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[Not here]

Jessica Marie "MJ"
|Motivated|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|Python|Training room|Harvey & Daniel|

She had did her best to remain calm and balanced for the young man but in the back her mind, she could feel the germs crawling across her skin. Her body was itching and all she could think about was shedding the skin but that would require a lot of her energy.

Aside from crawling skin, she relatively at ease till they walked into a training room. Her nose caught the scent of something new and her body lifted up with her head on a swivel till her eyes would land on a male, who was punching at a bag nearby. He didn't seem like a doctor and also had a familiar presence to him. Though she was confused that there was a gym here. She has been in the lab for many years and never saw this room. Now that she was thinking about, the outside hallway was different too. Maybe she had been drugged and moved locations.

Her attention was now redirected at the male. "He's not punching correctly." The voices were starting to mesh well to create her own voice with slight differences. "he has to make sure he breathes in between each punch for stronger force." Aside from a headache forming, the old Jess was peaking through. The headache had came about from her memory trying to snake its way out of the dark but she wasn't ready yet. There was still a bit more time to heal."Who is he?"

[rainbowwrowell]

Mavis; Tags; Jasper, Milo, Banks, Akiko, Ansel, Darby, Chester, and anyone else with them I probably forgot apologizes ^^'

Standing, Mavis nodded," Get up off your butt then." She looked at him. She waited before she turned and ran down the familiar catacomb path and towards where the noise of the injured fellow rebels were. She found the group and upon seeing them all, tears filled her eyes. Now isn't the time to be a child. You need to help them. "Okay so Fireflies has medics getting ready and preparing to take care of everyone. From what Im aware of, nobody else besides you all have left since Milo left. Jasper and I are here to give you a hand, since you probably need it." Her voice was surprisingly stable, only wobbling at the start, but now she just sounded more emotionless. She had to supress all the feelings, even if if one of the people she was closest to were badly hurt, especially because pretty much everyone around her shouldnt have a crying teenage girl to deal with too. "Okay, to be honest I think whoever is most injured should maybe be given to Akiko? Since theyre faster with their whole ice on the ground of the catacombs deal, if its safe to, of course. Im not good at medic stuff but still." She explained, sounding authoritative, suprising herself. "Plus, it means people will get help sooner and wont be in pain much longer. "


((Just blanked and forgot character names Im so sorry Ive exams next week and Ive been so busy

[Expired_Karma]

(Akiko doesn’t have Ice magic,she has weapon summoning and electricity.FireFlies is the one with the ice)

FireFlies. Tagged:Everyone in the Catacombs

FireFlies stood up and nodded”Right.Are they still on the surface?”FireFlies asked Milo.She heard foot steps coming from behind and she turned around and heard Mavis speak”We’re all good here.They don’t need to be carried except for the people already being carried.Maybe you two could just escort slash protect them to the entrance”FireFlies says to Mavis.She realized that the Entrance is unguarded if Jasper and Mavis are here”Why did you two leave the entrance unguarded?That’s so foolish of you two”She muttered the last sentence under her breath.Her cat tail made a circle behind her and magic blue runes appeared where her tail brushed and made a magic circle.Two ice soldiers came from the circle and the circle disappeared.She touched their foreheads and then the two ice soldiers started skating in the same technique as Fireflies.She gave them the order to guard the entrance.A shiver ran down FireFlies’s tail and it swished back and forth and eventually went away.She could make moving objects and give them simple orders but they only last for 30 minutes before melting”Nows not the time to do something so foolish as leave the entrance unguarded.But nows also not the time for arguments or my questions so i’ll drop it.Just get these guys to the Entrance within 30 minutes”She looked at Milo”The two medics still on the surface,correct?”FireFlies said while rubbing her hands together for warmth.Creating the ice soldiers made her colder than a regular ice creation

[faelyn]

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(Rebel Officer Medic) ( Location: Rebel Base Entrance) ( Mood: Concerned ) ( Tags: Nic & Hani ) (Sleep Alleviation & Unconscious Inducement )

Letting pure dread grace her features for a moment when a groan escaped the mentor’s lips, her seemingly-calm mask had begun to peel away from her ever-so delicate features. Crimson red blood traced the floors of the Rebellion, and a shadowed figure danced at the corner of her vision. Her instincts merely steered her brisk movements and with the speed of lightning, she whirled around, pivoting on her heel.

Catching a brief glimpse of the gathering officer’s figure, the tenseness in her veins dwindled away.. Of course. The young man held a small cup in his hands and small ripples of steam hovered in the air above the drink. “Officer Jung.” Her words were carefully placed, and a warm smile twitched on her features as the gathering officer spoke. “Thank you so much for your help. Would you mind placing the tea in the Medical Room?”

