Underground Lights Reboot IC

[InsanEleven]

Although these halls were created for him, for people like him, and he had been told that, they felt awfully... insufficient. He'd been here for a few days now, and gotten progressively more bored. Although he wasn't alone in here, he was lonely, as he didn't quite feel a connection with soldiers and his... team leader? When she'd first offered this deal to him of being here it'd sounded like a great improvement, but now he just felt like he'd been moved to a bigger cage and nothing inside was anything like he was used to.
For a while now he'd been used to the constant watching, that was all they'd done to him in his cell back home, and he'd gotten numb to that eerie feeling. The following though, this constant following, it irritated him. And now he found himself a mess in the mesh hall, an empty plate and without much appetite, alone with this woman opposite of him.

At least until the frustrated sound of his head falling against the empty plate rang through.
"Can't you just... get me like a furby... or something? Anything? For fucks sake throw a dishwasher manual in my room... my brain is going to rot and leak out soon..." Never in his life had he though he'd had to resort to begging for something as demonic as a furby, but he'd been banned from anything with technology, and there was only so much intellectual inspiration one could get from throwing basketballs through hoops. "Please... I think I can feel my IQ bleeding..." So now they had left him with little but no choice, employing his ultimate weapon... teen whining.

Dragongal augmentedspartan

 

[augmentedspartan]

Genevieve sat there looking at him, not even taking her eyes off to look at her food. Normally, she would talk his ear off about any subject in an attempt to build up their supervisor/trainee relationship, but she hated it when people talked with their mouths full of food, and because her appetite was seemingly endless, meal times resulted in her silent but constant staring. She did keep her smile for most of the occasion, though, so at least there was that. She wasn't used to interacting with kids, which honestly was what Rinne was, no matter how smart they were, teenagers were still kids, so the only thing she could compare his teen whining was the whining of fellow soldiers when shot, which probably wasn't an apt point of reference.

She did perk up at the mention of furbys, though, and quickly finished her meal while staring at him with a wider smile. "I love furbys, they're so cute! I'll bring you one of mine," she said, moving aside the now empty plate and grabbing an apple, quickly finishing it with big bites. "What color do you prefer, blue, red, or yellow?" They would probably remove the electronics off of it, which would kill half the appeal, but she was still going to jump at the chance at connecting with her....student? Yeah, let's go with student. His young age and lack of training made the experience much more different than when she was back with the Marines, in which training and operations were not only much stricter but also much more regulated. What they were doing here was completely new, so she had nothing that was close enough for comparison, so she would have to improvise a lot.

InsanEleven

 

[InsanEleven]

Slowly lifting his head off of his plate, his glare was an odd combination between confusion and disbelief. Looking at her for a bit too long he just slowly replied, not sure if he even should.
"Blue...?" Sure he'd learnt she was odd from the beginning, but her actually enjoying those things was too much even for him. For just a moment, isolated within the walls and with nobody but her talking to him for days, he had this vague moment where he couldn't quite figure out if he was actually here or not. This sense of surreality rolling over him not sure what was and wasn't insane anymore. A blank look in his eyes he just replied, hoping that he'd come to his senses sooner or later. Maybe he'd wake up back home?
"I like blue... it's my favourite colour. Unless you like blue too, then you can keep the furby, I wouldn't want to take the one you like most..." The polite smile on his face was hard to pinpoint, as if all of it for a moment had cracked his soul. Until he shook it off and looked back down at his empty plate.
"I'm going to get some food, I'll be right back." Picking the plate up he walked off to get something to eat, realising that hunger wouldn't make this place any more bearable, even if he'd lost his appetite. At the very least it'd meant five seconds of silence to recompose himself.

 

[augmentedspartan]

She waited patiently as he got up, grabbing the apple and biting at it until only the core was left. She knew of people mad enough who ate the entire thing, core and all, but even though everyone said that it wasn't bad for you, she couldn't get over the seeds nor the hardened part. Be the time Rinne was back, she had finished nibbling until nothing she considered edible was left, and threw it on the pile of plates.

