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[Vivika]

Wren Hunter
Role: Sniper | Location: Cafeteria, Taskforce Blacksite | Tags: David/TARS [Mentions: None.]

“Thank you.” Wren settled into the seat across from the captain at his approval, crossing her ankles underneath the table. She reached for one of the strawberries, removing the leafy top, before biting into the red fruit. The sweetness of the fruit exploded on her tongue and she savored the taste. Fruit could be especially finicky and ranged in flavor from time to time. As far as she was concerned, this was a good one. Finishing the other half of the strawberry, she tracked the cup of coffee that the captain held in hand as he lifted it to closer to his mouth and blew gently on the supposedly hot liquid. Her eyes remained on him as he began his train of thoughts, speaking of a variety of different things, darting from silence to his room to music. Following his train of thoughts patiently, it seemed to arrive on the topic of music.

“Music.” She repeated the word, shifting her weight forward towards the man. His question made her reach into the depths of her mind to grasp her fractured memories. Her memories of her past… were unreliable to say the least. “I haven’t listened to music, not on a personal level at least, not since- ” Conditioning. The word remained unspoken, a bridge she wasn’t quite ready to cross, nor mention. It was almost a taboo topic amongst most of the inhumans. She’d never heard it discussed or perhaps she wasn’t listening hard enough.

“- I was five,” she finished. Leaning back in her seat, she let out a quiet sigh, chasing away her lingering thoughts. “I prefer classical and instrumental music. The way each instrument plays their part in sync is beautiful.” She allowed a small pause between, just enough time to take apart another leafy top of her strawberry, before speaking once more. “And what about you, sir? If I were to step into this office of yours, what would I be hearing?”

Hugo Bridges
Role: Gatherer | Location: Mess Hall, Rebellion HQ | Tags:Dris, Milo

“Huh? See what?” Hugo took a step back, glancing to the other rebel momentarily. This was not the introduction he had in mind. The sudden display of cupped ears from them caught him off-guard. Thinking he’d detected a note of urgency in their voice earlier, he flicked his powers off, unleashing the powers of anyone in closer proximity once again. The action was something a fellow gatherer had drilled into him - that he turn his negation off at the first sign of danger to free the others up with their abilities. In a single motion, he pushed his cup of coffee on the counter and quickly stepped back further from the other rebel to scan the room. Alert for the possibility of danger, he narrowed his eyes tracing a full circle around the mess hall. He didn’t see anything remotely suspicious amongst the other rebels or any questionable actions. Seeing the approach of the general, he paused and nodded once in greeting towards them. The question the general posed seemed more pointed towards the other rebel and he decided to let them answer on their own.

“I didn’t see anything,” he admitted slowly, raising an eyebrow at the rebel in an attempt to set them at ease. Seeing as though they were in no immediate danger, he released the hold he had on his negation, turning it back on. He moved closer to the counter to pull his coffee cup closer, but didn’t take a sip of it and tapped his fingers on the edge of the cup instead. He settled upon the fact that perhaps he’d startled the brunette - he’d met plenty of flighty people before. Perhaps one of the others had tossed a coffee cup across the room?

[Keladry]

Dris Remy

Mood: Angered ✷ Location: Mess Hall ✷ Tagged: Hugo, Milo

Dris stumbled a half-step back from Milo, nervous of the air of authority as if something were their own fault, without any clue to the emotions behind Milo's authority that might inform them otherwise.

When the hold on Dris' powers eased, the inhuman shuddered, closing their eyes and inhaling so deeply that they might be trying to breathe in the entire roomful of air at once. Okay. This is okay. See? Everyone's ordinary.

And then it was back-- the draining, the disappearing. What the--

The realization hit Dris with force. They turned on Hugo, voice low with anger. "You're doing that! You cut that out right now or I'll send your head into that wall and you won't be getting up."

It took all the self-control Dris could muster not to shove him into the counter right now.

