２０８２ (accepting comms specialists)

[. king .]

༄ pαηd⊕rα mαηdrακε

[the task force headquarters] - [task force 117 enforcer] - [mediumship ; ectoplasmic manipulation] - [tagged elora, hannah]

Pandora groaned as her felt a hand on his forehead. Still sprawled out on the ground, the young man slowly opened his eyes and was met with the sight of two women over him. This combined with the fact that he wasn’t quite sure how he had actually made it back to this base sent him into a state of confusion and he attempted to lift himself upright. “Wait, what is going on and how did I get here? Where’s Davi-“he was cut off by a sharp pain in his shin. He dropped back down to the ground, a small scream escaping his lips despite the enforcers attempt to stifle it. He winced as his body landed with a thud, every injury he had sustained in the fight with that brute making itself apparent. Pandora winced and despite how he may have looked at a first glance, he felt beaten and battered. “I think my leg is broken” he growled, his eyes locked on the unresponsive limb.

[rainbowwrowell]

"Jess tried break it up first, just verbally, then Milo came over, shouting. And then they pulled me off Akiko. " She explained,"If Grams was still here, he'd be so disappointed. But I mean, hey at least Im talking to people again, considering I couldnt for a long time." She sighed, the teenager was so frustrated with everything. Why did Gram had to die? He left right as she was beginning to feel genuinely happy. Right when Mavis was developing more positive relationships with those in the rebellion, everything changed after he died because he was one of the few she genuinely liked. She sighed, she fidgeted with a lock of her hair. She looked at Jasper, "Everyone hates me here, for good reason too, Im so mean."

[ajax.]

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Rank - Mentor Feeling - flippin panic mode man!x2 Tagged - Breanne, Levi, Jasper, Althaia{mentions; Em, Daniel, Hani} Powers - ice manip location- base entrance

Nic stumbled slightly, grateful for the hands that helped to keep him on his feet. He couldn't stop his eyes from welling up, blurring his vision as he heard the voices around him.

No heat, good. That's good. He let a small smile crack his lips as he looked up again, back at the medics surrounding him. Change of clothes? If they were to go through his wardrobe they'd find multiple sweaters and jeans with frost damage, he didn't want that--but he didn't want to be stumbling around soaked in blood.

He stumbled again, grabbing hold of the nearest arm for support [Breanne], only to immediately let her go once more with a sharp intake of breath. Frost travelled up her sleeve, and his brows pinched up in panic, eyes darting away as he was handed off. He watched the medicinal officer walk off in search of supplies and a sound croaked from his mouth.

Milo was shot, they didn't look good when Nic ran, and they were still fighting. They didn't abandon the fight like he did. A lump grew in Nic's throat. travelling all across his body as he was lead in a direction that he didn't care where now.

"Milo got shot." The words left him before he could stop it and his body went rigid for a brief moment as he couldn't halt the words now that they gained momentum. "They were shot in the side. It didn't look good when I... when I ran." His eyes cast down in shame, he didn't want to meet anyone's eyes.

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Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - Do i really look that bad? Tagged - Tacet {mentions; n/a} Powers - fire manip, weapon summ. location - mess hall

Xylas let a rumbly laugh leave him as he listened to the loner's chuckle as it grew. It made him happy that he could make the loner laugh, genuinely. He liked making people smile and enjoyed the effect he had on others.

He cracked another smile before he heard the other man's comment and his grin widened. "Well, I'm widely known for my clumsiness, all the medics know me He motioned with his thumb in the direction he had come in.

"If I'm being honest I'm not proud of it, but I just felt like climbing up. I missed my post basically so Milo won't be happy I assume. So I went out to watch the area because why not? I just like doing dumb things. He explained, his grin fading while he spoke before it swelled again to emphasize how much he really didn't care about his own safety. A small chuckle left him once more to try and break the sudden silence he let pass over them. Xylas didn't like silence, he wanted to talk more.

"Milo doesn't know I like to climb roofs" He shrugged. The general just, hadn't been around for any of Xylas' clumsy acts, it was dumb luck really that he hadn't been approached about it by them.

