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[Expired_Karma]

FireFlies Mood:paranoid. Location:cafeteria. Tagged:no one

FireFlies blew out her candle that she had lit.She was drawing something,she put it in her little nightstand and looked around to see most of everyone was still asleep.She got dressed and headed for the cafeteria.When you’ve been in the rebellion as long as her you start to realize that most people don’t really care what you do or who you are unless you have an important job.This fact was something she was ok with.FireFlies stepped off the last step and saw that some people were already awake.She looked down and walked to a table in the dark left corner where she usually had a table to herself.Usually no one would talk to her unless looking for information on a task of something

Shinoto Takashi Yoon. Mood:tired. Location:cafeteria. Tagged:no one

Shinoto uses his knife and was cutting an apple and feeding himself as he sliced the apple.He yawned and shook his head.He looked around and saw that Fireflies arrived.He usually sits at the dark bottom right corner.He’s learned that if you stay relatively close to FireFlies people usually go away.He threw away the fire of the apple and waits for everyone else

[Keladry]

Dris Remy
Empath ✷ Dreamrunner ✷ Collector

Mood: Anxious ✷ Location: Mess Hall ✷ Tagged:Micheal, Fireflies, Shinoto: open for conversation

Dris stood in the doorway between a back hallway and the mess hall. This was stupid. Why were they so nervous? They'd managed to seclude themselves so far, staying out of the dorm until most were asleep or simply avoiding the crowd. It wasn't something they could keep up forever, though. Better do this here and now, on their own terms, than wait for fate to push them into something they weren't ready for.

It was a nice way to begin getting to know the others, too. The mess hall was still quiet, and they'd be able to take note of each person as they walked in. Only three others here, so far, it seemed. One of them, the tall man, Dris recognized vaguely as one of the officers. In the moment, he seemed... almost approachable. The neutral greys and browns of his early morning emotions were almost glowing this morning, as if some recent thought or discovery had brightened them somehow. It almost made Dris want to go ask about it.

Almost, but not quite. Dris had enough experience with authority to be wary. And besides, Dris knew he'd be swamped as soon as everyone else woke up. For now, Dris kept their distance.

The others seemed comfortable together, tucked away into the back corner. One of them, the cat girl, was dripping with the pearly black of paranoia. Immediately, Dris decided to steer clear of her as well.

Dris fidgeted, and finally stepped into the big room, moving to get some breakfast. See? Quiet. Being around people wasn't so bad.

[sataraxias]

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⇉ rank: recruiting officer mood: calm, relaxed location: Mess Hall mentioned: dris, micheal tags: open powers: teleportation
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Edie woke later than she usually did, her eyelids fluttering open slowly as she yawned. The woman lay there for
a good moment, staring up at the ceiling before she lifted her hand over her face to check the time on her watch.
The time blinked at her softly. 7:04 AM. She wrinkled her nose and climbed down from the bed, pulling out her
drawers to gather a simple outfit: a form-fitting black shirt and loose brown pants. She changed into it quickly
and then, a hand raised dragging through her loose, mildly bed-swept hair, she concentrated.

The officer flashed into the Mess Hall quietly, appearing some distance away from the door. "Morning," she greeted
Dris, walking past them to get herself a cup of coffee. She scanned the room briefly as she walked through it, nodding
a silent greeting at her fellow officer as she passed him. She poured herself a coffee with milk, leaning lightly against the
table as she took a sip, her hand curled around the warm mug.

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♙ rank: rebel soldier mood: hungry location: Mess Hall mentioned: -- tags: open powers: time perception, plant manipulation
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Jasper seemed to lurch upwards in slow motion as he awoke with a start, nearly hitting himself on the bars of the bunk
bed above him but catching himself. He blinked and rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, somewhat disorientated,
and then time seemed to return to normal. He sighed. It'd been a while since a nightmare had spurred his power out of him,
and he didn't even remember the damned dream. He looked around, unsure if anyone had been awake to realise the time
disturbance. He sighed again and slipped out from beneath his covers, walking to his locker and twisting in the combination
to unlock it. After changing into the day's clothes, a grey shirt and pants, he followed the promptings of his stomach and
left to get breakfast.The Mess Hall was still almost empty by the time he entered it, a quick observation of the room as he
paused in the doorway showing only a few people within. He yawned and headed to make himself some toast.

[dea invidia.]

