that was his problem, not hers.


"Smith, did you need me?" Aryan simply ignored being barked at.


"I would like to know what you think you're doing asking Subject Medusa to perform a task she is scheduled to carry out at a later point," he spoke clearly and evenly so as to eliminate any possible inflections from coming across. From experience Abigail knew that was a sign the doctor was mad. She knew anyone else would just be able to look at him and see his omnipresent smile gone to tell when he was mad, but alas, blindness. The only time she could see his infamous smile was when one of the survivor's power reflected off him. That was the only way she could see anything, but it was still a definite improvement from being unable to see anything at all.


"Just needed an excuse to get her to talk," the scientist replied, not phased at all by the doctor technically outranking him. "She refuses to speak to me at all unless it's part of some test. Couldn't be helped."


"Stop bothering her then. I'm sure there's some kind of work for Ling you've avoided doing. Fill your time with that instead of bothering the subjects."


Aryan sighed, conceding his superior's point. "Yes sir, will do." He walked away towards Smith and the hallway that led to the labs. "Until next time, Abigail," he said with an audible smile on his face.


She heard the door fall shut, leaving the cafeteria empty aside from herself. She stared at the other survivors as they played their game for another minute, then closed the door and went the same way the scientist and the doctor had gone towards the part of the compound normally restricted to subjects. But she had special permissions. And the code.
 
(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]




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Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?




Robert was doing his best to dodge the barrage of balls and Nerf darts, however, he was beginning to become fatigued from all the hopping he had to do to maneuver around and it was only a matter of time before he slipped up or stop to take a breather. What made it all worse was that some of  top players on his team had already been eliminated which meant that the likelihood of winning this game was beginning to slip as well as the chances of not getting slammed by some dangerous projectile like that medicine ball or the metallic looking one.


"Well If I could land one shot, then I gotta be able to make another" he says to himself as he narrowly dodges a ball. "I only have a shot or too left though...and if I stop to reload more darts I'll  just be asking for someone to throw a ball at me...Well I may as well use these last two shots, cast this gun to the side, and then try my hand at throwing one of these dodge balls." He thinks to himself before aiming for Alyssa, he figured that going for the other team's top players was probably the best option at this point. He then waits a moment for a good opening and fired. Unfortunately, this time it seemed his aim was fairly off and the darts missed their mark. "Well dang..." he mumbles under his breath as he tosses his Nerf gun to the side and quickly grabs a dodge ball on the ground.
 
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.




[SIZE=18.6667px]Antonia Carriedo[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE] 


[SIZE=18.6667px]Female (12)[/SIZE]




[SIZE=18.6667px]Subject Veil[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.6667px]Invisibility[/SIZE]




[SIZE=9.33333px] TYPE[/SIZE]




[SIZE=9.33333px]Energy[/SIZE]




[SIZE=9.33333px]DANGER[/SIZE]




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It's not nudity, it's convenience!





Antonia was having a lot of fun at the moment, watching the other players, both ally and foe, scurry about the field. Fortunately for her, nobody seemed to be paying her too much attention. She wasn't sure whether or not that was a result of her invisibility or them just underestimating a child like herself. Considering the fact that her clothing was unaffected by her ability, she was beginning to lean towards the latter. Though, she couldn't care less about what they thought of her. As her late older sister Florencia had once said, "Recuerde, pequeña hermana, el concepto que otros tienen sobre ti no cambia quién eres, pero puede cambiar tu concepto sobre ellos."


Clutching her Nerf gun close to her chest, Antonia checked how much ammo she had left, and saw that she had gone through two shots, both of which were misses. Emerald green eyes roamed across the field from the corner where she was standing, only to land on a girl around her age, if not a bit younger. If she remembered correctly, Tisha was her name, right? Shaking her head lightly, she raised her gun and took aim at her torso, and taking in a deep breath, pulled the trigger. She wasn't sure whether or not it was a hit or miss, since she had unwittingly shut her eyes. Once she had opened them, she couldn't helpthe laugh that escaped her. Her dart had hit it's mark, taking her clothes with it.
 
