2082 (accepting comms specialists)

For roleplays featuring human or human-like characters which have inhuman abilities or live in an (original) fantasy world. E.g. vampires, shape-shifters, werewolves. However this category does not include roleplays based on existing fandoms such as Twilight or Harry Potter

Most likely to win in sparring?

Jessica
1
6%
Riku
1
6%
Banks
0
No votes
Genesis
5
29%
Willow
2
12%
Schaey
0
No votes
KIPP
1
6%
Sienna
6
35%
Karissa
1
6%
Daniel
0
No votes
 
Total votes : 17

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Postby 䏠xote » Wed Sep 25, 2019 8:13 am

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saša milovanović (milo) | the general | dark magic | surface | tagged: TARS | mentioned: bee


    “not unless i kill you first, milovanović.”

    that's it.

    let go.

    let go.

    let it go.

    it was like trying to keep their head above water. the voices that trailed after them in soft whispers were something they knew well, that they'd lived with for as long as they'd known. but this one was different. it murmured insecurities and doubts, instilled worries and lit a fire under the hatred that already existed somewhere inside of them. it wasn't like them, yet more like who they really were than they'd ever really been. it was a bitterness, a darkness that threatened to swallow them whole if they didn't keep their wits about them.

    and they were tempted to let it.

    ...but even if TARS was destroyed here, it wasn't as though he would cease to exist. even if the whole of stellar's patrol was wiped clean, they'd be replaced with others. humans and inhumans alike were entirely expendable to the likes of the people who governed their every move. in the end, they were entirely equal in how little they truly mattered. but to the rebellion, to milo--images of crimson smattering the asphalt filled the general's mind, the stench of iron filling their sinuses. there would always be more bodies to burn. there would always be more rebels to take the place of the fallen.

    but there's no replacing the people that you have come to truly know and love.

    seen ya look a lot of different ways...

    in those seconds, those precious, barely conscious seconds, milo snapped to attention. what the hell were they doing? as blade threatened to collide with flesh, the general dipped to the side, stepping just out of range and converting from fight to flight.

    "just when things were getting interesting, i had to go and grow a brain--"

    they didn't have time to curse themselves for stupidity, instead swiping one leg out in an attempt to trip stellar up as blood rushed in their ears. they wanted to kill him--so, so badly. but they couldn't let that keep them from exercising caution, despite how furious they were and how terribly they wanted to spill the android's silver blood. for all they knew, bee might never come. then where would they be?
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby Vivika » Wed Sep 25, 2019 12:10 pm

Wren Hunter
Role: Sniper | Powers: Electrical manipulation & telepathy | Location: Top of Building | Tags: Edie [Mentions: None. ]

She was even further entangled with the woman than she’d begun with. Legs and hands now. A deadlock match for a gun both parties wanted to get their hands on. It would only be a matter of time before one of them had it. It had to be her.

The other woman coming out on top was not an option. With teleportation abilities, a loaded gun and a potential second ability, the battle would be over and done in mere seconds. Either her. Or the rebel.

When did things become clear-cut?

A small breath-in. Think. There had to be a grey area. Something to manipulate. Her grip tightened around the gun, refusing to relinquish control over it. The other woman’s hand twisting her wrist didn’t allow her much mobility, but a slight shift of her thumb and she had it. Slide her finger over and-

“Not yet.”
An explosion of white seared her vision as the woman’s attack collided with a well-calculated strike of her head. A gasp escaped her lips. Stay in the game. With her fingers already in motion, muscle memory was the only thing functioning. While her opponent evidently had more experience with close-ranged combat, she’d spent almost half her life doing this task. Morning, noon and night. Rain or shine. Injured or unharmed.

Depress. Left hand pulling back on the slide… Unload. All over in just under two seconds. Her ears didn’t pick up the click of the slide to confirm it cleared or the clatter of the magazine as it hit the ground. Had she even unloaded it? Her grip slipped on the gun as she staggered backwards. There was no telling now. With her leg free, she swept it backwards in an attempt to bring the loaded magazine (if it was even there) over to her side to pick up.

