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ᴥ age;; 18
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Alo woke to a splitting pain spiderwebbing down her spine. Her eyes flew open and she jerked to the side, gasping and hitting her head on something smooth. Immediately the pain subsided. She felt the small of her back in a daze, wondering if she had imagined it. There was nothing there, no soft spots or sensitive nerves. She blinked now, finally taking in her surroundings. After a beat of initial shock, she searched her mind for anything familiar but came up empty. She couldn't remember what she did last night. In fact, she couldn't remember what she had done last week. Panic started vibrating in her chest and she found herself short of breath. Frantically her eyes searched the room, looking for something to familiarize her with her setting. Her eyes landed on an envelope sitting on the desk beside her bed. She grabbed it and opened it as cleanly as she could with shaking hands, telling herself to breathe.

Dear Aloysia,
First of all we must thank you for your contribution to our experiment. The procedure was successful, and you now have the ability to push illusions. You may not understand your enhancement yet, nor know how to use it. Unfortunately we don't have the time to educate you further - there's a war to fight, after all. There are seven others who, like you, have had unique powers given to them. Together, you stand a chance of ending the Tyrant's cruelty and bringing peace to the world. We apologise for throwing such responsibility upon you, but you are our last hope.
The door of your room is unlocked, and you are free to leave our labs. The others will be waiting for you outside.
Good luck.

Her eyes scanned over the lines a few more times, assuring herself. The memories came back all at once, though to her relief or horror she didn't know. Her pulse slowed and her breathing became deeper the longer she stared. When she felt good enough to move, she flung her legs over the side of the bed, swinging her feet placidly. The last line of the note reverberated in her head: The other will be waiting for you outside. Company had a way of comforting her, but at the same time, a wave of shame washed over her. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of meeting these other freaks worried her. They all had reasons for being here. However grotesque or mild their stories were, she couldn't shake the overwhelming feelings of inferiority creeping into her conscious. Her cheeks warmed as she pushed herself up, looking for a mirror to assure herself that her face was still intact. She found nothing in her minimally decorated room, so she ventured into the hall.

Through a window she could she two figures sitting on the frosty grass; one male and one female. She watched curiously for a good few moments, her heart rate picking up unexpectedly. The scene looked so serene -- eerily serene, like they all hadn't just woken up as freak experiments. It both calmed her and unnerved her. She rested her head against a door frame, watching them. Shifting her eyes to the right, she saw another figure. She stood on the outskirts, swaying ever so slightly. It was such a beautiful, unusual scene that Alo felt a pang in her chest. She wanted to be out there with them, but something kept her rooted to her spot. She suddenly became aware of a lump in her throat. It wasn't nerves keeping her, and it wasn't revulsion. It was fear, straight out of the bottle. She had become something dangerous willingly, and so had they. What did that say about them as a group? Simple: they were all crazy.

[daices.]

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Trinity Archimedes

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| Enhanced Marksmanship |
| At: Outside somewhere |
| Tagged: Everyone, Aloysia |
| Feeling: Sick |

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The first thing that Trinity does when she wakes up is clench her eyes shut again and try not to scream. Her eyes felt like they were burning into her head, like they were on fire and much too sensitive, despite being entirely swathed in bandages. Her head was swimming and her mouth felt chalky. After about ten minutes of struggling to get her deliriously foggy mind under control, she deemed her body quite capable and decided to open her eyes again; pulling the bandages off, she opened her eyes to a mere squint, staring at the room around her. Everything was much too harsh and much too clear; it was giving her vertigo, just looking around. And there was... There seemed to be something wrong with her head; strange thoughts, weird numbers and the strangest urges. She hadn't ever made a bed since she was young; how could she envision exactly how to fold the mussed up blankets on what she now knew was a sterile hospital bed? There was just so much going on, too much. She honestly felt better with the bandages on, as a spike of pain shot through her head. Half walking, half stumbling across the room, she laid a heavy hand on the nearest table with an audible smack and a crunch, paper rustling under her constricting palm. Squinting, Trinity barely skimmed the note, her eyes already watering from the minor exertion as she concentrated.

Dear Trinity,
First of all we must thank you for your contribution to our experiment. The procedure was successful, and you now have the ability of enhanced marksmanship. You may not understand your enhancement yet, nor know how to use it. Unfortunately we don't have the time to educate you further - there's a war to fight, after all. There are seven others who, like you, have had unique powers given to them. Together, you stand a chance of ending the Tyrant's cruelty and bringing peace to the world. We apologise for throwing such responsibility upon you, but you are our last hope.
The door of your room is unlocked, and you are free to leave our labs. The others will be waiting for you outside.
Good luck.

Trinity was more confused than shocked. She supposed she should be grateful to these scientists, who did basically remake her body; she was surprised she still had all her limbs. She had no idea what "enhanced marksmanship" even meant, although it was probably related to the pain coursing through her head and eyes right now. What if it meant physical changes? Scouting out the nearest mirror, Trinity examined herself then let out a small sigh. Nothing those scientists had done had really disfigured her, although she had thin lines, about an inch in length, scoring the top of both her eyelids, still slightly pink and irritated. A wave of sudden frustration and general confusion swept through her as she crumpled up the paper and angrily threw it in the wastebasket, marching to the door and pushing it open. "Freaking scientists and their bullocks; I just want some answers." She muttered, walking into the hall. She hadn't noticed her crumpled paper ball making a clean shot nearly all the way across the room, although she did feel the after effect as another sharp spike of pain slammed into her head.