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




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Looks like we're in a bit of a sticky situation.




alter had a feeling he was running out of time. As if these following acts would be the last things he would do for a while. So he had to get Alyssa out, now! Propping the gun up on the backrest of his wheelchair, he carefully pointed the weapon at the girl, sighting down the barrel for extreme accuracy. Then he saw the ghost girl being hit, and rushed back down behind his chair, blushing furiously. So the ref girl wasn’t lying when she said a hit would knock her socks off. Except she didn’t actually say that. And the girl wasn’t wearing socks. He had just wanted to make the pun.


Enough with that! Walter breathed in and out, trying to force the heat out from his cheeks and back into wherever it belonged. It wasn’t working. Giving up, he peeked over his seat, trying hard to not look where he had seen the girl before. Just the memory of it made him feel like hiding in a corner in shame. Furiously swiping the thought out of his head, Walter emptied his gun in the direction of Alyssa. Two bullets came out, and two bullets missed. Dang. Oh well. He went back to observing the battle, careful to only keep his eyes on one side of the room.
 
(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]




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Stupid legs! How do I even walk with these?







[SIZE=10.5pt]Getting progressively more fatigued and with a dodge ball in hand Robert set his sights on getting Ken out. He was never the best with throwing dodge balls much less throwing them at a specific target, but he didn't have much of a choice with his gun tossed to the side now. Just as he saw what seemed like a good time to chuck the ball, the ghostly girl was suddenly disrobed by a shot from a Nerf gun. Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, Robert accidentally gripped the dodge ball with his left hand causing it to pop.[/SIZE]



[SIZE=10.5pt]Startled by the loud popping sound of the dodge ball, Robert loses his balance and falls to the ground. “Damn, claws...surprised I haven’t accidentally cut myself yet from trying to scratch an itch or something” he muttered to himself. However, just as he was getting up from the ground he gets hit by a dodge ball from the very person he intended to get out just a moment ago. “Well I suppose I was inevitably going to get out, lasted longer than I thought though…” he thought to himself as he walked over to the side lines to watch the the rest of the match unfold. [/SIZE]
 
There were men with guns again. They were shooting at me. I felt so angry, so I attacked them. I killed a few. The rest stopped shooting and ran away.

The men with guns weren’t there this time. I was alone in the city. But I still felt so angry. I just started breaking things. I smashed apart a wall and threw a bunch of cars around. I don’t know why I was so angry.

I found the men with guns again. They weren’t shooting at me, but I still hated them so much. I chased them down. I think I wanted to kill them. I think I almost caught up to them, but then everything hurt and I woke up.

It was snowing in my dream. I don’t remember if I was cold. I remember running for a while, and then more people showed up. It wasn’t the people with guns, I don’t know where they went. It looked like a group of kids I think. They were wearing winter jackets. I wanted to kill them too, the anger was still there, but for some reason when one of them looked right at me I hesitated. He said something, it was a guy I remember, but I forget what it was. I attacked him right after though, but he was gone, all the rest of them too. They were there one second and not the next. That made me really angry. I remember attacking more cars after that.


1 Month Later


Smith walked into the observation room, one entire wall showing feeds from many of the cameras that constantly recorded the subjects' every action. Ling was already there, as was standard. The head scientist was often the last one working into the night and still somehow always up before anyone else. He watched the subjects as he drank his morning coffee. They were all sound asleep in their rooms. As they should be, given the early hour and how they'd gotten away with staying up late the night before. Wait, one of them was awake. He was sitting alone in the cafeteria writing in a notebook. "Another sleepless night?"


"Just over two hours," Ling replied. They were of course referring to the boy on the monitor. Nick. Subject Night Terror. The nature of his ability made it extremely difficult for him to sleep. He'd only gotten ten hours over the past seven days. At the rate things were going, he wouldn't last.


Doctor I’m so tired. Can’t you make the dreams go away? I just want to sleep.