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Rank - medic Feeling - curious but concerned Tagged - Breanne, Banks,{mentions; } Powers - injury trans,. excellorated healing location- Catacombs

Darby couldn't help but feel his breath swell faster than he wanted in his throat. It wasn't good, no combat was good, but hearing how Chester was having such a hard time comprehending the situation itself made his panic spike. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart, all he wanted to do was make sure everyone was safe, or at least help make everyone safe.

He straightened and steadied himself. "Okay, let's agree to not waste our powers, and only heal the worst of the wounds, we don't need dying medics too." He explained. He would surely take a bullet for anyone up there, and he hurriedly started toward the elevator, keeping the door open for the other medic. He was still having a hard time keeping himself calm, but he needed to for Banks, who was having a more difficult time.

"I'll take the worst wound onto myself, I can't feel them and I have fast healing. And to make sure I don't die you can stop the bleeding so I don't collapse on the way back. We need to stay calm for the people up there, but we need to be fast. If there's a sniper we need to get them taken out, if they're not gone already." His past of being an enforcer was coming out now, and he frowned, but it was helping to assess the situation as a soldier, and his current post helped to view it as a medic.

A sniper though, those weren't good, and they could take out the whole group out without a second glance. A series of shots and they'd be down. Darby let a shaky breath leave him. "Just don't put yourself at risk to help others. We can't have more casualties than we can help."

[onion]

✿ hani jung / 19 / rebel gathering officer
power: mind reading
location: mess hall
tags: levi (nic breanne)

levi looked up in confusion to levi as he rushed off. "wh-" was all he could get out before the boy left. he was left speechless next to nic and breanne, nic heavily wounded. "i..." he wasnt sure what to do, but one look at the blood dripping from nic was enough to make hani gag a little. he looked away again off to the side. hani didnt know nic or breanne well at all, just the gatherers and levi really, so it was awkward for him.

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

romi sighed and leaned back against the wall again, looking down at her white tennis shoes. she tapped one a little but the tapping stopped immediately when the door flung open. "levi?" she asked, seeing him rush in and start gathering supplies. she listened to what he said, though it was a bit slurred as he moved around, and nodded. "umm... whats happening?" romi bounced off the wall and grabbed her own little bag, zipping it open to find gauze, a small bottle of antiseptic, and more bandaging as well as burn cream. "is everything okay? do you need me out there?"

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saša milovanović (milo) | the general | visual revocation | surface | tagged: bee, ansel | mentioned: n/a

"yeah, no no no.. youre not going anywhere 'til we can get you in a better state than this. you're more dense than i took you for if you think you'd even make past the stalls like this..." ansel shut them down, and before they could manage a retort bee was starting to cry, coming to her knees beside them.

the sound of them talking, their worried back and forth... it was muffled, like it was under water. she was saying something between sobs. i don't know... the general's eye closed, and they found themselves feeling waves of numbness lapping at their limbs, at their chest. not good... their breaths had started to become soft wheezes as they tried to slow the heaving of their chest. get a grip. settle down. don't make things even worse than they already are. their tattered fingertips found the fabric of the collector's sleeve, and they managed to open their eye again, smiling. what a sight it must have been, with red running down their chin.

"easy, collector cogdill," they hummed coolly. "if you can't do it, then you can't. it cannot be helped." there was a sting in their tone, and they hoped she would remember it. despite their even voice, their labored breathing and their words of disappointment would serve as punishment in their own right. a reminder of a time when they'd needed her, and she'd been too far away to answer. "it cannot be helped."

there was a call in the distance, and the ivory haired rebel coughed again, unable to control the flow of crimson that was interrupting their ability to breathe. they felt sick, nausea tightening their throat. "ansel." they huffed firmly. "my friend, look at me. we need to move. we're sitting ducks out in the open, and if we don't get some kind of cover i'm dead either way. do you understand?" their bloodied fingers left stains on bee's arm as they slipped away, finding the soldier's instead and squeezing reassuringly. despite the pain of their wounds, and the exhaustion settling over them, a spark of mischief danced in their glassy gaze, like wisps in the fog.

"unless that's too difficult a task for you?"