They were of two different worlds. Anger - emotion was her opponent’s strength, lighting the passion and fire within. A fire waiting to incinerate her, if given the chance. For her, cool logic coupled with detachment - her style, her strength. The problem was that fire wasn’t the enemy - not what she feared. It was too far off.

Her jaw ached and moving it only sent a fresh wave of pain, but dull in comparison to earlier. A slight tilt of her chin up, eyes focused as she rightened herself. One foot to the side and shoulders tensed to dodge the next move, whether it be bullet or fire.
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby bailey.t136 » Wed Sep 25, 2019 5:56 pm

bailey wrote:
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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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tish watched in horror as the fruit collided with the mans hand and she almost screamed as it went soaring over her shoulder. the sloppy thunk of it exploding into the wall was enough for her to shield her face and her mouth fell open as she turned back to him, "michael, what in the world was that??" her words had come up without thought.

wait, no, no, no... "-i, i mean, don't worry about it... let me just-"

she turned, running citrusy fingers through her strawberry locks. she should clean it up- the groundskeeper would not be happy (despite the multitude of other stains on the wall). "sorry, there's another in the fridge if you want it." she moved over to the counter again and tugged a paper towel from the holder- or she tried to. three sheets came off while she was only aiming for one, but hey, who needed trees...

she knelt down where the pile of squishy orange carnage lay by the wall, "sorry, i swear i didn't mean to startle you.."



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ansel hanes
divine protection, noble follower
❛ cismale. ❛ 25 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ wife - (al)ice.
❛ city streets.
❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation.
❛ tags - pandora.
❛ mentions -
pandora. alice. michael.







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the man's body slumped in his arms, a whisper of smoke rising from his delicate lips. ansel allowed a small breath of relief relax his features. bicep loosened, core accepted oxygen again, and he released the visual revocation that had stolen his vision for too long already. strained eyes glanced at the red rows buried in his skin from those desperate, bloody fingernails. despite their obvious disadvantage, maybe he had finally done something- crushed a dent into the line of fire that surrounded his family. optimism couldn't have been more overrated.

no sooner had he strangled the man to the ground, than a thousand voices expanded that creatures chest, soul pulling in air when body could not. and the sound... it was horrifying. demonic in every aspect of the word. oppressive, dominant. unforgiving.

ansel was knocked back off his feet by the sudden explosion of power. energy danced at his enemies fingertips. no, no, no, no... he would not be one to crawl away in surrender- in retreat, but how every ounce of his body begged him to. shaking fingers reached up at his own throat as the creature shrieked at him. a weak moan was all he could muster. what on earth had he opened- pandora's box of evil? his very breath was being constricted before he could think, twisting and scraping at his throat, begging for release. the pressure was excruciating and as his stamina threatened to waver, little dots mocking his blurry vison. he had been idiotic enough to assume such a tiny creature was an easy victory. but every timer had its ticks. every treat had its tricks.

his enemy cackled.

but he couldn't let it win.

"fai- fair enough.." he sputtered.

he was on his back now, like a dog submitting to a wolf. shake it off.

"hey, i was thinking we could maybe go out this evening? find someplace quieter?" alice, those beautiful eyes- playful and smooth, silky teasing... but no- wait...fingers clawed in desperation. it hadn't been her voice. but she had just said that this morning? and in their room too... "just close your eyes. you said surprise you, right?" ansel whimpered, squeezing his eyes tight as he writhed, trying to force those wretched demons out of his head. this thing- whatever it was, was getting at him at his weakest point. it was messing with his family.

"don't think about the fight that's in front of you." wise words from a close friend. "go through the motions, sure, but the fight isn't what's important. alice, the base, all the innocent people around you." michael was hovering over him while he laid defeated on the mat. "their lives matter, and they're counting on you. think about them. think about what you need to do to help them, and do it."

if he would fight for anything left in this world, it would be for them- for her. archangel, there's a place for you.

"go to hell..." he spat. scuffed combat boot caught his enemies ankle, ripping it out from under him with everything he had.


