Realistic or Modern Superpowers rp

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(The rp thread)

 

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The white light of the lamp hanging above the room flickered. So did Aria's eyelid. Irritation coursed through her body like acid, waiting for a swift and painful exit. Her and her irritation both. It wasn't the malfunctioning lightbulb that sparked such a reaction in her, no. It was the thing currently attached to her temples that did. A nifty little device that the scientists called 'Psychic transmission blocker', or, how she preferred to call it, 'a torture device created to make her life worse than it already was'. It blocked her psychic powers as to unable her to hurt the scientists or guards. Cowards.

The guard stationed inside of the room, near the door, became her target. "Frank," she began, not actually knowing his name, "leave or I'll give you a migraine so strong your grandchildren will feel it."

Frank, or whatever the guard was called, shrugged and did, to Aria's suprise, leave the room. The room which Aria called the 'living room', even though the living conditions of it weren't good. With a worn-out couch, a table, a few chairs and a few books stacked on the floor, it served as a recouperation room for the test subjects after an operation or experiment. With a single pair of reinforced doors, a few cameras and a reinforced window (which, Aria concluded, was there only to taunt them and remind them that escaping is impossible), it felt like just another cell.

Aria herself was already 'done' with today's torture experiments, so now she layed sprawled out on the couch, with a terrible headache and with insecurity tainting her soul (a side effect of her psychic powers being blocked - which was especially cruel of the scientists who knew exactly what effect it had on her) as she waited for others to file into the room. Last she remembered, Isabelle ought to be the next one finished with her daily dose of experiments, but Aria couldn't be sure.

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

Isabelle is strapped to a table with blood encrusted on it, the lights dim and room damp.
“Ahhhhrg!” Isabelle screams, then stops know it will give the scientists power. She’s been here with the others for god knows how long and it’s the same thing everyday.

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

Isabelle was close to passing out but she managed to stay awake, they put her in a straightjacket so she couldn’t use her powers.
Isabelle was not feeling good whatsoever, she refused to let anyone help her they would just get hurt.

 

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Two guards bursted through the door to the room Aria was in. The psychic cursed mentally and sighed.

Her tired and slightly scared brain reverted to sarcasm "Hey boys, fancy seeing you two here" she commented, her voice betraying her current mood. The guards, used to Aria and her quips, rolled their eyes and pulled her off of the couch, grabbing her roughly be her arms. Aria didn't ask where they were leading her. They wouldn't answer anywhere and besides, where could they take her? Experimentation room A, B, or if they wanted to spice things up, room C. Too tired to oppose, she let herself be pulled through the dim hallway.

In her current state, the best she could do was give them a headache and imagine doing worse to them in her head. And she did. By the time they pushed her into one of the rooms - the same room that, Aria noted, Isabelle was in - they both had a migraine and Aria thought of at least five new methods she could get her revenge on them, if they ever take off the thing attached to her temples.

"Isabelle" Aria greeted her, worry intertwined with her voice. "Are you all right?"

The two guards that brought her here left, but locked the door as they did, leaving the psychic alone with the bloodbender.

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

“I’m FINE. Leave me alone.” Isabelle slides down to the ground and faces the corner.

 

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Still on the ground, Aria rubbed her eyes, exhaustion seeping through.

Isabelle's remark didn't hurt her in the least. She understood what it was like to be confined in a small space, with blocked powers, right after an experimentation. And Aria liked to think she knew Isabelle. Or, well, hoped she did. Two years was enough to know someone, right? Aria certainly thought so.

Instead, rage burned inside of her heart. Rage that she knew tainted her soul (the fact that she didn't mind all that much was another thing to unpack later). Rage directed at the Institute for harming her and her friends.

"You know, lying to a psychic isn't the smartest thing to do"

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

“I can’t do this... I’m so tired.” Isabelle Cries silently, looking at the girl who had been with here through the thick and thin.

