２０８２ (accepting comms specialists)

[ethereal .]

Ｂｅｎｎｅｔｔ Ｈｕｄｓｏｎ___________________________________________
weapons specialist ♦ energy conversion/manipulation ♦ twenty-two ♦ location; idek ♦ tagged; darian, pandora, jaxon

Bennett nodded stiffly; he wasn't very used to taking the reigns in situations like this. "Uh, right, okay." He glanced back down at Jaxon and Pandora on the floor. Well, it wasn't like they could do much about the situation. "Just holler if you need help alright? It's not exactly the largest building in the world." He chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the situation. Like that could even happen. The poor dude looked traumatized and he was sitting next to a guy with a broken leg.

Bennett looked back down at the trail of silver liquid before looking back at Darian. "I don't know about you but Wren scares me less than the captain does." He stated matter-of-factly before taking off in the opposite direction. He had no idea where Wren could have been but like he said before, it wasn't the largest building in the world. It wasn't like they wouldn't be able to find her. They'd just make a few pit stops along the way. He glanced sideways at Darian as they walked, "So, what do you think all that was about? Obviously it can't be good." He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. Bennett might not be the best at reading situations, but there was no way you couldn't work your mind around something like that.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎___________________________________________
rebel collector ♦ clairvoyance, telempathy ♦ nineteen ♦ location; med. room ♦ tagged; darby

Gen tilted her head to the side at Darby's newfound silence. He was a somewhat quiet guy, but this was different. It hadn't occurred to her that he would be able to tune in on her uncomfortable movements. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling a little guilty. There was no doubt in her mind that she was the reason he wouldn't look at her anymore. Her own internal quarry caused one in him and it wasn't difficult to tell.

She waited a few seconds to talk again, this time in a soft tone; like she was walking on eggshells. "What are you thinking about?" It was a question that could go so many ways. It could end badly, good, or somewhere in between. He was making her contradict herself; taking a step closer to him when her goal was to get away. That wasn't his fault though. He hadn't actually done anything to make her want to distance herself. She did that all on her own.

She cleared her throat, silently cursing herself and feeling to need to make up for what she had caused. "It's true ya know. I really don't see why people would be afraid of you." She shrugged; another step closer. "I've noticed that people don't really give you a chance or try to get to know you. I'm not gonna lie, I'm one of those people, but I can tell you I regret it. I've only ever had Em so I've only ever thought I needed Em." Her eyes widened a little once she realized exactly what she had just said. "Oh gosh, I'm not saying that I need you because that would be weird..and inappropriate. Anyways. What I'm trying to say is you're nice to talk to and I wish I wouldn't have been such an ass for so long."

She pressed her lips together before offering him an awkward smile. Jeez, she'd never lost her cool like that before. Then again she'd never said something like that before to anyone beside Emrys. In all honesty it was making her feel queasy. Now she was the one struggling to make eye contact. Having to say what she felt out loud was new to her and she didn't know how to process it.

𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥_____________________________________________________
demo. expert ♦ enhanced durability, amalgamation ♦ twenty-one ♦ location; bedroom ♦ tagged; elora, wren

Max frowned, dropping his pencil as his door was shoved open. He slowly turned his head to face Elora, a smirk starting at the corners of his mouth. "Well hello lovely. Thanks for knocking I really appreciate it." He snickered sarcastically and turned in his chair so he'd be facing the two. He gestured across his room with the sweep of his hand, "Welcome to my humble abode, take a seat, make yourself comfortable. I see Elora already has." He teased with a small smile before shaking his head.

"Only joking of course you know I love you and your little friends." He held his hands up in defense and cocked his head to the side. "What can I help you with? Do you need help building a bomb? I love a good craft session." His smile turned mischievous as he rambled on. Realizing he hadn't even given the two a chance to talk, he pulled his fingers across his lips and threw away the imaginary lock and key.

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rebel mentor ♦ mentifery, accelerated percep. ♦ twenty-three ♦ location; hallway - mess hall♦ tagged; harvey

Blythe felt like her eyes doubled in size. She definitely wasn't expecting an invitation to join him in whatever he chose to do in his down time. "Oh, uh..sure. Why not." She pulled her bottom lip between her lip as she started walking beside him, trying to stop herself from another 'incident'. Of course, she couldn't hold back for as long as she thought she could. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but stopped; tapping her bottom lip as she searched for the words.

"I'm sorry about that...again. I tend to get ahead of myself and my mouth just goes a million miles an hour." She chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Sometimes I don't even realize it and the longer I go the harder it is for me to stop which is weird you'd think it'd be the other way around." She paused and scrunched up her nose. "I'm doing it again. You can really just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much I don't mind." Glancing up at him, she half expected him to be tuning her out. When it came to her powers control was no issue, but the second she's no longer in a situation where they're needed it's like her body doesn't know what to do with itself.

