. ( double-sided // skit n kylinq )

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a hero and a villain, swor
n enemies of the city. wh
o knew they lived side by
side, and what happens w
hen they do find out abou
t each other? this is betw
een kylinq and myself - ! !

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[sinensys]

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(( ｏｎ　ｍｙ　ｈａｎｄｓ ! ! ))
(( ｏｎ　ｍｙ　ｈａｎｄｓ ! ! ))
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i. kassian emerson h
ouston. ''ii. houston,
kas(s).''' iii. freshly t
wenty one. iv. he/h
im. v. pan. vi. artist
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// hero. '''vii. 5'10, s
omewhat lithe build.
viii. smokes. ix. face
claim is ash stymest.

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some would call kas
naive, but he's too b
usy dreaming to not
ice their mutterings.
he'd much rather do
something he thinks
is morally right and
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generally helpful, tr
ying to give more to
the world than take
as he feels it did for
him. he may have b
een kidnapped agai

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nst his will, but now
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he has umbrakinesis
and is coping in coll
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ege. he often finds
himself so caught u
p in his work and li
fe in general that h
e forgets to care fo
r himself and crash

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es down. he's not al
ways the quickest o
f minds, but he's de
finitely got somethi
ng to say about eve
rything. ───────
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kas' always in motio
n, slowing down for
only a few moments
before diving at ano
ther chance to chan
ge the world from th
e terrible place it is.

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umbrakinesis is the manipulation of shadows, and he's getting better at controlling it. now he can move them, though kassian's working
on doing things with said shadows,' ie moving things and shrouding himself in shadows. ''he hopes to be able to use them as portals, tho
ugh for now he can only see other places from shadows without physically being there.' for now, 'he's just trying to expose corruption a
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[Felixmiaoun]

( name: alexander fox // age: 21 // sexuality: bisexual )
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personality
Alexander is rather quiet at first, and doesn’t talk to strangers
unless he has to. However, it doesn’t take much before he st
arts opening up to others. When he’s around friends of his, he
is friendly and outgoing. He loves to talk, and it doesn’t mat
ter what the subject is. He enjoys being the center of attent
ion, and loves praise. He’s nosy, and doesn’t mind sneaking in
to other people’s business— even when it has nothing to do
with him. When he’s in costume as a supervillain, he puts up
a cold and condescending facade so people won’t think weakly
of him. He’ll rarely let his guard down, only so his real identity
as a supervillain won’t be revealed.
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power info
Alexander has telekenisis, the ability to move objects with his
mind. He generally only uses his power when he’s in costume,
unless he’s using it to take a photo. Otherwise, he rarely uses
it in his daily life. When he’s in costume and using his power,
he just uses it to cause havoc around him. He doesn’t use tel
ekenisis to hurt people, unless they purposely get in the way
or disrupt him. When he’s using his power for something else,
it’s to help him when he takes his photos.

[sinensys]

the phone rang, and kassian fetched it out of his pocket, earbuds nearly falling to the floor. the caller id was his sister who lived in canada, and he found himself grinning as he answered.

"my name is connor, i'm-"

"i swear to god or whatever other deity exists, if you don't cut it out with the references," she warned, but there was a joking edge, and kass barked a laugh, shuffling in the kitchen. "oh, c'mon, you can't tell me my impression's that bad," he began, cut off by jennifer's muttered "yeah i can" and what he could only assume was an eye roll. the kettle rattled slightly on his end as it slowly came to a boil.

"i'm going assume you didn't call me to be harassed by your dear brother who simply wants what's best for you by filling you in on literally the best game to ever exist?"

"you'd be right on that one, for once. nah, i wanted to make sure you haven't gone and done anything stupid - you know mom watches for any news related to your area, right?" the kettle clicked, the light going out, and kassian's joking mood fell to annoyance.

"yeah, yeah, she'll be here and rip my spine out if i do anything dumb, yadda yadda, i get it. i'm not a kid, and it was four years ago," he reminded her, firm but holding back bitterness as his tone quieted. it had been four years since he was plucked from his neighborhood and been experimented on. he made it out quietly, since the police couldn't track down where he'd been taken and since his panicked mind hadn't been able to hold onto any information when fear substituted all rational thoughts in his head. he got out and just ran until he could get to a police station, where he broke down. several hours later, after the police asked a few questions, he was on a plane, flying halfway across the country back to his home after being gone for a month and a half.

it wasn't fun, but now kass intended on doing something about it. he'd seen what the organization had done, but all he could think about those who died in the process - or worse, those who were still trapped there, screaming, crying, tortured. no one deserved that kind of punishment, or even treatment, and kassian wanted to end it all.

the problem was that he didn't know how. he needed to find out more about the company - the group, the terrorist organization, even - but he hadn't gotten a single lead yet. all the leads he'd followed so far led to nowhere, and he still needed to work on his umbrakinesis, the cloaking and portal-work especially. he would dismantle that group and free the survivors, he had to. if he didn't, who would?

