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[Lilycat2006]

(I got accepted over message. Nightsent wanted to talk to me )

Embry Morrison~Rebel Trainee~17~Wing mutation/Death Prediction~Location: Mess Hall~Tags: Kipp;Karissa

Embry bit her lip as she entered the Mess Hall. Her loose black hoodie sagged around her wings which stuck out from poorly cut holes. Her grey sweatpants were two sizes too big and her blond messy hair was thrown up in a bun in attempt to tame it. She glanced around; trying to locate someone familar. She saw two people she might have seen a couple times. She played with the hem of her hoodie as she recalled their names. She approached the table. "Kipp and… Karissa right?" She asked as she sat down.

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"KIPP" - ♂ - Rebel Soldier - Form
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His eyes stayed open as his steely gaze slowly turned toward the new voice approaching and calling his name. He gazed upon a figure he hadnt seen many times, but enough to recognize. His eyes scanned her up and down and recognized the newcomer as yet another recruit. How she managed to get his name.. and Karissa’s name was beyond him. Karissa had only been there for a few hours. Either somebody told this young recruit or it was an ability of hers to accurately guess people’s names the first time. Now wouldnt that be an interesting power.
“Ahh no. You must’ve heard wrong. I’m not KIPP. Sorry. Wrong bot.”
He grinned and winked at Embry before turning back to Karissa and smiling at her
“Shall we?”
He moved to stand, swinging his legs out from the lunch table and fixing his shirt, running his hands down the front to smooth it out as he eyed up the messy looking Recruit. Saving the niceties, he decided to look between the two and shrug
“Well, ladies? I assume you’re both here for a reason. Destiny sure had a plan to give me a fine pair of children to take. Shall we start the tour? Well official unofficial tour. I dont actually know if I’m licensed to do this.”
He cleared his throat and adjusted his collar, grinning at them again
“Well we’ll start here. This is the mess hall. I call it the place where a lot of crimes happen. Seriously you wouldnt believe how many people are so oblivious in the morning. My record number of forks stolen in one day was like.. twenty four.”
He scoffed and gestured with a finger for the two of them to follow as he headed down a hall
“The kitchen is back down that way. I spend most of my time in there. Sorry, Angel but I’ve just KIPPnapped you. You’re now mine until the tour’s ended.” He grinned at Embry and winked
“Please keep your hands and feet inside the ve-kipp-le at all times and thank you for flying with us.”
The android sure seemed happy to be able to talk to somebody again, and have fun with a few newbies
He turned around and faced the two girls as he walked backwards down the hall
“Down here’s a lot of extra rooms for the General. They dont really tell us what its all for. But I mean I wouldnt want to know. Thats just one more room to keep track of! Anyways, on your left are the girls and boy’s bathrooms. Recently separated due to an awful argument between a couple soldiers. I wouldnt know I wasnt one of them.”
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[Lilycat2006]

Embry Morrison~Rebel Recruit~17~Wing Mutation/Death Prediction~Location: Touring~Taga: Karissa, Kipp

Embry mentally face palmed as Kipp make Kipp puns. She couldnt help but chuckle a few times. Even at his fork joke. She even winked back and dramically placed her hand on her heart and unfurled her wings for an extra effect when he… KIPPnapped her. She continued to follow him despite his bad jokes. But Embry was more interested in weapons and training than the bathrooms. "Hey Bot that is totally not called Kipp and has terrible jokes, can you tell me where the Training room is? What about the weapons? Do you have a big stash?, Oh and what about a nice big room where I can practice flying that is not outside? She asked with a smirk on her face. She yawn as Kipp looked at her, a mischievous glint in her eye.

[*Lovel*]

Karissa Blackwell | Tags: Kipp and Embry
Karissa walked steadily behind the two watching them interact with each other. She ran a hand through her hair, when the winged girl mentioned a training room she looked up mid running running her hand through her hair. "A training room would be nice to look at." she piped up softly. She will definitely need some training. She could definitely improve on her physical, mental, and ability strength. She gave Kipp a small smile.

[bailey.t136]

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❛ tisha trailbrooke ❜
joy, happiness
❛ female. ❛ 20 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ crush - michy <3.
❛ catacomb elevators ->
going up!
❛ recruit. ❛ cardiokinesis.
❛ tags - michy. edie. avie
❛ mentions - michy. edie.
banks. milo. avie. someone.