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taskforce member ♦ enhanced vis., eidetic mem. ♦ twenty-four ♦ location; locker room - rec. room/gym ♦ tagged; clover

Raiden clenched his jaw as he stared down at her. "I hate to break it to ya kid, but I'm not exactly the person you should get to know." He muttered. A part of him felt bad for snapping at her, but the other part wished she wouldn't be so adamant about watching him. He knew he would feel like a bug under a microscope and the thought made him squirm on the inside. Sighing loudly, he ran his hand down his face, quickly growing tired of the back and forth. "Do you know anything about personal space? Privacy? They do exist ya know." The smile that spread across his face was dripping with sarcasm and annoyance.

Without another word he spun on his heels and continued down the hall and into the gym. He let the quiver slide off of his arm and onto the floor before pulling his bow over his head, desperately hoping that he hadn't been followed once again. Not really paying attention he started setting up the course he had created for himself years ago. Except he always switched it up a little each time to make sure he didn't get too used to it.

[Expired_Karma]

The Trio
Tagged:Ansel,Milo,Levi,Jessica/Location:General Room

FireFlies watched expressions change,vocal ranges drop and rise.Her attempts to find a pattern to get an understanding of their emotions and thought process at this moment so she doesn’t screw up aren’t working.Then she lost sight of Milo only to see them at Jessica gripping her arm and her falling back.FireFlies’s ears folded backwards and her tail gripped the leg of the chair.She gritted her teeth in fear that she wouldn’t get back up.She didn’t take her eyes off of Jessica until she opened her eyes.She sat up and rake her gaze across the trio.For a moment she thought that her gaze was fixated on her but she looked at Jessica closer and realized her gaze was just passed her.

Shinoto looked a little taken back by all the commotion that Jessica has brought upon her entrance.Shinoto met Jessica’s gaze,he was looking past the wall of her eyes and into her emotions.Her emotions were haywire and her thoughts..so LOUD..His breathing became uneven,he was trying to shut down his own powers,he heard enough.He wants to bring back her memories and tell her that his actions were also unnecessary but he can’t or else she’ll know he was reading her again..he doesn’t know why he’s in her mind,he didn’t even try to access her mind.Did he loose control?Maybe with the frequency of how many times he’s used his powers today his powers got stronger and now he has to relearn them,or just keep pace with this strength?Question.Question.Question...QUESTIONS...He fell forward and was now on his knees,keeping himself up and steady by FireFlies’s chair.FireFlies looked back,her eyes wide with confusion.Shinoto reached his hand to her face and brought his face closer and whispered in her ear”I need...you..to cut me..I need to unfocus..”He said in a gasp,his head in severe pain.His eyes watering,he never felt this pain before.He fell backwards and was now sitting against the wall and waiting for FireFlies’s cut’What if this pain is the pain that Jessica is feeling and because I’m so focused I’m feeling what she’s feeling..’He thought.FireFlies turned around and stood up.She bent down and when she was steady she touched Shinoto’s hands and froze them.Instead of cutting him she decided to make him numb.Shinoto closed his eyes.He was fixating on the ice and the chills it brought.

Akiko walked over to Shinoto and sat next to him and FireFlies sat on the other side of him.Both of them trying to comfort Shinoto.Akiko didn’t want to fixate on Jessica at this very moment,Shinoto has a higher priority then her right now.


Riku Kiankawa
Tags:Emrys/Location:Mess Hall

Riku chuckled”The hell is energy?”He smiled.He followed behind Emrys and noticed how he avoided the food table.He have Emrys a confused glance but didn’t say anything.It was none of his business so long as he didn’t make a problem then there were no problems therefore,he shouldn’t worry about it.Riku waited by the cups for Emrys to make his coffee first.Riku looked down then at Emrys”Are you happy here?With your job and position?”Riku asked out of the blue.He was looking at Emrys.It was one of his priorities to keep his soldiers happy.He didn’t want them feeling miserable like he was all those years ago.He knows what it feels like and didn’t want anyone else to feel that way.

[rainbowwrowell]

Mavis hummed quietly for a few minutes thinking. She needed a drink, water or tea specifically and maybe something to eat, she hadnt had breakfast. She stood up and put her bag over her left shoulder and walked into her kitchen. As she walked she just listened to the voices, some of them were arguing and others were taunting her. She sighed,"Shut up all of you." She whispered. They began quieting down a little, but not that much.