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chester banks
he who lives by streams of water
❛ cismale. ❛ 20/77 yrs old.
❛ hetero? ❛ crush/so.
❛ hallway.
❛ rebel medic.
❛ biokinesis.
❛ tags - nic.
❛ mentions - jasp. nic.






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the medic hadn’t stuck around to chat with his friend, but something about the way jasper didn’t smile as he was leaving left him with a resounding pang of guilt. it unsettled him as he trotted down the endless hall. if he had lingered, he would've been doing more damage than good. yeah, there was tension. yeah, he was going against their advisor, and subsequently, their leader, but surely milo would understand. there was no point in distracting their only soldier on guard, while also not doing his job by healing those around him.

something clattered against the wall and banks white converse skidded to a stop. his chest was heaving from his mindless jogging, having slipped into his thoughts for too long, and all at once he realized he was actually pretty helpless out here. he had no weapon, nor soldier to keep him from getting mauled, or worse... then a cry of pain and his name.

they were echoing from a distant slumping figure.

feet were digging at the concrete before he could think twice, "nic, oh my God, nic!!!" Lord Jesus, have mercy... what had distracted him from seeing the man sooner.

blood- there was so much blood, and as he huffed closer, the young medic realized with a sinking in his gut that the lockdown had indeed been for a reason. he almost slipped on the crimson cement as he slid down to his knees beside his friend, "okay, okay. i've got you now."

the words came instantly, and with conviction. this was where he was needed. "talk to me- where does it hurt."

he could see the pulsing stream, seeping through the mentor's stained fingers and he dug through his medical bag for some clean gauze. he wouldn't need it for anything other than cleaning the skin. the wound he would seal himself, but he needed to know how much of a shock to prepare for. how much more his chest would tighten before the man was whole again.

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Postby sataraxias » Wed Sep 25, 2019 10:08 pm

    xxxxEDIE CROWE
    rank: recruiting officer mood: talkative + sorta tired location: building rooftop mentioned: - tags: wren power: teleportation
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    A release, and then suddenly she stood triumphant with control of the gun as the woman retreated. Edie was gone in an instant, blinking away to create more distance between the two of them as the gun raised. It lowered a few seconds later as her gaze skittered to the magazine on the floor as it was swept towards her opponent. An agitated exhale. She’d won the fight, but she hadn’t won the upper hand.

    Her eyes flashed in a quick, irritated eyeroll, the angry gesture directed more so at herself for having been too preoccupied with their mini scuffle to hear the magazine hit the floor. “Well-played,” she murmured, a slight frown as she considered the new situation. Loaded or otherwise, she didn’t want the other woman to get a hold of the weapon again.

    There was a simple solution she could think of, an easy way to eliminate this threat she held.

    A quick thrust of her wrist sent the weapon on a quick downward spiral towards the world below, though her gaze was still fixated on the individual in front of her. “Now we’re both unarmed.” she commented calmly, shifting on her feet as she dropped her arms to rest by her side, though her gaze on the woman was wary and unfaltering, daring her to make a move. Her head ached gently. Result of the impact.

    The sniper gun was still ever-present. But it wasn’t currently presenting as big a threat to her as that handgun had been. Her stomach rumbled, a reminder that she’d skipped breakfast and missed out on lunch – and also serving as a soft warning of the dip in her energy. But it was fine. She could go on a little longer. Always a little longer.

    She'd played her part of dangerous inhuman enough for now, anyway. The jut of the woman's chin, her defensive stance. It was obvious that she was expecting another fight, waiting to dodge another punch thrown. But Edie had another role she could play. Her anger had cooled, and with it reminded her of a different path she could try to walk.

    Lovely day for a little chat, isn’t it?” Here was her confident grin returning as she switched from one fight to a different kind. She tilted her head to the side and took a step forward, bridging some of that distance she’d recreated between the two of them. “Let’s start with, hm, introductions. You first.

    Prove that you’re not afraid of me. Give me a name. I really, really want a name.