"What about the pills?" Smith asked. To force Nick to sleep he'd been given progressively stronger sleeping medication. The current ones would knock out a fully-grown man in a matter of seconds, but...


"He took them."


Smith stared at the boy on the screen without saying anything for a while. "Two hours... damn."


"And he's just a kid.” Doctor Ling shook his head and sighed. With every new survivor came new unforeseen challenges, but this boy’s ability was particularly problematic. It might not be anything as overtly dangerous as mind control or pyromancy – in fact the kid himself was harmless to be around – but Nick’s power posed a much different type of threat. It was much easier to have countermeasures put in place for dealing with spontaneous combustion or to isolate a subject than it was to deal with a rampaging monster that appeared whenever a little boy fell asleep. They’d tried killing it, multiple times, and then trapping it, but no matter what was tried it would always reappear.


Nick had no idea that his dreams weren’t dreams at all. Ling had made the decision early on not to tell him. Who knew how the poor kid would react to knowing he’d actually killed people. What might the monster do if Nick started believing it was real? So he’d been told that the dreams were nothing to worry about, just that he should write them down. If they couldn’t contain the monster, they at least needed to know what it did. He’d been watching Nick, and his monster, closely to decide whether the boy needed to be declared a danger level 4 and dealt with. If he was being honest with himself, he’d have come to the conclusion that yes, the boy was a danger, after the monster first killed one of the soldiers Pandora had hired. But instead he was protected him. What was the point in killing the boy? His power was a level 5, albeit a very slowly acting one, and it wouldn’t be long now before it killed him. Might as well let him be for a little while longer.


"I wonder, what story will he have for us today?" Smith shrugged and turned to find the papers he'd been reading through the day before. Why Ling seemed so obsessed with the little nightmare boy Smith had no idea. Sure the kid had an unusual power, but even among the other survivors from Philadelphia there were far more exciting subjects to study.


He flipped through a stack of interesting papers he’d found. Subject Alleviant: Testing with heavy armor and lift capabilities. Results fail to indicate the existence of an upper limit to weight nullification. Testing with Subject Silver Wing has shown that he is capable of moving his arms when not needing to also lift their considerable weight. So Silver Wing had finally gotten off the ground then? That was interesting. What other fun test results had the good doctor not felt the need to update him on? Subject Veil: Testing with different wavelengths of light has proven ineffective. It is worth noting that material becomes invisible the moment it enters the subject's body, whether or not it has actually been absorbed by the body itself. Another case of a power working off object identity rather than any actual scientific basis. He'd need to add that to the list. Subject Slime: Testing shows the amount of biomass produced by the subject's body is greater than its intake. The majority of this is accounted to by the mucus it produces, but when samples were taken from the subject, the removed areas were immediately repaired. It is likely that the subject's body is constantly producing excess cells and disposing of the old ones in the form of the mucus. The subject's body also exhibits an incredibly high pain threshold, to the point where samples are able to be taken without the subject feeling any discomfort at all. Jackpot. Who would have predicted the slug would actually have a potent healing factor. It would be unethical to test the limits of his regenerative powers, so there was no way of determining just how far it went. There were rumors that China had a kid who never died, no matter what. Smith would love to get his hands on a subject like that. But his hands were tied so long as Ling was overseeing all of his research.

Subject Chimera: In testing the subject displays full control over his inhuman limbs. Samples taken from the area surrounding the human to animal transition shows the presence of an unstable kind of transition cell, slightly resembling stem cells in structure, that seems to shift between human and animal as needed. These kinds of cells have also been found throughout the subject's body, where they are simply acting in place of normal human cells. Hmm, so the subject's body is full of unstable cells, yet his body overall shows no signs of instability. Smith's mind mulled over that fact. So close to full shapeshifting, yet so far. A real shame. Subject Renaissance: Testing suggests the subject's ability restores what he touches based on whether or not he perceives it as being in an imperfect state. Water previously melted from ice is not restored upon contact with the subject, but ice meted with the subject's knowledge is restored." Another case of perception altering how a power worked. How interesting. "In cases where material or energy is required to restore a target, it is spontaneously created. Further testing is necessary to learn more. Well, this one certainly did get lucky. A real winner in the power department. He continued reading. What was this? A test scheduled for today. Subject Purgatory? Smith's eyes widened. That bastard. Ling had made plans to move forward with the test to restore Purgatory after he'd been told to wait.