She looked down as she walked and went into the kitchen, she saw a few people she didn't recognize, then she saw KIPP. As she thought for a few small moments, she decided to walk over to him.

"Hey." She spoke quietly. "I dont think we've spoken before, my name is Mavis. Nice to meet you." She looked up at KIPP, "KIPP right?" She tilted her head slightly as she thought.

"Wait, why are you holding the toaster?" She asked as she sat down beside him on the counter looking up at him

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"KIPP" - ♂ - Rebel Soldier - Form
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His eyes widened as Mavis had walked in on him holding the toaster up to his face, lips pursed as if he would kiss it at any moment. He quickly lowered the appliance back to his lap and looked away, attempting to avoid eye contact. He cleared his throat and felt a cold draft as Mavis approached him and actually began talking to him. It was then he knew he was in for it now. The general's daughter was not someone to mess with. Metaphorical, of course. He saw how the general treated her at times. Sometimes he wished to be a daughter so he could be treated like that as well.
"Um. No. A toaster, you say? Not I. I wouldn't be holding anything of the sort." he replied haughtily, setting the silver box down by his side and rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to let it slide.
"Honestly if anyone were to be holding a toaster it would be .. you!"
He shrugged and sat there watching her. In all his time here, which wasn't exactly the longest of times, he had never found himself in a conversation with Mavis. Whether it was avoiding or just simply wrong place wrong time, none if it mattered now. Mavis had found him in the right place at the wrong time. But it didn't seem a big deal anyways.
"I know who you are.. you've become sort of popular around here at times." he answered while looking down at his feet as he kicked them back and forth atop the counter
"But that's not a bad thing, I assure you. I'm just left to wonder how we haven't made any contact until now? You and I have been here for a while.. I like to talk to people and you sure seem like the type to barge in on private affairs. So I am still left to wonder how we haven't spoken?"
He stuck a hand out for her to shake, and offered a smile toward the young girl.
"Regardless, its nice to meet you. You can call me KIPP... everyone else does."
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Tacet - ♂ - Loner - Form
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He wasn't expecting a straight up denial. In fact he was half expecting the man to agree and come with him. However there was that slight bit of hesitation, and he didn't exactly avoid it. The shadow man lifted his chin a little and grinned. How cute. The soldier had to do his duty. He had to stay behind and serve. For that, Xylas earned some more points. His eyes narrowed a little bit and his bright eyes flicked over at an oncoming waitress with their food. His stomach growled at the sight of it and he sat up. His face seemed to soften and he looked a little excited to finally have his pasta to eat. Xylas's meal was on its way on the tray as well. All words seemed to be lost to the loner as he sat at attention at his place, adjusting his utensils so that he may use them accordingly with his manicotti.
He glanced back toward Xylas who had returned to earth and spoke to him again. He sat back and smoothed his hands out on his pants. An eyebrow raised a little and he bit his lip with a sly looking grin. Their food was delivered to them and he thanked the waitress, winking at her softly before watching Xylas again
"Honey, believe me I'd talk to you forever and never get bored of it." he answered lightly, using a fork to cut himself off a piece of his pasta without breaking his eye contact
"I'd be happy to do that if you're interested.. I could talk about many things. I've got so much to say.."
His foot found Xylas's leg and he rubbed it gently, before looking down at his plate
"I apologize again for anything that comes out of me. Being alone for an extended period of time.. I must say that I am overly excited to share things that wouldn't normally come up. Though I do hope you enjoy your meal, lovely."
He gave Xylas a wink for good measure before focusing on his own food for now and saving a bit of the talking for later.
And later came a lot quicker than imagined
"If you came with me, I'd take you back to Italy first." he replied aloud, thinking to himself.
"Its absolutely brilliant. The architecture is simply breathtaking. The food is even better. Just think, we could be having this same conversation in a small cafe on the Italian countryside sipping a fresh brewed coffee." he leaned in, seeming excited to be talking about his home land to the interest.
"I think you'd love it.... Actually.. I know you'd love it."
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[rainbowwrowell]

"Well, I could sure hold the toaster if you want, but you looked like you were gonna kiss it and I really dont wanna kiss a toaster," Mavis smiled slightly speaking to them, "I think the only reason I'm not being spoken about today, besides getting in a fight and breaking my nose, is there was a scuffle up top and Milo was hurt, so was someone else, but I didn't see who. But I think in general people are wary of me because I'm the daughter of the general." She listened to them, facing the ground as she did. "I guess I always shy away from the ones I didnt want to fight with yknow? I do have a habit of barging in as private affairs, I like the way you put it by the way, but Ive been working on it. Slipped up this morning; but oh well, Ive bigger things to worry about. "

She looked up them,"I dont think we were recruits together, I really only talk to the people Ive been a recruit with or work shifts with, and Milo.. I guess, thats why."

