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The strong cacophony of shots fired and screaming was building up around her as her pistol threatened to lurch from her grip. She stubbornly refused to let her weapon go, teleporting away in the hopes that the jump disrupted the powers acting on it. It did, but her grip was so loose on the weapon… She barely had time to catch her bearings before she was forced to jump again to avoid a wayward bullet wanting her name on it, the gun clattering to the pavement some distance away. She swore under her breath.

She took a deep breath and prepared to jump back to seize the weapon, but her attention was distracted by two shots and a scream of alarm. “What am I, a dog?” she barked irritably without turning towards Ansel, but still she trusted him too much to ignore the imperative. She ducked, only to spring up an instant later, her heart skipping a beat.

Crowe! The sniper! Words choked out by a voice she didn’t expect to hear, a pained face she didn’t expect to see. Had Ansel really not trusted her enough to hold her own that he’d called in their general, of all people? Her brow furrowed, but she had no time. Not for words or frustrated questions, or even to fetch herself the gun she'd dropped, as she whirled, eyes scanning frantically.

There! Narrowed gaze caught a far off glimpse of... something in a far off building, and she braced herself as she pulled in her concentration to leap, desperately hoping she hadn't made a mistake. It wasn’t a simple blink from here-to-there, and the lives of her family were on the line... She teleported.

“Before you take another shot…” Venomous words spilling out of her, an attempt at distraction and invoking empathy in the other woman as she stumbled for breath and balance somewhere in the room behind the sniper, blinking rapidly in an attempt to shake off the dizziness from such a long jump and cursing her sudden weakness. She hadn't quite anticipated the sudden drop in energy. She'd recover in just a minute. Her voice increased in ferocity as she curled her hands into fists. “Realise that it is your people killing civilians, killing children, not mine. Are those the morals you stand for, sniper? If that's the taskforce you hide behind, then you're despicable.”

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Did he have to step in on this? He didn’t really want to step in on this. But...bite his tongue anymore and he might as well just bite the whole thing off.
He’d kept his mouth shut, his attention flitting between the girls as a thousand retorts and words he could say rose up in his mind. But the tensions showed no sign of cooling down. If anything, the heat was rising. His own irritation was rising, too.

“Fireflies, that is your adviser you’re speaking to. Quit being so disrespectful.” He took a deep breath and forced himself to keep his voice measured, but there was a certain bite in his words that he couldn’t quite contain. Why was the girl being so immature? “At the end of the day, her words will be worth more to the general than yours. You may not give a damn about your reputation as you claimed earlier, but they’ll give a damn about yours. I’ll remind you that you gave away our base’s location to your friend, so I’d suggest you get your crap together and remember your place. You’re right, we need to be contributing to our base. Not fighting against each other.”

He watched her walk off, shaking his head slightly as he looked away. They had to focus on keeping the base safe. He took a deep breath. Akiko had wandered off somewhere after Shinoto. Guess he wasn’t patrolling for now. He'd just watch the door.

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All the anger deflated out of her at the realisation that this woman wasn’t task-force; she’d recognised KIPP’s name as an ally. Sparrow recognised the protectiveness that sprung up, the aggression at the idea of harm coming to a friend. Relief surged in her, but it was short lived.

“No-” She cried out suddenly as one of the birds dropped from the edge of her awareness, stumbling backwards against the wall as she was suddenly thrust out of her mind and into a bird’s in time to get a bird’s eye view of one her feathered friends tumbling to the ground of the alleyway… A life effortlessly extinguished forever. The bird she channelled was still flying circles around and around, but she could feel its desire to flee and the familiar, agonising grief at the loss of its partner.

It was all her fault.

KIPP was awake. His voice from underneath her, panicked and surprised as he tried to leave. She held her breath. Maybe... No, the woman was pinning him against the wall. She had no intent of letting him leave. But there was still time. Sparrow let the bird go, let it fly up and up and up out of the reach of a blade and then she was back in her body, staring at the woman in front of her as her eyes filled with tears that she blinked away. “KIPP got taken. By a task-force. And she killed one of my birds.”

The last part came out in a sound halfway between a growl and wail of pain, a grieving afterthought she hadn’t meant to voice aloud. She took a shaky breath in, composed her voice. “Please help me.”
She didn’t wait for an answer before she was running again.