    Edie wondered at the direction that the fight down beneath had taken; whether her people had come up on top. She hoped. She wasn’t about to dare a glance downwards. The ground beneath her feet was sturdy enough for the moment, but it sure was a mighty long fall to the world underneath. She raised her eyebrows, awaiting an answer.

    xxxxHARVEY BLAINE
    rank: rebel soldier mood: energetic location: training center - war room mentioned: - tags: jess powers: memory overload
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    The punching bag swung side to side as raised fists dropped and Harvey’s breathless attention waned, dark brown eyes finding the clock hung over the door as he took note of the time. So late in the morning, so early in the afternoon. The man puffed out a laugh, slipping the boxing gloves off and wandering towards the showers.

    A few minutes later, comfortable in clothes unsoiled by his own sweat, he was wandering down the hallway towards the war room, intent on grabbing one of the laptops out of the cabinet. The noise emanating from behind the doors of the Mess Hall struck him as somewhat strange, considering the time. Shouldn’t everyone be out during their duties? It was a mild curiosity he didn’t choose to pursue as he twisted the knob of the war room open and stepped inside.

    The darkness within was unexpected in a room typically lit by the soft blue glow of electronic screens. Harvey blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust his vision, relying primarily on his memory of the layout of the room to navigate himself through. A piece of paper crumpling under his feet loudly. He crouched down to pick it up, straining his eyes to make out the words scribbled on the surface. Blurred shadows sharpened into clarity. Gone, gone, gone – scratched furiously on to the white.

    Quiet, laboured breathing from the centre table he stood by, the table he’d always jokingly thought of as the round table of the rebellion. He turned his concerned face towards the slumped figure of his adviser, his low voice concerned as his gaze traced around her, dancing around the mess of papers spread haphazardly around her to her arm, where four slashed marks were welted on to her skin. He stepped closer towards her. “Jessica?”
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby Expired_Karma » Wed Sep 25, 2019 11:56 pm

Akiko Millis Ayama,Shinoto Takashi Yoon.

Akiko yawns quietly.She was trying not to make any sound.She was a little irritated from all of today.1.)She had to fight Mavis for just pointing at the Rebellion which is such bull crap to her.2.)She just had to come on a day with a lock down.3.)She had to witness FireFlies argue with Jessica which she was happy she walked away from.4.)Jessica broke her best friend’s heart.But she couldn’t blame Jessica.Shinoto wasn’t supposed to be in her head,some people just need that kind of security that no one is invading them,especially in a building full of people with different magical abilities.
She thought of all these events and misfortunes.She sighed,today just wasn’t her day.She started spinning around in her rolling chair like a child,but this actually helps her think.She has no idea why the Rebellion leader would take her in now.She’s done so many things wrong today.She fought,but she was just wanting some space.Mavis must’ve taken it as a threat or something.Now that she thought of it,none of this was really and truly her fault.All she did to Mavis was nudge her away so she didn’t have to get spat on.She only came on this day because Shinoto told her to.She helped Shinoto because she was ordered to and she’s supposed to listen to him since Akiko was only a recruit.She was only doing was she was told,but the whole fight was technically her fault.Akiko could’ve taken a step back and not have nudged but besides that she never really did anything wrong.

Shinoto looked at Akiko spinning in the chair,lost in thought.He reached over to his nightstand and opened it from the top to a secret department that no one in the whole Rebellion except for FireFlies knew about.He built his own nightstand when he arrived.There was only a few things inside the secret department.Prescribed Medication for his powers.They were prescribed to him by his old doctor years ago.There was a ring,a wedding ring.It was his grandmother’s.There was a pocket knife.It was one he made with Akiko in junior high when she was teaching him to make weapons.There was a photo of him,Akiko,FireFlies,his mom and dad.It was a picture taken when Hik,Akiko,And FireFlies graduated together from High School.There was a fork,spoon,and a butter knife.He got those for no reason.He only has them in case the world goes hell and he has to use them for food and such.They were also from his grandfather.They were antiques and very old and had a nice design,Shinoto found the set of silverware a nice sight.
He picked up the bottle of pills and popped 2 just like the bottle says.He puts them both in his mouth and swallows them.He didn’t care if Akiko knew about his secret compartment.He put the pill bottle in his compartment and closed the nightstand.He sighed and waited for the pills to kick in so he can stop feeling pain from his magic,he cannot think.He sighed
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby Not here » Thu Sep 26, 2019 12:44 am