Mavis sent a smile KIPP's way and spoke softly saying,"Nice to meet you too! You can call me legit everything, Ill probably respond."

[faelyn]

♪ ── 𝒲𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒪𝒲 𝐻𝒰𝒩𝒯𝐸𝑅
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(Rebel Gatherer) ( Location:Catacombs ->
Rebel kitchen ) ( Mood: Uneasy & Annoyed) ( Tags: Hugo) ( Mentions: None) (Aquakinesis & Fear Manipulation)

Passionate rage fluttered amongst her now rosy-shaded skin, which grew warm from the heat of her resentment. Strands of her loose hair brushing against her features. Fingers grasping the straps of her leather bag as her gently tapping footsteps grew brisk, her virescent gaze was no stranger to the older gatherer’s face and was alight with wrath. Kitten? What did he think, she was a mere animal to mess around with. Never.

The rustle of the contents in her bag danced in the air, and in the midst of the items in her bag was an ornamental chain which had always rested on her neck, but wasn’t today.

Breaking out of the overwhelming daze that chorused like a symphony in her mind.pique-laced words left her tongue in a heartbeat. “Trust you?” Letting out a disdainful scoff, the youthful woman’s lips were curled. “Never. You’re too blind to see the truth about your farmer girlfriend. Perhaps, when she lets you try those berries of hers, you would drop to the ground. Dead, for all I care.” Would he never understand? How ever many times she hissed those flaring remarks, it would be no use. He was too naive, too love-struck to see the peril, right in front of his nose. She had seen the so-called Jules around, with those wide blue eyes and was never too far away from the ripe berries she sold, frequently at the Farmer's Market. She seemed pretty harmless, but not everyone was what they seemed.

“Fine.” Treading past the gatherer with ease, the woman, pleasurably on the way through the doorway, applying pressure on the older man’s toes, before stepping off. A sneer twisted on her features as she pivoted on her heel to fix her burning gaze on his features. “Just so you know, I can hold the door myself. Come on, we need to get to the kitchen, or do you need your mommy to hold your hand?”

Swerving through the obstacles that lay in patience in the Mess Hall, she didn’t bother tossing a glance back at the gatherer, neither did she wait for his response. He would catch up sooner or later if he wasn’t already behind her. Stepping into the kitchen, the young woman slipped her bag off from her shoulder, and flung out the contents in the bag’s depths onto a nearby counter. “Cover for me, will you? I need to take a trip to the washroom.” It was a lie. One that was quite simple to make up, anyways. Heel twirling as it spun around to set her in a different direction, her hands grasping the now empty bag as she left the kitchen in a blur.

❁ ── 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒩𝒩𝐸 𝒲𝐸𝒜𝒱𝐸𝑅
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(Rebel Officer Medic) ( Location: Medical Center -> Rebel Base Entrance) ( Mood: I'm comin'! ) ( Tags: Michy) (Mentions: Hani) (Sleep Alleviation & Unconscious Inducement )

Gleaming, blonde hair curling around her lightly-callused fingers, chilling ice bloomed like a spring blossom in the medicinal officer’s blood and unease and concern sang in perfect unison in her mind. Silence. Mere moments fluttered by, and solace had broken the song, as the masculine voice danced into reality.

The towering officer was a close friend. On the longest nights, when stars were shining above, Michael was there, accompanying her every step of the way through the lonely hours. A small smile graced her features, the furrow on her brow softening with ease, at the memories. It made up for the distant moments of slumber. As, sleep had refused to rest upon her, more frequently as time ticked by. Dreams have become a luxury and nightmares, a fear when light drains from her vision.

“I’m alright -” Just alright? Leaping to her toes, the officer reached for a first-aid kit, her fingers wrapping gently around the handle of the precious medical equipment which shuffled quietly in the case. It was better to be safe than sorry, right? Letting her movements slow to a halt, she listened intently to the sound of his familiar voice.

So, Edie was with him... It was good - no - significant news. Food? It was a rather unusual request, nonetheless, she would grab what he needed. Fruit roll-ups? What was that? She had heard it mentioned once or twice throughout the rebellion, but otherwise, it was certainly recent for her. “I’ll meet you there, that's a promise. See you soon, Michael.” Swiftly letting her hand drop to her side as the officer ended the call, her light, brisk footsteps carried her to the end of the mess hall.

