２０８２ (accepting comms specialists)

[Not here]

Jessica Marie Delgado | MJ
|Anger|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|Human|General’s Room|Ansel, Milo, Levi, the Trio|

her eyes locked on Levi as he scooted past Ansel. An involuntarily shiver slithered down her back as she thought of the close contact and the bacteria exchanged. Her eyes looked at the framing around the door with a glare. Nothing was different being here. She was still trapped. Her fear of germs had only gotten worse since she was found and was more mindful of surroundings.

Milo was barking that order again. Her head turned the side quickly with her body following suit. Calm, steady hands were balled into fists and her teeth were visible with a low growl. ”I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR ORDER!” her whole body had turned to look at them.

The wolf was surrounded and being told to dance. It was just like the lab, only there would had been fighting. Even though they threatened violence, it was just that. A threat. No actions. At the lab, she would had already been put down without any words exchanged.

The corner of her mouth tugged upwards and rested in a smirk. Her fists relaxed again as her arms folded themselves across her chest.”You won’t do anything. All bark and no bite, Advisor.” Her eyes swept over them quickly for weak spots but she was having trouble concentrating on any particular spots because of the faint blood scent. Her gaze had lifted back up to their face with blue wolf eyes shimmering in the lighting. ”Guess it’s my turn.” The wolf was preparing to take over, only Jess wouldn’t be able to shift without physically harming herself more than she already had.

”I don’t like my time wasted. Tell your henchman to move aside before i hurt him.” She pointed behind her with her thumb, referring to Ansel.

[rainbowwrowell]

Mavis contemplated just leaving for a minute, not the rebellion, but the room where Nic was. Since he didnt look like he was gonna leave. She decided to and she promptly left and went to the dorms. As she thought, she hummed quietly, walking past anyone there and to her bunk. She’d use her powers to grab whatever she needed, her nose wouldnt bleed over something that small. If it did, it wouldnt bleed that much and her headache wouldnt be that bad. Her nose would hurt more. Using her powers, she pulled her bag, and her red jacket down and caught them with her hands. Then, she walked back to the medic room and pulled a chair over to her, again using her powers. She pulled the thin red jacket on, it was a bit big but that didnt matter, she wasnt leaving, the jacket held a lot of sentimental value to Mavis. She felt a small wave of calmness wash over her and she could think just a little clearer.

’’Carrie…. I’m cold. ‘’ The young 10 year old Mavis whined, as they walked the streets. Carrie had a very thin red jacket on, as it fit her better than it fit Mavis. When Carrie put it on her, Mavis nearly fell after taking a single step. ‘’Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll be at the catacombs soon, you won’t have to worry about being cold ‘cuz you’ll have my jacket for as long as ya need, okay?’’ Carrie spoke, a calm tone in her voice as she crouched down,’’How ‘bout when we get to that corner, I give this to you then. I’ll find a way to make it shorter. I’ve a few bobbins. I’ll tie it, ‘kay? I dont like seeing you shaking like tha’ ‘’ Her voice was very calm, but it was very caring too. Just like her. Mavis nodded and gave her a hug. ‘’Jeez you’re frozen. Nevermind, you’ll have this now.’’ Carrie spoke, sounding concerned as she returned the hug. She spent 10 minutes putting the too big jacket on Mavis, and fixing it. Mavis and her walked, but Carrie made a wrong turn, they ended up nowhere near the catacomb entrance, so they sat in an old abandoned shop and Carrie told her to get some rest…

Mavis broke the thread of thought, feeling tears coat her lashes. Now wasnt the time to mourn the loss of a big sister, she had someone to worry about. She had to make sure Nic was okay, and she’d have to find out if Jess was and take care of Milo. And find Michael. Her head hurt. She came to the conclusion that she just needed to do things one at a time, like Carrie did, and then, she wouldn’t have to worry. She just wished the shaking in her arms would go away. To be truthful, the anxiety rolled around in her stomach, and worrying thoughts were placed with no care at all for the damage they created by the voices that plagued her mind.

(Just reposting cause i havent posted in a hot minute)

[*Lovel*]

Embry Morrison~Female Rebel Recruit~Wing Mutation/Death Predicton~Tags: Karissa

" I wish it was that easy." She chuckled. " I cant control my visions. It comes randomly. If I try to force a vison, it usually fails and I end up with a killer headache. But it is cool too because sometimes I get visions of like bombs and plane crashes, and I receive enough detail about it to stop it from happening.And I am also blessed with this little buggers." She added sarcasticly, spreading her wingspan.

