𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖 (Closed)

[aurora.borealis]

♥ N I A M H
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( power: emotional manipulation ) ( location: the van ) ( tagged: pretty much everybody in the van )

Nodding as the boy spoke, Niamh shifted her gaze over to his sibling. Curious, she almost asked him what he meant by villain, but decided not to. She knew what the stereotypes were: cruel, selfish, sometimes even psychotic. However, the brunette was not one to prejudge on the words of others and hoped that maybe he was exaggerating.

As they started to manifest flames, she became increasingly concerned. They were in a pretty enclosed space, and if she was going to die, she’d rather it not be because she was burnt to a crisp in a van of people that she wasn’t familiar with. The brunette watched as one of the girls piped up, defending the shadow manipulator who had originally spoken up. Things were starting to escalate now, and she wondered when she should step in.

Niamh wasn’t usually the type to get involved with confrontation, but she wasn’t just thinking of herself, she was also considering those who were sat beside her. She cringed as the dragon’s talon burnt through fabric. That was it, she had had enough.

As she started to discreetly manoeuvre her old faithful leather gloves from her hands, she planned on how she would move quickly enough to get her hands on her target. The ice user she had spotted earlier caused a moment of distraction as he seethed, but it was over too soon. Somebody else had joined the conversation and at this point she was getting desperate.

“…even handcuffed I could kill you.” The girl lurched forward and put her hand on an exposed piece of the flame user’s skin. Quickly she shut her eyes and concentrated hard, sucking out all of the negative emotions that were about to bubble over and replacing them with a new feeling. Tiredness. An overwhelming sense of exhaustion swept through her hand and on to her target.
Watching to see whether the slumber would hold or not, Niamh finally offered a smile to everybody else. “Sorry, I just felt like, that was making everybody uneasy and that it would probably be for the best if I neutralised the situation. I’m Niamh, it’s nice to meet you all – I mean, considering the circumstances.”

[bunneey]

( ❆ ) - JACK HAWTHORN

( Frost manipulation ) ( 24 ) ( Holding Van ) ( Tags: Apollo, Niamh ) ( Mentions: None )

Eyes fell cautiously on Jack, even Eden was praying something bad wouldn’t happen. Jack’s eyes twitched at the first voice, his chilled breath coming stronger than it had before. Still, Jack said nothing, these people weren’t worth his time. But open hearing Apollo’s second remark, Jack froze, taking in every word. There was no sound from him once Apollo finished no, only the sound of ice cracking, to the people who sat next to Jack’s dismay, a thin sheet of ice cracked along the floor, forming at Jack’s own feet. It frosted over the feet of the girl who sat next to him who was wearing gloves and was cuffed, she had been quiet for the most part so far.

(We should let everyone else have a chance to catch up now :3)

[marimo.]

Autumn Gray // 21 // Female // Power manipulation // Holding van // Tags: open // Mentions: Jack
Autumn listens to everyone bickering and the beginnings of possible fights around her. It doesn't bother her that everyone was getting so riled up, in fact, it's quite entertaining. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, lazily pulling her hands apart to see just how far they can go. Not far, unfortunately, and if she wanted to borrow someone's power, she'd have to turn to them to touch them, and that would defeat the purpose of keeping her gift curse a secret. She snaps her eyes open and looks around at the sound of ice cracking. Ice is forming at the feet of a brown-haired guy and he looks as if he's about to explode. The air in the van grows tense at his outburst and she can't help but feel the ride isn't going to end well.

Gabriel Folliero // 29 // Male // Agent // Base camp underground // Tags: Rin, Gwen // Mentions: none
"Yeah, I'll just leave all of the technical stuff to him. It's a good thing about the power-blocking suits. Those'll be handy to have, though." Gabe says to Rin. He nods in agreement as Gwen relays what she heard from Nick and replies, "I can't help but feel bad for them, though, even if they do try to kill us once or twice. I get where they're coming from. I mean, some of them must have loved ones at home." And I know just how easy it if for your loved ones to be ripped away from you. The conversation is doing nothing to help his mood, so he half-heartedly performs a couple of exercises with the weights in an attempt to just get himself moving, not really wanting to go anywhere else.