Gentle eyes wandering around the expanse around her, her head spun as a wave of throbbing agony pulsed through her head. Come on, Bree. Taking a staggering turn as she caught a glimpse of a medic, she gave a small nod to the gathering officer, before sweeping up a couple oranges and some neatly wrapped bread rolls, which sat untouched on a counter. Shoes tapping against the lightly damp floor, her movement slowed as the officer neared the designated area. Now, all she had to do was wait, until his return.

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(Taskforce Enforcer) ( Location: Taskforce Base) ( Mood: Come back!) ( Tags: Bennett, Darian)(Mentions: Pandora)
(Healing & Bulletproof Skin)

So sorry for the delay & inactivity, will edit in. <3

[bailey.t136]

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❛ tisha trailbrooke ❜
joy, happiness
❛ female. ❛ 20 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ crush - michy <3.
❛ catacomb elevators ->
floor 32 (hallway).
❛ recruit. ❛ cardiokinesis.
❛ tags - michy. edie. avie.
❛ mentions - michy. edie.
avie. banks. nic. bree.

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edie was frustrating, to say the least. every time she sneered, it reminded tish of the soldiers in the cells. the way she demeaned people and continued to pester both her and the little lady they'd picked up moments previous. edie never seemed to run out of smart remarks and petty threats. like the soliders, tish wondered if it was all just a front... something people did to keep themselves safe...

that was okay, though. tish could keep her mouth closed for a little while longer. she had the gun now, and as much as she wanted to play back about the sniper, she'd keep quiet.

edie had teleported behind her and she nearly jumped but did her best to keep hold of the weapon and stay focused. glowing digitalized numbers above the elevator door signaled that the lift was off, now descending lower and lower beneath the city. the thought of it all honestly felt a little claustrophobic, them going so far down... 7. 8. 9. but soon they'd be free and on their way to the rebellion. soon they'd be safe again.

she prayed everyone in the rebellion wasn't so brash as the officer behind her. tish's eyes didn't shift from the numbers above them. 15. 16. 17. michael seemed the polar opposite of edie and somehow he'd learned how to get along with her. perhaps it was because they were both strong characters, built to survive? she wondered how long they'd known each other... maybe she and edie could eventually get along too... eventually.

her attention was pulled from the ticking numbers as michael continued to talk on the phone. he looked... happy. almost happy. more relieved than anything, she guessed. a good sign of friends ahead. people she could trust.

but any hope or peace that had slowed her racing thoughts were pushed to the side as the elevator doors dinged and drew open. floor 32. ahead of them, an empty hallway stretched on for what looked like an eternity, decorated with bloody footprints and a few desperate handprints on the wall. the light was low and the air was thick. there was a spot not far from them where it looked like someone had fallen. she could feel her heart sinking into her gut. little goosebumps crawled up and down her skin.

was this what being a rebel was? those titans she'd seen on the television screen had seemed powerful and strong, but how many more had they lost that day... how many more would they lose by the morning? the space was deafeningly silent, except for their own shifting in the lift and she didn't dare be the first to step off. her character was strong, but this was not her place yet. she was still a long way off from home.

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❛ ansel hanes ❜
divine protection, noble follower
❛ cismale. ❛ 26 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ wife - (al)ice.
❛ milo's study.
❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation.
❛ tags - milo. jess. levi.
❛ mentions - milo. jessica.
levi. alice <3. trio.

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what a day.

geez, it just felt like they couldn't win.

everything was moving so fast, just like it had been up top. all ansel could do was watch it unfold before him. first, milo pulled the black coat off their weakened body, still covered in blood, and as if that hadn't been enough to bring jess back, they straight up told her that she was suffering from amnesia. everything in him begged that this would be one of those easy fights where no one got hurt. jessica didn't understand what they'd been through already, and he could feel the uncomfortable tension rising up in him once again. almost a blindness, but he had to keep his head. milo was still safe. everything was okay. just sit down, jess... please.

but no, they weren't going to get that lucky today. that confused, riled advisor of theirs was telling milo that they had hit their head and that she was going to go get Graham. yeah, there it was. something to set them all on edge, even more. he felt that familiar sinking in his gut and the advisor was spinning on her heels like she was about to waltz right out of the office. nope, she was getting way too far in over her head and she was crazy if she assumed he was going to just let her out. the massive soldier eased gently to the center of the doorway, eyes locked on her own. no words. patience. if she tries you, she's yours.

a quiet rattling of dishes caused him to straighten towards one side of the doorway as levi slipped past. slight relief ebbed at the tension ansel held in his stance. it was good to see that at least someone was doing their job. he'd thank levi later once everything had calmed down. that was a thought. still, jessica would not ease up and watched the office like a hawk. she was spitting and griping and milo caught their soldier's eye for a half moment. it was the last place any of them wanted to be. they all had so many other things they could be doing with their time, but if this was what loyalty was - tending to a hurting, confused, lost advisor, ansel would stick it out for his general. he owed them at least that.

