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[Vivika]

Wren Hunter
Role: Sniper | Location: Cafeteria, Taskforce Blacksite | Tags: David [Mentions: Hannah & Darian]

Wren ran a brush through her hair, gathering the strands with her fingers, then twisting it into a neat bun. Letting her hands fall to her side, she turned on her heel to leave, before pausing mid-step at the bathroom door. Her gaze was drawn to the mirror, where a brunette woman with an unreadable expression stood in-front of her. Dressed in black pants and a simple white shirt, the woman appeared ready for the morning. Prepared for what the day had to bring.The woman was her - a familiar stranger, but a stranger nevertheless.

Giving another lingering glance around her bedroom, she pressed her lips together satisfied with the state the room was in. The bed was crisply made, hardly a wrinkle to be seen, and the floors were devoid of any objects littering the ground. From a single glance, the room was barren, little personality could be seen apart from a little houseplant on the window stilt. Reaching down to her heel, she double-checked that her combat knife was where it should be. It offered little protection if the rebels chose to raid the taskforce’s base, but the real weapon she wielded was at her fingertips. Without another backwards glance, the enforcer quietly opened the door to her bedroom and promptly exited it, closing the door behind her. Her footsteps were sure and measured as she proceeded down the hallway towards the cafeteria.

At the door, she nodded a silent greeting to a fellow enforcer (Hannah) watching the door from the back of the room. Making her way towards the breakfast selections, she skipped the coffees and teas, instead opting for a glass of cool water. She grabbed a muffin, along with a handful of strawberries - a favorite of hers. From the corner of her eye, she had already begun surveying the room for its occupants. In one of the empty tables, another squad member sat, already digging into his meal. In another one of the tables, the captain sat with his cup of coffee. The choice was either to join one of the three or possibly be joined herself by another. It wasn’t hard to make a choice from there. “Good morning, sir.” She gave a nod at the captain, then waved towards one of the empty seats at his table. “May I join you?”

Hugo Bridges
Role: Gatherer | Location: Mess Hall, Rebellion HQ | Tags: Dris & anyone within a 10 meter radius [Mentions: Micheal, Edie & Jasper]

Hugo brushed the hair out of his eyes and yawned as he sat up on his bunk. He smiled to himself, content that he didn’t need to worry about hitting his head on the top rail, unlike half the other rebels - he was on the top bunk. He swung his legs from the bed and leaped to the ground beneath, doing his best not to wake any of the other sleeping members. The worst case scenario was that he woke all those on his far side on the room, right? Glancing to the top of his bunk, he noted the unmade bed with a shrug. It wasn’t as if anyone else would be sleeping in it. He pulled on a navy blue shirt, along with some pants, finally tugging on a black jacket on top of it. Bending down, he laced his shoes, his mind wandering to the day ahead. He’d probably have to talk to some of his fellow gatherers at some point to make an action plan for the day.

Exiting the shared dorms, he headed quickly towards the mess hall. At the door, he noted the presence of at least two officers, along with assorted collectors and soldiers. As he stepped into the room, he debated whether or not to turn his negation abilities off, but decided against it. It seemed not worth the effort. “Morning all,” he called. Those within his ten meter radius would most likely have sensed a dip in their powers and making his presence known would surely reassure them that all was well. It was just him. He poured himself a cup of coffee, adding a dash of sugar into it, as he scanned his nearby proximity for someone to approach. Jasper was unfortunately occupied for the time being with a certain blonde, which meant that he had to pick someone else. A person with short brown hair, who was in the process of getting a meal caught his attention. He didn’t recognize them, which was odd knowing him. ”Hello,” he greeted. “The name’s Hugo. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

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michael thomas hexe ━━━ mood: restless ━ location: mess hall ━ tagged: nicholas

indent as people began waking up and filling the room, michael watched in silence, his empty mug now sitting still in front of him and his index finger tapping lightly against the table. fireflies, shinoto, jasper, tacet... he recognized most of the faces that came through the door. a few of those people had nodded at him, but the first to join the officer had been a mentor, nicholas. the two had been rather good friends for a while now, and michael always enjoyed talking with him. turning toward the younger man, michael returned his greeting, “good morning, nicholas! sleep well?” hexe inquired, his soft brown eyes looking over the other man carefully. he looked tired, perhaps a bit pale, but otherwise normal. glancing around the room with a restless energy, the soldier watched as people shuffled around the room. “what do you plan on working on with naomi today?” michael asked, a genuine curiosity filling his heart. naomi was their only current recruit, which probably made nicholas’s job easier. michael had always found the girl to be a bit odd, but he didn’t feel like he knew her well enough to judge her character. I should head out to the market after breakfast...