"Don't worry about that, they're pretty much all the same. I'll bring you the blue one," she said as soon as he sat down. "Also, you know, if you wanted anything you could have just asked. While I can't tell you if we have or haven't anyone that can read minds here, you should probably not count on it to get you stuff." Her smile didn't give away if she was joking or not. "As long as it isn't hardware or anything too outrageous, we can probably get it for you if you ask." Getting him to talk had been the hardest part of dealing with him so far, and since he was the only recruit so far, she made sure to spend every minute she wasn't working trying to get more than single words out of him. She had better luck some days than others. "Books shouldn't be a problem, but don't ask for technical textbooks, they'll probably read too much into that and think you are planning an escape or something." She chuckled at that last part, finding the image of the entire facility on lockdown over the kid MacGyvering his way out amusing. "But any fiction should be ok. Is there anything specific that you like?"

 

[InsanEleven]

Having returned with his food, which was very carefully and neatly put on his plate, each different type of food evenly separate, he sat down again. In a mindless thinking he used his fork to divide the foods even more, making sure his mashed potatoes didn't hit the salad and making patterns in the side as he thought about it betore finally taking a bite and answering.
"Is scifi alright? Asimov maybe?" Looking up a bit hopeful he seemed to be actually interested in it, definitely more than the furby at least. It'd help with the frustration, somewhat, even though the news of not being allowed anything to tinker with had hit him hard. He missed the rush of his meticulous planning working out as intended, the shortlived glory of succes and the subsequent decline as sooner or later his invention became mundane again until he tinkered it to new improved heights. It was constant, it was logical and by all means it was a purpose he had driven himself to. Now it had been taken from him he had nothing left but this swelling emptiness, like a black hole in his head dense with ideas yet there were no means to alleviate it as it pulled in all other thoughts.
Growing quiet again he still didn't feel hungry, forcing the mashed potatoes down until that quarter of the plate had been emptied, his fork never touching the other food.
"And maybe... could you get me some paper and a pencil? Something to write?"
augmentedspartan

 

[Dragongal]

Azlyn had been rather shocked to find a letter in a plastic bag stuck under the door or the church she had taken up residency in. Ever cautious, she looked around, then adjusted the grocery bags she carried to pick up the letter, then get inside and shut the door, dropping the two-by-four that acted as her very sturdy lock. Like the simple, but quite effective, lock, most of the things in the church were jury-rigged. As she walked into the main area, which still looked like a rather functional old Catholic church, she set her bags down on a pew and proceeded to an alter, fixing a cross that had fallen, then sat down on a big, comfy chair to read the letter. Nobody ever slipped anything under her door - she didn't really get mail, her paychecks and such went straight to a P.O. box and that was it.

One last time, she surveyed the church around her carefully, then took out the letter. It didn't seem poisoned or anything of the like, so why was it sent in such a very odd way? Upon opening it, she realized why. It was a letter from the government, offering quite a lot of money in exchange for her to work for them. By the second paragraph, they had made two things absolutely clear: they knew of her abilities, and they were offering her an honest job. The pay was absolutely amazing, and the only condition was that for a few months, unspecified exactly how long, she would live with other metahumans and train to help people. She couldn't really see a downside to that. Helping people was what she loved to do, and as for living somewhere else temporarily, why not? She looked around the church again, then frowned and righted the cross which had fallen again while she had been reading.

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Azlyn adjusted her jacket as she walked into the warehouse, very conscious of the parts of her bo staff that she had hidden in pockets she had sewn into the jacket. At a moment's notice, she could call it to her hands if she needed to defend herself - but what if these feds had guns? It was a genuine risk. After all, they had offered her an exorbitant amount of money. What if they wanted to kidnap her to experiment on her? To see what made her different? Oh God, what if some fringe group of religious zealots had found her and sent that letter -

The sound of footsteps brought her attention back to the current reality. The warehouse was utterly empty, and being in the run-down shipping district of Dorcha, that wasn't too strange. Azlyn didn't see any weaponry anywehre, nor any visible traps. Still, Azlyn was ready for anything. When she heard the footsteps behind her, she turned to look at who approached, not knowing it would be another metahuman in the same situation as her.