Letting her attention flutter to Nic, the tears welling in his eyes didn’t go ignored for long and with gentle assistance Bree guided him with her hand, in the medical room. Lifting her head slightly to look up at the mentor, she spoke. “Nic, you’ve got to pull through, alright?” Her voice radiated a soft tone and paused for a moment to let her words soak in. “You'll be fine, you can get cleaned up. Here take a seat." Directing him to a nearby chair, the officer medic strided to a sink and grasped a washcloth soaking it underwater, before handing it to the mentor.

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(Taskforce Enforcer) ( Location: Taskforce Base) ( Mood: Confused & Concerned) ( Tags: Pandora, Wren, Elora, Hannah)
(Healing & Bulletproof Skin)

Relief swept over him like a gentle breeze as the female enforcer’s voice reached his ears. She was alright! A faint twitch of a smile spread across his features at the thought and he listened intently at Wren’s words, slightly willing her to mention the status of the captain. Her statement was far from his will, and despite his disappointment, he let words of confirmation flood his throat. “Of course.” The words had come simply and he let out a silent breath as he prepared himself for his next words. “I’ll see you at base.”

Letting his phone slither into his back pocket, he pushed himself to his feet and disappeared behind a corner, only to find himself as confused as ever. A gust of wind flew into his features as he sauntered into foreign alleyways, slightly unsure of himself. Fast moments had ticked by, and he could feel his confidence slipping away into a dark abyss. Embarrassment flushed his features, his breaths fast-paced and ragged as he found himself against a building wall. Reprimanding himself for his unforeseen falter of speed and endurance, he shook his head and flew into the cycle of a run.

Alas, he had arrived. The moment he had anticipated, after several moments of sweat and distress. ‘Where is Jaxon?' Pulling himself closer into the depths of the building at the mention of his name, his azure gaze fluttered to the male enforcer immobilized on the ground. Uh-oh.

”What happened?” Turning his gaze to the female enforcers nearby for several moments, he shook his head. It didn’t really matter, did it? He knelt down, feeling his energy surging at his fingertips. “Just… relax. It shouldn’t hurt much. ” Guilt overwhelmed his senses, knowing inwardly that in most circumstances, his words were just a mere lie. His abilities accelerated the healing process into one moment, however the pain in those weeks of healing were built up into those few moments and hopefully Pandora would be able to endure it.


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(Rebel Gatherer) ( Location: Chicago ) ( Mood: Annoyed) ( Tags: Evelyn, Hugo) (Aquakinesis & Telepathy )


Indignation swept through her, and her earlier thoughts were dismissed. Was he blind? She was coming, couldn’t Hugo see? She clenched her jaw, rather tightly as she fought the urge to send a painful slap across the older man’s face. His next words set a fire in her heart. She was remotely fine, as far as he was concerned. “I’m perfectly fine, no thanks to you.” It was profoundly true, and she meant it with all of her heart. She needed no one to care about her, not anymore at least. Letting her gaze trail to the female gatherer, she briskly strode past the duo through the catacombs.

Continuing her path of travel towards the upper city, she breathed a sigh as the familiar scene of towering buildings settled into place. Chicago, city of the United States. Throwing a mere glance at her infuriating companions, she admired the scenery around her for the briefest of moments, before slowing her pace to a steady walk. Be normal. The thought shot through her mind, like a bullet propelling through flesh and she let it cradle her movements for the time being.

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Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - content Tagged - Tacet {mentions; n/a} Powers - fire manip, weapon summ. location - Mess hall

Xylas watched as Tacet's face grew dusted with a small hint of rose and the darker man grinned, happy to have had any sort of effect. Then, Tacet was up and leaving with barely a moments notice. Xylas breathed for a moment. Now? He was up out of his chair right when he realized Tacet had disappeared. His face grew hot once more and he spun around, still barely seeing the chaos everyone was in. It couldn't be that bad, he was just going for patrol.

He wouldn't get in too much trouble.

He went into the dorm room, heading toward his locker in a few swift steps. He pulled his sweater over his head, throwing the tattered thing into the trash, and finally found a comfy looking shirt and a nice jacket. Fur lined the collar as he pulled it on and quickly changed into a better pair of jeans that weren't full of holes.

He was in the bathroom two moments later, staring at his reflection in a mirror. "How does someone dress for a date, what the hell does he expect from me." He only spoke to himself when in moments of panic like this one. He finger-combed his hair before pulling it all into a pony and then washed his face with cold water. That would get the colour out of his cheeks.