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hannah may harbinger ━━━ mood: impassive ━ location: cafeteria, gym ━ tagged: open

indent most of her fellow enforcers seemed to be in a good mood today, a few nodding in her direction, which she promptly returned, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to be around others, much less talk to them. as soon as hannah finished off her apple, she put her plastic plate in the garbage and retreated to her room for a change in clothing. when she first woke up, the young woman wasn't sure what she wanted to do that day, but her small meal gave her enough time to think about it. quickly and quietly, she threw on some shorts and tennis shoes before putting her comb away and pulling her hair into a ponytail. then, hannah made her way down to the rec area and into the gym. without putting too much thought into it, the taskforce member found a nearby treadmill and turned it on, attaching the safety clip to the bottom of her shirt. she started out slow, but as time passed, hannah began to gain speed and soon enough, she was running at a steady pace. small beads of sweat formed on her forehead after a while, but she ignored them and continued on, stopping only once to pull out her phone and earbuds for some music.

[Kurora]

Sephtis Reiner ∆ 19 years ∆ Male ∆ Taskforce Demolitions Expert ∆ Location: Rec Room=>Cafeteria Tags: Open

Sephtis noted that people were starting to get up, signalling the start of the morning meal time. Better to eat now among the others than wait and miss it. With a sigh, he quickly reassembled his current project and set it aside as he gathered his tools into his bag. Once that task was finished, he swung his bag over his shoulder, grabbed the assault rifle and headed for food.
A few moments later he entered the room and took a quick scan, noting who was there and who wasn't. Seemed just a few had gathered here so far. Was he too early? Whatever, he was here now so he may as well eat. He chose an empty table near the entrance and deposited his items on it. The bag fell with a loud clank, though the rifle was set slightly more delicately as not to hurt it. He had just been working on it after all. Once he was free of his burden he went to pick out some food, settling for some toast, a bowl of plain oatmeal and his one treat: a hot chocolate. His meal collected, he sat down and ate, watching his rifle and thinking about what he could do with it.

[ajax.]

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Rank - Mentor Feeling - Friendly Tagged - Michael {mentions; n/a} Powers - ice manip location- mess hall

Nic smiled brightly, nodding his head in greeting as he stirred his coffee with his finger to better cool it. He then took a sip, "I slept well enough to function." He chuckled, leaning against the counter to appear less tensed. He tilted his head at the inquiry and the concept clicked with him. He had been working with Naomi a bit so far, mostly with physical training. "Well, I think I'll help her practice her powers, channel her focus and such, she's smart so far, so hopefully she'll be able to control her powers. I want to see what she's capable of." He quipped, offering another smile. He glanced around the room, noting who was up and about, hopefully when he finished practising his own powers and looking over Naomi, he'd head out for a walk. He felt the need to stretch his legs and get some fresh air, maybe even go for a run. "Do you have any plans today?" Nic asked Michael curiously, arching a brow. He was wondering if Michael wanted him to do anything, he was only a mentor, but he was at least useful, he only had one recruit he had to work with, so most of his day was free.

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Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - Curious Tagged - Tacet {mentions; n/a} Powers - fire manip, weapon conj. location - mess hall

Xylas finished his coffee shortly after that quick thought, more people began filtering into the mess hall and rec room area, more than a few were socializing with each other. Xylas soon stood, his dark eyes scanning around as he recognized each person around the area, he stretched his back out before picking up his mug and making his way back to the coffee maker. There seemed to be a never-ending supply of coffee in here, it was great! He filled up his mug, stirring it briefly before a strange black mass drifted past him. He took a step back, confusion flashing across his face before being replaced shortly after with curiosity. He watched as food was picked up and disappeared shortly after, fascinated by this he watched as the whispy shadow turned into a man as they sat down and began eating. Xylas approached him, his eyes bright as he sat down. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here." Xylas chirped, a smile cracking across his face. "Your powers are fascinating, how do you do that?" He asked before halting his voice in his tracks. "Of course, if you don't mind me asking, I just think it's quite cool. He quickly added before taking a sip of his coffee.

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

Darian shifted in his seat, leaning back before popping a section of orange in his mouth. He smiled softly at the burst of citrus and energy seemed to course through him. He picked up his toast and took a bite, his dark eyes glancing around before he noticed Pandora enter the room and get himself a cup of coffee. Darian perked up, his eyebrows lifting briefly before he took another bite of orange, enjoying the bright flavour. "Good morning Pan." He greeted from afar as the other man sat down not far from him, he crossed one leg over the other, looking partially like a chipmunk while chewing the toast on one side. He ran his free hand over his hair, attempting to smooth it once more. "Have any plans for today?" He managed to say once he swallowed his mouthful, no need to be impolite while eating breakfast. He scratched his clean-shaven face, his eyes glancing around at the other officers nearby before they drifted back to Pandora.