Smith unclenched his fingers from the papers he'd been reading and put his plastic smile back on. "Well, tell me when it comes. Until then I suppose I'll make myself busy preparing for Subject Purgatory's birthday party." He left the room before the other man could piece together a response.

Ling looked up after Smith was gone and took a sip from his mug. What an annoying man. What an annoying, predictable man. Smith was against bringing Renaissance and Purgatory together, but if the experiment was moving forward regardless, he would feel the need to oversee it. And that meant Smith would be out of his hair for a while, giving him time to check up on the wards down below. The majority of the staff used the name the wards themselves had come up with. "The Box". It was as good a name as any and had immediately stuck. He set his mug down and stood up. After one last glance over at the monitor showing Nick alone in the cafeteria writing down his dream he left too.


Abigail was woken up by something. She lay in bed trying to figure out what it might have been. She listened for any sounds, but there was nothing out of the norm. She felt around in her bed thinking maybe she'd touched something. There was nothing there. She was annoyed at being awake before she needed to be, but since it didn't seem to be anyone's doing she didn't have anyone to be angry at. That put her in a bad mood already. She swung out of bed with surprising ease and found her watch. As a part of her being more independent she'd made one of the science guys customize a watch so that she could feel the hands and numbers without messing anything up. She treated the thing like a treasure, except when the guy who'd made it for her was around. Then she basically treated it like trash, only to frantically make sure she hadn't actually broken it once he was gone. Stupid Aryan. He was so annoying. If only she'd known how annoying he really was before she'd bullied him into making it all that time ago.

It was earlier than she liked to wake up, which meant the regular wards would probably still be in the cafeteria eating. Abigail really didn't want to deal with them, but at the same time she was starving. "Stupid morning," she complained to the air. She'd never let the others see her in her pajamas, so she quickly got changed before heading towards the cafeteria. Something still seemed off. What was it? She could almost put her finger on it, but it eluded her. It was starting to piss her off.

She reached for the door handle. Her hand froze. She'd reached for the door handle perfectly. She hadn't had to feel for it. She could see the handle. The entire door. The hall. She could see everything around her. The entire hall was bathed in the blueish light that survivors with abilities gave off, the light she used to see. Abigail looked down the hall in both directions. Empty. Empty. What was going on? Why could she see? Her heart was beating fast for some reason.

She turned and ran back down the hall. "Doctor Ling! Doctor Ling! Something's wrong!"


"What is it Mary?"

A hand reached out and touched her shoulder, causing the girl to jump. She'd had her eyes shut to concentrate on hearing.

"Sorry," the one who'd startled her apologized. He was a young man with warm brown eyes flecked with gold and raven black hair. He smiled to reassure the younger girl.

She wasn't going to be reassured right now though. "Omega is coming." Those three words left her lips.

The young man's eyes sharpened. The other two people in the room jumped up: a young boy and a girl in her teens. They both grabbed jackets ad started putting them on, throwing two more to the others.

"Where?"

The girl closed her eyes for a few seconds and turned her head different ways. "East. No West! West! I got them mixed up."

"We're good to go Ethan," the other girl called out.

"Let's hope we get there in time," the man said somberly. All four walked out the door, only slowing down at the elevator doors.

The older girl touched the button and said, "Come to me."

"How is that any different from just pressing the button?" the younger boy asked.

"It won't stop to let other people on," she replied, adding a muttered "probably" at the end. Her power wasn't an exact science. And even with her ordering the elevator to come they still had to wait. While they did, a blizzard was raging outside. She hadn't wanted to say anything, but she was glad they were finally leaving this place. They'd stayed here too long. Ethan's power was burying the city in snow.