[General Chaos]

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- - - Female | 20 y/o | Dimentional Storage | Recruit for Rebellion | About | Tags: open | Loc: Mess Hall | Allie Jake Rose

Allie sat in the corner of the mess hall in a comfy black chair. Her eyes scanned over the room, curious as to what was going on, but not enough to get up. With a small silent sigh she looked down at the purple notebook that lay in her lap. She flipped a few pages in and looked down at her watch. The air around her digital watch started to vibrate as a pen quickly formed. She snatched it out of the air and clicked it open. She slumped down in the chair and began to write, her mind now focused. She often zoned out from the world, enjoying the silence of her own company. After a few minutes a sound caught Allies attention and her eyes ripped away from the page. She noticed a few fellow rebels and pulled her notebook closer to her, trying to hide her face. She felt herself getting dizzy as Jake tries to push his way forward. With a few blinks and deep breathes Allie keeps control and shakes her head, returning to her notebook.

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༄ pαηd⊕rα mαηdrακε

[cafeteria/rec room] - [task force 117 enforcer] - [mediumship ; ectoplasmic manipulation] - [tagged darian (jaxon mentioned)]

Pan sighed at the suggestion of medicine combatting his headaches. “Trust me, I’ve tried medicine. It helps for a little while but i always end up having to take more and the last the we need in this line of work is to be pumped full of meds” he chuckled. Pan wasn’t quite sure why he was being so lighthearted. Maybe it was the fact that he was hadn’t slept and was feeling a little slaphappy or maybe it was the the caffeine was starting to get to him. Either way, was too tired to really care.

He reached for his mug and took a quick sip before speaking again. “I’ve thought about speaking to Jaxon and seeing if he can help out when they get really bad, but we haven’t spoken that much and I’m not sure if he would be able to help ”. Pan wasn’t new to the task force but he hadn’t always been a member either. He joined the task force after he received his first glimpse into the future, the spirits warning him of an upcoming raid by the rebellion on the outpost he had been stationed at. From there, he was labeled a “valuable asset” to the task force and was transferred immediately. He wasn’t upset though, the move was a considerable upgrade from his life before hand and the constant action kept his mind busy enough to take his mind off of his powers.

[Kurora]

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hannah may harbinger ━━━ mood: impassive ━ location: cafeteria, gym ━ tagged: open

indent most of her fellow enforcers seemed to be in a good mood today, a few nodding in her direction, which she promptly returned, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to be around others, much less talk to them. as soon as hannah finished off her apple, she put her plastic plate in the garbage and retreated to her room for a change in clothing. when she first woke up, the young woman wasn't sure what she wanted to do that day, but her small meal gave her enough time to think about it. quickly and quietly, she threw on some shorts and tennis shoes before putting her comb away and pulling her hair into a ponytail. then, hannah made her way down to the rec area and into the gym. without putting too much thought into it, the taskforce member found a nearby treadmill and turned it on, attaching the safety clip to the bottom of her shirt. she started out slow, but as time passed, hannah began to gain speed and soon enough, she was running at a steady pace. small beads of sweat formed on her forehead after a while, but she ignored them and continued on, stopping only once to pull out her phone and earbuds for some music .

Sephtis Reiner ∆ 19 years ∆ Male ∆ Taskforce Demolitions Expert ∆ Location: Cafeteria>Gym∆ Tags: Open

Once he finished inhaling his meal, he deposited the dishes in the proper spot then left, bag slung over his shoulder and rifle in hand. He returned to the Rec room and was about to sit and file some more off the rifle, but he heard someone running nearby. With a glance towards the gym, he saw Hannah. The rifle was in need of some testing to make sure it still worked. He had been reshaping pieces to reduce the weight. Less strain meant more energy to do tasks with.
He sauntered up to the side to the treadmill and waved a little to get her attention. "Morning Hannah," he greeted, putting on a cheery smile and an equally pleasant voice. "Could I possibly bother you? I need someone to dry fire this and see how it feels. I've been working on this most of the night." He gestured to the rifle. It was a black Aero Precision M5E1, already modified to look as intimidating as possible. Fear was a good tool to use after all.