"hey, we're here for you, you know. you don't have to shut us out," came the worried voice from the phone. all kassian could do to deter it was pull on a smirk like an oversize shirt and mask bitterness with a cheery joke. "tell you what, you go on ebay and get a used version of detroit: become human," he was interrupted with a groan, "-or you just watch someone else play it, i know that bryan dechart does it, and he voices connor-"

he was cut off by her laugh, "absolutely the hell not, you weirdo. keep your crazed fanatics to yourself, and keep outta trouble while you're at it."

"okay, okay, just because you're an ignorant-"

"bye kass," came the loud response. she'd hung up, and kass let the smirk fall to neutrality as he poured the kettle's recently boiled water into his cup for some tea. he pocketed the phone and rummaged in the cabinet for tea packets and sugar.

[Felixmiaoun]

alexander had spent a good portion of the day holed up in his room. he was busy with an assignment his professor given, which happened to be due the next day. it would mean pulling an all nighter to finish it but he didn't really mind. he would just restore the wasted energy with a well-deserved nap afterwards, but that was only if he found the time to do so. if he couldn't do that, then he would take some 5-hour energy to get him through the day.

his stomach grumbled. he decided it wouldn't be too bad to take a break for now and get a snack. 'an empty stomach is an empty mind,' his mother would nag to him on an almost daily basis. he smiled slightly at the thought, and he couldn't help but with that she could be here to spend time with him. he then settled with an answer to his problem: he would phone her later after he finished his assignment - but that was if he didn't end up sleeping.

he heard only little bits of the conversation that kass had on the phone before the person on the phone hung up. it seemed like he was talking about detroit: become human, a game that alexander had always wanted to play but never found the time to play it. someday, he promised to himself, he would play it. normally, he would've been in the mood to start up a small conversation with him but the only thing he could think of was food. and finishing his work.

he swung the refrigerator door open in hopes of finding a worthy snack to satisfy his stomach. perhaps he could settle on an orange. he was pretty sure he put one in the fridge to save it for a occasion like this. it was his snack to get him going. he then gasped when he didn't see it.

"i could've sworn there was at least one orange in here. did i already eat it?" he asked no one in particular as he scratched his head in confusion. no matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn't recall a single memory where he ate it. he then turned to kass. "this is a really stupid question but do you know if someone ate the orange? was there even an orange in the fridge or am i just going insane?" he asked. he felt like it could be the latter, especially since he was hungry and couldn't think right. maybe he really did eat it earlier, or he just really wanted an orange to eat.

however, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise if someone ate the orange. he would just have to go and buy some later, if he actually felt like doing so.

[sinensys]

they were out of earl grey tea, and kassian added it to the grocery list pinned to the fridge, even though he would probably just buy it bulk off amazon or ebay as usual. the local stores didn't have as big of a selection tea-wise, opting for a wider selection on teas to accommodate society's growing infatuation with coffee. kass didn't like coffee; he only really drank it to stay awake during these college years that left him sleep deprived more often than not. if he occasionally wanted the buzz that some coffee drinkers loved, he smoked.

a door opened and footsteps padded out into the kitchen. kass peered over his shoulder to find alexander and smirked with a soft chuckle, "oh wow, he lives." his roommate focused on the fridge, looking for something. kassian wasn't sure how he felt at his next words, an odd mix of amusement and sympathy hinted in his smile.

"careful, don't hurt yourself for an orange there," he joked. "and i ate it earlier today for breakfast before i broke my legs on the way to physics. sorry. there's some ice cream in the freezer though, if it's sugar you need. y'know i read an article like a week ago, and apparently we need glucose when we're thinking really hard - i guess that explains a lot," he chattered on, dropping a green tea packet and several spoonfuls of sugar to the tea mug before stirring it. he leaned back against the counter with said mug in his hand, and looked at alexander. "just outta curiosity, what assignment's got you worked up? or down in this case, i guess. you look really burnt out," he explained.

