Multiple Settings The Institution for Enhanced and Unique Persons. (Main)

[Gears]

It was a warm day in the private island of Caresus, the home of the myesteriois institution for enhanced and unique persons. The students from the previous term where free to do as they wished while the new students slowly arrived on private jets commissioned by the Headmaster. Each private plane contained a dozen or so students, depending how many where able to meet in one of the many private airfields owned by the institution and its founders.

Henry Mason aka Dead-eye walked alongside Edward “Eddie” Gears aka mania. “For the last time, I do not want to hear about your bullshit conspiracy theory’s, I have heard all of them already- and don’t you say there are more, they are all the same, the school is secretly training an army of ninja assassins or Viking ghosts under the school or science professor is secretly a lizard man.”

Eddie then went on a long spiel of his latest theory, some BS he stole from an old move while deadeye tuned him out. After a second, Eddie stopped talking; noticing his friend had stopped listening to his theory’s. “And it was your idea to go check out who is showing up, I wanted to go to the party at the north dorms, or search the island for more clues.” Eddie said annoyed.

“For the last friggin time, this isn’t some evil organization, it’s a school that some philanthropists funded to train kids so they don’t turn into villains or vigilantes.” Dead-eye said before they reached the airstrip, and area surrounded by palm trees and a nearby beach. Several of the planes had touched down, students walking out of the plane with a single guide as they received a tour of the island.

 

[Bambiholic]

Spoiler: The song playing in Xander's headphones

Lysander ,, Jeong ❜ ─ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 elemental avatar ─ ❛
interactions: welcomed ; location: private jet
tldr: lysander is en route to the island and listening to music in his headphones

Xander Jeong was sitting in a rearmost seat on one of the several private jets en route to Caresus Island. His English name had been Lysander Jeong since he was nine years old but he thought it sounded better when shortened — if not better, then at least more modern. The white headphones he rarely ever took off had been playing various songs on shuffle from one of his favourite Spotify playlists since the beginning of the flight to distract him from the looming thought that, had he been ‘normal’, he would’ve been on a flight back to South Korea to pursue his dreams in the music industry right about then instead of a flight to some mysterious institute because of his differences.

Dwelling on negative thoughts was rather out of character for Lysander who was usually largely optimistic, but to see his life take such an unexpected turn because of a freak accident was more than unfortunate. A small frown formed on his face as he realised his mind had been wandering back there again, causing him to move his headphones for a second to run his fingers through his lilac dyed hair before he purposely casted his thoughts elsewhere. On the bright side, the sheer fact that the Institution for Enhanced and Unique Persons even existed meant that there were others just like him - and that meant that for the first time in almost a decade, he wouldn’t be branded as different.

Xander knew he was headed to the best place he could possibly end up in with all things considered, but he did hope that whatever the institution had planned for them didn’t entail horrific and unethical experiments like something out of Stranger Things or World War II. Being so engrossed in his music, he hadn’t yet managed to take a look at the other new students on the private jet though he did plan on introducing himself to people and hopefully making some new friends once they arrived at the island if someone didn’t go out of their way to catch his attention in the meantime. He continued to hum the song he was listening to under his breath too quietly for anyone but himself to hear as the jet got closer and closer to their destination.

coded by archangel_

 

[Natural Flavour]

Ari Reynolds
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Location: Plane to TIEUP
Interacts: Open
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Ari startled awake and it took her a moment to remember where she was and why she was there. She found herself disoriented, expecting the surroundings she had become accustomed to in the past week: ugly florescent lights that always buzzed, a cot that was too hard and smelled stale, and the cement walls with graffiti scratched on it by fingernail. She had been expecting to wake up in the jail cell.

But no, she wasn't there anymore. She actually was never going back there (she hoped). She was on a jet plane to some kind of institution for super powered kids.

Yesterday had been a long day with a lot of very unexpected events. During breakfast in the chow hall, two guards approached Ari and gruffly demanded that she come with them. They took her to the head office where a policeman told her that she had recieved an offer for bail. From the government. She could either be escorted to The Institute for Enhanced and Unique Persons and graduate their program (upon which she'd be given freedom and her criminal record erased), or she could rot in prison for the rest of her life. Her choice. Ari thought the cop looked as though he'd wished she would rot in prison forever and not recieve this once in a lifetime opportunity. "You're extremely lucky." He kept repeating. Then, at 4am this morning, the guards woke her up and escorted her to a private airport where she boarded a plane. She didn't even have time to make herself presentable, she probably looked like shit.

The government wants to turn me into some kind of superhero? Naturally Ari was skeptical. It's not a secret that most governments are corrupt. Maybe they were going to use her as a weapon. Maybe they were going to put her through unethical science experiments. Maybe they didn't care about her at all. She didn't know, and that scared her. There was a deep, squirming pit of anxiety in her stomach, and being a mile up in the sky didn't help her stomach much either. But honestly... She hadn't ever considered something like this ever happening to her, and whatever happened, it had to be better than a life sentence for something she didn't even mean to do, right? Right? Again, she had no idea. Frankly, she didn't even want to be some kind of superhero. She never even wanted to use her power again. Honestly, I don't even deserve a second chance after what I did.

But Ari had little choice in the matter and now she was sitting on a plane to go to some top secret government institution. She figured she better just do as she was told and maybe she'd survive this. Maybe.

 

[skycaptor]

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Shapeshifter

Magdalene Yeong

❝Moxie❞ ─ Student (Year 1) ─ 18

location

private plane to TIEUP

mood

bored, anxious

interaction

Lysander Bambiholic

outfit

black tank-top, leggings, and high-tops. no accessories.

Mags had been pacing the length of the aisle whenever she could. And when she was told to just please sit down, she told them to piss off, until they started to use force. Then she grudgingly complied, and started to sulk like a 5-years-old denied of their favorite toy. She thought about it, but thankfully still manage to have some sense of decorum to not throw a tantrum.

She seemed impatient, her foot kept tapping against the carpeted private plane. In reality, she was more anxious if anything. She felt less safe having to just sit still in this a flying metal coffin than she would if she were to just fly on her own. She had asked, and they didn't let her do that, for safety or privacy reasons and whatnot. To her it just sounded like a bunch of bullshit, so she didn't really pay attention.

She's already starting to regret joining this school. She doubt they could help her, seeing as she was already doing pretty good on her own, regarding controlling and knowing her powers well. It just sounded like it would be a fun idea at the time, being with a bunch of other people who are as special as she is. Though now she just feels suffocated and restricted, and who knows how long until they would land.

The pink-haired girl just let out a grunt, and got up again, scanning the other students around her, looking for someone she could bother. Her eyes landed on someone with purple hair, and since any kinds of interaction would do for now, she walked over and just plopped herself down onto the seat in front of him.
"Hi," she smiled, "I'm Ma- Moxie." She quickly corrected herself, almost forgetting that she wanted to be called by a nickname that she decided for herself a couple months ago, as she hate the name the orphanage assigned to her a long time ago. "What's your name?"

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