[InfectedHau]

Gwen Ramirez||Agent||30||Base Camp Underground||Tagged: Rin, Gabriel

"Yeah, well," Gwen said, her own reps also becoming somewhat half-hearted, "can't be easy growing up for a kid like that. You have to walk on eggshells or people get hurt. This is probably better for them." Her dad had told her stories about the difficulties of growing up Gifted. It was basically living just the civilian half of a superhero comic, full of suspicion and fear. Not fun. "I'm still gonna shoot them if they try anything funny." Live ammo wasn't authorized in the compound, but she still had a few flash rounds and clips of rubber bullets just in case. They wouldn't kill, but they would definitely make any would-be assailant think twice about attacking her. "So who wants to go make our first impression?" She asked. "Who's got the best T.I. voice?"

[memichoo]

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Eliora Blythe
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✦ || elle || female || 22
ability:; light
rank:; gifted
location:; holding van
tags:; jack

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➳ Eliora listened silently to the conversations of the strangers around her, straining to see through her blindfold. Her temper snapped at the lack of vision; it made the situation feel much worse than it already was. She twisted her neck at an uncomfortable angle and began to rub her face against her shoulder. She was sure she looked absolutely ridiculous, but the motion began to work and the blindfold began to loosen up. Soon enough it popped off her head and she blinked at the new view. There were more people than she expected; there were two conversing and, with a start, she saw carefully crafted fire touch one. As she looked around, she noticed more strange details. A boy across from her wore a murderous expression and a mask across his lower face. Puffs of icy breath escaped the fabric, making her stare. That wasn't normal, either. It clicked as she saw these odd people, what they had in common; she hadn't done anything wrong, not of her own free will. She simply inherited an ability that earned her special treatment, like all these other people.

The girl stiffened as she heard a loud noise, gaze darting to the frosty boy. She only raised a brow at his sudden outburst. She wasn't exactly an expert in being kidnapped, but she knew anger wouldn't help. She stretched her hands in her ropes, glaring up at the ceiling. Her powers prevented her from being captured; they didn't help whatsoever afterwards. A new bout of bickering caught her attention, and she frowned at the exchange. Some of the others were really getting into each others' skins. She was about to speak up, shout at everyone to shut up and stop bickering, when a girl freed herself and touched Katniss. The contact appeared to do something, she wasn't quite sure what, but it was good. The girl stiffened as the sound of crackling ice filled the van, coming from that very angry frost boy. Narrowing her eyes, she mentally reached out and focused the light in the van into a hot beam, momentarily darkening the rest of the vehicle. It began to melt patches of the ice, and she continued until it was mostly thawed away. Raising a brow at the ice boy, she said, "Can we maybe not do that?" She didn't particularly feel like freezing in this cursed van. Realizing that she also didn't want to make the frost boy an enemy, she lost her exasperated expression. Dropping her voice so the fire girl wouldn't hear, she whispered, "Look, I'm on your side in this argument but losing our tempers won't help us," She didn't want a civil war inside this moving can. It would be utter chaos.

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Maverick Clarke
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‣ || loki || male || 25
ability:; illusions
rank:; advisor
location:; base camp
tags:; nick - azura

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➳ Maverick leaned against his wooden desk as Nick eased up a bit, grinning. "Yes yes, exactly. We'll be fine," he repeated nonchalantly, giving another casual shrug. Sure, some may provide a decent challenge, but they would persevere through it and wouldn't stop until they won. He refused to lose; he hated it. It was shameful and a show of weakness. He glanced up at Nick at his next question. "No, I haven't checked up on them quite yet. I'm assuming they're down training, blowing off some steam. You know how they are," he answered. The agents were an active bunch, which made sense if you considered their backgrounds. He still found it surprising that such trained soldiers had left their duties for this. Still, he was grateful, of course. While he was capable in hand-to-hand combat, good even, it wasn't an honorable way of fighting whatsoever. He fought dirty, with anything possible, and didn't find anything wrong with that. It worked, oh it worked, but he assumed that it would look awful if some government-trained supernatural humans fought like thieves on the street. They wouldn't exactly have the best reputation, and so he was completely fine with hardened military trainers.