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paragraphrebel collectorspacermood. tired, uneasyspacerlocation. mess hallspacertagged. jasper {mentions. michael, fireflies, shinoto}

paragraphdread. constant dread looming over maddy as she hoisted herself out of bed. she wasn't ready for another day at work, but she nevertheless she enjoyed her role as a collecter. she stumbled forwards a bit, misjudging the distance between herself and the floor. sometimes she was worried that she would fall from the height of the top bunk, only to remember she comfortably sleeps on the bottom. she looked around, grabbing whatever book was on the top of the growing pile in her locker, and stuffing it into the bag at her feet. as she made her way to the mess hall she could only hope that it wouldn't be too busy, and she wasn't going to be able to avoid it. approaching the mess hall she let out a breath she was unaware that she had been holding in, sensing only six auras as she approached.

paragraphmaddy walked in slowly, trying not to focus on the auras scattered in the mess hall. however there were two she couldn't help but focus in on. the first was a pale yet glowing violet, mixed in with pulsations of red every so often surrounded a man she recognised as an officer, she had seen him around a bit but had limited interaction with him up to the point. she turned to the second, a harsh black that seemed to drip from a girl tucked in a corner and accompanied by a boy surrounded with a slow and pale yellow. pale yellow, she assumed that's what her aura was like, although with her experience not everybody saw auras the same way. she made her way to get some food, grabbing a red apple and quickly shoving it into her bag for safe keeping. she couldn't help but keep her eye on the girl in the corner, the aura put maddy on edge and slightly off focus. she didn't even realise where she was going until she bumped into someone {jasper}. "oh no, sorry." she quickly apologised as she turned to see who exactly she had run into. of course, the first thing she noticed was the bright yellow aura surrounding the young man. she wasn't exactly sure as to whether or not she had seen him around before, and stepped back a bit to give him a bit of space. an apologetic smile playing on her face, and fidgeted with the strap on her bag as she stood awkwardly watching him.

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Shinoto Takashi Yoon Mood:Nervous. Location:Cafeteria. Tags:FireFlies

Shinoto was thinking of the past year.He joined the rebellion the year before last.He looked up at the ceiling and realized he hasn’t spoken to anyone.Well,he has just not about anything besides giving people his report.He looked at FireFlies’maybe I could talk to her.I mean I always stay close,I think I should at least get to know her’He thought about this more’But what to say?I can’t really just walk up to her and say:Hey!Yeah,i’m The dude that’s been basically following you since last year!Nice to finally meet you!’he shook his head and ate another slice of his apple’No!She’d probably burn me or something!Shoukd I say:Hey!How’s your morning?’he shook her head’Her mornings are all the same!’His finger slipped and he accidentally cut himself.He dropped his apple.Suddenly there was ice on her cut.Shinoto was confused but then looked at FireFlies’she’s bandaging me even though she has no idea who I am.She’s nice,not sure I would If a guy was following me since last year and hasn’t even spoken to me’He smiled.She ice melted and his cut was gone.Shinoto gasped”wow,this is becoming one heck of a morning” He heard a quiet giggle and looked at FireFlies.She was laughing a little.Shinoto picked up the apple and threw it away then sat next to FireFlies.Now she wasn’t laughing,she seemed..threatening.’Crap!To late!Say something!’Shinoto smiled a little”Thanks for doing that,I didn’t feel like dragging blood everywhere”He said with a friendly voice

FireFlies. Mood:Uncomfortable. Location:Cafeteria. Tags:Shinoto

FireFlies tensed when she realized the silver haired boy sat down next to her’this is the dude that’s been following me for the past year!’When she realized that he was talking she looked down and said”I was just doing what anyone else would do if someone was hurt”She said.She had high pitched voice.Her ear twitched and her tail wrapped around her waist.”What post do you have today?”She heard the boy speak.”Front northern Out Post”She said and looked at his blue eyes”And you?”She saw that his eyes were full of surprise as he said”Front Northern Out Post”He said,he was actually surprised.Usually me and him and different posts.Only the strongest soldiers get the Front Northern Out Post.The boy looked at her”I’m Shinoto Takashi Yoon,And you are?” ‘He has baby skin’ she thought”FireFlies,I’ll be in the training room.Feel free to join me”She stood up and saw that Shinoto was beside her and he looked down at her”I’ll join you if you don’t mind”They started walking together to the training room

[Kurora]

Sephtis Reiner ∆ 19 years ∆ Male ∆ Taskforce Demolitions Expert ∆ Location: Rec Room ∆ Tags: Open

Sephtis had been up since early in the morning, long before dawn making sure his gear was in top condition. As the morning came, he was still sat in the Rec Room, cross-legged on the couch with a large rifle and a bag of tools scattered on the table in front of it. The rifle was completely torn apart, each piece placed meticulously upon a towel. In one hand, the young man had a cleaning towel and in the other a small piece he was working on. Behind his ear was a screwdriver with a bright pink handle and in his lap was a handful of files of various sizes, their handles all the same as the screwdriver. He enjoyed the colour because of how easy it was to identify from all his other items, so each of his tools had some part of them into that colour.
He periodically sprayed the cleaner and rubbed it, attempting to get as much dirt off as possible before moving onto the next small piece. A weapon misfire could mean certain death on his line of work, so it was best if that chance was minimalized. As he was cleaning one of the trigger pieces another thought popped in his mind.