Karissa Blackwell | Tags: Embry | Location: dorms
Karissa understood the side effects of using powers wrong and for too long. She got piercings specifically to help her deal with the migraines she'd get when using her powers for too long. It was like taking a sledgehammer to her head. She nodded in understanding to the girl and moved over to a bed and sat down. She coughed in the awkwardness of not knowing what to say next.

[rex.]

↤↤↤↤↤♟ 𝓡𝓱𝔂𝓼 𝓛𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓻 ♟↦↦↦↦↦

|Taskforce 117|Soldier|Male|Pansexual|Nerve Alteration|Tags: River, Zandria |Mentions:|Mood:Excited, Nervous|Location:Rec Room|

Rhys grinned. It was nice to see the two joking around. He gave Zandria's hand a firm, yet gentle, shake and a smile.

At the mention of the Captian, the Australian nodded and quickly rose to his feet. 'Aw man...' he thought to himself, somewhat shamed that he forgot about introducing himself. He cared deeply about being polite, especially when with new people. When the lady said that he was rough around the edges, Rhys frowned lightly. His nerves were now taking hold of his behaviour. "Is...is the captain particularly rude?", the pause in his sentence was always a telltale sign of the man's nerves. He wrapped his arms around himself, looking towards the pair.
[Repost]

[ajax.]

⟳ Ｒｉｖｅｒ Ｖａｎ Ａｎｄｅｌ
▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Rank - Task force Feeling - amused Tagged - Rhys, Zandria {mentions; n/a} Powers - spidey sense, owl head location - Rec Room
River let out a short chuckle, then suddenly he was on the floor. Hm, the senses didn't pick up on that one fast enough. He pulled himself into a sitting position, feigning a pout at Dria. "Oh please, sometimes I try to eat poison just so I won't die from your little doses." He stuck out his tongue, hands on his hips as he looked back at Rhys as Dria spoke to him.

He took the girl's hand, tempted to pull her down with him. He gave her arm a yank to ensure she was on steady feet before using it to hoist himself up. He brushed himself off as he laughed. "I don't 'tire' of them, they just get tired of me." River said, giving a nonchalant shrug.

"Awe geez, we gotta take 'im to the big bad man? Come on Dria." He whined. "I can never be m'self around that guy, bloody hell." He wanted really to put on a show, he didn't care either way if they had to take bambino to the Captain. He glanced at Rhys, offered a roll of the eyes before smiling. "e's not really that bad, he's just... temperamental I could say. Just don' goof off and yer fine." He threw a wink at Rhys, squaring his shoulders before nudging Dria.

"Ladies first, my dear." He purred, giving her one of his famous smirks.

✦ Ｘｙｌａｓ Ｈｏｗｅｌｌ

▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - excited Tagged - Tacet {mentions; n/a} Powers - fire manip, weapon summ. location - a restaurant

Xylas chuckled as he listened to Tacet speak, but his attention veered slightly to the man's eyes, trying to figure out the colours. He nodded, agreeing that seeing the world was a good idea, but something in the pit of his stomach told him he needed to stay. "Once the rebellion is over or at least dulled down I wouldn't be against it. I couldn't abandon my post, especially not now."

He tensed briefly when something touched his foot, but relaxed when he realized it was just Tacet. He suppressed a chuckle but let a smile grace his lips as Tacet spoke.

The option of going with Tacet intrigued him. Xylas probably wouldn't be able to find his way without another person, and he was tempted, since then he could have a place to start. He scratched his chin briefly, glancing away to see the screaming toddler. "Heyyy little buddy! No need to cause a ruckus, let your mommy take care of you."

He gave the child a warm smile and they seemed to relax a little bit, but they still whimpered. He turned to look back at Tacet, who looked way more on edge. His smile fell, unsure how to react to the loner as he ran his fingered over his hair in an attempt to smooth down the frizz.

As Tacet spoke again Xylas wasn't able to hold back a deep chortle. "Socializing is my favourite thing, I wouldn't be against it." He admitted, looking for a waitress.

➳Ｄａｒｂｙ Ｍａｄｄｏｘ

▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Rank - medic Feeling - haha what are people skills Tagged - Genesis{mentions;} Powers - injury trans,. accelerated healing location- medbay

Darby smiled and nodded as he listened to Genesis, there was nothing better than learning on the spot how to stitch up a wound. He remembered how his old friend had helped him in discovering his powers, after scraping his knee on a hill. It wasn't major, but Darby's touch to it transferred the gash to his own knee. Long story short it ended in a lot of confusion and panic.