 

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Aria's heart cracked ever so slightly at the sight of her friend in pain. The fire of rage in her heart grew stronger. The Institute will pay for this, Aria promised herself. They will pay in blood and suffering.

Slowly getting up, grimacing slightly at the various aches in her body, Aria shifted closer to Isabelle. Gently and cautiously, she placed a finger on the other girl's temple. The blocker that Aria had attached to her head blocked most of her powers, but not all of them. She couldn't send the guards into a spiral of madness and nightmares, but she could give them a headache. Similarly, she couldn't enter the bloodbender's mind, but she could try to send waves of psychic comfort over to her.

"I know, Isabelle, I know." She said "we'll get out of here one day"

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

“But what if we don’t... Aghhh the voices are so loud.” Isabelle looked into the eyes of aria, what was this feeling that kept repeating... Isabelle loved Aria. That’s why she pushed her away, she was scared that if Aria found out they wouldn’t be friends anymore.

 

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"We will." Aria replied, determination clear in her voice "We will even if a thousand guards stand in our way. I'm determined to get out of here and I'm taking my friends with me." She added. Aria was a determined person - a fact clear to anyone who knew her. She would do anything to get her freedom, even if it meant she would die.

The psychic removed her finger from the other girl's temple, but remained nearby, too tired to move. She helped as much as she could, the rest was up to time to heal.

"The only one here who should be hearing voices is me" Aria half-joked, attempting to lift her companion's mood. "I'm sorry I can't help you with that. I could if not for the blockers."

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

"We will." Aria replied, determination clear in her voice "We will even if a thousand guards stand in our way. I'm determined to get out of here and I'm taking my friends with me." She added. Aria was a determined person - a fact clear to anyone who knew her. She would do anything to get her freedom, even if it meant she would die.

The psychic removed her finger from the other girl's temple, but remained nearby, too tired to move. She helped as much as she could, the rest was up to time to heal.

"The only one here who should be hearing voices is me" Aria half-joked, attempting to lift her companion's mood. "I'm sorry I can't help you with that. I could if not for the blockers."

“It’s uh fine...Can you stay with me...? It was kinda a bad day and I don’t wanna be alone.”
Isabelle was scared Aria was going to reject her, and leave.

 

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Aria shrugged gently and closed her eyes as she leaned against the cool wall.

"It's not like I can leave. But yes, I'll stay" she replied, her eyes still closed.

"So, what did they do to you today?" She asked after a moment, her tone lighthearted, but a hint of anger hearable in her tone "personally, I got my brain fried today as they measured something in it"

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

Aria shrugged gently and closed her eyes as she leaned against the cool wall.

"It's not like I can leave. But yes, I'll stay" she replied, her eyes still closed.

"So, what did they do to you today?" She asked after a moment, her tone lighthearted, but a hint of anger hearable in her tone "personally, I got my brain fried today as they measured something in it"

“cut into my arms to take blood...made me use my powers on a child... hit me a couple of times, one of the male scientists did t-terrible and nasty things to me...”
Isabelle felt disgusting and worthless, was Aria going to judge her... the touch lingering on her body from the scientist made her shudder.

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

Isabelle starts to cry, looking at the ground afraid That the assault would happen again.
Isabelle scoots closer to Aria wishing she could hold her hand but cannot because of the straight jacket.

 

[N-On-E-Mus]

Keethan entered the room, being held by two guards, in a strait jacket. “You can leave now boys, I’ve got it from here” He said to the guards. Apparently one of them must have been hot headed, or just was fed up of him, because next thing he new he was on the ground bleeding from his cheek. Ooowch . By the time he had recovered the guards were gone and he was in the room with Isabelle and Aria, his two other inmates. “I honestly don’t even know why they bother” he said under his breath as he phased though the strait jacket. “Sup Aria,hey Isabelle, you all okay? Need help with getting your devices off?” He said getting up and tenderly touching his cheek before popping onto a sofa. “So what’s new?”
__Space__ Isabelle Sterling

 

[Witch Trials]

//OOC: I don't know how to join, do I send a character sheet first or smth? QAQ hope you don't mind me jumping in//

The angel, the demon, and the void. People describe Luna as someone who is three different people combined. The title they gave her seems powerful, but Luna knows herself that she was the most vulnerable test subject the lab has captured. She isn't as powerful as Aria, not as trusting and kind as Isabelle, nor is she someone with the mental strength of Keethan. Following the latter, the guards pierced her torso with a silver spear, pushing her inside the room.