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though tense, michael interjecting about him *not* being a yeti had its perks. she tried to hide her smirk. in all honesty, she briefly glanced up at him, and could totally see where the child would've dug that image up from her imagination. tall, brooding, but almost approachable, in that distinctly michael way.

but then, of course, any chance at humor was immediately and completely squelched by that fuming rebel by the door. first, she was still bitter about the name thing. then, she was throwing out the "g" word. man, it had been a minute since she'd even dared to think about that concept. man, cell life had had its limits.

she blinked and michael's warm, chocolatey gaze was easing down her. woah, woah, tiger. easy there. the thought of him even noticing her still blew her mind and it set her cheeks alight, like cherries in grenadine. how his attention was near overwhelming. to be exposed, or to be seen. she'd decide later how she felt about it all. that was, if they ever got to this safe, calm, comforting home both rebels seemed so determined to protect.

and she wanted to defend her hero, too. it wasn't like she was choosing to ignore that jab at him, but already edie was growling again, mentioning the fight. perhaps, this time, her frustration was warranted. both officers had possibly just lost loved ones and to know such love and lose it, tish believed was worse than to never know it at all. that being said, she almost felt sorry for the girl in the woman's clutches, as all of that pent up rage was being forced into her, though not necessarily because of her.

and then a new name was being pulled into the scattered dispute.

milo.

edie had just hissed it out, probably out of frustration, but hadn't she just whined about being exposed, herself? remember that name, tish. you might need it later, should you get so far.

the slap of skin on concrete reigned all of her attention back to the scene at hand and the teen was on the ground, edie hovering over her once more. the officer had mashed the button and the ding of the elevator echoed lightly throughout the tunnel. “try to get in contact with bree." edie was motioning at michael, “...see if you can get her to meet us at the door. tell her to bring a bread roll or something. kid’s gotta eat..."

"--and maybe some soup or something - she sounds terrible?" tish's cool voice challenged the dominance of that woman's by the door. yeah, the kid had followed them, but had michael been the one to find her, she doubted such aggressive measures would've been taken. necessary measures, sure, but not such aggressive ones. it felt weird, too - having some strange sense of loyalty to the girl? some desire to provide for her... and yeah, maybe she saw bits of herself in that unwanted, unloved, unprotected soul. maybe she saw bits of her sister. but one thing her friend-- no, her neighbor had once said, was that "there are always multiple approaches when it comes to solving problems". maybe some compromise would put that giant, friendly yeti at ease. it sure would lighten the tension.

“and give the gun to tish, you big idiot. she might actually have the guts to use it if we need it.”

nice one, edie. she’d never handled a gun in her life, and she'd put money on the idea that michael was much more equipped and trained - she was certain of it, but hell if she’d let them know that. michael was reaching to trade the gun for her glass before she could resist, which, perhaps was a good thing. but she almost scoffed as those words tumbled like an avalanche out of the officer's terse lips.

"hey--" it was directed at edie, a strength to it, nearly daring her to fight back, "drop my name one more time and i'll come for your head like you came for his. hear me?"

she lifted the massive firearm over her chest and brushed past the three into the little lift, a foot strategically placed to keep the door open, "c'mon, avangeline. only reason i'll be hurting you is if you put us in any more danger than you already have. get yourself up and let's go."

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❛ ansel hanes ❜
divine protection, noble follower
❛ cismale. ❛ 26 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ wife - (al)ice.
❛ hallway -> milo's study.
❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation.
❛ tags - jess. hallway crew.
❛ mentions - milo. jessica.
hallway crew.

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"is he mad at me?”

soft words floated up from the woman on the ground as she slowly seemed to stir. maybe she was coming back from wherever she'd drifted, but something warned that determined soldier not to drop his guard just yet. stay vigilant, stay smart. he had to play this game until the end.