Down on the street the group began to search for a big truck to steal that would get them to where they needed, but a snowplow coming down the street would do just nicely too. Ethan yelled and waved his arms to get the driver's attention, and when it slowed down Olivia, the older girl, touched the side of the vehicle and ordered it to stop. The driver got out. He seemed angry. Olivia touched his face and put him to sleep. After Ethan, with only a little help from the others, had moved the man inside where he wouldn't freeze to death, they piled into the truck.

"Start," Olivia ordered the machine, and it did. "Move," she ordered it, and it did. Ethan sat in the driver's seat, not doing anything since the truck was driving itself. Mary kept listening to something far off in the distance where Omega was appearing, and Olivia keep giving the truck new orders to keep it going towards where Mary indicated. The boy, Ben, just sat looking out the window or at Ethan whenever he thought the older boy wouldn't notice.


"Doctor Ling!" Abigail turned towards the labs, where Doctor Ling could usually be found. She found someone, but not the person she was looking for.

"Abigail? What's wrong? What is it?"

She'd already been able to see who it was by all of the strange light filling the space, so it was no surprise at all to hear Aryan's voice. "Aryan, where is Doctor Ling? Something's wrong!"

He knelt down to look her int he face. He always seemed to forget that she was blind, so under normal circumstances she wouldn't be able to tell. But right now it was appreciated. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"There's..." Abigail struggled for a second, "light. There's light everywhere! The kind I can see. It's like there's power everywhere!"

She could see Aryan frown. He stood up and brought his hand to his face. "Very well," he finally said. "I'll look into it. In the meantime," he unclipped his ID and dropped it into Abigail's hand, "Doctor Ling should be somewhere down below. Use this if he's gone somewhere you can't access."

Aryan watched the girl run off to find the good doctor. He hoped he hadn't made a mistake. Let her live. They'd gone through enough. He stretched his shoulders. "Well, I guess this is goodbye," he spoke to the empty hall. "It was fun."


​


One instant there was nothing but empty morning sky, the next it was occupied by a dark figure. A human form made of pitch blackness, a silhouette against the whole world. Omega. The end. And it had appeared above the Pandora facility.

The shape held out its hand, forming a black shape that it dropped towards the ground. As it fell the shape became a blade and grew, becoming a sword that dwarfed humanity's largest structures and impaled the Earth where it came down, right through the middle of the compound. Omega dismissed the blade with a thought, and with another movement of its hands tore at the ground. Each side of the split compound lifted upward. It saw things moving inside, like ants. Flames poured into the halls to eliminate any they met.


Doctor Ling waved as he left from speaking to Subject Siren. Or rather, from speaking to Siren through Omni, since she couldn't talk for fear of using her power. It was good she had Christian to be her voice. He was a good kid. Who knew how she'd have handled not being able to talk without him being there for her.

He continued downwards into Pandora's depths. Any of the wards kept isolated down in the box had powers that posed a very real threat to whoever they came into contact with. Level 3's and 4's. Even one level 5. He couldn't think of that subject without souring his mood. What a sad existence. The ground beneath his feet shook violently, sending the doctor crashing into the wall. What the hell? His mind raced through probably explanations for what he'd just felt. The entire complex shook, this time much more violently then before. It felt like the Earth itself was being torn apart. He was sent tot he ground, and then into the wall as everything continued to shake.

This wasn't an earthquake. He closed his eyes ad held his legs waiting for the ground to stop moving beneath him, all the while praying to every god he could name and a few he might have made up on the spot that it wasn't what he thought. He hadn't noticed at first, but as soon as the ground stopped moving he could hear the sounds of every alarm inside the complex blaring. No, please no. The ceiling and walls of the hall were covered in cracks. This far underground, that was not a good sign.

"Doctor Ling! Doctor!"