He remained silent for several long moments, simply listening for Gen to continue talking. At her comparison to a teddy bear he tensed, feeling a dusting of heat freckle his cheeks. He glanced back at Gen, arching a brow. "Yeah? That's all I am? Just a big ol' gentle giant?" He didn't mean to laugh but he did, a quick hearty chuckle that was smothered just as fast as it came.

"I guess you could say I have a socializing problem..." His voice trailed off as Gen tried to move away, it wouldn't have been noticeable had he not been focused on her. He swallowed, had he done something wrong? He looked away, eyes casting downward as his hands fiddled with each other in his lap.

Gen spoke again, but her voice almost seemed slightly changed, and Darby glanced back at her in an attempt to read her expression. He shrugged in response, wondering how he could say I tend to push others away, with or without knowing. He scratched his head, not wanting to meet Gen's eyes in case he would say something that caused her to move away again.

♤Ｃｌｏｖｅｒ Ｆｉｎｃｈ
▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Rank - Task force Feeling - Huh? Tagged - open{mentions; n/a} Powers - static shock, vocal mimicry location - locker room
Clove furrowed her brows, glaring at the man as he spoke. "I'd like to hope that at least a couple of the people here are like the ones back in Seattle." She snarked, feeling the need to snap at the man for dodging her questions and replying with similar sarcasm she liked to use.

She followed him for a moment until he asked about her schedule and shrugged. "No, I've yet to be put on a patrol by anyone and I think it might be nice to get to know who I'll be working alongside." She folded her hands behind her back and mocked a little bow.

He was trying to get rid of her! It wouldn't be nearly that easy. Clove ignored the little nickname he gave her, she'll get him back later for that one. She followed along beside him. "Well, no I see plenty of reason to tag along. No one back in my old outpost used a bow so I'd like to see how it is." She explained, giving him the cheekiest and yet most annoying smile she could come up with.

She stopped and stood across from him, looking up with wide eyes as if she were a child. Something made her want to poke him in the chest, if he said another snarky remark maybe she would.

❆ Ｎｉｃｈｏｌａｓ Ｓｔｅｅｌｅ

▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Rank - Mentor Feeling - ...rela x in g? Tagged - Banks > open {mentions; Em, Jasper, Ansel, Milo} Powers - ice manip location- medbay

Nic let out a chuckle. God, it felt so good to actually be able to relax and be with his best friend again, when they weren't under the threat of someone dying... well Banks might be but he couldn't worry about that now, he had partially recovered from his chest pain and seemed light on his feet again as they spoke.

Nic's cheeks flushed again at the mention of Em and he ducked his head as a nervous chuckle left his throat. "Haha, well I guess so..." His voice trailed off, almost becoming a nervous squeak as his hand subconsciously fiddled with the hem of the hoodie.

His hair had fallen back into his eyes, and he carelessly blew at it in an attempt to get it out of his way, to no avail. He laughed at Banks before he felt another presence. He turned to see Jasper and almost let out another squeak as he backed up. He didn't want to be around any soldiers at this exact moment, that was a no go situation for now.

His head ducked down again, and he was happy that his eyes hid in his hair. He felt his body temperature drop, though very subtly, and he made an effort not to touch the hoodie he was wearing with his fingertips in case he might damage it. He would leave Banks to speak with Jasper, it wasn't his place... And he could simply watch from afar and bug him about it later.

He felt Banks grip his hand and flinched, knowing his bestie would sense the change in temperature. He looked back, his flush gone as he heard him speak and nodded. "I love you more, go get your rest! If Mr. grumpy doesn't let you it probably means you aren't rested enough yet."

He blew him a kiss and a wink and meandered back to his own cot to try and calm himself down. He wouldn't call the position he went into a 'huddle' but his sleeved arms wrapped around his knees and he pressed his nose into one. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, knowing how to handle his sensory overload. He tried not to focus on the bustle around him, instead trying to focus on the times when his anxiety wasn't threatening to overtake him.

Grappling or, well trying to with Ansel whenever he asked. He was never good at it but he had fun those times. Or the cuddle sessions watching movies with everyone, despite it being so crowded he felt at home then; especially when he was swaddled in so many blankets he didn't give anyone frostbite.

ahhh the good times, now he just needed to hope he could have more of those. He shuddered at the inevitability of meeting with Milo soon.