He was then outside, picking at his left brow nervously looking for Tacet, he had passed by a group outside but thought nothing of it as he left the elevator and stood outside in the soft breeze. "Okay, breathe this isn't that bad. You look fine, you have black on, Tacet likes black I think." he mumbled to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest

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Rank - medic Feeling - Panic tm Tagged - Banks, Milo, Ansel{mentions;} Powers - injury trans,. accelerated healing location- The surface

Darby shifted as he followed right behind Ansel after slowly catching up. He breathed a heavy sigh when they paused once more and he looked down at Chester. His brows knit together as he tried to read the other medic's facial expression before his attention was brought to Fireflies, a soldier. He scowled slowly, finally coming to the realization that she hadn't noticed him and Banks.

"We're right here. Don't get your tail in a twist." He said bluntly, rolling his eyes. No one was actually injured, why did she feel the need to bring panic to the rest of the rebels. "Banks just needs rest, he overexerted himself. Milo simply needs rest too, and probably some juice or something." He glanced over toward Ansel, he looked like he could have better days, but Darby blinked. If needed, he could take the soldier's injuries later on. Ansel wasn't one to get healed often.

"Ansel is fine, as am I." He muttered finally before moving to stand beside the taller man. He arched a brow as his eyes traced the back of the man's skull. Sure enough, crimson was making its way down his neck and matting his hair. It looked like the bleeding wouldn't stop without stitches... or accelerated healing. In a quick swift movement Darby had moved to be able to hold Banks in his one arm; albeit quite awkwardly, and lifted his hand to grab the back of Ansel's head. "You're good, right man?"

Already he could feel the crimson beginning down his neck as he moved to carry Banks in both his arms once more.
One more injury, it wasn't that bad. He could stitch himself up in the mirror later if need be.

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Rank - Mentor Feeling - flippin panic mode man!x2 Tagged - Breanne, Hani{mentions;} Powers - ice manip location- base entrance

Nic looked over toward Hani as he reappeared with a steaming mug of tea. He smiled gratefully but couldn't keep his eyes trained anywhere for too long as his misty gaze lost focus. He felt Breanne's grip as she directed him into the medical room. He groaned something quietly as he sat down, his sore muscles tensing as the medicinal officer handed him the warm rag.

He waited a moment as he removed his shirt, setting the frostbitten top onto the nearby table as gently as he could before he began removing the dried blood from his shoulders. The shock was slowly wearing off, which gave him more room to overthink. "I don't think anyone understands the situation Officer Weaver." He mumbled, holding his head in his hands, trying not to let a sob escape his lips. "I abandoned the others, I didn't let it be known that there was a sniper until it was too late.

His lips quivered as he stared down at his hands. Officer Crowe had seen his horrible display of self-control, he didn't need anyone else to see that. He groaned again, hiding his streaming eyes from the officer. "I'm done for, I think it might be easier for me to just leave before everyone gets back." Sure, he was repeating himself again, and he did promise Banks that he wouldn't.

But leaving looked like the easiest situation at the moment. He wouldn't be putting anyone at risk anymore, he wouldn't be using bogus training techniques on recruits that probably wouldn't work. His shoulders heaved as he choked back another shaky breath.

Leaving would be easier than everyone watching him getting kicked out.

He didn't know Milo enough to assume that the general would keep him there, he likely wouldn't; seeing what Nic had done today and put the group through up top.

He wondered if Officer Weaver would let him go.

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Rank - Task force Feeling - calm Tagged - Bennett{mentions; n/a} Powers - shadow walking, levitation location - the gym

Bennett had started to seem different when Darian started to levitate, seemingly his energy immediately channelled toward the weapons specialist. He started to turn in the air, his hands resting on his knees for a moment before Darian moved to get up quickly.

The change of movement caught Darian off guard and his dropped to the floor, he grimaced, rubbing the leg he landed on before getting to his feet. He ran his fingers through his growing hair, knowing he needed to get another haircut soon. His dark eyes looked over at Bennett, confusion lacing over his features.