When she finally made it to the exit -after much stumbling around and bumping into walls and doorways- Trinity could only mutter a few more "choice" words under her breath when she was assaulted with unforgiving rays of sunlight through an open doorway. One hand practically covering her eyes, she stumbled her way forwards again... And was met with soft resistance. Stumbling back a few steps, Trinity lifted her hand slightly, eyes widening(painfully) when she saw what she had originally mistaken for a door was actually a person, leaning in the doorway. Blinking watery tears out of her eyes, she gazed at the girl with a vaguely shocked and apologetic expression masked by pain. "I'm so sorry, I didn't really mean to bump into you, I just thought you were the door and-" She stuttered, bowing slightly as an apology. She realized she wasn't really painting this mysterious figure in a good light, calling her a door and all. "Ah, anyways; do you know what's happening? I can't see very well and I threw away my note. Are there more people?" Trinity refrained from peering around Aloysia, knowing full well that she was probably going to scald herself in the sunlight some way or another.

[Shadō]

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» Shapeshifter » Crush;; Open » Location;; Outside » Tags;; Open »

Pain. Well, more like soreness. Extreme soreness, as though he had worked out for 16 hours straight the previous day nonstop without warming up before. Except, this time, it wasn't just his muscles. Everything in his body ached. His bones, every single muscle he had, his organs. He hurt in places he didn't know he could hurt. That's what it felt like when Alex opened his eyes in that room. In that remarkably dull room. He groaned, feeling like he could barely move. Well, actually, not just feeling like it. He could quite literally barely move. Not only was he painfully sore, but he was also quite stiff. It took Alex about ten minutes just to sit up, feeling like every muscle in his body was made of cement. He groaned and eventually managed to sit up on the table and look around. Yes, the room was just as dull as it had appeared when he was looking at the ceiling. The whole place had not a single thing in it, aside from the table he was on, it seemed. Well, that, and there was a note taped on the wall as well. Oh boy. He started to wonder how long it would take him to get to that little piece of paper about four feet away.

Fifteen minutes. That's about how long it took him to travel four feet. About seven minutes is how long it took for him to be able to move enough to put his feet down, and then it took him about two minutes to walk a foot. However, as long as it took him, Alex eventually made it there. He stood there, leaning on the wall, reading the note.

Dear Alexander
First of all we must thank you for your contribution to our experiment. The procedure was successful, and you now have the ability to shapeshift. You may not understand your enhancement yet, nor know how to use it. Unfortunately we don't have the time to educate you further - there's a war to fight, after all. There are seven others who, like you, have had unique powers given to them. Together, you stand a chance of ending the Tyrant's cruelty and bringing peace to the world. We apologize for throwing such responsibility upon you, but you are our last hope.
The door of your room is unlocked, and you are free to leave our labs. The others will be waiting for you outside.
Good luck.

Brilliant. Maybe he wasn't the only one hurting. Alex was about to put the note back on the wall before changing his mind and deciding to take it instead. Perhaps it could be useful in the near future. He stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans, which he was surprised to find himself wearing along with a t-shirt and shoes. At least they had the decency to dress him after making him hurt so much. Or perhaps they had just decided to be kind after foreseeing that he was going to be this stiff and sore when he woke up. Alex could slowly feel himself starting to be able to move again. He was still quite painfully sore, but at least he was starting to regain his flexibility.

Still feeling like a two-hundred year-old man, Alex hobbled over to the door and pulled it open. He looked up and down the hallway before picking a way, hoping it would lead somewhere other than this dull building. He got lucky. The way he had chosen lead to the great outdoors, despite how long it took him to get there. The light was bright, almost painfully bright at first, but his eyes adjusted quickly and he managed to at least get out the door and lean against the wall to rest his sore muscles. Oh, how much it hurt! He wondered if any of the others hurt like him, or if it was just him and they all had different kinds of hurt. The others were standing around, and thankfully, they seemed just as clueless as he was. After a moment, he just had to say something, which was a little unusual for him. "Ow." That was the first thing he said, to no one in particular. The next thing was, "Does everyone hurt everywhere, or is that just me?"