[Vivika]

Wren Hunter
Role: Sniper | Location: Cafeteria, Taskforce Blacksite | Tags: David/TARS [Mentions: None.]

“Thank you.” Wren settled into the seat across from the captain at his approval, crossing her ankles underneath the table. She reached for one of the strawberries, removing the leafy top, before biting into the red fruit. The sweetness of the fruit exploded on her tongue and she savored the taste. Fruit could be especially finicky and ranged in flavor from time to time. As far as she was concerned, this was a good one. Finishing the other half of the strawberry, she tracked the cup of coffee that the captain held in hand as he lifted it to closer to his mouth and blew gently on the supposedly hot liquid. Her eyes remained on him as he began his train of thoughts, speaking of a variety of different things, darting from silence to his room to music. Following his train of thoughts patiently, it seemed to arrive on the topic of music.

“Music.” She repeated the word, shifting her weight forward towards the man. His question made her reach into the depths of her mind to grasp her fractured memories. Her memories of her past… were unreliable to say the least. “I haven’t listened to music, not on a personal level at least, not since- ” Conditioning. The word remained unspoken, a bridge she wasn’t quite ready to cross, nor mention. It was almost a taboo topic amongst most of the inhumans. She’d never heard it discussed or perhaps she wasn’t listening hard enough.

“- I was five,” she finished. Leaning back in her seat, she let out a quiet sigh, chasing away her lingering thoughts. “I prefer classical and instrumental music. The way each instrument plays their part in sync is beautiful.” She allowed a small pause between, just enough time to take apart another leafy top of her strawberry, before speaking once more. “And what about you, sir? If I were to step into this office of yours, what would I be hearing?”

Hugo Bridges
Role: Gatherer | Location: Mess Hall, Rebellion HQ | Tags: Dris & Milo

The sudden outburst from the rebel finally clued Hugo into what the ‘problem’ seemed to be. There wasn’t anything to be seen or to look for. It was him. How that transitioned into something that could be ‘seen’, he wasn’t entirely sure of. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter as he finally understood and knew his next steps to take. The undisguised threat they’d uttered was amusing - at least slightly. He wasn’t familiar with the brunette’s powers, which meant that he wasn’t too eager to head into a fight. Being the risk-taker he was, knowing the odds were important. From the ‘seeing’ thing, he assumed that the rebel must have some sort of vision amplifier? From his limited experience, typically he didn’t witness such an adverse reaction and it wasn’t realized immediately, not until he had the chance to explain. Perhaps x-ray vision and the likes? Giving a final glance towards the general, he started speaking.

“Easy there.” Holding his hands up in-front of him in mild surrender, he let a wry smile flit across his features. “Why don’t we start this again? You already know my name, but what’s yours? Yes, I am doing the ‘thing’. I call it negation. It’s harmless, I promise.” He shrugged and flicked his negation off for a good minute to demonstrate, then released his hold on it, allowing the blocking effects to flood back in. He eyed the other rebel for a moment, then lowered his hands, letting them drop to his sides.

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saša milovanović (milo) | the general | mess hall | tagged: hugo, dris

the general nodded back to hugo, acknowledging his greeting, before turning their gaze back to dris. it looked like the rebel seemed to calm a bit as the gatherer spoke, before milo felt the small shiver of their powers being possessed, and all hell broke loose. as soon as hugo's gaze flashed toward them, they stepped between the two, holding out their palm as they looked to dris, tactically separating the subordinates.

infighting, and it wasn't even five past nine. unbelievable. milo hadn't even gotten a cup of coffee yet.

"oi." they hummed, their single eye watching the collector calmly, tone firm. "we don't threaten our own, here. take a deep breath."

it took milo a moment, but dris's name finally came to mind. an inhuman with some type of psychological ability. perhaps something to do with sight? troublesome, certainly, what with hugo's powers. the general turned their head, glancing at the man again, and nodded.