[Expired_Karma]

Akiko,Shinoto. Tags:Riley

Akiko and Shinoto sit in silence.They both don’t know what to talk about”So..um..how’s training?Who was your mentor again?”Shinoto said attempting to break the tension in the air.Akiko caught on and looked at Riley.She had calmed down and had a neutral expression


FireFlies. Location:Catacombs

She stopped skating and was searching the area.There must’ve been a fight in here,she thought.She took out her phone and took pictures.She sent them to Jasper since she didn’t know who else to send it to because everyone else was busy and such.’I’m gonna check out further and search the surface a little’she typed and sent it to Jasper.She started looking around again.There were many scraps,blood stains,and cracks in the cement.She started skating once more.She’s now heading to the surface outlet

[doc .]

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"KIPP" - ♂ - Rebel Soldier - Form
Tags: Sparrow / Brooke

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He stared at her for a very long period of time. He was expecting some sort of answer from her but got nothing more than a mumble or two. Apparently she had some other things on her mind. The android slowly tilted his head and found himself walking through spiderwebs while walking through the entrance. He sputtered softly and rubbed his face, wiping his hand on his pants. Turning back toward Sparrow, who had failed to follow, he looked slightly concerned.
"Monsters? Honey the monsters don't stay in the catacombs. We let them sleep under our beds." he explained while walking back to try and offer a hand to her. If she wanted to hold it he'd help her through the dark and the damp. His eyes acted like lights. They were glowing in the dark as he blinked a few times and lit up the darker parts of the tunnel.
"Trust me this one time, cupcake. The real monsters are out there.. shooting up markets and terrorizing people like us."
He offered a smile to Sparrow as he tried to gently grab her arm and tug her slowly into the tunnel. He didn't worry too much about Brooke, he assumed she knew where she was going as he did.
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Tacet - ♂ - Loner - Form
Tags: Xylas

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If Xylas were watching, he would have been using his eyes. And if he were using his eyes he would have had to blink at some point during his conversation with the shadow man. Once he blinked, Tacet's form faded and melted away to an inky black substance which consisted of some sort of smoke or fog. It pooled to the ground and came up behind him where it morphed into the shape of Tacet. Where he sat there with his hands gripping the boy's shoulders and gently rubbing with his thumbs
"At least you're widely known among some form of persons. But if you think about it... having a strong relationship among those guys are a good thing. Because if it were to happen again you'd be able to have friends to help you out." He said while leaning in to his ear and smiling. He clapped a hand on his back before coming around the chair and standing beside the chair he was sitting in earlier.
"What other dumb things do you like doing?" he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest
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[ethereal .]

𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽𝒶𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒻𝓎𝓃𝑒_______________________________________________________
rebel medic ♦ life-force generation, alleviation ♦ twenty-one ♦ location; mess hall - med. room ♦ tagged; breanne, nic

Althaia nodded firmly when given her directions from Breanne. She wasted no time in running back to the bunks to find more clothes. Once she had reached the bed she assumed to be Nic's she began digging through the clothes, hoping to find something that would be comfortable enough. It didn't take long for her to notice that most of the clothing she was looking for was damaged. But...how? Why?

She huffed in frustration and rushed over to to another bunk. Emrys. They were about the same size, right? Oh well. It didn't matter at this point. She snatched up the first sweater and pair of sweat pants she spotted and ran back out.

As soon as she got back she held the clothes up before setting them down next to Nic, trying to catch her breath. "They're Emrys's clothes, but I figured something is better than nothing." She sighed before furrowing her brows at the boy in front of her. Was he going to cry? It wasn't until he brought up Milo being shot and him running that her heart and stomach sank at the same time. Milo was hurt. Nic was afraid.

"Hey." She mumbled softly, swallowing the lump that had been forming in her throat. "Everything is going to be okay. If you hadn't shown up when you did you could have been too far gone. Not to mention it could have been a lot longer before any of us found out. You helped yourself and the others in more ways than you think." She smiled softly before resting a hand on Nic's shoulder.

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weapons specialist ♦ energy conversion/manipulation ♦ twenty-two ♦ location; gym ♦ tagged; darian

Bennett snickered softly at the man's comparison, before watching carefully once he started to rise up from the ground. He had to admit, it was pretty cool. "Exactly like a physics class." He stated softly before letting his eyes flutter shut.