[Felixmiaoun]

"but i need it. it's my last hope," he replied in a joking manner. he then frowned at what his roommate told him, and he shook his head disappointingly. "wow. i can’t believe you would betray me like this—eating the last orange? without even sharing it with me?" he said in a dramatic tone, even though he could always go buy more oranges for himself later. "it's fine. i'll eat the ice cream," he added a few moments later. it'd probably be enough to keep him awake for the next few hours, and it would be a good enough snack for the worn out student.

he took the ice cream out of the fridge, and grabbed himself a spoon. he then turned to kassian, seeming rather surprised. did he seem that exhausted from working on the assignment? "just one assignment that is actually due tomorrow, i have to type some essay about some kind of photographer or something. to be honest, i don't even remember," he replied, wondering if he was still functioning normally. he looked at the ceiling then back at him. "do you think it's safe to drink four 5 hour energy drinks?"

[sinensys]

kass felt himself grin as alexander glared in mock disappointment. "without even sharing it with you. that ought to teach you to go trusting less," he snarked back. "s'your own damn fault; you brought this upon yourself."

they fell into a moment of comfortable quiet, kass stirring his tea idly as alexander retrieved the ice cream container. part of kass wondered if this was fair: was it fair to live with someone who treated him like a regular person, not a victim or an exhibit, and lie to them about himself? was it fair that he lied to alexander all this time? or rather, if he told alexander about what happened four years ago, would it change their friendship now? he quite liked where it was now, but some part of his head waved the moral compass in his face and demanded a confession. kassian looked down at his tea for a moment. his parents and sister knew, and they treated him like glass that would shatter at the lightest of touches or the slight rise in temperature. would alex, though?

kassian blinked at his tea and looked up to see his roommate's slightly surprised expression. he stopped his excessive stirring. "i guess i got the perks of traditional art. no essays for me for a while, now, he smiled. "maybe photography's jus' too easy, so they had to make it harder, y'know?" he teased, but with no malice laced in the words. he sipped his tea, its warmth seeping into his almost perpetually cold body. part of him wondered if the experimentation had an effect on his body temperature, leaving him cold, but what did he know? he was an art student who barely passed honors biology in high school. it didn't matter much, anyways.

he barked a surprised laugh, almost balking at alexander's last offhand comment. "please tell me you're joking, because i feel like i should call someone for help if it's not," he laughed.

[Felixmiaoun]

"oh no. the only change now is that i don't trust you any more," he replied, although he was just joking. but now, he might hide his oranges somewhere else. it was the only snack that really got him going and motivated. he didn't know why, but he wasn't gonna question it. "hmmph. i can't argue with you there."

"damn, you're lucky. i have a feeling this isn't the last essay my professor is going to give me," he said with a frown. he then gasped dramatically at what he said next, and placed a hand on his chest. "oh trust me, photography is just as difficult. if not, more," he exclaimed. "you gotta wait for the perfect moment to take the photo, or it's all gone," he added shortly after. however, at times he did manage to retake a photo just how he wanted it; but it was with the use of his powers.

he shook his head. "nah man i'm serious. i'm actually going to go and buy some 5 hour energy drinks if that's what i need to finish this essay. ice cream ain't gonna get me through all this," he said. "though, i'd rather you not call somebody. i don't want to seem insane," he added with a small chuckle.

[sinensys]

kassian took another drink of the green tea in his mug, finishing half of the cup in one sitting. then he set the mug down and sat up on the counter before continuing. "i wish my english teacher would get that message though; same with my intro to public speaking class," he sighed. "like, i don't think i'll be writing nearly as many speeches and essays in real life. unless i, like, propose to someone - and even then, i'd only do it once, hopefully, if at all. or maybe they'll propose to me, who knows. then i won't even have to," kass ended with a laugh.

"'you gotta wait for the perfect moment'," he mimicked alex jokingly."is that what you put on your resume under 'skills'? 'can wait for a good moment to take a random photo based on luck and circumstance'? 'cause buddy, if that's the case," he trailed off, raising his hands in mock defeat.

he was focusing on art - tradional pencil and paper, some sculpting, and digital art - but he still had a few requirements to fill out before he could be free. besides, what better way to force one out of their own shell than make them take a class for it? he chattered a lot - that had been his behavioural problem since high school, but he found a way to break out of a few bad habits. he still rambled, yeah, but he didn't repeat himself as much as he used to, starting a tirade and concluding it with a "well because," before starting all over again. now he was a little better at leaving the roundabout instead of talking in circles. and now he included a few more elements and tried to apply most of what he said to the situation; no one liked hearing unpromoted and meaningless stories. he was better, though, and he was happy about it.

"how much've you got left? 'cause if you're on, like, page two of ten, there's a problem," he inquired, dangling his feet a little. "you better stop," he pitched his voice, imitating the video. "seriously though, don't. it'll just mess you up, and you won't be able to focus or wind down, trust me on this. take the bio class instead of testing on your own whether your heart or liver gives out first."