He turned. It was Abigail. How had she gotten down here? Wait, what did that matter? She was bruised from hitting something during the tremors, and she had a cut on her arm, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Doctor, he's here!"

He. Subject Omega. The thing he'd prayed it wasn't. Ling grabbed Abigail's shoulder. "Listen, you need to get away from here, now. If you run away Omega probably won't do anything. Just run and live. Please!" He was begging for her to go. The ground shook again, and he pulled Abigail close to shield her.

But it wasn't another tremor. A section of the wall smashed apart, and a boy climbed out of the hole he'd made. He looked about the same age as Abigail, with short dark brown hair and gray eyes. He was shuffling around a collection of rocks from the rubble he'd just made between his fingers. "Oh, hi Doctor," he said casually. He noticed Abigail a second later, but didn't say anything about her. "I couldn't help but overhear that the one making a mess of my cell is Omega. If that's the case, I think I'd like to go out and say hello to that asshole."

"Devin don't!" Ling reached out to stop the boy as he walked past, but stopped himself before his fingers touched the boy.

Devin saw the doctor recoil from touching him and looked away in disgust. "Whatever happens, I'm not going back in that cell," he said and walked away up the stairs.

"Um, doctor," Abigail struggled to free herself from the man's arms. It was at that moment that the ceiling, weakened by Omega's appearance and Subject Energizer's escape, decided to fall down on top of them.
 
Robert was sitting comfortably while eating at a table with a few of the other survivors. Having spent about a month or so at the facility now he had gotten use to hopping to move around, although he did sometimes forget his left arm has claws when he went to scratch himself every now and then. He couldn't say that he was really friends with any of the people he was sitting with, but he enjoyed not having to sit alone especially since it helped keep his mind off of his family, the friends he lost, and his old life.

While eating his breakfast Robert turned his attention to one of the cafeteria doors. "Weird...thought I heard someone yelling there" he thought to himself. "Guess, I just imagined it or something." he shrugged off his curiosity as ate the rest of his breakfast. Once he finished, he got up to go hand in his plate and cutlery when a massive tremor shook the whole facility causing Robert to lose his balance and drop the plate. "What the hell was that? A earthquake?" he asked himself as he recovered, not really knowing what an earthquake felt like.
 
Walter sipped his water, rolling it around his mouth, tasting its exquisite tastelessness. His birthday had been earlier this week, probably, and now he was thirteen. Now he had to act like any reasonable teenager and take responsibility for his personal health and wellbeing, maybe. He had to eat healthy, exercise healthy, and, most importantly of all, drink healthy. Drinking this unparalleled, fantastical water. Not any sort of sugary drinks. None. Very strongly helped by the fact that the facility had run out of the stuff several days ago. Who was he kidding, it was driving him mad not having those drinks. They helped keep him happy. They helped keep him sane. But most of all, they-

Walter's train of thought was rudely interrupted by his glass of water leaping out of his hand and into his face. Spluttering and wiping his eyes, he looked around to see what had happened. Did Emily bump into him with her shield? Was Grace walking around? Did Antonia play some sort of prank on him? ...No. None of these, because the ground was shaking rather hard, and streams of dust were starting to fall from the newly-formed cracks in the ceiling. He frantically pushed himself back from the table. What was happening? Glancing over at Robert, who had been sitting in the seat opposite, Walter could see that the other survivor also had no idea what was going on. Wait, earthquake? If this was an earthquake, they had to get outside as quickly as possible.

Leaving his unfinished breakfast where it was, the boy sped over to the doors. These new wheels were actually very handy, and fast, too! He had been a bit nervous about the scientists sticking two axels through his 'legs' and turning him into some sort of human-slug-car hybrid, but it was times like now when he really appreciated the new technology. But now was not the time to reminisce on past experiences, however relevant. They had to get out! Reaching the exit, Walter looked over his shoulder. "Come on! We need to get out of here. Maybe we can find someone who can explain this on the way." He felt like he hadn't used his voice in a while. Probably just his imagination.
 
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