It was like something had awakened inside of him. Like his body had just kick started. It always felt weird at first. His heart rate would increase as would his breathing. The feeling of Darian's energy flowing through him and right back out was a little unnerving if he really thought about it, but he always made sure not to.

Minutes of constant energy flow had gone by before Bennett was starting to feel a little groggy. Enough that his concentration could be broken by a commotion coming from inside the base. His eyes snapped open and he cringed from the bright lights and the dull ache pounding at the back of his head. "Wait a second, what's going on?" He asked as he ran his hands down his face.

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rebel collector ♦ clairvoyance, telempathy ♦ nineteen ♦ location; mess hall ♦ tagged; emrys

Gen clenched and unclenched her jaw multiple times before shaking her head. How badly she wanted to run after the two who managed to weasel their way out once again. How badly she wanted to help the medics, but her fear was getting in the way. "I don't know what we're supposed to do." She answered honestly, watching people run back and forth everywhere.

"I don't want to just sit here." She grumbled as she wrapped her arms around herself for comfort. She knew that neither of them would have liked to be just sitting around in that moment, but she had a feeling that the worst had yet to come.

[sataraxias]

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⇉ rank: recruiting officer mood: irritated location: building rooftop mentioned: nic, milo, ansel tags: wren H - > micheal and tish power: teleportation
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“Ah, well... laughter is the best medicine, and nothing’s funnier than seeing a taskforce fall on their ass.” She shrugged and grinned, but her heart beat faster. What was Nic doing? He’d been acting strangely since the beginning when he and Ansel had first come to her aid. She recalled glancing over at him wondering what the hell he had been doing.

A darker thought rose - byproduct of a child who still tried to distance herself from the world, who still expected the worst in people. Was he deliberately compromising them? She took a deep breath to calm her spiked heartbeats. No, doubts were just that, doubts.

Nic was one of her people. Not just a member of the rebellion, but one of her mentors. The kindness and patience he demonstrated with recruits wasn’t always something she could imitate. Whatever his reasoning for using his powers, she had to trust him.

H and her played a dangerous game, and how she hated losing.

“I trust them,” she said confidently. “That they haven’t moved says more about the weakness of your people then mine, doesn’t it? If they can hold their ground while Milo is compromised-”

Her phone buzzed urgently against her leg. Her hand dove into her pocket to extract it immediately, though she hovered her gaze on the other woman. Should she look? Allow herself the brief moment of distraction from her enemy? H had done it, earlier.

A quick glance at the screen. She pulled a face as her eyes found the contact name. Not the one she’d been expecting or hoping for, but the message of what he wanted was clear enough. She concentrated, attempting to commit at least some of the details of the photo to memory.

She couldn’t jump that far yet... There was still a rifle to deal with. She slipped the phone back into her pocket. “Students like you are exactly the reason that I love my job.” Two blinks. One to fetch the rifle, one to return to her position staring down the woman. “But unfortunately, I’m going to have to call a rain check on the lesson. Another day, perhaps?”

She didn’t wait for an answer as she took a deep breath in. Oh, she already knew this wasn’t going to be fun. The world flashed black for an instance as she jumped, the air in her lungs constricting. The rifle dropped from her grip as she landed, stumbling to rest one hand against the wall as she muttered several breathless curse words.

“Congratulations Michael,” Edie turned, angry gaze searching for only a few seconds before landing on the officer, her voice steadily rising in volume. “You’ve got approximately five seconds to convince me not to kill you, otherwise believe me when I say I will tear you apart limb from limb. Swear I’ll enjoy it, too.”

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♙ rank: rebel soldier mood: comforting. location: rebel base entrance mentioned: fireflies tags: mavis powers: time perception, plant manipulation
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“Hey, now. It’s not always so easy being kind,” The words were gentle, but a quiet sadness he couldn’t shake from their syllables lingered as Jasper’s brow furrowed, that small smile that he’d been attempting to contain long since faded. His gaze drifted away from Mavis, scanning the surroundings as he considered his words. “You care deeply – and you shouldn’t ever apologise for it, but you’ve got to remember that stubbornly fighting for the sole sake of proving that you can won’t work long-term to your advantage. Sometimes you’ve got to back down and let go.”