no. he owed them everything.

and it wasn't just for taking him in a few months previously. it wasn't for keeping his wife safe and providing a place of refuge. it wasn't just for taking a bullet - for nearly dying for him on the streets above. no, it was for all of it and everything in between. he'd owed his life to them.

the soldier didn't budge, even though jessica continued to spit and glare and threaten them. milo's voice was growing tenser and jess was matching it. the energy in the room was rife with heat and hate. hate for all of the wrong that had been done them and for the miscommunication between them now. and then jessica was screaming, fingers tucking into fists and voice raising against the general. ansel's entire body prepared to pounce. he could flash her out in a second and bury her in the wooden planks of the floor before she could think. milo would be spared the insolence.

"all bark and no bite..."

one second. all he needed was a cue from milo. he waited for anything - a half blink, a slight nod, a wag of a finger. he'd bite for milo if that's what they needed, but none came.

instead, that weakened general stood themself and caught her in an unbreakable hold.

milo wrenched their advisor to the ground, sweeping her legs away and pinning her. the solider could see the power draining from both of those two in that moment. milo was putting their everything into keeping this rebellion together, even if it meant getting hurt in the process, and jessica had met her match.

"gener--" he started to step forward, to hold her on milo's behalf but bit back his words. he needed to act. jess was vulnerable. the massive soldier skirted around milo and jess over to the desk where a pair of the general's gloves sat neatly stored off to the side. that was the first step. then jess slowly began to stir as he moved back from the desk. he could only pray she was back. none of them could take fighting one of their own anymore. the next step would be getting milo back to bed, and jess under control.

the massive soldier waved over to levi - they needed to get milo away from any more people with powers, into bed preferably. ansel tugged on the gloves himself before moving over to his general's side. leather met the stained skin of his friend, "let me deal with her now." his voice was gentle but firm. he was drawing the line. if jess was back, milo needed to rest. no medic could save a general exhausted by their own power. he'd seen too many people push past their limits. the general would not be one of them.

the soldier guided milo back to the edge of their bed before tugging off the gloves. he tossed them to levi and was behind jess again in seconds. under his breath, honesty slid through his teeth, "you might be back, but you caused a lot of trouble today, delgato. whatever punishment they serve you is mercy and you will comply."

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❛ chester (banks) ❜
i promise to love you xxxxxxxx
like the tides do
❛ cismale. ❛ 20/74 yrs old.
❛ hetero? ❛ crush/so.
❛ medbay.
❛ rebel medic.
❛ biokinesis.
❛ tags - jasp.
❛ mentions - jasp. bree.
michy. edie.

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“any news that comes my way will come yours too...”

the response prompted immediate relief across his exhausted features and banks smiled softly as he nodded his thanks. there was no doubt in his mind jasper would keep to his word. he only wished his friend could rest too. but at least they were on good terms.

sleepy lids were allowed to close and the medic let himself relax into the cot. the springs creaked a little under his weight but there was a comfortableness about the space that calmed the busyness inside of him. there was that general buzz in the room, filled with relieved voices, excited voices, and anxious voices, but they were all just fading into a hum now. they would be okay for a few minutes. they would. they had survived this long as a family, and they would continue to.

sight, sound, and stress all slowly melded into that static grey hum, no dreams risking to invade his rest. at least for a few minutes. and maybe it was that he wasn't letting them, or maybe it was just the fact that his body was finally settling. it had been a testing day. even in the days up in the city before joining this rebellion, he hadn't experienced so many risky healings - so many people in need of life. back before his days in the rebellion, he had been more of a local medic, healing the sick and the injured. but every now and then, there were days that reminded him of these. these days where tragedy seemed to strike out of nowhere. days he had to intercede - beg that angel of death to hold on just a little bit longer.

an image of a downtown street drifted into his mind as his body began to heat. a light sheen of sweat threatened the peace of his sleep. there was a man on the curb. he was mid-twenties. one of those over-worked but approachable types. probably a broker or a lawyer. he looked one way, attempting to avoid traffic, but he hadn't seen the bus on his left before he'd stepped out. he'd frozen. the bus hadn't. it had probably sent him twenty feet down the street. brakes of the bus screaming. pedestrians all crowding. but banks had seen it coming from a mile away and was already racing down the sidewalk.

that had been the first time he'd ever brought someone back from the brink. it had been terrifying, standing on the ledge for them, but he'd remembered a peace about it. "everybody look out! i'm a doctor, let me through!" he'd called out just to get through the crowd. the bus had stopped and the driver was rushing over too. banks had never tried to heal someone so far gone, but he'd reached out. the pain he'd felt was the same distant pain that he was feeling now, pulsing through his chest. horrible, threatening, but it meant that someone else got to live. it was worth it.