[onion]

♥ romi kim / 19 / rebel medic
power: healing touch
location: medbay
tags: luciano (everyone in medbay)

romi tensed at the side conversations. it didnt seem anyone was in need of immediate help, thankfully. she walked to lucianos side and opened a drawer, taking out her small portable med pack. "do you need anything right now?" the girl asked luciano, looking up at his face nervously. she didnt want to be a pest or a bother, but she was a medic afterall, so this was her job. she needed to be here most of all places. "and can i get you guys anything? dinners been served," romi added, turning around to face the others.

[sataraxias]

──────(ＥＤＩＥ ＣＲＯＷＥ)─────
REBEL RECRUITMENT OFFICER // teleportation
tags // michael, tish, avie <3 [mentioned: bree, Wren H] loc. elevators -> catacombs returning to base

Behind her Michael’s voice signalled that he’d managed to reach their medical officer… and proceeded to ask her for fruit rollups… which was unexpected and a complete Michael thing to do. At the very least he’d pushed her message about the bread roll through. In front of her, a timid redhead stood staring her down, as if her threat had any sort of credibility, as if she didn’t need the rebellion that she’d so desperately threatened her way into. Tish might have the gun now, but unless the trigger was pulled (or she decided to just ram with it) she had nothing else to go off. Edie raised her eyebrows and twisted her lips into a smug, almost patronising smile.

“Tish, you’re proving yourself to have quite a bad habit for unreliability. These threats? Boring. You didn’t kill Michael and I’ll be surprised if you manage to even touch me. You either act, or you sit there and back down, okay? Oh, actually…” Edie pointed over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly to the side. “Street’s back that way, if you want to make a life with both rebellion and taskforce on your back.”

Michael rushed past her to get into the elevator, but Edie didn’t move yet. “Matter of fact,” she drawled out, still maintaining that careful eye contact. “I know a taskforce sniper who’d probably kill to get her gun back, if you’re interested in tempting fate. No? Didn’t think so.”

There was still a tingling sense of familiarity whenever she pictured that sniper’s face, a feeling that she should be able to place it and a frustration that it still evaded her. But she at least had the letter H to go off. The eighth letter of the alphabet possibly defined the woman.

There was a rational part of her brain telling her to conserve her energy and simply step through the doors Tish’s foot held open, but as she so often did, she made the conscious decision to ignore it. A simple blink had her behind the fiery redhead and next to the small kid pressed into the corner. “Oh, come on little flea,” she murmured towards the kid, leaning back on the wall for support with her arms folded lightly across her chest. “You’re definitely not a coward like her so stop cowering like one, yeah?”

They were off, the cramped space travelling steadily downwards towards home. It felt like forever before the doors slid open again and Edie was once more jumping through the space to get out and lead the way. Familiar catacomb tunnels surrounded her, and it felt good to know that after all the dramas of the day she was finally getting close to home.

─────(ＪＡＳＰＥＲ ＩＬＡＲＩＯ)────
REBEL SOLDIER // plant manipulation, time perception manipulation
tags // banks [mentioned: hugo, bree] loc. medbay

“Any news that comes my way will come yours too,” the soldier promised firmly. It registered vaguely in his mind that he hadn’t left anyone to cover the door duty. He wondered whether he should stand and attend to that matter, but a wave of tiredness swept through him. He’d been on duty all day. Bree had granted him reprieve from the waiting, and he was ready to seize advantage of it. Or so he told himself.

But still his fingers itched to check his phone hopefully for any message from Hugo. Jasper crossed a few metres across the room to snag up the back of a chair, pulling it to rest beside the cot Banks lay on. It was as he took a seat that he finally allowed himself to pull up his phone, unlocking the dark screen with a simple press of a button. It was still opened on him and Fireflies’ message thread from earlier, the pictures the other soldier had texted him of the scene in the catacombs and his simple warning for her to be careful.

He exited swiftly, eyes rolling down the lists of contacts. His gaze didn’t have to go very far to find the name he was looking for. No new messages, so he fired off a message of his own to Hugo: ‘you all good?' Then the phone was switched off, and he was leaning back in the seat to watch the medic.

──────(ＥＭＲＹＳ ＳＩＬＶＩＵＳ)─────
REBEL COLLECTOR // telempathy, clairaudience
tags // riku [mentioned: sergio, cairo, sienna] loc. mess hall

“That’s usually how it works. Energy, am I right?” he said amiably. He noticed the slight stumble but didn’t mention anything about it. The dude was tired, he knew how it was. He turned his gaze to the scene around the food. Sergio standing there with a giant yellow mushroom on her head, slipping mushrooms into the stew. That was cool. Em had always liked mushrooms. Cairo was there too, waving his hands frantically in a way that was so unsubtle that even Emrys was able to pierce together with ease what he was asking for.