augmentedspartan
InsanEleven
Spazzycat101
Solar Daddy
S StrawBarry
loyalwolf
Killershard
GamerCarrot

 

[loyalwolf]

Reed was busy taking stock of inventory and making sure they received at the merchandise they ordered. Recently his parents had taken a less active role in the family shop and allowed Reed to be more proactive and in charge. The oriental bodega was something his grandparent established and worked hard to make successful. Now reed had taken the responsibility to manage and build on his ancestries success. Once he was sure he had everything ready to open the business, he walked to the front door to turn on the welcome sign and unlock the door. That's when he noticed a letter in a plastic bag stuck in-between the front door. This peaked his interest and looked to see if he can catch a glimpse of the person who placed it there. When he couldn’t see anyone he unlocked his door, grabbed the letter and turned on the welcome sign.

He took the letter back to the cash register, and began to open it. He was covering the register until Margret came in from her opening shift in an hour. Reed believed that it was a very peculiar way to send someone a letter and wondered who it was from. Not wanting to put off the inevitable, he decided to open the letter. When he looked at the context of the letter, he was immediately taken aback. Not only has the government contacted him and offered him a large sum of money, but they also they knew about his gift. The pay wasn’t that important to Reed, though he could expand the family business with it, but what really convinced him was the meeting other people with special abilities. It would mean taking a bit of time off from the business and would need to make preparations, but the hand of fate had called to him and who was he to turn them away.

~

Reed adjusted his outfit a made sure he looked presentable as he began to walk to the warehouse. He had told his parents he was going to be away from a bit learning and networking with new people. They decided to buy him a couple new outfits, so he was ready for the mingling. It was black with a dragon gold trimming on it. He had his pipe in his hand, which he used to focus his powers a bit better.

He walked into the warehouse, walking very slowly and with alertness. Reed was very underwhelmed by the emptiness and overall ill-kept condition of the shipping district. That’s his gaze caught the outline of a young woman standing not far off in the distance. He assumed it was another gifted, and began to approach with slight grace. “Hello there, did you also get that strange letter and are here because the threads of fate had pulled you to meet others you can relate to?”

 

[Spazzycat101]

Spoiler: How about more words, eh?

Avery was sitting in a chair, one foot resting carelessly up on the desk she was handcuffed to. Her lazy posture was meant to hide how on edge she really was at the moment. She was noting every noise she heard and everything she felt. Every tap of a foot outside the door. The strain and pain of the cuff digging against her wrist. The startling click as the door opened and a person walked through it. Holstered gun, chief's badge, appeared strong enough to snap her neck if he really wanted to. Although everything else about him was threatening, his posture was slouched and tired. He didn't want to be dealing with this. He wanted to go home. Avi couldn't blame him, she didn't want to be here either. As he sat down, he eyed her hair with a raised eyebrow. His face betrayed his question; what the fuck? He shook his head and sighed, then threw a letter down onto the desk. Avery didn't react, didn't even look at it.
'Read it.' He pointed to the letter after about a minute of silence.
'What is it?'
'A letter from the government.'
Bad. 'Why should I read it?'
'Because,' He growled, 'It's the federal government. Neither of us wants to get on their bad side. Read it.'
She didn't trust that this wasn't already their bad side although she couldn't think of one thing that she had done that would come close to compromising national security. Avery and the police chief sat in silence for about ten minutes as she read every word of the letter, glaring at fine print.
'Where is this-- oh, there's the address.'
'Yep. Now, I think you'll want us to escort you there.' He didn't trust her to get there on her own, and he was justified.
'I'm not getting into another goddam car. Can't you just, like, I dunno, stalk me? I'll carry tracker or some shit 'til I get there. Just no more cars.'
He was surprised she'd missed the threat in his voice, and once that was apparent, surprised she suggested any kind of compromise.
'You take one detour and we're hunting you back down.'
'Alrighty.' Avery nearly commented, good luck with that, but stopped herself because it probably really was in her best interest to go. If it was dangerous, she could just drop their little tracker in he grass outside the address and book it.
'I'll coordinate with whatever representative is there to collect the... whatever when you get there.'
Dammit.
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A podcast playing in her earphones, duffel bag slung over her shoulder, and the little police tracker in her fist, Avery was uncharacteristically walking along the street. She scanned the numbers of various crumbling buildings that decorated this part of the city. She went at a lazy pace, not really wanting to get where she was going, but obligated to anyway. When she finally matched the address on one warehouse with that from the letter, she stopped for about a minute outside it, evaluating it. There were no windows she could see. It was pretty run down, but there were no crumbling holes visible in any walls. Just the doors. It was too secure for her liking. She considered dropping the police tracker onto the pavement like she had thought of before and just outrunning the threatened consequences, but she doubted that they'd go easy on her to take her in again. The letter referenced super-human abilities. Avery wondered how they knew. But since they did, they wouldn't let her go easy. They'd hunt her down much more violently than just arresting her to get the message. She paused the podcast and stepped inside.
She saw two other people there. One of them looked as anxious as she felt, and the other looked like he had just stepped out of some fancy-shmancy business meeting.
'Nice coat.' Avery nodded toward the woman, 'Now I'm wondering if I'm underdressed.' She shrugged one shoulder exaggeratedly, motioning to herself with sweatpants and scrappy swearshirt.
'There wasn't anything in the dress code about hair dye, was there?' Another bad attempt at sarcastic humor. Avi hadn't caught anything like a dress code in the three times she had read over the letter.
Dragongal loyalwolf