[Keladry]

Dris Remy

Mood: Frustrated, afraid ✷ Location: Mess Hall ✷ Tagged: Hugo [mentions: Eddie Crowe]

Dris brightened at the greeting of the familiar recruiting officer. They smiled back, careful not to look directly at the woman, and waved a bit as they continued to get their food.

The brief bit of welcome didn't last long. Dris froze, their expression going distant and pale as they tried to focus. The colors were draining out of people. Not just people-- everything. The food, the ground, the walls, everything that Dris could normally detect through their empathy. It was just gone.

Dris' hands flew to their ears, covering them as if the gesture could protect them from whatever was interfering with their magic.

This had never happened before. It didn't make sense.

The voice startled Dris into lowering their hands. On impulse, they met the stranger's eyes-- Hugo, he'd said--hoping that the stronger connection would bring back their magic.

It didn't. Dris shook, looking quickly away, nervous of the eye contact despite knowing their eyes hadn't turned silver as they should have. "What is that? Do you see it?"

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saša milovanović (milo) | the general | mess hall | tagged: hugo, dris

milo was exhausted.

they'd overslept by a rather large margin, having faded out with their fingers still wrapped around a pen. typical. it felt like they were sleeping less and less nowadays, and the bed in their quarters had remained made and untouched for nearly a week. it was definitely an adjustment, since their beloved adviser had passed. jessica did the job, milo supposed, but in a different way than he had. it was a different dynamic, after all, and she was rather young for her position. but he had seen potential in delgado, so milo felt no place to complain.

have some faith, won't you?

the general stepped out into the mess hall, huffing softly as they scanned the room with their single eye, icy gaze training on each individual rebel and hanging there for a second before it moved on. most everyone was up by now, a handful of faces absent but the majority present. meandering about, waking up with quiet conversation. their gaze settled at last on dris, who was covering their ears with a look of vague... frustration? brows knitting, the general strode over to the rebels' sides.

"everything all right, here?" the questioned, keeping their voice fairly low.

[Expired_Karma]

Shinoto Takashi Yoon. Mood:happy. Location:his car. Tags:FireFlies

Shinoto smiled”Nice car isn’t it?”FireFlies looked at him and nodded”yes”Shinoto smiled and turned the key.He felt the soft rumble of the engine purring softly as he started the car.He got out of the parking lot and heads for FNOP.FireFlies was sitting there watching the plants,roads,sky,and other cars go by.Shinoto sighed”You want to get some coffee before we head straight for the Out Post?”He said hopefully.FireFlies looked at him and said”Sure,I don’t know why you’re so hopeful on my answer though”Shinoto shook his head and said”Your answer matters,I don’t want to get coffee and not get you something too.I heard the bread there is good”FireFlies looked at them”Where is there?And how do you know bread is my favorite?”Shinoto laughed”You think I would follow you all this time just to not know you at all?”FireFlies shook her head”I know you only stay close to get away from everyone”Shinoto grabbed his chest with one hand”Right in the heart.How’d you know?”FireFlies smiled”You’re easy to read”

[doc .]

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"TARS" - ♂ - Taskforce Captain - Form
Tags: Wren - Cafeteria

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He had to admit he was sort of in a screen saver mode. The kind of thing where your computer screen goes black and you have to wiggle the mouse to wake it up. Or the type where the bubbles bounce across the screen. My favorite is the VHS home video screen saver that bounces across the TV and changes color. Like that, but in his head. He blinked and returned to reality when one of his favorites appeared. Wren was a sniper, and a mighty good one. He looked to the seat, then quickly back to her.
"Ah.. yes of course you may." he replied with a curt smile, before taking his coffee cup and lifting it to his mouth. He did not drink it, he blew on it a little and savored the warmth in his fingers before setting it down on the table.
After a minute's pause he breathed in, then out and turned to look at Wren with a raised eyebrow.
"Silence.. that's all I hear. You know.. when I'm in my room." he began, quite oddly. This was the sort of thing TARS did, anyways. He'd always start his sentences in the middle of his thoughts.
Make you wonder what he's on about before he explains himself fully. Then you're on the right track. Sometimes it was a bit concerning. Regardless, he continued.
"I've always wanted to play.. some sort of music in my room. Like.. just for ambiance sake."
He leaned in a little and tilted his head, an inquisitive look on his face as he eyed the girl across from him.
"I'm interested.. what kind of music do you like to listen to? Do you listen to any music at all?"
He did this often, so it wasn't unusual for the man to ask such personal questions. He always believed that these questions were just one step closer to getting closer to his own team. It made them stronger and more tightly knit. A better working cog.. in his.. every growing.. machine..
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Tacet - ♂ - Loner - Form
Tags: Xylas - Mess Hall