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Form → x | Location → outside lab | Tags → Demi

As Shae sat cross-legged in the dew, waiting for the promised "others" to arrive, her mind began to drift. Cupping her chin in laced fingers, she closed her eyes. Of course, the enigmatic words from the note spun round her head like a boomerang - she was fraught with ceaseless questions. At first she felt apprehensive - what had these scientists done to her body? - but eventually her dismay was overthrown by childish imagination. She fantasized about her new "ability", her mind's eye blossoming with action shots from the superhero movie she now stared in. But what if her make-believe was more than that? It slowly dawned on her that she genuinely be some sort of hero. That's what the letter said, right? " "You are our last hope". I could actually do something. Like, really, really do something.
As her mind drowned in concocted dreams and ridiculous notions, Shae failed to notice the figure that approached her - until he tumbled onto the damp grass behind her. Yelping in surprise, the girl's eyes shot open and scrambled away, fast as a hare. Only when she realised that it was a mere boy who'd taken a fall - not some ruthless militia trying to assault her - did she stop. "Others". Her head tilted quizzically to the side, watching the boy crawl like an infant towards her. He seemed harmless enough, but you could never be too sure. If you wanted to survive these days, you had to be cautious. At the mention and presentation of the note, the silver-haired girl relaxed, pulling out her own piece of paper. Her wariness altered to geniality like a light switch, narrow cheeks lit up by a warm, affable smile. "Hi, it's so nice to meet you too! I'm Shae, and yeah, I got the note, here," she waved it in proof. "Yours said something about an...ability, right? Mine's -" she unwrinkled the note to quote the exact words, - "the ability to take on the appearance of another person". That's pretty cool, right? I don't really know what it means or how I do it, but I guess I'll find out. But what about you, what did you get?" She asked excitedly, as if they were discussing Christmas presents. In hindsight, she wondered whether she should have been more reserved about her ability, but friendliness always seemed to shatter her guard.

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ＤＥＷ frosted grass like numbing needles to his sparsely covered knees, Demi transitions from an uncomfortable kneel to a cross-legged sit. Rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, his chapped lips form a curve into a purse. He rests a warm cheek on his palm, features scrunching into a small yawn. He had almost forgotten the fatigue that was suppressed in his innate enthrallment; drowned in a sea of almost foreign emotions. Like a rusty engine that'd stuttered into life, he can barely recall anything, so he'll just keep on monotonously whirring until someone tells him otherwise. He's fine with it anyhow; as long as he wasn't alone anymore. He can't stand the empty isolation that nips at his heels and salts his wounds. As Shae speaks, he picks at curls in his hair, eye rolled upwards as he tries to glimpse the crimped tuft of hair he can't quite remember ever seeing in mirrors and blurred reflections.

Suddenly, he sits up straight, rocking gently in his cross legged position.
"You can turn into another person? That's awesome! Umm, mine's something about liquid manipulation? Erm, like water bending or something? Dunno honestly. I'll figure something out soon enough! Think I can control rain or something? Wouldn't that be handy dandy." he chews on his nail, eyebrows suddenly furrowed into a quiet frown. "The letter said something about a Tyrant right? I don't remember much, just that I need to take him out. You have any idea why? I think I've lost a little of my memory. Won't affect me much, yeah? " the unnatural frown twists into a bright smile, iconic almost, revealing faint dimples and thin wrinkles. The headache nibbles persistent at his skull, like it's trying to remind him, but he doesn't want to remember.

Stretching his aching legs, he leans back on his arms, head cocked to the drowsy sky. Rainy teardrops fall silently, only to dissipate with a strong wintry breeze; the clouds drowning the skies in dull colors. It's a little cold, in his thin cotton sweater anyways, and he's just about to ask Shae if it's actually cold or it's just him, when he sees a person in the near distance. His heart jumps to his throat in sheer excitement. Returning hastily to his cross legged position, he gives a broad, pleasant wave over his head with both arms. He notes her stormy eyes and her black hair; everyone looked so different, how exciting!

[exousia]

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Aloysia stumbled forward, her eyes widening for half a second before she whipped her head around. She saw wide eyes staring back at her and instinctively softened. Connected to the eyes was a a girl, a bit larger than her in stature but rather harmless looking. She did a once-over on the girl and as her eyes returned to her face, she offered her hand, not quite sure the best way to go about greeting her war machine kin.
"I'm Aloysia," She said apprehensively. After a moment of silence, she added, "How are you feeling?"
Remembering the excruciating pain that jolted her awake, she was curious if the other kids had the same kind of experience. The more she thought about it, the more curious she was about the other kids. She thought back to her letter. It had said she could push illusions, but what did that mean? One would think after spending so much time perfecting each of them and their abilities that they would at least take the time to thoroughly explain what they could do. Alo didn't have the slightest clue as to how to use her ability, and from the throbbing pain pulsing behind her eyes by simply thinking it, she could tell it would not be an easy journey. For the first time since before her change, she was beginning to wonder if she had made the right decision. Fear caused her chest to tighten and she let her eyes drop.

She cast another anxious glance through the window, assuring herself that the others were still there. She should go to them; they could probably alleviate some of her fear. She assumed they were just as confused as she was, unless they had woken up long before her, which was very possible. She didn't know the first thing about this project. The whole thing was undeniably sketchy.
She got a better look at them now that they shifted their position slightly. The girl has flawless purple hair. It probably took her a painstaking amount of time to get it to be such a shade while maintaining the hair's shine. It was worthy of envy.
The boy had a very pretty face. He looked surprisingly naive to be taking part in this experiment and Alo couldn't help but think bitterly that he might have wandered in by accident. He looked too happy, too bright-eyed after having his life stripped from him. Didn't he realize that they now had no futures? They were government assets, they had no life of their own. And Alo was perfectly okay with that.