"Wait is there something going on?" He came up beside Bennett in a flash, his eyebrows pinching together as he ran his hand over his face, feeling a slight strain in his muscles from concentrating so hard on levitating. He shifted, his lips pursing together in confusion. He wanted to go out there, curiosity mingling with his confusion, he looked back at Bennett, awaiting his decision,

[Nightsent]

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levi rey macías ━━━ mood: focused ━ location: med center ━ tagged: romi, nic, hani, bree

indent Even outside the base, there was blood. On the walls, the floors. Great. We'll probably have to clean that sooner rather than later; can't have some public health official knocking on our door.
indent Then came fireflies, yelling about injuries and the medbay. It was a lot to take in, for sure, but he'd seen as much before. Back at the inhuman school, Levi had often been in charge of intake, as he could help identify wounds and determine severity. Today would be no different.
indent "Calm down, Romi. You're an amazing medic and I know you'll do your best, no matter what comes our way. I'm going to run inside quick and tell Officer Weaver the news; you stay here and get ready." After setting his bag near the other medic's feet, Levi turned and opened the door to the rebel headquarters. His movements were jagged, almost robotic, as he made his way to the medical center. There, he found quite a few people, but only one of which he was actually looking for. It was then that he let his voice ring out.
indent “Officer Weaver. There are a few seriously injured headed home. I- i’m unsure how many are in need of assistance.”

[onion]

♥ romi kim / 19 / rebel medic
power: healing touch
location: mess hall
tags: levi

romi shook her head, placing her hands on her ears. the noise was blaring with fireflies' voice and the scent of blood made it worse. "come on you have to do this," she told herself in her head. she looked up to levi as he fled the room and simply nodded, though it was an unsure nod. next, romi knelt down and started unpacking levi's medical bag. gauze, tape, bandages of all sizes, antiseptic, neosporin, rubbing alcohol, all sorts of things, she set these things on the table next to her as she unpacked them and tried to stay as calm as possible. "alright..." she said softly. "who needs help the most?" romi announced as a question, turning around and swiveling to her feet.

✿ hani jung / 19 / rebel gathering officer
power: mind reading
location: medbay
tags: nic bree (levi)

hani nodded to bree and rushed into the med room quietly, setting the platter and cup down on the table. "im no medic but uh..." he started before levi came rushing in. relief trickled over him at the sight of his friend's face even if it was panicked and worried. "is there anything more i can do? i know basic hospitality things and... um...." he stuttered as the others spoke. it was hard to get words out for hani, as he wasnt used to this situation at all. he felt small, useless even.

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felix naomi shor | squad member | human | taskforce hq | tagged: elora, wren, TARS, hannah | mentioned: n/a

"okay, girlie. heave ho~" felix didn't really react much to hannah's arrival--hellos could always be exchanged later. with a steady grip and precise movements, captain stellar was hefted into the chair, as delicately as possible. which wasn't exactly delicate. they could always figure that out, later. right now, a charge was in order to keep the man online. a mechanic could always come later, and it wasn't like the android exactly had the capacity to feel the agony of severed limbs. or could he? either way, it didn't matter much right that second.

"there we are. chop chop, wren, we can't be taking all night. as much as i do enjoy your company." a smooth, well-placed wink and click of the tongue in the inhuman's direction, and then the human was leaning david's limp body forward. a warm, strong hand smoothed the messy, silver-streaked locks away from TARS's face, and felix's heterochromatic gaze took in the wreckage along his features. he wasn't human, or even inhuman, but her tone as she spoke to him was significantly softer than before. "hang in there, buddy. good as new before you know it, eh?"

[doc .]

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"KIPP" - ♂ - Rebel Soldier - Form
Tags: Sparrow

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KIPP felt like he was going to shut down at any moment. He was breathing quickly and once Sparrow let go of his hand he hugged himself and shuddered. He didnt like feeling this confused. His brother passed away just seconds ago, and he felt him shut down. Would he feel that when he shut down? Was he next? He was such an old model it was probably coming for him next.. it.. death.. whatever it was..
Sparrow brought him back to earth again, and he breathed in and out before lowering himself to sit beside her
“M-my brother.. he was such a good guy back when we were younger.. he loved learning new things.. he just wanted to be outside and experience it all.” He explained while moving a hand to rub away the false tears running down his cheeks. (Which still surprised him, he was not used to this liquid falling from his eyes)
“I was t-the oldest of the three androids made.. and as the big brother I think I helped him get out of his shell and.. really experience life like any other human would..”
He sniffled softly and lowered his head, looking down at the ground now
“But years ago the younger brother passed.. and he just wasnt the same after that. S-something went wrong with him..”
He began to sob again as he covered his head and shook silently, shaking his head
“Oh god.. I’m next.. I’m the oldest.. I’ve got to be next.. I dont want to go..”
He seized for a moment, his shaking pausing for a moment before he lifted his head and rubbed his neck
“..ow..”
The android’s face was completely wet. He sparked from his neck again, seizing before going still
“...ow..”
He used his sleeves to try and wipe off his face to stop his system from fritz
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[faelyn]