Maverick glanced towards the door as more knocks, softer this time, rang against the wood. "Come in," he called out lowly, not at all surprised to see the other advisor Azura. He had wondered where they had been. He nodded at the older advisor's quiet apology. He had developed a sort of respect for them and didn't necessarily want to blame or anger them. "That's fine. We can fill you in on anything you missed," he said, pausing to listen before speaking again. "Yes, it seems some have. I assume this was to keep them from acting out. Some have very..." he searched for a forgiving word, "strong personalities, which may provide a good challenge." Of course, he didn't blame the gifted humans for protesting. He would have been disappointed if they didn't. It showed a natural fire, a desire to protect themselves. They needed that. Still, it wasn't the best approach to bringing them to the manor, and he could read that same disapproval on Azura's face. They really did need to work on a better transportation method. If it were him in that van, he would arrive with a bloodthirsty vengeance. Shaking his head minutely, he straightened and gave a bright smile. "So, Azura, have you spoken to the agents yet? We haven't heard much from them today and we want to make sure they're ready for the new arrivals." They wanted to make a good professional introduction. After the harsh transportation, they needed it.

[alienbirb]

Lazuli Tian | female | 25 | wings manifestation
gifted | location: van | tags: Niamh

Lazuli held her breath until she realized the situation had been effectively de-escalated, despite the massive sheet of ice on the floor. For now, she supposed. The restraints around her were very loose now, making it much easier for her to wriggle and squirm - she could even move one of her arms again from under the restraints and poke a few fingers out of the collar if she wanted to. She does that, feeling around for some kind of opening or clasps and tugging at anything she can reach.

Unexpectedly, the sheet of ice became water, just as Lazuli was figuring out how to open the dang restraints.

Jeez. At least I always wear boots when I go outside. Would hate to be stuck here with wet socks. Lazuli thought. With a final tug, Lazuli had effectively torn open the top part of her restraints and sat their, a bit winded from all the struggling. This Niamh person seemed nice - maybe she should move over there.

"Hey!" Lazuli awkwardly stood up and sloshed through the gross van water to go over to where Niamh sat. "Nice to meet you, too! Pretty wild day today, eh? I was supposed to have an exam today but... guess I kinda got out of that."

She glanced over at where the flaming one was currently... extinguished. She felt a bit bad, but to be fair, she and the frosty one really needed to calm down.

Sen Lin | genderless (they/them) | 22 | sound/voice mimicry
gifted | location: van | tags: (everyone)

Sen frowned from where they sat. True, they did manage to cause a bit of chaos, but it didn't look to be quite enough. They thought to themself, wondering what the best course of action was. And given their lack of strength, it wasn't as if they could just punch out a window and jump out. It'd be an incredibly foolish idea from a moving vehicle anyway. Though, with that water sloshing around the floor of the van... no, that won't quite work.

But what if they were all made to believe there was danger coming from outside? Sen concentrated for a bit, focusing their breath and voice, until they produced eerily realistic, yet muffled shotgun blasts - as if they came from somewhere just several meters away outside the van. For a moment, they wished they also had the ability to mess with people's other senses, though for now they'd have to do with auditory confusion. As they produced a few more gunshot sounds, they added in a touch of a distant motorcycle engine, approaching steadily.

From where she stood, Lazuli looked around incredulously, expression agitated.

"The heck is up with that?!" She exclaimed. "For crying out loud- can't we all just catch a break already!"

Azura Tian | genderless (they/them or he/him) | 35 | dragon breath
adviser | location: base camp | tags: Nick and Maverick

"Ah, the agents." Azura sighed. This was another thing they felt a bit uncomfortable with - the Gifted were not weapons. Why did it feel like they were being treated as such? It didn't help that Azura generally didn't trust the military - as an institution, they were known for all sorts of underhanded tactics. But at the same time, they supposed individual soldiers weren't always representative of the whole. Still, they'd rather the Gifted learn from a source less known for... imperialistic tactics.