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He was unfortunately grabbed before he could head back home to safety. Or rather back to Sparrow, upon further inspection it was just the woman and himself in this alley. Oh geez.. was she okay? He already knew of the botched carpal tunnel surgery the librarian tried to do on him, so there was no telling what she could do to the girl. But now was not the time. He was being held captive by this obvious task forcer. His brother loved people like this.
Being pinned against the wall, he figured he had no other choice than to listen. Seeing as he didnt have the same abilities as his younger sibling, he wasnt able to rebuild himself. Wasnt able to fix body parts. If he lost a hand to this manic woman there was no telling where he’d end up.
“L-listen here! I expect a formal date before anything serious goes down between us!” He gasped quickly while looking at her with wide eyes. Yet he wasnt frightened. He felt no fear.
“I can explain everything to you, just please tell me you’re a nice gal? If we want to go any further with our relationship I do want a strong partner who can stand me..” tough to get out but true regardless. His eyes looked up at the birds and he bit his lip. He hoped Sparrow was out there somewhere..
He looked back down at Aileen and whined uncomfortably
“You’re not making this very easy. I’m not a rough boy, you see? Take it easy on me, wild thing. Lets just talk. Ask me anything I have information on it all. Movies, TV shows, Music, Social Media, anything! I’m an open book!”
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saša milovanović (milo) | the general | dark magic | surface | tagged: edie, ansel, nic, wren, TARS, pandora | mentioned: n/a

it was all happening almost too quickly for the general to keep up. in barely a moment, stellar's lackey was ripping weapons away from ansel and edie. then, the soldier was reaching out to touch their arm as the recruiting officer blinked out of vision. fingertips ghosted their back, and they felt a painful chill run up their spine. all at once, all at once, one after the other as milo's blood rushed in their ears. their vision swayed, but they stayed steady, their free hand pressed tightly to their lower abdomen.

don't think. pull the trigger.

"no, no...!"

ansel was yelling.

don't lose focus. watch the android fall.

god, it hurt, the recoil of colt ricocheting through their body and rattling inside of them as they tried to stay on their feet. muscles tense, now. fury in their icy gaze, teeth bared and jaw set. david went down, went down hard as the bullet hit him square in the forehead. it was a true shot, alright, even despite how the general felt like just a small breeze would surely topple them. even as the taskforce captain lay still on the road, silver pooling about him, milo did not relax. yet, they dared not move, either, each heave of their chest sending sparks of agony lancing down their right leg. hurry, bee...

stellar was a difficult beast to kill. they knew it firsthand.

and, just as expected, in one fluid motion TARS was launching himself to his feet, unsheathing his blade. he was like an animal, crazed and thirsty for blood, and something in it made milo chuckle wryly, even as that monster shrieked at them. his mechanical voice choppy, distorted from the damage.

“you are weak! you always have been!”

they were more alike than one shepherd would ever care to admit.

then, he was lunging.

“a foolish but heartfelt moment to take a bullet for the ignorant soldier. perhaps i shall finish you off and let him follow?”

milo attempted to step back, but the movement caused them to stumble, knee giving out. panic flared, and the general let themselves lean back into the motion, head ducking back and out of the path of the blade. wisps of white hair were severed, and the inhuman's eye widened as pain flared across the peak of their brow. blood beaded there, then spilled over, running down milo's nose. what next? they couldn't run like this, and fighting wouldn't be easy. go for a punch and you might lose your hand, or worse, but the leg...

they didn't have time to think about it much.

they bit down on a silent scream as they twisted their hips, bringing that useless leg up to attempt a kick in the opening at the end of TARS's swing. as hard as they could, despite the consequences. channel that anger. let it see you through, let it run your vision red. it was like fire coursing through them, and it burned like nothing they'd quite felt before. the bitter rage for a hollow socket. for a hollow heart. for the emptiness that would never again be filled by the soft, freckled hands of someone dear, someone close.

"not just yet, tin soldier!"