With eyes that never seem to open, a bloodshot eye emerged from her forehead, providing her vision that she can never naturally attain. Luna sat on the floor, distancing herself from her neighbors with a distance not too close to scorch them, but not too far to make the others feel like she did not want to speak. She cannot speak, cannot see, and cannot hear. When she was born, she had two faces. The doctors told her mother that the twin babies ate each other, which made Luna the way she is.

Her twin sister is called Selena. (refer to my profile pic) The twin mutated into a horrifying monster with red horns protruding out of her temples. Her skin was as pale as Luna's, but with blue and red veins visible from the thin leathery skin. Selena looked as beautiful as Luna; her sister--if you ignore how monstrous she looks. But you can never really judge a person by their looks. The twins' body structure seems normal--with clothes on. The scientists loved to experiment with them. Luna was submissive, a favorite among the researchers. Compared to the other test subjects, Luna was obedient and helped out with the research, never giving them a headache. A push-over, one may describe her as. But Luna is someone who likes to think of herself as an opportunist.

She looked at the others, observing them in silence.

 

[sargafust]

"Have I told you how very Deadpoolesque this is? The movie at least. You seen it? It's my favourite of all time," Harlow exclaimed, leaning back against the steel door, in her "minimalistic cottage" as she liked to say, staring out at the guard standing straight in front of her in the corridor. "No, my favourite movie is actually La La Land, but whatever. You know, you look a little bit like Francis, if I think about it. He was the villain in the first movie," then her mouth stretched into a smile. "You know what happened to him, right?"

Another guard came from beyond her peripheral vision and shut the peeping hole she was looking out from. "Come on! It wasn't such a bad joke, that you've gotta lock me up." But Harlow knew, now that they were finished with the day's experimentation, they were going to take her to the common room with all the other cripples the institution created. She took a step back.

Two guards came in, a tall and a short one like that comedic due trope. "You guys know this whole institution is a huge violation of basic human rights, right? Like, I'm not a genius, but even I know you shouldn't be able to do this." Without a word, they bound her hands behind her back and escorted her on either side to the other room. Harlow knew how out of tune and shitty voice she had, so now that she had an audience, she started singing. "I, I wish you could swim. Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim. Though nothing, nothing will keep us together. We can beat them, for ever and ever." Her voice got higher and higher, louder and louder, until she was out of breath.

When they reached the door on the right, she mustered all she had in herself. She took a deep breath, as if she was looking down a cliff and planning to leap down. The guards opened the door and stepped inside. Harlow felt as if a tornado suddenly just hit her, like all the other times she's done this. "If you do not let me go right now," threatened the President. "I will tell them to send the nukes right now. I mean it, right now."

The shorter guard unbound her handcuffs and the other pushed her further inside, before stepping out and leaving her there with the other prisoners. She stumbled, almost falling on her face, but she straightened up as gracefully as she could manage and reverted back to her original form. She was breathless, her head dizzy and legs shaky, barely able to lift up her own weight.

"Oh, hi," she lifted her hand up to wave at the others, three of them on the floor, looking mostly miserable and Keeth standing as unflappable as ever. "You guys having a party and you didn't even invite me?" She smiled and went to settle against the cement walls, standing an equal distance from Aria, Isabelle and Luna.