 

[GamerCarrot]

Relaxing in the living room of her one bedroom apartment listening to the music blaring through the speakers of her stereo as she laid down on the couch and played with a random tennis ball attached to her middle finger as she threw it back and forth in time with the beat of the song, it was quite common of her to do this when she was bored out of her mind randomly using objects in her apartment attached to a string that she'd throw around back and forth. As she was concentrating on her little game of catch the sound of a knock against the wooden door of her room broke that concentration, placing the ball down and detracting the string from the ball for it to disappear into thin air. She walked towards her door opening it up usually expecting a noise complaint from her neighbors which she'd always apologize for it started to become a habit of hers, opening the door a crack she looked into the hallway of the building itself seeing nothing but the bare carpet and wall paper of the hall. Opening the door more she became confused before looking down seeing a letter on the faded grey carpet beneath her feet, crouching down she grabbed it inspecting the envelope thoroughly.

Shutting the door behind her using her hip she continued to inspect the letter before tearing open the side and removing the contents of the envelope and reading what was written, whilst reading she somewhat smiled receiving a letter from the government was pretty surprising in her case but she was interested in what was written. Reading the entire letter she thought about her options looking around her apartment once more weighing the pros and cons of accepting the job offer they gave her, she shrugged her shoulders at the moment all she had as a job was working the front of a hotel within the area it wasn't bad she liked it but with the pay they were offering her in the letter she'd be a fool not to take it and hey she'd meet more people like her it was a good way to make new friends along the way.

Walking into the warehouse her tennis ball in hand which she had been playing with along the way, she looked around at the others within the building kinda happy that she didn't look too professional with her clothing choice. Walking inside she placed the tennis ball in her pocket approaching the other people within the building, she smiled feeling kind of awkward... was she late? If she was she didn't want to draw attention to it as she casually walked closer to the rest.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Adam stepped into his apartment, expecting his flatmate Seth to be home. He set down the box he was carrying on the nearest surface, shutting the door behind him. He looked into the container, smiling a bit. He had finally saved up enough from his various odd jobs to purchase the only thing he could think of that could show his gratitude towards his flatmate. Deciding there was nothing better to do in his time waiting for Seth to return, Adam took off his work attire and exchanged it for something more casual; a simple grey bomber jacket with a dark pair of jeans. Checking his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed. Adam almost left with the small box on the table though, deciding he should probably take it with him to ensure Seth didn't open it out of his presence.
Adam opened it, putting its contents into his pocket before opening the door again to head out. But, he stepped on something that crunched under his boot when he stepped out into the hallway. He frowned, looking down at the file below him. Adam believed it to be some notice from his landlord, or perhaps someone wanting the money they borrowed back from him. After quickly glancing over the document though, he realized it was nothing of the sort. He read through it again, this time much more thoroughly, making sure to take in every sentence before moving on to the next. When he was finished, he stuffed the note into his pocket. Looking back at the apartment door, he contemplated the odd request from the government. They knew who he was? And what he could do? More importantly, had they followed him home and left the note after he closed the door? He hadn't been home for any longer than five minutes, which was an oddly large coincidence.
However, Adam decided it couldn't hurt to explore his option he had been given. Either this was a forged document and he'd be killed soon, or he'd have a real, well paying job to support Seth with - either way, it helped out his flatmate, so he decided to take up its offer. Adam didn't bother leaving a note, since he figured he'd be able to return by tomorrow, He followed the notes directions, until he came to his destination. Once inside, he noticed a rather concerning number of people standing around in the center of the otherwise empty warehouse. He made no comment, since he heard one of them talking - he had just made his way in too by the looks of it. He only caught the end of the man's question though, something about mutants - so, Adam assumed he had found the right place.