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He thought his entire breakfast was going to be conversation free. He sat down.. away from everyone else.. and someone still managed to find him. Was there a beacon on him? He was half tempted to look up and around to see if some holy spirit had placed the light of the heavens on his head or something. Rather, he swallowed some of his pancakes which he was eating (three whole ones in a stack, might I add). He slowly moved his eyes to the man who had decided to strike up an interesting conversation about his powers. While he continued to talk, Tacet had to keep himself from choking on his pancake. His eyes had gone wide, he didn't even realize this.. guy.. was talking to him. He was a hopeless boy who loved all the pretty ones. This one was a keeper. He turned his head and swallowed, before coughing a little into his napkin and shaking his head
"Sorry.." he grumbled lowly, his voice rough and darkened with the filth of.. pancake. He cleared his throat and flicked a bit of hair out of his face before watching the man with a cool and calm demeanor.
He sniffed
"I don't mind. Seeing as you've already.. made yourself comfortable.." he hummed while reaching and taking his glass of orange juice. He took a sip and swallowed before setting the cup down and watching his tray, playing with his food with his fork as he spoke again
"My powers are.. odd. I can tell you that." he answered with a few eyebrow raises and a side eyed glance to the man. The cutie who had decided to sit down. His multichromed eyes looked him over before deciding to speak again. He wanted to pull on this one's chin hair. But he held himself firm.
"I shift when I feel the urge. Or... I do it when I want to. Nothing about me changes.. its just your perception."
He had cut a bit of pancake and now had it stuck to the end of his fork, and he waved it with his fingers in the other's direction at the end of his sentence.
"You see what I want you to see. I can blend in and disappear with the shadows and all you'd see was just a .. bit of smoke.. wafting away.."
He waved his fork in the air a little bit to emphasize this before sticking the pancake in his mouth and chewing. Going silent for now.
Perhaps he had done enough talking to .. please.. the man. He kept his eyes on him. This strange man.. who.. decided to sit down with him..
Hmmm..
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[bailey.t136]

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❛ tisha trailbrooke ❜
joy, happiness
❛ female. ❛ hetero.
❛ 20 years old.
❛ upper city - sleepgood hotel.
❛ loner - recruit.
❛ cardiokinesis.
❛ mentions --.
❛ crush --.

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shadows and light flickered with early morning commotion on the dated, rusty-brown wallpaper of tisha's cheap hotel room. her sleepy green eyes pulled from their slumber. such a little crevice in society was where she had decided to tuck herself for the past few days because, up until recently, she had been too afraid to set foot into the lively city after her difficult escape of the testing compound. though it was less than perfect, this grungy hotel room, it was home for now and she had become determined to make the most of it.

tisha's soft gaze watched sleepily as the dust from the room danced in the light. she knew eventually, she'd have to do the same - to come to life and find her own way. she breathed in deep, summoning all energy she could and the slim figure slowly pulled herself from her wrinkled sheets, running fingers through her disheveled auburn hair. her toes found the cold concrete floor and she moved over toward the mirror and sink. today she would set a goal to go find something to eat. warm water rinsed her sleepiness away. and possibly she would dig for some of the information she had broken out to find - that of the rebels.

after a quick, steaming shower, tisha tugged on a white cami and a light pink, floral kimono, along with some ripped skinny jeans. her make-up was simple too - light mascara and nude tones to accentuate her natural facial features, and a light strawberry-pink lipstick. it was all she could afford, but she did need it to blend in, so she justified the small purchase.

her fingers found her small, white purse and she tugged it over her shoulder as she pulled the door closed behind her. 6 3 2. she had to remember this time. she pulled a pen from her bag and jotted the numbers down on her hand as she locked the handle and made her way down the stairs.

[. king .]

༄ pαηd⊕rα mαηdrακε

[cafeteria/rec room] - [task force 117 enforcer] - [mediumship ; ectoplasmic manipulation] - [tagged darian]

Pandora’s eyes slowly drifted up from his mug when he heard his name. He knew the voice, it was fellow enforcer Darian, but that didn’t stop a quizzical look from spreading across his face. “Good Morning to you as well” he said before deciding it probably wasn’t the best idea to broadcast their whole conversation to everyone in the room. Pan already came off as a little cold, the last thing he needed was to be seen as annoying as well.

Lifting himself out of his chair, the enforcer walked over and took a seat at Darian’s table. As he sat back down, he grimaced slightly. “God these headaches suck” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers on his temples. “I really don’t have anything planned for the day, more just do what the boss tells me to”. His response was a little dull, but it was the truth. Pandora never really planned anything out, preferring to go with the flow rather than make his own decision. As soon as he finished speaking he felt his head pulse again and closed his eyes. Sighing, he opened them and looked back at Darian, hoping that this light small talk may distract from the pounding in his head.