The phone he’d forgotten he’d had on him hummed multiple times in his pocket. He pulled it out, reading the messages from the lock screen. He sighed quietly. He’d told Fireflies not to go too close to the surface, but there she was, heading straight up. He wasn’t in charge of her, though. The pictures she sent… mildly disturbing, but he figured it was simply the remnants of Nic’s injury. If the fighting had reached the catacombs, she would have encountered it, wouldn’t she? He did appreciate that she'd checked in with him, though. A simple text back: Be careful.

He turned off the phone screen and left it back in his pocket as he turned his attention back towards Mavis, managing a small smile again towards the younger girl. “I'm not saying you should back down from every fight, though. That's not possible, but there's gotta be some sort of balance. You'll find your way. You’ve just got to grow into your skin, yeah? I can’t say I knew him very well, but for what it’s worth… Graham would definitely be proud of you.”

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♙ rank: rebel soldier mood: thoughtful location: war room mentioned: - tags: jess powers: memory overload
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Her plan was concerning- her follow-up even more so. The sudden take-off and the abrupt shift back into a woman should have keyed him in, but still he got caught off guard as she shoved him to the side. She had a habit of surprising him.

Maybe it was that he just kept allowing himself to get too comfortable. It was hard to strike a balance between being too trusting and not being overly suspicious. Perhaps his mistake was he kept regarding her as his adviser when she didn’t even remember having the rank. So much for walking along that tightrope- he’d slipped off the line and let her escape.

But then, he had known that he couldn't stall her forever.

“MJ!” he cried out, lurching to his feet to follow after her. “There are-”
He slipped out the gap, and there she was, standing frozen. At least she hadn’t gone far. His voice faded lower as the rest of his sentence slipped out. “…still variables you haven’t considered.”

“MJ, you need to breathe.” his hand found hers as he tugged her back inside the room, shutting the door again behind him. He held her hand loosely, a single finger rubbing gentle circles on the back of her hand. “I’m right here, hey, look at me… I promise you that you’re safe. Breathe in for four, c’mon… One… two… three… four…”

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✧ rank: taskforce 117 squad member mood: concern location: headquarters entrance mentioned: jaxon, wren, TARS tags: pandora, hannah powers: truth inducement, butterfly manipulation
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Despite the brief spat the two enforcers had shared earlier, Elora found herself reassured by Hannah’s presence by her side. The other woman was calm in a crisis. Her? Not so much. Working under pressure had never been a strong suit of hers. She’d never expected to find herself a squad member for the taskforce; hadn’t anticipated the stress when she’d taken the position. She almost missed the calm white rooms and lists of questions… but now wasn’t the time to reminisce. Her panic levels were rising. “Hey- hey, don’t move.”

She winced at the scream as he fell back. Elora bit down on her lip, looking towards Pandora’s leg as he cried out. Was it broken? It didn’t look broken, but then, she was no expert. She tried to recall her first aid training and drew a blank.

“Where’s Jaxon?” she asked Hannah hopefully, recalling she hadn’t seen the man around. If they could fetch him, he could use his ability to heal the wound… Come to think of it, the taskforce headquarters had been rather empty by the time she’d woken up.

Anxious thoughts turned to Wren. David and Pandora had just turned up injured. Where was the sniper? Had she been with them? Elora took in a calming breath. She had to keep her composure.Pandora needed help. Her gaze flit between Hannah and Pandora, hopeful that the other woman would step up to take charge of the situation.

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He tugged at her arm, but her feet dragged as she tried to hold her ground. She breathed in. “KIPP, I don’t think I can,” she said weakly as she took a step back, pulling away. Even with the lights flickering faintly above and the beams in his eyes chasing away shadows, the thought of braving those passages filled her with so much dread. She hated to disappoint him, especially after he’d just been praising her. Hated to disappoint Brooke, too. She knew how pathetic she looked. How could she expect to be a good rebel if she couldn’t face the dark?