Jessica Marie "MJ"|20 yo|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|War room|Harvey

    Nothing. There was nothing in her dreams. Just darkness. Emptiness. It was peaceful. Till she felt a presence around her and someone called out her name. Who calls me Jessica anymore? She sighed in her sleep and shrugged it off. Till her eyes opened in terror. Someone was near her. She wasn't safe. Her eyes changed over to the glow blue wolf eyes and narrowed onto Harvey in slits, much like a cats would. A threat. Papers quickly flew into the air as she backed quickly away from him in panic. "Stay away!" It was clear from her tone that she was terrified. She was soft, weak, scared. Three things that she would never describe herself as.

    Her body had moved into a corner with the shadows following her, making the dark mass visible in the now lit room.Her heart rate was high enough to hear it in her ears. The terror shocked face stared at him with piercing eyes. Her arms wrapped around her body as if to protective herself. "I dont want to go just yet. Im still sick." She bit her lip as tears stung her eyes. "Please dont make me go. Im not ready yet." the plea present in her voice. "theyll hurt me again. i didnt mean to hurt that boy. it was just a reaction. i promise. I didnt mean it. i wont do it again. please let me rest." The last thing her present mind could remember was the night before being poked with needles and her body reacted by cutting a workers throat with her claw like fingers.

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Postby ajax. » Thu Sep 26, 2019 2:47 am

    Nicholas Steele
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Rank - Mentor Feeling - oh god oh man what pain? ow! Tagged - Banks {mentions;} Powers - ice manip location- heading toward the base
    Nic groaned, his eyes fluttering shut, he was so tired. He just wanted to sleep now, but was unable to with the throbbing pain that danced across his torso. Even his legs hurt now, and the bleeding wouldn't stop, he guessed he hadn't frozen it enough or it had just thawed out. He gripped his shoulder before he heart movement to his right. his pale head drifting along the catacomb walls as his eyes watched Banks run toward him. He smiled, though it turned into a grimace of pain when the medic reached him. "Oh thank god you heard m--" He sputtered as he tried to sit up straighter, his eyes glassy. He reached up, fingers finding the hem of his hoodie, pulling it down to show the gunshot wound. "Just... there, snipergotme."

    He explained, his words meshing together toward the end as he shifted again, pain crossing his features.
    He knew who Banks was as a person, and understood he would try to heal him.
    "I just need binding to stop the bleeding for now." He told him with a small grimace. His fingers gripped the ground, the blood around him freezing to the concrete, he huffed trying not to hyperventilate.

    "More people know now, it's not like I need to hide it." He rambled, frowning when the words passed his lips, why did he say that? He didn't understand why he had said that. He hoped Banks just thought he was talking jibberish, he kind of was. He propped up his knee, trying to find a comfortable position, but every breath hurt.
    He glanced back at Banks, his breathing coming in quick pants, wondering what was going through his mind.

    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 watched the medic in front of him, his brows pinched together. She seemed to go almost into a daze, nearly second guessing herself. He persed his lips together as she tapped his chin, the cut closing in seconds before she moved onto his heart.

    "Take a moment to relax, you don't need to move so fast." He said quietly, wondering how much of a toll this would be mentally if she was so quiet. He swallowed, looking down as she put the stethoscope to his chest, he believed his heart was fine. But he didn't know if it was definite, since he could only hear his heartbeat when he ran or worked out, with it roaring in his ears. "Take a moment to breathe and get your body back up with your mind." He added slowly, trying to find another way to help the medic.

    Darian Platzer
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Rank - Task force Feeling - calm Tagged - Bennett{mentions; n/a} Powers - shadow walking, levitation location - cafeteria
    Darian watched Bennett, nodding in understanding as he explained hiw own situation. He tilted his head, "Yeah, I get that, when I was in conditioning everyone had friends when all I wanted to do was focus on my training." He told the weapons specialist, thinking it was alright to share something personal to help make Bennett more comfortable.