 

[Dragongal]

First came the oddly dressed man, who spoke oddly of the threads of fate. Azlyn wasn't sure quite how she felt about that - it almost felt like it was someone who was told of her ability and was trying to use the fact that she was a mage as a way to inform their behavior - and they weren't good at it, because that wasn't how her magic worked. Of course, that was just how Reed was, but Azlyn was still nervous. Next came the girl, who complimented the coat and asked about a dress code - perhaps this really wasn't a trap at all, with this strange, small girl here. The next girl didn't say anything, but she didn't look threatening - in fact, so far none of them did. The next man asked about a "mutant meetup" - evidently he at least knew what was on the letter. The man after him stayed silent. Overall, none of them seemed threatening, but it wasn't as though that was by design - they were all so different, and most of them seemed equally nervous or confused.

Azlyn gave them all a warm smile and said, "Thank you," she said to Avery, who had complimented her jacket. To everyone else, mostly Nolan and Reed, she said, "I suppose this is the 'mutant meet-up'. Not exactly the nicest place for it, but then again... I don't think most of us would want it to be in a very public area anyway." How many more metahumans were to show up? These ones all seemed nice enough....

 

[Spazzycat101]

Avi watched other people slowly collect. One comment about a 'mutant meetup.' The woman with the fancy coat commented on the condition of the building and how at least it wasn't public.
Avery nodded agreement to Azlyn.
'Not like everyone knows all of us have special superpowers, and it's not like we'd all want to gather up somewhere public to tell them. I know that's not my priority.'
She turned around to look at the empty place again. 'There're worse places, anyway.' She shrugged. 'Could've be some kind of a military something or other kind of trap.' Avery didn't say so, but as far as she knew, it might still be. Letter from the government about super powers and all.
It struck her that maybe this meeting might not be a trap, by the place it preceded might be. She realized that if someone wanted to kill a slew of metahumans, they'd take them out of a highly populated place first. Avery's stomach suddenly felt nervously hollow.
'And if it is, well, good thing we're not dead yet. That would've put down our spirits.'
@ everybody

 

[loyalwolf]

Reed observed each new person as they arrived and introduce themselves. It was a delight for him to see so many different people, with such different looks and most likely such different lives. Reed couldn’t help but be giddy with all this new information. Although, Reed couldn’t help but be put off by the word mutant. “I think it’s best not to use the word mutants to describe us. After all Words are living things that cannot be nullified once they leave our mouths. Words can even tie down a person’s life. So, I believe it’s best not to be chained by such a negative word.”

Reed paused for dramatic effect and let his word sink into the consciousness of everyone around. “On that note. I think its best to introduce ourselves and become better aquatinted. After all, we now know very important information about one another. So! Who want to introduce themselves first?” Reed quickly went from speaking in a very logical and ominous tone to something more playful and excitable. While he waited for someone to react to his questioning, Reed light his pipe and some black smoke began to come out of the end. The pipe itself seemed some very fancy and almost like an antique. With its golden/bronze colored ends and beautiful carved wood reed middle. Soon the black smoke began to come out white and if one looked closely enough, it appeared as if butterflies were coming out of the pipe. Reed noticed this himself and had to stop smoking to stop his powers from fully manifesting. He still lacks full control over his powers and didn’t want to give away his ability just yet.