//i think i referred to harlow with they/them pronouns in my cs, but im gonna go with she/her for the sake of intelligibility, you guys can talk about her with she/her, too//

 

[Witch Trials]

Luna turned her gaze toward the newcomer, her eyes may be closed but the eye on her forehead says otherwise. The eye owlishly blinked, darting from every direction before settling on Harlow. It sank back to Luna's cheeks, eyes opening as wide as it could be. "Who are you?" she asked, the unblinking red eye locking its gaze on her/them.

 

[sargafust]

"God, if I only knew at this point," Harlow chuckled desperately. "All these tests and experiments make my brain feel like it was in the washing machine, I swear to God. I'm at the point where I can't even be in my regular form without at least some kind of pain, let alone in others."

Her skin felt all prickly and she often felt as if she was looking at herself from outside her body. She looked around them all. "But you guys don't look so good, either, to be frank."

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

Keethan entered the room, being held by two guards, in a strait jacket. “You can leave now boys, I’ve got it from here” He said to the guards. Apparently one of them must have been hot headed, or just was fed up of him, because next thing he new he was on the ground bleeding from his cheek. Ooowch . By the time he had recovered the guards were gone and he was in the room with Isabelle and Aria, his two other inmates. “I honestly don’t even know why they bother” he said under his breath as he phased though the strait jacket. “Sup Aria,hey Isabelle, you all okay? Need help with getting your devices off?” He said getting up and tenderly touching his cheek before popping onto a sofa. “So what’s new?”
__Space__ Isabelle Sterling

Isabelle buries her head into Arias shoulder and keeps shuttering and shaking.
“we need to breakout...”

 

[N-On-E-Mus]

"Soon" Keethan said "We don't just need to escape, we need them to stop chasing us. We need to end this place" He said lazily. "First lets get this strait jacket off you". He stopped talking when he saw the new person come in. "Hello there newcomer. Names Keethan" he said to her "Get comfortable, If you need to get any handcuffs or straitjackets off, lemme know" He then proceeded to undo the locks on the strait jacket, phasing his finger through the locks and using a tooth pick to unlock them. "There ya go" He said as he picked the last lock and took the strait jacket off of her.
Isabelle Sterling sargafust

 

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"Keethan. Good to see you're still alive" Aria responded to his greeting, a tiny hint of playfulness in her tired tone, relieved to see her fellow inmate was more or less okay.

Aria observed as the guards pushed in Luna. She threw them a nasty glare and gave them a headache as well. Goodness, she missed the full extent of her powers, when she could bury the guards into a nightmare of her own making instead of just bothering them. They threw her a look, which she returned with a tiny smirk. Only then did she shift her attention to Luna. She didn't talk, so Aria didn't either. Assesing her quickly for visible injuries, her attention was pulled away once again when Harlow was taken inside. When they mentioned issues with their brain, Aria raised her eyebrow.

"When we get out of here and I get this shit," she pointed to the machine attached to her temples, "off of me, remind me to take a look at your head. I might be able to help you out."

Aria observed as Keethan took Isabelle's straightjacket off, slightly impressed. "You think you could take the blocker off of me? But like, without frying my brain?"

 

[Isabelle Sterling]

“Nooo! Stop! Don’t take it off! I’m Going to get punished.” Isabelle is afraid that the scientist will assault her again, she panicked and backs into a empty corner.
Her friends were helpful but they didn’t understand what the conquences were for her if she disobeyed, her punishment was far more damaging to self worth and mind.
the s*xual assaults were getting worse and nobody knew about it or experienced it.
She wanted to escape, have a life, a job and a significant other.

 

[FuzzySheep12]

It was just another typical day for me. They take me back pump me full of drugs, rip of some scales, stab me in the side then chuck me in the room with the others. " Ignoring all the others I sit down and curl up into a ball my wings covering myself there usually sad grey color. Now I could change the color to what ever I wanted but then the guards might catch me doing it and take me back for more " testing". I sigh pulling my legs closer.