"no, no dear. everything's alright. we just had a few things that needed to be talked about, but i'll let the boss speak from themself. everything's going to be okay. here we go, up--"

big hands caught the advisor's as she leaned into them heavily. her movements were rough and unsteady, like a puppet on strings, but he mirrored her speed and eased her to her feet. "there we go, take it easy okay..." the man shifted to nod his gratitude to the others before offering an arm to jessica, but she was already furrowing her brow and crossing her arms.

a tense little quip about getting yelled at, and he wondered if she was finally back-- to what, he wasnt quite sure yet... but maybe back to some form of sound-mindedness. maybe she understood that milo would be frustrated? was that what she meant? his gaze shifted to milo's door down at the end of the hall and then back to her. it was risky to trust her steadiness, but at this point, he had a good thing going. she had trusted him enough to stand. all he needed to do now was to just keep rolling with it and pray he could get them there without any more upsets.

his steps were slow at first but steady as he carefully guided his advisor down the hallway. to say anything more would be potentially triggering, so he decided to keep quiet unless absolutely necessary. jessica needed peace and pacing. or at least she needed to not be challenged after everything. he would not be the one to push her over another one of her rugged edges.

it didn't take them too long before they got to the opposite end and as they reached the office door, ansel's jaw tightened. his chest expanded to some small degree as he pulled in a breath. ground yourself. this could get dirty. and then the handle was twisting open.

a slight shake of his head, barely more than a flicker, met milo's exhausted gaze as the soldier slowly pushed open the door and allowed jessica to pass in before him. she wasn't back yet, mentally, and he would never send milo into a confrontation blind. it was his job to keep both of them safe, and that meant milo understanding just how fragile their advisor was at the moment. but it also meant not sending jess in to get slaughtered when she wasn't completely cognizant. no matter how desperately behaviors needed to be changed and the overall situation addressed, an unsteady advisor would never make for a successful discussion.

ansel just prayed milo could see that.

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❛ chester (banks) ❜
i promise to love you xxxxxxxx
like the tides do
❛ cismale. ❛ 20/74 yrs old.
❛ hetero? ❛ crush/so.
❛ medbay.
❛ rebel medic.
❛ biokinesis.
❛ tags - jasp.
❛ mentions - jasp. edie.

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dimples carved gently into jasper's features as he offered a smile and banks watched him from the cot. "--that was like five apologies in half as many seconds. you’re good, okay?" his head nodded slightly in response. he wished he could believe him, jasper and that constant coolness. but something about his tone was still slightly off. slightly forced... maybe banks would be doing them both a favor in resting his voice and getting a few minutes of sleep.

but then his friend's comment about things being worse. half-closed lids blinked open a bit and he cocked his head against his pillow to watch his friend mumble. if only he'd been up top... if he'd seen the carnage and corruption that now painted the streets red. the medic's mind momentarily studdered to that girl from the street. her tears, pain. the way her hope was stolen in mere seconds. his chest tightened at the thought, a hand brushing up gently to rest over his heart. it hurt, only being able to help one, or two, or even three people while so many more were left to pay that ultimate price. he'd give every last breath to have had the chance to save them all. little had they known such a quick trip to the market would cost so much.

he blinked, swallowing the lump just beginning to weigh in his throat. if only jasper had seen it. but then again, as any soldier would have, he'd probably wanted to be apart - to do his part. banks let his head settle back into the pillow. selfishly, he was glad that solider had stayed safe in the protective walls of the rebellion. but it wouldn't always be that way, and he wouldn't always get so lucky.

"i suppose..."

and what more was there to say... he missed edie and the fact that she hadn't made it back yet was starting to worry him. the thought of anything happening to her- her bleeding out in some alley he hadn't seen... a worried look eased up to the soldier, "-- and hey jasper, i may eventually drift in and out for a few minutes, but if any news of officer crowe comes your way..."