    He studied the other man's movements, curiosity pricking his gaze and without much though, his feet slowly lifted off the ground, when he realized this however, he quickly dropped back down. A smile crossed his features, standing a few feet from Bennett.
    "Okay, okay, okay, so what do you want me to do? I have to admit, I have never really done something like this with a comrade. He explained, offering a small shrug.

    Darby Maddox
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Rank - medic Feeling - curious but concerned Tagged - Daniel, Althaia, Joan{mentions; Banks} Powers - injury trans,. excellorated healing location- Mess hall
    Chester made it, that was good. Darby smiled softly, turning back to the people around him. He cast a sideways glance at Daniel before turning to the other medic beside him. "Yeah, some sort of taskforce thing I would assume, not one hundred percent sure though. Apparently Milo rushed out, but I wasn't here and I don't think any of us has heard from them." He continued with a shrug, crossing his arms over his chest before Althaia seemed to notice Chester's escape. He clenched his teeth, "He's going to help." The brunet whispered quietly, his eyes cast downward.

    He then turned to Joan as she approached and he offered a small nod.
    "Lockdown, somethings happening up top. I wouldn't suggest leaving if you're not a soldier. You're a collector right?" He couldn't remember, and he rolled his shoulders to try and relieve the stress building in them. He shifted his footing, suddenly feeling more stess than he wanted, being the one everyone was coming to. "I know the compound is safe, as long as no one gives us away, but I can trust that it shouldn't be too bad. He mumbled to no one, thinking it was best to self-assure, as well as assure anyone who was listening.
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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby onion » Thu Sep 26, 2019 9:05 am

aileen jung / 20 / loner (tf sided)
power: intrusion
location: farmers market
tags: kipp


aileens face twisted up in confusion. kids? no, this was just that girl again. why was he acting so strange? he struggled more against her, and caught aileen off guard. as he lunged to get away, she fell back, nearly hitting her head on the dumpster behind her. she put her hand to her head and shut her eyes, stars blinking behind the lids. "quick, think of something, you cant let him get away!" she thought to herself in a panic. "waaait," she whined softly as she rubbed her head. aileen took down her hood and looked in kipps direction. "i thought we were on a date!"

romi kim / 19 / rebel medic
power: healing touch
location: medical room
tags: xylas


romi huffed and looked up at xylas with big eyes. "im fine!" she announced, straightening her back. the symptoms were seemingly gone, just like that, and romi felt normal once more. "here, i can listen to you breathe without healing you, so its no big deal," she explained. "just breathe deep." romi set her stethoscope on xylas' back, waiting for him to inhale.

hani jung / 19 / rebel gathering officer
power: mind reading
location: hq kitchen
tags: levi


in just ten minutes the kitchen was nearly spotless. hani put a hand on his hip and grinned towards levi. "see, i told you we make a great team." he threw his towel over his shoulder and moved to the stove top where he lifted the lid of the stew pot. "smell that?" he asked. "thats moms secret recipe. just needs some herbs... where are those gatherers anyway?"
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Postby sataraxias » Thu Sep 26, 2019 9:39 am

    xxxxHARVEY BLAINE
    rank: rebel soldier mood: concerned location: training center - war room mentioned: - tags: jess powers: memory overload
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    Her cry of alarm caught him off guard. He stepped backwards, hands up in a show of submission in an attempt to show he wasn’t a threat, but she fled from him anyway, the room blaring abruptly into bright light so fast that black spots danced in his vision. He closed his eyes as he placed his hands over them and counted for a few seconds, then slowly slid them open as he turned to face her in the corner.

    Hey, hey, it’s okay…” his voice was low and soothing as he tried to think what to do. A stab of alarm, though he kept it out of his voice. “Who did you hurt, Jessica? Did you hurt someone in the rebellion, Jessica?

    Careful repetition of her name, attempting to bring her back. She didn’t recognise him. Her eyes were seeing him, but they weren’t seeing him. He’d seen it so many times before. Sometimes he’d caused it. Harvey swallowed the lump in his throat. His first thought was to attempt to get her to the med bay, but she was so scared, and so adamant on staying. He stepped closer to her, carefully attempting to keep his body language nonthreatening.