he'd left the scene before anyone could question what had happened. he'd been hurting and exhausted, but it had been worth it. days like these, where enforcers lit up the streets and killed for fun. these days would have to end. he didn't have it in him to heal every body that fell. but he would try. he would try until the day he fell himself.

the slight sound of jasper shifting around and pulling a chair over didn't stir him but something did catch his ear and briefly tugged him out of his feverish sleep.

catching just the end of her words, bree's voice echoed the name of an officer he cared very much for and his thoughts connected the dots. that officer was the one who might be with his edie. a hand pushed through his hair as he shifted slightly to look up at his friend, "jasper, did she just say michael?"

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⇢ 𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆
- 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂 -
taskforce 117 • squad member • 21yrs • poison touch, mithridatism • 5'10 • cis female • pansexual
location; outside captain's room • mentions; TARS • tags; river, rhys
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"He's not rude, he's just oblivious. And he's literally an android, so of course he isn't fond of the little owlet's spontaneous, goofy arse." Zandria explained to Rhys, glancing back at said smirking man behind her. She nudged him back with her shoulder, long-familiar with his tricks and charm, and refusing to fall for it. Loyalty obliged her to defend her captain, but the part of her that was still pissed was so very tempted to vent on it all. She wouldn't do it in front of the new kid, of course, but it might have been a different story were River and her alone.

Navigating her way through the halls, she led the group towards the captain's room. On the way, she detoured into the infirmary to snag a pair of crutches. Look at her, obedient little housemaid, and overachiever to boot. Paying no heed to the curious glances from her companions, she lost herself in her thoughts. She could be as mad as she liked, but she would have nobody accusing her of insubordination, least of all the Captain. He uttered a command, and she would obey, regardless of personal exasperation at the tone it was delivered in. It wasn't her place to complain about it. He was a commanding officer and she was a government soldier; he had every right to order her around. She had no right at all to be annoyed about it. They were barely more than friends, and hypothetical personal relationships absolutely could not interfere with work anyways.

She wished the logical arguments in her head were a little more compelling to her heart.

When they arrived, Zandria shoved the crutches at Rhys, stepping around the mess of silver blood still occupying the space on the ground in the middle of the hall. "Be a dear and bring these in there with you, will ya? Don't mind Riv. You'll be fine. Who could resist a charmer like you, hmm?" She flashed him a grin, a touch absentminded. "Just in case, I suppose you could use them as a peace offering." Without further ado, she opened the door and pushed the new recruit inside. Rude, very rude of her. She'd apologize later. Right now, she needed to rope a certain flirtatious brunet into her diabolical scheming.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Zandria turned to River. "Hey, idiot." She reached up to flick him in the nose, drawing his attention. "Little owlet." Tilting her chin, she met his pale blue gaze. Hesitated for the span of a breath, gauging the steadiness in his eyes, weighing the years of their friendship. "I need to ask a favor of you."

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rebellion • recruit • 16yrs • perception distortion, apnea • 5'0 • cis female • asexual
location; elevator >> catacombs • mentions; breanne • tags; edie, michael, tish
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Avangeline wanted to flinch when Edie teleported in beside her (the girl was seriously starting to resent that flaunting of power), but the sudden weight of exhaustion pressing down on her wouldn't allow for more than an abortive jerk of her shoulders. Now that they'd stopped moving, she could practically feel the adrenaline draining out of her veins and leaving her hollow in its wake. Tired, she was so tired, without immediate danger, fear, or desperation to fuel her. For Edie's barbed comments, she favored the woman with an alarmingly venomous glare. It was mostly to distract from how hard she was leaning into the corner, practically letting the elevator walls hold her up.

It wasn't the first time someone had labelled her a coward, and it wouldn't be the last. Years on the street taught her to hold her tongue, keep her head down, pick her battles wisely. Still, this particular instance somehow bothered her a little bit more. Perhaps it was unease at leaving a bad first impression upon a woman who—if Avangeline took her at her word—would be a key deciding factor in her fate with the rebellion. Either way, it could hardly be helped. Whatever impression she was making right now, she'd only make a worse one by letting her tongue run away with her again, however much she wanted to. Common sense was barely checking the uncharacteristic temper riding her right now. She blamed it on the pain, muddling her head, making her sloppy.