[pereyra]

jerran fontaine-reis • he/him • no powers • rebellion supporter • location: messhall • mentions: lorenzo • tagging: open
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── despite the fact it had been almost a year since his late husband’s passing, jerran’s relationship with the people on the rebel base could be described as weird, at best. for the most part, he flew under the radar. his presence on the base wasn’t uncommon or cause for concern, but it also wasn’t particularly memorable, and jerran was thankful for that in a lot of ways. the people who had known his husband, amerigo, though, were an entirely different story. some of them he had a friendly relationship with, but most of them avoided him, and he supposed he could understand why. people died in the revolution all the time- that was a side effect of revolutions. the kicker about amerigo’s death was that it hadn’t been a casualty of his job- it had been a car accident. completely out of the blue, no way to prevent it. there wasn’t a good way to approach someone after that- what do you say? sorry your husband died in an accident and not fighting the government like he was supposed to? to be perfectly frank, if jerran heard the word ‘sorry’ one more time, he’d puke. people die in revolutions, but more than that, people also just die- all the time and for all kinds of reasons. thankfully, the universe has never been in short supply of them.

one of those particular people was lorenzo moretti. jerran wasn’t entirely sure what lorenzo was to him- a friend, he hoped. the fact lorenzo had agreed to meet him for dinner at the base said something. the fact that jerran had arrived as early as he had said even more- mostly that he’d have nothing to do for a while, so he might as well start numbering ceiling tiles. the whole place was incredibly drab, but nobody asked jerran’s opinion. that being said, jerran certainly stood out in the nearly sterile environment, dressed in a variety of clashing colors and patterns. his own home was much the same- an eyesore if you weren’t used to it. still, he made it clear that his door was open to any member of the rebellion, should they need somewhere to go. and that even if he wasn’t there, there was a spare key stashed underneath the potted cactus on his front porch. chicago wasn’t ideal for growing cacti, but god if jerran wasn’t homesick on the regular.

jerran sighed and laid back on the bench he’d been sitting at, staring up at the ceiling. he had time to kill, and nothing to do with it- and it occurred to him that maybe he should have brought darts or something, to give himself something to do. he hadn’t really thought about that in advance, though, so he did the next best thing. jerran took a pin from his hair, then one of his earrings, which he used to weigh down the end of the hairpin. taking aim, he tossed the contraption up at the ceiling- where it promptly fell back down and landed on the ground beside him. truthfully, jerran wasn’t sure if the pin would stick in whatever material the ceiling was made of. didn’t stop him from picking the pin up and trying again, though.

[Lilycat2006]

Embry Morrison~Rebel Recruit~17~Wing mutation/ Death Prediction~Location; Touring~Tags: Karissa;Kipp

She turned to face the other girl on the tour with her. She had mentioned seeing the Training room as well.Maybe we could have stuff in common? She thought, gently hummed to herself. "Hey, my name is Embry, but you probably already knew that." She laughed, extending her hand out to Karissa. " I got here yesterday. I was in hiding for a while, I mean," She said gesturing to her wings, "These are extremely hard to hide and very uncomfortable." She chuckled. " May I ask what your abilities are?" She questioned, curiously.

[ethereal .]

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎________________________________________________
rebel collector ♦ clairvoyance, telempathy ♦ nineteen ♦ location; med. room ♦ tagged; emrys, darby

Gen let her shoulders rise and fall with a shrug, "Emrys and I spent a lot of time on the streets together. We weren't exactly the most cautious duo, and it's not like we could go to a hospital." She chuckled softly, fidgeting with the needle in her hand. "I don't really get why people see you as 'the beast'. You seem more like a teddy bear with a socialization problem." She snickered, hopefully he would pick up that she was only teasing.

Almost as quickly as it had gone, that familiar feeling was rising in the back of her mind. She was about ready to tell him to knock it off. He'd be passed out on the med. room floor if he didn't pace himself. 'Toot toot, chugga chugga, feels train. Neeeeeeeeeeeeeerowoosh, the passion plane is taking off.' Her entire body stilled and an uncomfortable feeling took over. She felt odd; wishing she hadn't made the decision to help or socialize. Pursing her lips, she pushed herself up as casually as she could and put some distance between them, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I mean you are a medic. I don't see why people should be scared of you." Gen tilted her head to side as she attempted at carry out the conversation after her internal meltdown. What made it worse is she knew Emrys would be teasing her about it later. Hm, maybe she'd just bring up Nic; see how he likes it.