[Vivika]

Wren Hunter
Role: Sniper | Powers: Electrical manipulation & telepathy | Location: Top of Building | Tags: Edie [Mentions: David/TARS, Milo, Ansel, Nic & Pandora. ]

An unseen force launched itself at the target. Her lips parted as the bullet continued on its course, burrowing itself in the force that had intercepted its path. It took her a split second to register that reinforcements had arrived, no doubt from one of her blind spots. Another split second to place the face. Saša Milovanović. A face on the top of any government-trained sniper’s shoot-to-kill list.

Her jaw tightened, when David fell and lay still, unable to regain his footing. If she were down there, she’d shake him, pull him to his feet, much like ‘Big’ was doing for Milo. A small twist of her scope to zoom out abit. By now, the captain’s initial orders were close to void. Her only priority was to get him and Pandora out of this battle in one piece and alive.

Quick glances around the battlefield to gather essential bits of information, although subconsciously she was already making the adjustments needed to take the general out. Iceman was down -sort of- , stumbling up and about as intended. ‘Big’ was now engaging Pandora. Thus far there were no signs that the general had arrived with any others - unless they were invisible. And teleporting gal? She didn’t have time to think twice about it.

Movement to the side caught her attention and the captain was up, machete out and swinging towards the general. This was her chance. With the general focused on the threat in-front of them, she could take them out. Minor adjustments to her trajectory, take aim and fir-

“Before you take another shot…”

The voice startled her, like cold water dripping down her spine. Her finger rested lightly on the trigger, now unable to fire. Her position was compromised. She swallowed a series of curses, mind in full-whirl to establish her priorities. Fire now and she may very well die, as well as potentially guarantee the deaths of the team. A dead sniper was no good to anyone. She released her grip on the sniper gun.

“Realise that it is your people killing civilians, killing children, not mine. Are those the morals you stand for, sniper? If that's the taskforce you hide behind, then you're despicable.”

The acidity in her tone was unmistakable, but so was the passion and her beliefs etched into her voice. A small part of her was screamed horror at this truth, but she couldn’t focus on that. Instead, she rolled quickly to her side, thrusting herself to her feet, her secondary weapon (handgun) drawn and trained on Edie in a fluid motion. A sudden gust of wind blew the hood of her jacket from her head, revealing green eyes framed by loose strands of hair that had escaped from a bun. Deep breath in and out. Go.

“Are you claiming that the Rebellion is completely innocent of civilian casualties?” Measured words posed towards her opponent, soft and questioning. There was not a hint of anger in her voice, more a practiced calmness. All adopted from her interrogation days. She saw no need to toss around harsh insults and throw spite back and forth. A reasonable discussion, if one could call it that, would work just as well. “And that the people you fight behind are any better than mine? If you’d be so kind to note, your people are trying to kill my team. Do their lives matter any less than a civilian?”

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Jessica Marie|20 yo|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|Entrance|Jasper

She rubbed her temples at the slight headache she was getting from listening to this child. All she spoke was lies. Jess was beyond confident in her work before handing anything over to Milo and always had an answer. If she didnt, she would seek out the best possible person for that answer. A short, nasally snort come out of her nose with a smirk on her face. Acting just like child. A soft shrug of the shoulders, forgetting about Fireflies comments. It best not to respond to her, considering she had others to worry about. She would make sure milo knew about this incident.

Shock registered across her face as Jasper spoke up. Even though she knew her position in the rebellion was safe and no one dare double cross her, she never expected someone to have her back. A soft smile crossed her lips as she glanced at Jasper. "You dont have to argue with a child....However i appreciate you having my back." Everyone had opinions. Unfortunately, this one she was going to have to settle with violence. That was handled well. Maybe we spill blood now. No. I will spill her blood later after my duties are filled and Milo has returned safely. But she disrespected you. Which she can for now. I have others to worry about. i'll tell ya what I like someone having my back. Maybe ill confide in Jasper.

"I figure i can trust you." There was a break in her sentence as she contemplated trusting Jasper. He's been nothing but helping towards her since Milo gave his orders. "I have no clue what is happening up there. I was only given orders to keep everyone inside and no one goes out." She shrugged her shoulders with big eyes and a confused expression. "I can only assume since Milo was short and clear cut. I have countless scenarios and plans for a situation like that." Taking a breath in, she shrugged on once more. "If those three want to play hero in all of this, i will not stop them but i will let Milo know they didnt follow orders. I have others' lives in my hand that i need to worry about. I appreciate your help in all of this as well. Stay with me to watch the door. No one is to go out with the exception of Harrow."