    Okay.” He rolled the syllables on his tongue slowly, as he stopped, leaving a reassuring amount of distance between them. “I won’t make you go. We’ll just let you go whenever you’re ready. Tell me when you're ready.

    Her blue eyes meeting his own. Somewhere in the back of his mind an instinctive timer started to tick. Five brief seconds reviving a familiar urge in his mind. A soft tugging urge to allow himself to reach forward with invisible tendrils and… pull.

    With the ease of a single thought, he could have her playing through her happiest memories. He could sway those glassy diamond eyes from terror into joy. He suppressed the urge. It wasn’t a solution, just a temporary alleviation that could potentially make it worse. Harvey crouched down where he was, in front of her but not close to her, a small gap between him and the threshold of shadows that surrounded her.

    You can rest soon, I promise,” he murmured softly. “But first, will you answer a few questions? Just a few simple questions, then you’ll be allowed to rest…

    He inhaled slowly. “Can you tell me where we are?

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Re: 2082 (accepting!)

Postby ethereal . » Thu Sep 26, 2019 11:38 am

    𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽𝒶𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒻𝓎𝓃𝑒___________________________________________________
    rebel medic life-force generation, alleviation twenty-one location; mess hall tagged; daniel, darby, joan
    Althaia wrinkled her nose in distaste at the mention of the taskforce. She'd never had a run in with the group herself, but she knew enough to make up her mind about them. The fact that Milo was out there didn't make her feel any better. If any of them came back with so much as a hair out of place there would be hell to pay. This was her family they were dealing with. "Hopefully it's nothing too bad." She mumbled more to herself than anyone else, crossing her arms over her chest.

    Her eyes slowly drifted to Joan once she heard her speak up, a polite smile spreading across her lips. She really needed to start remembering people's names. How do you live with someone and not remember their name?

    Bennett Hudson________________________________
    weapons specialist energy conversion/manipulation twenty-two location; gym tagged; darian
    Bennett subconsciously smiled at the ground, glad that Darian didn't freak out when the topic of conditioning was brought up. It seemed to be a topic that not a lot of people liked to talk about, and for good reason too. He glanced back and forth between Darian and the equipment. Converting energy wasn't difficult, it was the manipulation that always got to him. Maybe he should start out slow.

    "Take a seat my friend, we're just going to start off a little slow." He chuckled as he readjusted himself on the floor. "So I'm sure you probably understand what energy conversion is. The name kind of speaks for itself. Basically absorbing one kind of energy and converting it to another." He shrugged before gesturing towards Darian and then back towards the elliptical.

    "People already give off their own kind of energy; inhumans more so because of our abilities. So what I'm thinking is you can, ya know, do your thing and I can use your energy and turn it into electricity." Bennett could feel the nervousness start to spread throughout his body. He'd never done anything like this either. He would never forgive himself if he was the cause of something going wrong.

    𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎__________________________________________
    rebel collector clairvoyance, telempathy nineteen location; mess hall tagged; emrys
    Genesis shot him a soft glare at his own feeling of amusement bubbling up inside of her. "It's not funny." She grumbled softly as she sunk deeper into her chair. Sometimes she hated having his own emotions mixed in with her own. Though, when she thought about it, she'd rather have that than the heart wrenching emptiness that they both knew all too well.

    "Hmm, shouldn't you be used to this by now? Positivity is overrated. Why should I act like everything is great all the time? For everyone else's benefit? No." She took a deep breath and ran a hand down her face as she finished ranting. Whenever people brought up her attitude she always got frustrated, and he knew this. Shaking her head she let her eyes wander back towards the growing group in the center of the room. Why did everyone seem so tense and distracted?

    "So what do you think is going on up there?" She asked, feeling a bit more calm as she watched everyone. She felt the need to confront the others and ask what was going on, not wanting to be left in the dark. But she knew they probably didn't know much either, and Darby already looked uncomfortable with the crowd as it is.
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