Speaking of... The elevator was definitely not descending fast enough. Sagging imperceptibly harder against the wall as something inside her chest gave another spasm, Avangeline clenched her jaw tight against another coughing fit. She was absolutely certain she would give herself away the moment she opened her mouth again. Her gaze, slightly hazy, flitted from the solider looming over her, to the gun-toting Tish, to the colossus man finishing his phone call. None of them were idiots, and they all had working noses. In such tight quarters, not one of them would fail to notice the stench of fresh blood.

Groping for a distraction, she fixed her stare on the digital screen above the closed doors. 21... 22... 23... The numbers kept flashing, climbing higher as they dropped towards the heart of the earth. Perhaps watching them was a bad idea, because her head swam with each flip, her thoughts at once thick as soup and insubstantial as air. It was just the pressure, she was sure of it. Hunger (nausea?) roiled her stomach, making her feel pathetically grateful for the food that the giant of a man had requested on the phone from whomever Bree was. It also made her want to throw up, but maybe that was the pain.

Avangeline really, really shouldn't have opened her damn fool mouth in the first place. Feigning indifference, she turned her face subtly away from the others and pressed her eyelids shut. Arms crossed around her middle, pressing hard, as if pressure alone would hold the ache in. Did all elevator rides last this long? Finally, mercifully, a soft ringing sound alerted her to their arrival at their destination. Unable to hide all of a grimace, she blinked her eyes open again. The scene that greeted her was a nondescript hallway, bright and impersonal, with what looked to be half dried bloodstains tracked on the ground. For her own part, she was far more concerned with how the edges of her vision were fuzzing bright. Even habitual as self-delusion had unfortunately become, she couldn't convince herself that it was merely a result of the poor lighting.

Edie was the first one out of the elevator, not so much exiting through the doors as disappearing and reappearing beyond them. Avangeline was too preoccupied with her own predicament to muster up sufficient jealousy. She let the other two exit first, allowing herself a small moment of weakness as she braced her hands against the walls to support that first, jolting step. Her shoulder complained, her head swam, but the internal tearing complained louder. It would be fine. She just needed to start moving again, and then not allow herself to stop. Anchoring her gaze on the back of Tish's scarlet mane like it was a lifeline, she doggedly trailed after her teammates, ignoring the way the world was bleeding like streaks of glistening watercolor dripping off a canvas.

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saša milovanović (milo) | the general | shape shifting [-10] | general's study | tagged: trio, ansel, jessica, levi | mentioned: alice </3

the general let out a long, trembling sigh, slowly relaxing their grip on the advisor. they were sweating again, lungs aching and head pounding. "...welcome back, delgado." they closed their eye, and rested a palm on jessica's back before glancing at levi. "...get her to the infirmary. i want her on indefinite bed rest, until we know what happened and what's going on. she doesn't go anywhere without my say so. underst...?"

a gloved hand rested on their shoulder, and they started, muscles tensing and eyes flicking up to meet ansel's. their brows knit as the man moved to guide them up and back toward the bed. they huffed, waving him away as they leaned back; as much as they'd have liked to shoo the man away, they were exhausted. weak knees, shaking hands... they ran dirty, tacky fingers through their silver-white locks. "...if you insist, take her to the med bay. then, ansel, please--" their gaze drifted up to him, softening just a fraction. "go find your wife. make sure she's okay."

"as for you three--" the general turned a much harder look on akiko, shinoto and fireflies. "the three of you, go get dinner and then hit the bunks. if edie and michael make it back and can talk, we'll call you up. get going, now, and no more shenanigans. understood?"

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He narrowed his eyes but kept a smile on his face. Damn.. he was so close to getting out of there in one piece. Now she was claiming he was about to kiss the toast maker!
He slowly stuck his tongue out and coughed
"Disgusting. I'd never kiss anything like a toaster. I have class!" he answered, leaning back on the counter and crossing one leg over the other. He used his leg to slowly push the toaster further away from him to show how he was very much not interested in it. Not at all.
"Well I know what happened up there.. I had little elves report back to me after it happened. They told me who fought and who got hurt.. so you don't have to keep talking about it."
He looked at his fingernails and began to wonder why they never grew. If they did grow he'd be able to file them down and find something to do.. or at least look like he was doing something. For now he had to roll his eyes and just listen to her.
He hopped off the counter and leaned against it for now, his arms crossed over his shoulder
"Oh I've been here for a while. I'm a soldier, I've been a soldier for a long time. Probably longer than you've been alive." he smiled
"You look very young. It could all be very possible .. unfortunately I don't like to ponder much on the past. I enjoy moving on, it keeps me going. I'm such an old model.. if I fret on one thing for too long I might short out!"
He came up to her and leaned over a little bit, putting his arms on his knees and bending down a bit
"Have you ever encountered anyone like me?"
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