He’d said they kept the monsters under the bed, and she at least knew that was a joke… But words spoken so long ago still haunted her thoughts even as she tried to shove them away. Whether those words had been meant in good humour or not, they had stuck with her. She bit down on her lip.

“I… There’s…” her voice came out choked. She gulped in air and tried to calm the racing heart that flapped in her ears. She had words she needed to say – words she couldn’t yet muster. Her mouth hung open as she stared at him, trying to pull her composure back.

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✮ rank: rebel collector mood: anxious, impatient location: mess hall mentioned: nic tags: gen powers: telempathy, clairaudience
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He nodded stiffly as a response to her words. Em loathed the inactivity too, but to get in the way of those who needed to do their jobs would be of no benefit to anybody. His eyes watched the retreating figures as Nic was led out of the Mess Hall. He could've focused his energy to listen to their words, but he hesitated to listen in. Why?

He breathed in and out.

“Well, I think we can both agree that this sucks, but on the bright side…” Em exclaimed after a few moments of silence, genuinely surprised by how cheerful his voice managed to sound when he was feeling anything but. He tried for a grin. “From a glance, I don’t think they’re panicked enough to indicate he’s dying. Unless they’re staying calm for him. Woah. That would suck. That isn’t a bright side. Fingers crossed he doesn’t die.”

It’d been his idea to stay put. Sometimes his ideas sucked.

[bailey.t136]

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❛ tisha trailbrooke ❜
joy, happiness
❛ female. ❛ 20 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ crush --.
❛ sleepgood hotel.
❛ loner - recruit.
❛ cardiokinesis.
❛ tags - michael. edie.
❛ mentions - michael. edie.

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the woman's eyes followed michael's movement's closely, but shifted to his own unsure gaze as he stuttered through his question. he was trying so hard to understand her. he wanted her to speak, to answer for him, but the curiosity welling up between them wasn't enough to break her silence. she turned away, as he pushed. then finally, some resolution found its place.

his choice of words stirred up unwelcomed memories. inhuman... dark dungeons, flickering fluorescents. cold cells, tenuous tests. what had made her less than the rest of the world? what had made her inferior... worthy of days and nights without sleep? she lifted a hand, steadying it against her temple as it quivered. how she had yearned for family in those endless hours. honestly, it could have even been family in any form. a kind woman to offer a pretzel, a clerk at a map stand.... a solid samaritan to deliver her from the clutches of the real world...

miracle child with your stoppable heart but unstoppable will to live, maybe this is your chance to break free... to find what you need. inner and outer scars given a chance to heal?

jaded, crystalline eyes drifted from her chipped countertop back to him, "i'm just a human... like you. we each have our own gifts, michael... it's just how we choose to live with them that makes us any less human or not..."

a moment settled once again between them. silence. but this time, it was her turn to read him...

or it would have been.

a metallic monster clattered to the floor, a warm body hitting the wall of the tiny hotel room. screaming and unforeseen threats. and all at once, she was in her cell again. they were coming for her- he was no friend. no family. he was an enforcer and nothing more. steadied fingers gripped at an old filet knife from the block. the slender figure ducked to her left, moving in one clean sweep onto her bed. she was above him now, she had the advantage. her arm hooked around the massive man's neck, blade coming pensively upon his throat, "come one inch closer, and your man is dead." a threat not to be tested by some random inhuman... go ahead... doubt her steady words.

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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 - milo. bee.
❛ mentions - milo. bee. nic. edie.

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the massive soldier's nose wrinkled, his lips twitching in frustration as the general doubted him- were they seriously questioning his dedication in front of an already hysterical rebel? maybe they were just teaching bee a lesson... but after everything? the nights of training, the missions he'd been sent on with edie, the hours spent talking over past loves and past lives.... his blazing gaze settled, but rivaled that of his superior, "no ones dying today, old friend." there was so much pain in their eyes, and he was getting tired of waiting. tired of doing nothing but hoping. he'd had his years in that business, and no matter how hard the driving was, the return always fell short.