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FireFlies. Mentions:Jessica,Jasper

FireFlies looks up at the sky and shakes her head’I am allowed to have my own opinions.If she doesn’t like them then I guess she can live with them.I will not hold back what I think for the sake of anyone’s feelings.If people take other people’s opinions personally,that’s in them’FireFlies stretches and walks 10 more yards away from the group.She was now listening to all sounds except for Jessica and her little group’If she wants to turn everyone against me,fine.I don’t need anyone to support myself.I figured that out long ago’She was closed her eyes,took a deep breath’The worst thing they can do is kick me out from the Rebellion.But I have the skill set that they need more of in the Rebellion.It would be a loss for them.They can’t get mad at me for Akiko getting the location.The original plan was to go pick her up in Shinoto’s car but Shinoto just loves doing it the dangerous way’She was thinking this with slight annoyance and frustration’I didn’t share the location,he did.His fault’She declared to herself.


Shinoto Tags:Jessica’s shadow voices

The ball of light started growing bigger.He started to compress all the energy into a small ball then when he throws it it should make a bigger light and take at least one out.Shinoto had this all planned out in seconds.His breathing quivers.His head hurt a lot but he forced himself to concentrate.Now the light was the size of a marble.Shinoto threw it.He made a metal wall to shield himself from the huge light it created.He covered his eyes as another precaution.A few seconds later he lowered the wall and uncovered his eyes.He looked at the shadows and saw 2 vanished.He saw that now all the shadow’s glowing eyes were fixated on him.Shinoto gave them an intimidating neutral glare.

Akiko. Mentions:Jessica,Shinoto

Akiko squats down again.She was shaking a little and her hair was staticky.She looked at Shinoto’s metal pieces that were in his cheek.She touched them and all the static went away.She hoped that it helped him.She was wondering who’s head he could be in.In this moment she wished she had Shinoto’s powers.She looked around and her gaze stopped on Jessica’Now that I think about it,he was hanging out with her a lot today and did run after her.Maybe he was asking her if he could go into her head.She probably said no because Shinoto will probably faint and she needs all the help she can get with how big the Rebellion is and how many people she needs to post everywhere’Akiko thought.She looked away from Jessica and was now sitting Crisscross-applesauce.She was looking at Shinoto’s expression.She watched his eyes scrunch up.She looked confused and curious.She watched Shinoto’s position change when he moved.He was now sitting in a ball.His hands clutching his silver hair and he was holding his head into his knees.She tilted her head with confusion

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Brooke watches in confusion as the girl suddenly shouts and seems to be in pain. She frowns. "Are you okay?" She asks, her voice filled with concern as the girl stumbles back against the wall. After a moment of silence and confusion, the girl speaks up. "What? How? How do you know? What- Where is he?" She asks, words spilling out of her mouth before she could form a proper sentence.
The girl pleas with her to help, her voice is filled with pain and sorrow, it's evident she is a "good guy." No task-force members she knows of would want to help someone in the rebellion as much as this girl does. Brooke pauses for a moment then watches as the girl turns to run before she could give an answer. Brooke quickly takes off behind her without a second thought. She wants help to save KIPP, and there was no way in hell Brooke was going to turn her down. KIPP is a good guy, a friend, she wasn't going to sit back let anything happen to him simply because she didn't know what she was getting into. She could be running into a death trap, and it wouldn't matter. She is the type of person that would risk everything to save someone, or die trying.