"hugo, our friend here is named dris. i believe your negation is unduly distressing--please keep it suppressed for the time being, if you would be so kind."

milo was certainly stressed, now, or at least more so than usual. they were both much too tired and much to old to be sorting out things like this, and yet... well. it was their job, whether they liked it or not.

"come now. since that's settled, what exactly is bothering you so deeply?"

[Expired_Karma]

Shinoto Takashi Yoon,FireFlies. Location:(teleported)Rebel parking lot,cafeteria

Shinoto parks under a tree next to FireFlies’s motorcycle.They got out of the car and FireFlies nodded and said”Thank you for today.No one really pays attention to me.Thank you for making me feel a little more important”Shinoto nodded”Anytime.Maybe next time I can show you other shops and such.Want to head to your cafeteria table?”FireFlies nodded”Yes please”Shinoto nodded and opened the door and let FireFlies in.They head to Fireflies’s Table in the dark corner.They sat down,Shinoto sat across from her”So.Know Anyone here?”FireFlies shook her head”I don’t know anyone,I know a little about everyone,never spoke to anyone besides about missions and work related stuff”Shinto laughed”Me too”They decided to stop talking.Shinoto got up and sat next to FireFlies and was looking at the people in the cafeteria and said”Why don’t we go meet someone?”FireFlies looked at him and her ears flattened”What’s the point in that?”Shinoto smiled”Well,making allies is a good thing. Especially on the battlefield”She shrugged”I guess.I prefer they come to me though.I don’t know how to start conversations.Think about it,it took us almost a year just to say hi to each other and you’ve been following me this entire time”Shinoto laughed”I suppose”They stopped talking again

[Keladry]

Dris Remy

Mood: Bristling ✷ Location: Mess Hall ✷ Tagged: Hugo, Milo

Dris bristled, but the ability to see again-- to use empathy again-- relaxed them almost at once. Again they inhaled, taking in the colors of the other's emotions as if they were as sweet as wildflowers.

This gave Dris two pieces of new information: firstly, the threat hadn't quite had the effect they'd hoped. Hugo seemed cautious but largely unworried. Like he didn't care that he'd just blinded her as casually as drinking his morning coffee. It was annoying.

Secondly, they seemed to be toeing the line of getting in trouble more closely than they had thought. Dris frowned deeply at the general, though without meeting their gaze.

It was both a good thing and an odd thing that this person knew their name-- good in the sense that Dris needed a chance to collect their thoughts before daring to speak, and odd because they had a growing feeling she ought to know who this guy was.

When Dris found their voice, they were calmer-- but not by a lot. "A shieldwright," they grumbled, defaulting to the familiar, even if it was incorrect. "I-- my talent is some sort of empathy. I see emotions as colors. Your emotions, his emotions, the emotions of the wood under our feet and the light on our skin. You can't just go around blinding people like that!"

Dris side-eyed the general through their bangs, muttering, "It's not even a threat. Stealing people's talents should result in getting punched in the face. It's rude. Natural consequences."

[Expired_Karma]

Fireflies,Shinoto Takashi Yoon. Location: Cafeteria,Mess Hall

Shinoto stood up”Let’s go to the Mess Hall and join a conversation,like I said,we need some allies on the battlefield and frankly,some social skills”FireFlies’s ears flattened”I suppose”she sighed and stood up and walked to the Mess Hall with Shinoto and looked around”So what group conversation would you like to join?”FireFlies looked around and motioned her head to Dris,Hugo,And Milo”Those people look interesting.Let’s go join them”She said,she was still unsure if this was a smart thing.Shinoto smiled”Ok,let’s go”They walked close together and Shinoto waved at Dris”Hello,how’s this morning treating you?”FireFlies was looking down and quietly said”Hello..”FireFlies took a quick look at the group and looked down.Shinoto gave an encouraging look to FireFlies and looked back at the people in front of them