his focus lifted to search the market place and how his heart sunk. they were utterly alone and running out of options. nic's gun lay in a puddle of ice chips and blood, edie was nowhere to be seen. how he prayed those two genuine souls were safe. how he prayed they were alive. every ounce of him felt responsible for this. edie had called for help - now she was gone. he swallowed the sickness rising in his throat. nic hadn't been ready for this type of fight - his battle was below them, and yet here he'd been, standing with the best of them. nausea rolled now in the big man's stomach. and where had he been when milo had gotten shot? on the ground. he had been on... the ground... they were no type of secret service - to a point, every man or woman was responsible for having their own six, but the general was laying in his arms, dying because he couldn't keep his mind straight and focused. now, there wasn't a single other soul willing to risk life and limb to save them.

milo brushed his scraped up arm and a low growl rumbled in his throat, "yeah, yeah..." no amount of gentleness would do them any good now. he could see the ghostly haze dancing in and out of their consciousness, taunting him and his control over the situation. he carefully tugged his wallet from his back pocket. the leather would serve as enough of a guard against the general's pain, "bite down on this if you've gotta, and hang tight."

the tone of his tender voice ran cold, shifting to bee, "grab their stuff and cover me. we're going home."

and he lifted that weak, broken comrade of many, that master of none, and staggered down the hazy market street toward somewhere better. somewhere worth living.

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❛ chester banks ❜
he who lives by streams of water
❛ cismale. ❛ 20/76 yrs old.
❛ hetero? ❛ crush/so.
❛ elevator -> city streets.
❛ rebel medic.
❛ biokinesis.
❛ tags - darb. KIPP. brooke.
❛ mentions -
nic. darb. KIPP. brooke. sparrow.
jess.

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"...not waste powers... heal only the worst... don't need dying medics too..." banks heard the words between his strides and he nodded over his shoulder at the big man. he didn't fight darby's reasoning. he couldn't at this point. he was thinking this through- and that was something he, himself was having a really hard time doing at the moment. they all had to make it back alive. he slid into the elevator. that was why they were even risking the upper grounds instead of waiting for the injured to come to them.

"-i got you. we're all making it back. between the two of us- and whoever else is still up there, let's pray there won't be the need for anyone to pull a Joan of Arc." please God... he had to admit, dying fighting for a noble cause was something each and every single one of them would do. every single one. martyrs to their cores. that inside each of them was a fascination with failure, but moreover a hunger for heroism that just couldn't come too easily.

"right- sniper, yeah. we'll just have to hold each other's backs." as the elevator carried the two up, banks tried to catch his breath and he dug through his medic bag. fingers danced with gauze, with bandages, with antiseptic bottles, with pain pills. finally, they brushed the cool titanium of a clean, compact blade. "hold onto this- i've got another here..." a free finger hooked his stained shirt's edge and a second weapon peeked out from his pants line.

there was a familiar, yet dreaded ding, and the two men were out of the elevator in an instant. they set a steady pace, jogging toward the entrance. a couple of lights beamed up in front of them and banks recognized the reassuring voice of their resident tin-man. he was comforting some stranger, and brooke was with them.

the medic began to slow, eyes searching for any type of wounds on his comrades, but they seemed relatively unaltered, "KIPP, brooke, we're under a lockdown!" there was urgency in his tone, though he was relieved they were uninjured, "there was an attack in the upper streets and jess issued a mandatory gathering. get back inside- make sure to take any more of us back with you if you see them."

with that, he glanced back at darby to make sure they were still ready and then plunged through the threshold of the catacomb entrance.

jumping through the boundary was like getting a solid fist to the face on its own. the light was blinding and sent one of banks' hands reaching for the bridge of his nose. everything was an overload of his senses. it had been weeks since he'd been up top, and to be honest, he'd missed it. but what he hadn't missed was the violence- the bloodshed that so often painted their streets. it wasn't worth the glow of the sun, if the only thing reflecting off of it was crimson.

where had nic said? ...had he said?

he couldn't remember. but no sooner had he felt that sinking in his gut, than something had caught his eye on the heated pavement below. a scuff mark from a shoe. up ahead, there were more. staggering and dragging like his friend had been below. the ground was wet as well, likely from nic's melted frenzy.

"-this way."