Emrys decided to steer them away from the food table for now and instead led the way to the instant coffee machine in the corner. The thing was a piece of junk, admittedly, but it did its work well enough, if slowly. Beside it was a stack of mismatched party cups, all stolen by the collectors from various stores, which explained the dissonance in the designs. Some were random party cups, others were the traditional brown and white styrofoam, but the most important thing they all had in common was that they were cups, and Emrys needed a cup. He pushed one underneath the machine and tapped the screen to force it to make a cappuccino.

[Nightsent]

Miekuhl Hehx

“O golly, Ms Crowe, I dont feel so good”
*falls too knees* *tummy is doin the rumble rumble*

*dies of no fruit roll-ups*

[䏠xote]

______________________________________________________________________________________________

saša milovanović (milo) | the general | shape shifting [-10] | general's study | tagged: fireflies, shinoto, akiko, ansel, jessica | mentioned: n/a

milo was tired of asking.

jessica didn't have to say anything else. hell, she didn't even have to move at this point. the general was tired, dizzy from blood loss, starving, and, quite frankly, tired of the absolute audacity of their subordinates. no more words, no more talking it down--if the advisor wanted a tussle, she was about to get one.

she'd barely gotten the words out when milo swung around to face her, their hand closing around her arm and yanking it back. just as they'd gotten their breath back, that burn slammed into their chest, punching the air from their lungs as their vision darkened just briefly. milo swung out their leg, aiming to knock jessica down onto her backside as they wrenched in a desperate, painful gasp. good lord, they needed rest. any more of this, and things would get dangerous.

"i said... sit. down." they wheezed. "i'm not going to ask again."

[Not here]

Jessica Marie Delgado | MJ
|Concussed|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|Human|General’s Room|Ansel, Milo, Levi, the Trio|

There was no time to finish her sentence when her head was on a swivel to look at Milo, only to be caught by surprise as they were gripping her arm. MAJOR PANIC MODE!!!! Her pupils were wide with fear and anger. They dare touch her. The nerves.

They were too close. The blood was even more distracting.

Another surprise. They were taking out her legs. The fall might have taken only a few short seconds but it felt like an eternity. Her wide eyes stared up at them. She was relieved to have been stopped before something more disastrous happened. However, MJ was furious. The plan was to get back up after hitting the ground. Though after she finally hit the ground, she lost her sight for a moment. Everything was black. The darkness had enveloped her and rendered her useless. Jess was finally able to break free through the barriers that kept her caged.

Her body remained motionless with her eyes shut for a few solid minutes. She could feel the pounding in the back of her head. Possibly a concussion. What happened? Her eyes opened and were staring at the ceiling in a bit of a daze. They still appeared wild but no longer angry.

Shadows danced eagerly in the corners of the room as she started to sit up. Her left hand was on her head as the rhythmic hard heart beating sensation caused her to wince in pain. There was a faint smell of blood. Slowly her head turned slightly and her eyes did the rest of the moving to look in the direction of Milo. You are hurt but you came back. A very small tweak in the corner of her mouth rose and she looked back down at the floor, closing her eyes. She was trying to stop tears from forming.

In a gravelly voice, she spoke up without looking at him. "You are injured." Her own voice didn't sound right to her ears and she coughed softly to clear her throat. In a smaller voice, she said "But at least you came back." Her body started to rise up carefully, mindful of the knot forming on the back of her head. This was no time to complain but how did she get here? When did Milo get back? She felt surrounded and her head turned to look. She couldn't have been more right. Ansel was at her back, Milo to her right, and the trio to her left. Her eyes flared up as they stopped on Shinoto. Last thing she remembered as being furious with him.

Why? He played with your head. Right. Her left hand fell from her head as her glare stayed on him. He was the source of her not remembering what happened. The wild eyes were back but she wasn't reacting. Milo was back at headquarters and injured. She needed to tend to them for the time being. Then she would go after Shinoto. Her body was rigid as her head turned to look at Milo and her mouth opened but nothing came out. What was she to say to them There was no excuse for her actions, not that she knew what she did either. She closed her mouth and turned to face Milo with her body. Her hands folded in front of her and she bowed her head slightly. She looked like a child about to get scolded by a parent. No matter the punishment, she would have to accept it with no back talk.

At the moment, all she wanted was a hug but it was not the time or place to ask for one, nor would she have enough courage to ask any other time.