 

[augmentedspartan]

"Scifi, who would have guessed," she said sarcastically but in good faith. "I'm sure they'll allow Asimov, I don't think they'll be worried about you trying to reduce entropy on a massive scale." She might as well arrange for the empty library in the recreation room to be filled, as well as the room itself. They didn't need it much right now, but it'll probably get a lot of use once they got more people in. "I'll get you some notebooks too. Try to avoid writing anything more difficult than algebra though, some of the guards here are very trigger happy." She chuckled at her own joke.

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"Oh, that'll be me," said Genevieve as she came into view. A bit dramatic, sure, but amusing nonetheless. Hands behind her back, she moved towards the group with a casual yet firm stance, her military uniform a urban camo and of an unknown branch to them. She had long ago exchanged her Marine uniform for the standard MHU one she was given. She stopped once she was as close to the group, as they were to each other, her posture one of a soldier at rest. Perhaps she should have stood at a distance and with a less threatening posture, but she was still too used at her time in the military to notice. "I'm Genevieve, that's how much of my name I'm allowed to say, and I'm with the organization that contacted you. You'll notice that the letters didn't give out too many details, and you're gonna have to get used to that until you agree to the job, which I hope you all will!" Cheery attitude and big smile clashing with her formal posture.

"You do get to meet the current team though, so there's that. Come say hi, boys," she said, cue for Rinne and Nikolai to come out. At first she was told to go alone and give as little information as possible, her higher up didn't want any leaked info running around, she still had to keep her powers secret until the actual training started. It was her idea to bring along Nikolai and Rinne, as a way to show good faith and that they wouldn't be the only metahumans in the program. After some debating she managed to convince them with the caveat that they didn't show their powers either. Being able to actually argue with her superiors was an odd feeling, but it seemed they considered her opinion somewhat valuable since she had more experience with metahumans than any of them, although said metahumans consisted only of her.

InsanEleven Dragongal Spazzycat101 loyalwolf Solar Daddy S StrawBarry Killershard GamerCarrot

 

[InsanEleven]

As he was kept in the room Rinne had carefully taken in all the people that arrived, surprised by the vast differences amongst them. Compared to most he felt ordinary, wearing just a plain shirt with some nonsense print and a black, short jacket. But then again he wasn't here to show off his non-existent sense of aesthetics; like most things he did he was more interested in the functionality. Foremost he was curious what personalities they'd have, hoping they'd be nice to him. Then there was also the issue of powers, and although he had a decent control himself, he didn't know in how much danger they were of either of them suddenly bursting into superpowers.
When asked to step forward he just nodded towards Genevieve, keeping slightly behind Niko as he was nervous and not sure what was expected.
"Er... hello." Giving a short hand gesture he smiled timidly, and even if it was genuine at the prospect of not being alone, the awkwardness of the situation quickly got him to drop it and avoid provoking anything else.

 

[Killershard]

Nikolai stepped out from behind Genevieve, forming a parallel, or more correctly an opposite, to her military stance with his own; his arms crossed, his longer hair, and the main article on his clothing standing out being the dark leather jacket he was wearing gave him that 'punkish' look. Which, despite his best effort, the jacket still showed the mechanical device hooked up to his spine, protruding out past the collar of his jacket, barely noticeable unless one had a keen eye for those things.
He waved, looking over at Rinne "Guess I have to be more social than him... I'm Nikolai, that's Rinne." He pointed over at the nervous man who introduced himself a few moments ago. He looked over at Genevieve, obviously waiting for her to continue herself

 

[augmentedspartan]

Genevieve looked back and forth between the two, obviously expecting them to continue. Once she realized they were leaving all the talking to her she made a face of disapproval. "That's it? Honestly I was expecting at least one of you to to say something more. Especially you Rinne," she said, putting a hand on the back of his neck and shaking him lightly. "You've been complaining non-stop about being bored. This is your chance now!" With that she pushed him so that he was more or less in the center of the group. "C'mon, socialize a bit, make friends. You might even get lucky," she said, winking at him. She then leaned towards Nikolai and said "You're next."