"No, I have yet to greet them. I could go now - is there anything else in particular either of you would like me to pass onto them?" Azura asked. "If they're all training in one spot, that should make the exchange fairly simple."

[Poplar]

Artemis / Male / 19/Shadow Manipulation/ Holding Van/Tags-everyone

Artemis looked at his now, hopefully just asleep sibling. They had deserved it, taunting the other angry one was not smart. The ice sheet on the floor would be annoying, the frost one didn’t think it through. But then again, neither did Apollo. The sheet of ice became water, which he didn’t seem to care about.

The sound of gunshots broke him from his thoughts. “That’s not good.” He whispered, pulling himself into a ball and covering his ears. He could already feel tears spring into his eyes, and memories pushed their way into his head.

“Make it stop.” He managed to weakly say.

[aurora.borealis]

♥ N I A M H
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( power: emotional manipulation ) ( location: the van ) ( tagged: pretty much everybody in the van )

Looking down, Niamh noticed a sheet of ice covering her feet. "Huh, when did that…did you?” She shifted her gaze to the guy sat next to her with the mask on. It appeared that this had happened completely by accident judging the look in his eyes, and she figured it was probably due to the situation which she had hopefully just diffused. Pursing her lips, she turned back to the flame manipulator, pleased to see they were now snoozing peacefully. Removing her hand, she started to slowly pop her gloves back on.

Suddenly, the pressure on her toes was released and the girl looked down to see the ice had melted.

“Ah, thank you, my toes were beginning to get a little cold.” She smiled to the girl who had freed her feet before looking back to the guy who had frozen them. “Sorry that I didn’t step in sooner, I didn’t know if I could subdue them, but I’m pretty sure they’ll sleep for the rest of the journey, so you needn’t worry. Just try and calm down the best you can.” Finally slipping her other glove on, she started to relax as one of the girls approached her and took a seat beside her.

Smile widening as she started to talk, Niamh nodded. The day had been insane and she felt like it had been going on forever. She only hoped that wherever they were going was actually going to help them all, or this all seemed rather unnecessary. “You missed an exam? What in?” Hopefully talking about something would take their minds off their current situation.

The brunette was about to ask why the girl had been chosen to go to the facility when she heard the revving of a motorbike and gunshots nearby. Panic settled in her stomach, but she tried to keep a brave face. “I’m sure we’ll be safe in here, if the government set up this programme then they must have precautions in place to stop us getting out of this van, and keep others from getting in.” There it was, the optimism that she was so well known for.

But it was short lived as the van lurched to a halt. Niamh looked to the doors anxiously, eyebrows furrowed and breathing slow. It would appear they had arrived, but where exactly? At that moment, the doors were opened and she couldn't help but squint as bright light illuminated the van's cabin. From what she could see they were in a wooded area, and snow had settled on the ground. Cold air blew into the van and she couldn't help but grit her teeth. She wasn't really dressed for cold weather, and hadn't had time to grab a thick jacket before they'd ushered her into captivity.

[bunneey]

( ❆ ) - JACK HAWTHORN

( Frost manipulation ) ( 24 ) ( Holding Van ) ( Tags: Eliorah, Niamh ) ( Mentions: None )

Jack looked up at the blonde who had been talking to him and blinked, he didn’t expect the sudden harsh kindness coming from her. In all honesty he didn’t expect anyone to treat him like a human being, but the thought clicked that these people weren’t here for fun. These people were taken from their everyday lives, wether they agreed to or not, just like him. Jack looked down at his feet and realized what happened, kicking his boots to get the water off them. “Sorry.” He mumbled to most everyone that was effected by his own doing. Jack held his breath for a moment looked beside him to Niamh. With a cautious sigh he hung his head, giving up on his rage fueled facade, “Jack Hawthorn.” He said through the muffling mask loud enough so the others could hear.