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"TARS" - ♂ - Taskforce Captain - Form
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Despite being physically (and possibly mentally) unstable, he got up once again to fight his opponent. Saša was the enemy. Them and their group of rebels that threatened the fragile balance of society. He was not allowed to continue his recreation. With a few deep breaths he calmed himself. His code, everything ever written about him overrode his emotions. He stood there with a soiled weapon in hand and gripped it tightly. His legs, albeit broken, held him for the most part. He watched them calmly, but with daggers for eyes.
“Milovanović...” he said lowly, huffing out loud as a droplet of silver leaked from his head wound and trailed down his face slowly as he spoke. He noticed it but did not acknowledge it.
“Surrender you and your men at once.” He cracked, voice giving out by the end of the sentence. After a few whirring noises and a spark more, he twitched and kept his steel gaze to the other
“You are under arrest for attacking an officer.. and public endangerment. As well as being a rebel.”
He added in that last part for himself as he tilted his head up a little bit. He was struggling as is but he kept himself oddly collected. His mind had shut off his emotions and now was working as he was before.
“I will not let you or your friends go. I have a j-job to do.. and I will see to its fulfillment.”
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❛ tisha trailbrooke ❜
joy, happiness
❛ female. ❛ 20 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ crush --.
❛ sleepgood hotel.
❛ loner - recruit.
❛ cardiokinesis.
❛ tags - michael.
❛ mentions - michael.

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"funny how the house is what sticks right..."

what was she saying... how did she get it? her eyes dropped from his to the floor. you're exposing yourself, tish... thoughts of her own childhood hadn't quite drifted away, and the way he spoke of his family... it was familiar. painfully familiar, but still there all the same. he was pacing now, not-so-quiet anxiety radiating off of him.

tish shifted to the fridge, tugging two clementines from its drawer. food always helped her stay calm. maybe it was a nervous tick, but as long as her fingers had something they could work at, she could keep her cool. maybe he was the same way?

she tossed the fruit at him, almost gasping as she realized her delayed warning, "oh- michAEL.."


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divine protection, noble follower
❛ cismale. ❛ 25 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ wife - (al)ice.
❛ city streets.
❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation.
❛ tags - TARS. edie. milo. pan.
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this man was ruthless.

ansel watched a child fall. he almost gasped, a hand jutting out into the air, some helpless plea begging for it not to be true. the raging machine was the devil himself and was now releasing his hellfire on every innocent life he could. this was hell. this was his message. this was payback. his heart shattered, untampered grief coursing through his blood. he nearly snarled back, taking a step to lunge at the monster with his blade, when it was knocked from his hands by some unexpected force.

his wrist nearly snapped. "WHAT THE HELL-"

then they hit him.

the massive soldier hadn't even had the chance to balance himself from the blast when some unstoppable force careened into him. it was a big body, determined and unbending. but not a machine. a shot cracked. but the blunt power of the body's blow had swept him clear off his feet and skidding into the hot pavement... forehead collided with asphalt.

he was dark. then he was spinning. this had to be some horrible carnival. scarlet and lights were flashing. there was music, wait... no. people were screaming. they weren't screams of joy. he was so dizzy from it all and how he wished he could shake the haze. this was the haunted trauma where the rides never stopped and the tickets were bodies hitting the ground.

then his eyes opened.

"EDIE, DOWN." it was the first thing from his quaking lips- half assuming it had been her to knock him out of the way. wrong again. his head spun to see some mighty character staggering to the ground beside him. blur was sharpening and the memory of the great mass raced to the forefront of his mind.

the name almost broke through, but he stopped himself as he watched their body hit the cement, "NO, NO..." the bullet of that wreckless child's game had found a target. he had been in its way, its murder path, but it didn't find the mark it had been sent for. milo crumbled. how he wished it had found him instead.

ansel scrambled from his stupor, his powerful hands gripping the arm of his general. his comrade. his friend. words had just left their mouth but ansel was concentrated on getting them to their feet. there was no fighting it now. the head of the snake needed to be freed. this torment had gone on for too long now and people were literally losing their lives due to this mechanical maniac and his twisted religions. to be strong, united, and rebellious. they would have to be. hesitate now and today would surely be the day man met its fall.

milo's words were alight and the seething hiss of them made ansel's skin crawl with rage. corded muscles gleamed in that writhing general but they had risen from their grave. breath pumped through the massive soldier as he wiped the dripping blood from his brow with a sweaty arm. ansel swallowed that unwelcomed warmth in his mouth. then milo unleashed.

bang.

he didn't wait to see what happened. milo was strong and ansel wasn't about to let some other childish enforcer step in the way of their life-mission. this was the time for their freedom.

for alice.
for edie.
for michael.

for everyone that was left tucked in those deep dark tunnels below such a luscious earth. liberation was near.

like a mighty bear, ansel wheeled toward the man who had cleared the weapons from their hands. that was okay. he actually preferred to fight with his hands. it was time to get them dirty. milo had TARS, edie had the sniper. that meant, this little tease was all his.