 

[InsanEleven]

As he felt a sudden, shockingly strong hand grab his neck and throw him forward he had to catch his footing just to not fall over on his face. Staring back at the woman with a genuine look of confusion that slowly sank into betrayal. And then he found himself in the middle of this room, and although it was all large and far between the suddenness drug his mind into fright, and he found his thoughts everywhere they didn't need to be. Sand scraping beneath his soles on the concrete floor. The bright lights above tearing away at safety. Sweaty palms, racing heart, heavy breath... stares. Waiting, expecting... judging...

Searching through every last recess of his conscience for words he found... nothing

He wasn't interesting. He didn't know anything. There was just him, trying really hard not to cry as he was scared and at the same time ashamed because he knew that it was all in his head and he was just making it awkward, disappointing anyone who figured he'd do something great.
Still... he was there, and now he'd hit rock bottom at least he could try not to embarrass himself any further. Avoiding the stares he did know that talking to his feet would never make him a great speaker, but it was something.
"I uh..." Trying to keep his mind occupied with something else than all the people in the room and his voice foreign from nervousness, he fiddled a little with his fingers, the touch helping as a distraction. "I'm Rinne, and the US government took... offered me to help them with this program. Which is like... there's bad people out there who're like us but... bad... so we can do good and help out. You get a place to stay and all, which is okay, I kinda like it. But that's all I know, so... yeah..." At the last part he looked back towards the person that had done this to him, with a look that could best be described as a puppy that wanted to go home after staying out in the rain, but with this glimmer of hope that even if he didn't do well they'd at least be proud that he did it.

augmentedspartan

 

[Dragongal]

Azlyn carefully looked over Genevieve, then Rinne and Niko. None of them seemed armed, and they didn't seem to be lying. But how did they know that those people were even metahumans and not just actors? Then again, what did she have to lose? At worst, being tortured and experimented on, but more likely than that, killed, and it seemed most likely that the deal was real so she'd get a place to stay, money, and a job to do. And considering that she didn't really care all too much about the risk of the two options, she didn't see the harm in trusting them at least a little.

Seeing how uncomfortable Rinne was, Azlyn felt like the guy needed some help pretty severely, and if someone else spoke, maybe Genevieve would let him off the hook. She spoke up, saying, "I'm Azlyn. Nice to meet you all." Referring to what genevieve said earlier about all of them accepting, Azlyn said, "I think the fact that we showed up at all should mean something. The letter was detailed enough as to what we would be doing. Fighting, defending people, living here, training, getting paid a lot. That is the main gist of things, yes?"

 

[Spazzycat101]

'Yeah, that sounded like their general idea of interest... The people grouping up thing makes it a little less threatening, I guess. Big government thing, "roar, we want to recruit you for something-or-other, but you get to make friends."' Avery mimed clawing at the air. 'Heaven knows people with superpowers and shit probably need them. The friends part. So... I guess I'll give it a shot. Not like I've got too much better to do.'
Avery shifted the weight of her bag on her shoulder and removed both earbuds, wound them up and stuffed them in her pocket. She remembered she was still holding the little tracker, so she tossed it to Genevieve.
'Hey, I forgot, the sheriff dude said you'd do something with this.'
Avery then turned to address the rest of the group again, 'Anyway, I'm Leah.'

 

[Killershard]

Nikolai laughed, taking a few steps forward and smirking as he looked back at Genevieve "Next for what, gonna make me socialize; or else? Would love to see you try, miss." He snickered again, his Russian accent making a slight appearance while he was talking, no matter how hard he had been trying to suppress it. He then looked over at Rinne at the end of the speech, feeling slightly bad for someone that nervous; he couldn't say he hadn't been there before. Nikolai wasn't fond of his old self though, and that comparison between Rinne and him was only negative. So he looked with his head down, thinking about his past and drawing more negative connections

Yet when Azyln began talking, he was able to pull himself away "I believe I can answer for her..." He grumbled, realizing he had better stick up to what Genevieve said about 'you're next' and being more social. "Pretty sure you got all the main points down, besides some other minor stuff, maybe, that's basically everything." He then went quiet, feeling like what ever imaginary 'contract' of being social was done and he could go back to being his angsty self.