( ❂ ) - EDEN FALLON

( Poison Vapor ) ( 20 ) ( Holding Van ) ( Tags: Everyone ) ( Mentions: None )

Eden grinned and clasped her hands together, “There we go! See now we are playing nicely!” Eden said with excitement. When the van lurched to a halt Eden almost bounced up as if she was ready to give herself her own tour. Eden tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the door to unlock. Eden didn’t want to seem too eager to get going with it, but this was her chance to have a better start and meet people who are willing to treat her normally. Eden almost glistened at the idea of finally being away from her nagging mother and uptight step-father, while she knew she didn’t have it hard, it was difficult for Eden to live in the same house as them and all the while try and conceal her potentially dangerous powers.



( ☽ ) - NICK SMITH

( Arcane ) ( 29 ) ( Base Camp ) ( Tags: Maverick, Azura ) ( Mentions: None )

Nick sighed, “We’ll have to assign them the suits and give our Agents the controls to dampen their abilities...As harsh as it seems.” He added with slight regret, he couldn’t imagine someone taking away his abilities without him knowing, but this is the first time the governemnt has allowed anything like this to happen since the 70s, and not all these kids were exactly thrilled to be here, but they had no other choice. Nick hoped some of them would at least find comfort in the fact that everyone heading the operation did in fact posses abilities just like them, except each one had less extreme training and years of it to be able to be trusted as much as they were to teach others like them how to use their abilities for good. Someone in the government didn’t want their abilities to be wasted, and someone else agreed, thus sparking this whole operation and giving Nick the chance to right the wrongs of many other failed cases. Nick’s thought were pulled back to reality as he gave a relieved sigh, “I am certain they won’t have to wear them long though.” He added.





( ☬ ) -RIN TAKAHASHI

( Agent Captain ) ( 26 ) ( Base Camp underground ) ( Tags: Gabe, Gwen ) ( Mentions: None )

Rin gave a slight snort, “It’s not like it’s that hard for us to take down a few kids anyways.” She joked, it everything seemed half hearted between the three. Rin could tell everyone, including her, was nervous. Rin had never death with any wannabe superheroes before, and the thought almost made her feel inferior, as all she could do was wield a katana, or handle a gun, but that was something anyone could learn. Then again, the thought that Rin, Gabe, and Gwen had been hand picked to help train and look after these people was comforting, knowing that she proved her worth and someone noticed her abilities. Rin didn’t see anyone else in her basic unit get chosen, so the thought that she did better made her eagerness bounce.

[Flora.]

Ariana Cayden | 25 | Advisor | Metal Manipulation | Tags: Open

Today was an exciting day for Ariana, she was going to meet the next batch of gifted and help them to not only use their powers but to help them understand them as well. Though her first memory of this place hadn't been the fondest, looking back she realized that this place saved her in more ways that one. She was heading down the wrong path, one that didn't have a happy ending. Now she was surrounded by people who understood just who and what she was, and that was something Ariana had never experienced before exiting that van on day one.

Although she was excited for today, she also loved her sleep above all else. "I hope I'm not too late and miss first meet." Ariana thought to herself as she quickly dressed and made her way to where the holding van would drop off the new gifted, her hair still went from her quick shower.


Azrael Drake | 23 | Agent | Tags: Open

"I wonder if this batch will be as willful and as undisciplined as the last." Azrael mused to herself as she finished out her daily five mile run around the compound. The run not only served to keep her in the necessary shape needed to train the gifted, but it also served to relax her and to clear her mind. Training those with powers was a difficult task, especially for those that weren't 'gifted' with such abilities. However, that's why most, if not all, of the Agents possessed a decorated military background. Azrael had excelled in training individuals to not only reach their true potential, but to also learn control.

She had made sure to make it back to her room with plenty of time to get a shower and to eat breakfast, Azrael knew that first days were hectic and that she likely wouldn't have enough time to eat until that night. She soon made her way to where the holding van would drop off the new gifted, wondering why they were often brought in like criminals. "I guess all of this is necessary when you're bringing people in against their will." Azrael thought to herself as she waiting to see what she would have to work with this time.