𝐵𝐿𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝒱𝒜𝒩𝒮____________________________________________________________
rebel mentor ♦ mentifery, accelerated percep. ♦ twenty-three ♦ location; hallway ♦ tagged; harvey, jessica, ansel, cairo

Blythe immediately clenched her jaw at his reaction to her little nickname for him, "Uh, sorry.." She muttered sheepishly, glancing back and forth between the floor and his eyes. She finally held eye contact, opening her mouth to speak but for the first time in a while she couldn't think of the words to say; the questions to ask. The whole situation was a mess. She couldn't even begin to know where to start. When he had turned away, ready to play hero again, she grabbed him by his wrist. "Nuh uh, I don't think so." She felt bad for him honestly. He looked tired; worn out. No doubt cause by the scene in front of them.

"You've done enough." Her eyes widened the second the words left her mouth, realizing that they could definitely be taken the wrong way. "Oh, uh, not like 'you've done enough' in a stop-doing-what-you're-doing bad way. Like 'you've done enough' in a you-deserve-a-break good way!" That didn't make a whole lot of sense. She huffed, frowning before she started up again; trying her best to get her point across no matter how embarrassed she was. "I don't have a doubt that you'd be the person for the job, but it wouldn't hurt to take a step back because you shouldn't have to do everything. Cairo is a big boy and- oh look! Here's Ansel! He's great at subduing!"

Blythe brought her hand to her forehead and took a deep breath. Jeez. "I should probably...stop now. I'm sorry." She mumbled quietly, breaking eye contact with him. How did this always end up happening? Every time she meant to say one thing it took a million twists and turns for her to get to her destination. Even though she had reached it a long time ago.

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taskforce member ♦ enhanced vis., eidetic mem. ♦ twenty-four ♦ location; locker room ♦ tagged; clover

Raiden squinted slightly as he walked past her, "Human decency? Where do you think you are?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. As he expected, she followed after him when he tried to make his great escape. He knew he was the one that initiated the conversation, but he could only take so much socialization. Or any at all. Why did he even start talking in the first place? He definitely could have just slipped by without uttering a word, going unnoticed.

Walking at a faster pace than usual, he scrunched up his face and sighed through his nose. "Do you not have anything better to do with your spare time?" He grumbled, tugging at the hem of his sweater in a self conscious manner. If this girl ended up following him around she'd more than likely be watching him train. Not only would that be boring for her, but nerve wracking for him. "I'm kind of busy so I don't see the point in you tagging along garlic Clove." He came to a halt and stared down at her, hoping she would leave. Though something told him she was very stubborn. (i WoNdEr WhAt It CoUlD bE)

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He was beginning to think he was doing a really good job at showing the two around. However the young girl with the big chicken wings decided to speak up and ask a whole bunch of questions. He narrowed his eyes and huffed, pouting a little bit. They didn't seem to be appreciating his tour. They both wanted to see the training room.
"We have one training room. You can shoot there and work out. We don't have a weapon stash and we don't have a large room for you to fly in. So you'll have to go stretch those chicken wings outside." he replied haughtily. The man moved the team down the hall. Past things he really wanted to talk about, like the General's quarters and the many places to hide during a hide and seek game if anyone were to play that game. He wasn't very good at hide and seek on account of his eyes lighting up in the dark. So he'd have to sit and hide with his eyes closed and he wasn't very comfortable with sitting in the dark anyways.
"Anyways.. you younguns are all about training, training, weapons, weapons! We're a rebellion.. we shouldn't be hurting anybody."
The android paused in front of the training door and pointed at it with a thumb over his shoulder
"Here's the training room. Might I ask that you shower before coming out, because a lot of the other soldiers don't do it.. and not to name fingers or point names but.. its probably one of the other bigger soldier guys.." he explained while flexing an arm muscle to prove a point
"Is there anything else you all need to know about? I can show you to your rooms. Which isn't really an individual room. Unfortunately everyone shares one big room."
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[Lilycat2006]

Embry Morrison~Rebel Recruit~17~Wing Mutation/ Death Prediction~Touring~Tags: Kipp; Karissa

"Chicken Wings? Hmmph." She pouted, faking annoyance. " Training is fun, and it's always good to be prepared, Kipp." She huffed his name out. She picked at her nails. " And, you are not doing a bad job at touring us, although you don't have a license to do it. That is all ways a downfall." She chuckled. "Show us all the other rooms. Maybe, if your good enough, I'll tip you some cash to pay for the 24 forks that were stolen from you in the mess hall. Or should I say, KIPPnapped." She added, shaking her head in amusement.