 

[loyalwolf]

Reed kept a bit back since the three new arrivals introduced themselves. The shy boy who tried to introduce himself was cute in the sad puppy kind of way. Then there is mister angst over their and appeared to hide an eastern European accent. Then there was the pied piper, trying to recruit them and have control of these two. “It's very nice to meet you two. It's also very nice of you to tell us your name. Considering many believe that if you have someone’s name, then you can capture their soul.” He said this is a very matter of fact way like everyone should believe in this superstition. He then addressed Genevieve. “I don’t see how we have much of a choice in this situation. After all you hold all the cards in your hand. You know where we live, our names, that we have abilities. On top of that I'm sure you know about our loved ones and even to a certain extent what our abilities are.” Reed came off pretty ominous, but he had no intention of coming off that way. “Chances are they would rather not let us go, knowing that the government employs people with gifts. In fact, judging by our current situation, they don’t want us knowing much until we agree to join this program. Which is why the only information we are given is the names of these two. Who don’t seem to be that up in the chain of command considering they take orders from you.” Reed had yet to take his eyes off of Genevieve, wondering if she was really giving them a choice and trying to see what this woman was thinking. He looked down and sighed. “It appears I am rambling on. You all may call me Reed, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. After all, our meeting was inevitable.” Reed went back to smoking his pipe, as if he didn’t just examine and challenge the situation at hand. His oddness was beginning to become stranger as he interacted with these people. augmentedspartan

 

[GamerCarrot]

Watching everyone interact with each other Elyse couldn't really help but feel like she needed to get involved, being quiet was not her strong point don't get it wrong she could be quiet when she wanted to but when it comes to new people she couldn't help but want to speak up. After the little speech from the only quiet one in the whole warehouse Elyse couldn't help but feel a little bad for the guy it was obvious he was nervous about the whole thing and being pushed into the middle of them all really didn't help, walking up to him she tapped his shoulder lightly not wanting to startle him too much "Hey Rinne right? I thought your speech was really good... you did really well" she spoke softly and smiled at him being careful to not make him any more nervous. She turned her attention back to the rest of the group, feeling it was about time she introduced herself to the others in the building "My name is Elyse Wright, its a nice to meet you all" she spoke up again this time slightly louder.

 

[augmentedspartan]

"Oh, don't temp me," she answered Nikolai but he went anyways. "And yes, that's the idea." She caught the locator and pocketed after giving it a quick look before going back to her rest position. She had been told one of them would have been carrying one of these, although she was expecting the ankle bracelet. Seemed careless to give a piece of equipment like this willy-nilly. Concentrating back into the conversation at hand she shifted her gaze towards Reed, who she didn't know exactly what to think of. She could understand the paranoia, being a metahuman and all, but she found his pessimism over what was standard information control to be rather distasteful. The government was willing to pay them what was basically a small fortune each and yet he was trying to search for a nonexistent malicious intent in the offer. She was about to chew him out like she would an misbehaving Private but caught herself in time. Instead, she kept her smile on her face and looked at him in the eyes.

"We would very much appreciate all of you accepting, but as the letter said you are free to ignore the offer. Of course that would require to keep this entire exchange hush hush but because that would require you to also reveal your identity as a metahuman we are willing to give you the benefit of the doubt." She went back to looking at the rest of the group, staring each one in the eyes for an even amount of time. "I will be in charge of all who decide to join and will be training all of you as a group, although each one of you will also get a personal trainer. You will also have someone helping you to control and improve your abilities. The latter will be mostly individual training at first, but will eventually bleed into the group training. When the group is deemed ready then your assignments will begin." She had been allowed to explain the whole process a further as long as nothing confidential be given. "Moment of truth now. Who is volunteering?"

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[loyalwolf]

Reed looked at the women with a neutral eye and smiled. “Of course i accepted. After all I started this journey, why would I end it so abruptly. I’m happy to train and work with all of you. Though I do have to admit I’m not suited for combat but I’m sure I will find uses on this team.”