- ✦ Ｘｙｌａｓ Ｈｏｗｅｌｌ
Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - content Tagged - Tacet {mentions; n/a} Powers - fire manip, weapon summ. location - Mess hall
- Xylas chuckled softly as he looked back at Tacet, he remained there for only a few moments before the soldier blinked and the loner had vanished. Seconds later two hands grasped Xylas' shoulders and he tensed before he heard the loner's voice and smiled.
He breathed, nearly melting into Tacet's thumbs. His muscles were knotted from training and years of being tensed up. "This is nice." He mumbled quietly before he realized that Tacet had asked him a question, following it with a clap on the shoulder. Xylas straightened, almost ready to ask what he had meant before he remembered his previous comment.
"Well, I guess that could be seen as positive, I think they all just think I'm an idiot." He shifted again before realizing that he wasn't answering a question, rather verifying a statement. He chuckled at his own ignorance before the loner spoke again and he perked up.
"Well, I tend to climb anything that seems climbable, I like being high up, I don't think Milo or Ansel will ever let me drive after the one incident." He stared off quietly before he chuckled, bringing his attention back to Tacet.
- ☁Ｄａｒｉａｎ Ｐｌａｔｚｅｒ
Rank - Task force Feeling - calm Tagged - Bennett{mentions; n/a} Powers - shadow walking, levitation location - the gym
Bennett had started to seem different when Darian started to levitate, seemingly his energy immediately channelled toward the weapons specialist. He started to turn in the air, his hands resting on his knees for a moment before Darian moved to get up quickly.
The change of movement caught Darian off guard and his dropped to the floor, he grimaced, rubbing the leg he landed on before getting to his feet. He ran his fingers through his growing hair, knowing he needed to get another haircut soon. His dark eyes looked over at Bennett, confusion lacing over his features.
"Wait is there something going on?" He came up beside Bennett in a flash, his eyebrows pinching together as he ran his hand over his face, feeling a slight strain in his muscles from concentrating so hard on levitating. He shifted, his lips pursing together in confusion. He wanted to go out there, curiosity mingling with his confusion, he looked back at Bennett, awaiting his decision,
- ➳Ｄａｒｂｙ Ｍａｄｄｏｘ
Rank - medic Feeling - Panic tm Tagged - Banks{mentions; Sparrow, KIPP, Brooke} Powers - injury trans,. accelerated healing location- The surface
- Darby watched Banks quietly, trying to read the other medic's expression with little avail. He bit the inside of his cheek, his green eyes looking away as the elevator took the pair up to the surface. As the door opened the two of them were confronted with another group. He recognized KIPP and Brook, but his eyes landed on a stranger for a few moments and then he was slipping aside.
He didn't want to deal with more people than he wanted to. He needed to go find the rest of the rebels. He caught sight of the frozen ground, slowly thawing. Banks took a few moments to speak with the other rebels while Darby jogged forward, placing his feet as carefully as he could while at a faster speed.
Banks was at his side soon again. The medic could only assume they were up by the market, Nic always enjoyed running up there with Ansel. It was the first place to look going in this direction, the higher chance of success. He slowed slightly, but kept his speed as brisk as he could. He rolled up his hoodie sleeves when he realized they fell down to his wrists. He didn't need them getting in the way.
"Lets agree, I'll transfer any fatal wound to me to stop any bleeding from who's injured. I have more blood to spare, then you can heal the wound on me as much as you can to make it non-fatal. I have accelerated healing and won't reach shock level." He sounded like a drill sergeant, his words cutting from his mouth sharply before he could even realize. He pursed his lips, looking back at Banks to ensure he heard his words. "We need to look at this with rational minds, no matter who's on the ground." He squared his shoulders, trying to calm his racing heart.
But when they rounded a corner, Darby's blood ran cold at the three coming in their direction. Darby lost his breath, his mind becoming a frantic, fluttering bird that was trapped. The brunet charged forward, not bothering to wait for Banks this time.
He needed to help Milo, who lay crumpled in Ansel's arms. He spurred his legs forward again, urging himself to go faster, hoping to reach the trio over two blocks away.