"lights out, hot shot..."

he blinked and there was darkness. the kind of power he was familiar with. other senses heightened, though not wildly so. instead of heartbeats, there were scrambling feet. instead of sweat dripping, blood-spattered the pavement.

he tracked the man, counting on his darkness to have distracted him enough for a solid attack.

body heat. round the target. kick to the knee. arm around throat. choke the life out of him.

pray he can't fight it.

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he who lives by streams of water
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❛ rebel medic.
❛ biokinesis.
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darby's words made sense in essence... if the two of them could handle gathering everyone in the base, would it really be a bad idea to scour the borderlines for returning collectors and others? surely jess would understand... he didn't feel any better about leaving people outside than she did. it only made sense to spread their resources where they could be most effective.

whatever courage was left inside the little medic was summoned, "yeah, yeah...." his anxious gaze drifted up to the steady doctor and then to the recruit, "i'm going to go see if i can get past the soldiers at the door. meet back here in 20 minutes. if i'm not, don't come after me." thoughts drifted to his years on the streets. he could handle himself.

he didn't wait for confirmation but rolled on his heels and pulled up his hoodie over his head. others were already gathering by the two in the mess hall and he didn't have time to explain. they could handle it. the medic brushed around the main doorway, moving down the hallway toward the catacombs.

he had to keep moving though. hesitate now and he'd lose his edge. up ahead, three figures stood talking in low tones. he could get past them if he was quiet enough. their voices almost carried but he couldn't quite pick up the words. tuck your head and keep going. his stomach was already in knots but it was fine. he didn't interact much with the others - maybe they wouldn't recognize him...

but then a familiar voice. it drew his anxious eyes from the floor as he neared the outer doorway. the man was speaking to a character who was now ordering him to stay by her side. banks feet sputtered to stand still. he paused against the wall, praying they wouldn't look up. was that jasper? ...and jessica?

what?

he watched for just a moment, confusion playing across his features. he tried to see better. hadn't they said they were going to go search the border? she was chattering on to the soldier about some of the other rebels. his eyes narrowed. had she really stolen his friend to just stand by the door while everyone else panicked? eyes nearly rolled as her lashes batted at the man. maybe jasper had wanted her to steal him away. away from the awkward medic at the door. why was his heart beating so fast? that was fine. everything was good and dandy.

he was moving again, hands shoving in his pockets and trying to avoid eye contact. he didn't need those two. he could figure out how to save a few rebels on his own. he had always worked better solo anyways.

10 feet...

5...

2- wait, he couldNT DO THIS. who was he kidding??

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❆ Ｎｉｃｈｏｌａｓ Ｓｔｅｅｌｅ

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Rank - Mentor Feeling - flippin panic mode man! Tagged - Ansel, Edie, TARS, Milo{mentions; Wren} Powers - ice manip location- city streets

Nic's head swam as he stumbled past a few people who were crowded around the marketplace, watching the ordeal. His teeth grit together and his one hand clutched against his shoulder, feeling the pulsing wound as he wove between people at a stagger.
He stumbled, realizing someone had fallen beside them, a civilian who had been shot. He huffed, halting as he met their gaze.
They seemed just as scared as him, and the bullets weren't even meant for them.
He offered a small smile, shoulders still sagged under the intense pain he too felt, before he helped the civilian to their feet, ushering them to where their family was before his legs gave out themselves for a moment.
He dropped to his knees, his fingertips freezing the cement again, if task force wanted to follow him it wouldn't be difficult. However, he knew they were preoccupied with the rest of his crew.
He turned back, his gaze was shrouded with people now, but he could still see TARS and milo, squared off, while Ansel was initiating combat with the other task force officer nearby.
Nic looked around, face growing pale before he realized Edie was probably up with the sniper, only she could get there that fast. No, they would be fine without him, he'd only get in the way.
Slowly, Nic stumbled toward an entrance into the catacombs, the same one Milo used to get here so quickly. He bit his lip, would Ansel be mad he called for backup? He didn't think Milo themselves would come to the battle.
He breathed slowly, descending into the catacombs, dragging his feet.
He used his good shoulder to lean against the wall, his quick breaths seeming to freeze the air around him. His hand that covered his shoulder helped to numb the flesh, but it didn't stop the blood. He didn't want to go straight back to the base though, he could get in trouble. He abandoned his team.