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(Rebel Officer Medic) ( Location: Rebel Base Entrance) ( Mood: Concerned ) ( Tags: Nic & Hani ) (Sleep Alleviation & Unconscious Inducement )

The tears cascading down the mentor’s eyes were just barely glimpsed by the officer, and sorrow pierced the surface of her emotions. Grasping a nearby chair, she set it down and took a seat. Her azure eyes shone with silent empathy and for several moments, not a single word escaped her lips as she listened quietly to the mentor’s guilt-developed statement.
“Everyone messes up, I can tell you I have done it more than once, before.” Letting her gaze flutter to the floor then back up at the young man, she pressed her lips together, and closed her eyes for the briefest of moments. “Nic, hear me out on this. The Rebellion needs you.”

A clear voice rang out and with a slight tilt of her head, a familiar face flashed in her vision. Levi. The medic was bursting out with new knowledge and pure horror drenched her senses as Levi spoke. No. It can’t be. Her features fluttered with worry, and she struggled to control her emotions. They need you to be strong. Breathe.

The small voice echoed in her mind and Bree let out a sharp breath, feeling the familiar sense of control sweep through her once more. “Alright then, gather all of the supplies and lead the injured to the medical room. Bring all of the medics, here. I’ll assist you, as soon as I can.”

Sweeping her gaze across the room, her eyes landed on the mentor and paused for a moment, before speaking. “There are injured rebels that need my help. Nic, promise me, you won’t leave this room while I’m gone." Her voice was gentle and lowered her voice into a whisper as she continued. "Please." Lifting herself off her seat, she sauntered out of the medical room and at the corner of her vision, caught a glimpse of the gathering officer. "Hani, would you mind taking care of Nic? Make sure he doesn't leave the room, alright? And drinks his tea."

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(Taskforce Enforcer) ( Location: Taskforce Base) ( Mood: Confused & Concerned) ( Tags: Pandora, Wren, Elora, Hannah)
(Healing & Bulletproof Skin)

Relief swept over him like a gentle breeze as the female enforcer’s voice reached his ears. She was alright! A faint twitch of a smile spread across his features at the thought and he listened intently at Wren’s words, slightly willing her to mention the status of the captain. Her statement was far from his will, and despite his disappointment, he let words of confirmation flood his throat. “Of course.” The words had come simply and he let out a silent breath as he prepared himself for his next words. “I’ll see you at base.”

Letting his phone slither into his back pocket, he pushed himself to his feet and disappeared behind a corner, only to find himself as confused as ever. A gust of wind flew into his features as he sauntered into foreign alleyways, slightly unsure of himself. Fast moments had ticked by, and he could feel his confidence slipping away into a dark abyss. Embarrassment flushed his features, his breaths fast-paced and ragged as he found himself against a building wall. Reprimanding himself for his unforeseen falter of speed and endurance, he shook his head and flew into the cycle of a run.

Alas, he had arrived. The moment he had anticipated, after several moments of sweat and distress. ‘Where is Jaxon?' Pulling himself closer into the depths of the building at the mention of his name, his azure gaze fluttered to the male enforcer immobilized on the ground. Uh-oh.

”What happened?” Turning his gaze to the female enforcers nearby for several moments, he shook his head. It didn’t really matter, did it? He knelt down, feeling his energy surging at his fingertips. “Just… relax. It shouldn’t hurt much. ” Guilt overwhelmed his senses, knowing inwardly that in most circumstances, his words were just a mere lie. His abilities accelerated the healing process into one moment, however the pain in those weeks of healing were built up into those few moments and hopefully Pandora would be able to endure it.


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(Rebel Gatherer) ( Location: Chicago ) ( Mood: Annoyed) ( Tags: Evelyn, Hugo) (Aquakinesis & Telepathy )


Indignation swept through her, and her earlier thoughts were dismissed. Was he blind? She was coming, couldn’t Hugo see? She clenched her jaw, rather tightly as she fought the urge to send a painful slap across the older man’s face. His next words set a fire in her heart. She was remotely fine, as far as he was concerned.

“I’m perfectly fine, no thanks to you.” It was profoundly true, and she meant it with all of her heart. She needed no one to care about her, not anymore at least. Letting her gaze trail to the female gatherer, she briskly strode past the duo through the catacombs.

Continuing her path of travel towards the upper city, she breathed a sigh as the familiar scene of towering buildings settled into place. Chicago, city of the United States. Throwing a mere glance at her infuriating companions, she admired the scenery around her for the briefest of moments, before slowing her pace to a steady walk.

Be normal. The thought shot through her mind, like a bullet propelling through flesh and she let it cradle her movements for the time being.