✦ Ｘｙｌａｓ Ｈｏｗｅｌｌ

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Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - embarrassed Tagged - Romi {mentions; n/a} Powers - fire manip, weapon summ. location - the roof

Xylas seemed taken aback for a brief moment, trying to determine how he could react to Romi's directions. He nodded slowly, his brow growing furrowed as he shifted in his seat. He looked at Romi, trying to figure out what she was thinking.
"Okay, got it, remind you to do all the medicy stuff afterward. Right." He relayed her instructions in his head as he sat there, staring at his shoes. "I don't think you'll go crazy, you appear too composed for that, it's like it's not in your wiring. He commented with a small chuckle, his eyes looking back at his scratches. He understood the checking his vitals, he wouldn't be surprised if he had a small concussion. The lights did seem a little dizzying to him right now. He swallowed slowly, mouth feeling dry for a mere moment.
He gave her a smile, wondering if she was nervous. Also wondering why she appeared shy, he was well-known in the medical area sure, but it didn't mean that he bites. He scratched his chin with his knuckle, seeing as his fingertips were still tender before he nodded once more. "Ready when you are."

☁Ｄａｒｉａｎ Ｐｌａｔｚｅｒ

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

Darian nodded slowly. "Okay interesting, I don't think I've run into many people with those sorts of powers, they're quite cool." He explained before letting out a small chuckle as Bennett reacted to his own suggestion, a grin broadening his face as he stuck his hands in his pockets. He glanced over toward Hannah as they entered the gym and he offered a non-chalant wave, though he quickly brought his attention back to Bennett.
"Sounds good to me, just don't die or anything." He said with a small chuckle, standing across from Bennett as he started to focus on what the weapons specialist would do.
His hair fell into his eyes, causing Darian to quickly flash his hands up to briefly finger comb it before his hands dropped to his sides again. He wondered if Hannah would stop them from doing anything, but also wondered if he, himself should start levitating.
He was curious what exactly Bennett wanted him to do, but he was willing to help him figure out what he could do to combat the rebels. All of it was for a valid reason.

➳Ｄａｒｂｙ Ｍａｄｄｏｘ

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Rank - medic Feeling - curious but concerned Tagged - Daniel, Banks{mentions; Tacet} Powers - injury trans,. excellorated healing location- Mess hall

Darby watched as Chester meandered away from him and Daniel. He pursed his lips before he turned to the recruit, he didn't really deal with recruits unless they were injured. And while he knew of Daniel, he didn't think he interacted with the other rebel much, if at all.
He nodded in Chester's direction. "Sounds good, don't go too far though." He suggested, giving barely a glimpse of a smile before he shifted again. "Okay, maybe we can try and locate others around the different areas, I can check the kitchen and dorm rooms. Then if we find more soldiers we can send them p top." He furrowed his brow, realizing how emotionless he sounded as he crossed his arms, the cut on his arm barely a sliver now as the time passed by him.
He noticed the obvious nerves Daniel obviously felt, he didn't speak with other much, Darby guessed, but he could be misjudging the body language. He nodded slowly without realizing and turned away once more.
He tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear after it managed to fall into his field of vision and he grunted softly. His green eyes glanced around, toward Chester as he walked passed some of the soldiers, only to freeze when he came up near Jess and Jasper. The brunet frowned, quietly willing the other medic to continue forward, though he likely looked angrier than he really felt, more so he was just hoping Chester wouldn't freeze up much longer, if he looked back Darby would smile and give him the thumbs up for good measure, but other than that he would just watch.
He turned away slightly as he noticed Althaia's approach and he gave a small shrug. "I don't know much, just that something's going on up top and that everyone who isn't a soldier must stay in the compound." He explained, nodding toward his fellow medic as he looked about, trying to pick out anyone else nearby.