[ajax.]

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Rank - Mentor Feeling - Tired but content Tagged - Michael {mentions; Jasper} Powers - ice manip location- mess hall

Nic rose from sleep quietly, slowly even. He looked around as he sat up, his eyes catching a glance at Jasper, who was rubbing his forehead. He must've had something happen in a dream that caused his powers to initiate. Looking down at his own hands Nic recognized the familiar layer of frost that lines the blanket where his grasp was. He swallowed, rubbing it off briskly before swinging his legs over the side of the top bunk and dropping down. He scratched the back of his neck, his fingertips cool to the touch as he got dressed. He put on a simple black tee and a pair of faded old blue jeans that were so worn that holes were making themselves known throughout the fabric. Running his hands over his hair to smooth it he made his way into the mess hall, he brushed past a few people to get to the coffee machine, despite being in a good mood he needed caffeine to really put a bounce in his step. "Morning Michael," he greeted, stirring his coffee for a moment before blowing on it and taking a sip.

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Rank - Rebel Soldier Feeling - Awake, curious Tagged - open {mentions; Dris & Michael} Powers - fire manip, weapon conj. location - mess hall

Xylas was already awake, he didn't sleep much that night and found himself sitting at one of the tables in the mess hall long before most of his comrades awoke. Michael was the only one up before him, which didn't surprise the soldier. His hands were wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, the palms of his hands remaining barely alight to keep the drink warm. He blinked, feeling it already zapping his energy. He wore a comfortable long-sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans, he would put on a better jacket later if he went out today, it depended on how the weather would cooperate. He watched as more and more people found themselves in the mess hall and his eyes landed on Dris for a brief moment. They seemed to keep to themselves more often than not. He, himself could relate, he didn't feel the need to socialize this early in the morning. He scratched his chin, which was growing stubbly once more, and his hair was pulled back in a low pony tail. He took a sip of his coffee, licking his lips afterward, should he go up and refill his cup afterward? He was sure if he wanted to push past everyone to get a refill, it seemed selfish.

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Rank - Task force Feeling - Tense Tagged - open {mentions; Sephtis & Hannah} Powers - shadow walking, levitation location - cafeteria

Darian awoke right on time as always, 7am. He sat up in his bed before standing, he pulled the covers back up to be neat once more before he got dressed. He decided simply on a purple turtleneck and black jeans, matched with his combat boots. He found his comb not long after and brushed out his hair, smoothing it down from its previous bedhead. Content he scratched the back of his neck where the tag of his sweater always poked and headed out into the cafeteria. He decided to have an orange today, even if he didn't know what the weather was like yet, you could never have too much vitamin C. He walked past Hannah, nodding for a moment in greeting before he found himself at the toaster. Yeah, some carbs would work. A small breakfast wouldn't hurt him, he was bringing some sort of snack on patrol with him today like he usually did. He put the bread in the toaster and started peeling his orange absentmindedly. His eyes drifted over to Sephtis for a brief moment before he looked away briskly once more, he didn't want to meet his eyes and initiate a conversation with him, he clearly didn't like Darian, and while he was curious as to why, he didn't want to find out today. Instead, he sat down with his toast and orange and began eating.

[doc .]

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"TARS" - ♂ - Taskforce Captain - Form
Tags: None - Office

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He had woken up in his office, so he was bound to stay in it for a good while. He didn't have a bedroom, there was no need for one. His eyes opened after having slept through a long recharge period and looked around. Blue flickered back to red, the normal color. He exhaled slowly and bits of dust scattered. A reach behind him and he was unplugged, ready for the day. A blink and he stood, leaving behind the cord on the small chair. It just looked uncomfortable. TARS didn't have a care in the world for what chair he sat in when he charged. He only cared about what chair he sat in for the rest of the day. While walking over to his desk he slid a few pure fingers across the surface of the table. Not a speck of dust here. He smiled a little to himself as he opened up his curtains and let a bit of light in to pollute the darkness. Good. He stood there, his eyes adjusting to the change in scenery before he sat down at his desk and booted the computer up with a snap of his fingers. It was that easy. With a few clicks of the keyboard he was in. The password was strong. For now, he was only checking in on the status of the group. If all was looking well, he was very much ready to find somewhere for them to storm. All he wanted to do was eliminate the rebel scum. If they had the audacity to rebel, they had the ability to conform. Do as you are told, or face the consequences. It was simple. A hand propped his head up on the desk as he scrolled through some documents and read a bit of information on the status of rebels in the system. For now it was at a low point. There weren't a lot of them rebelling from the norm. This was good. If they kept it low, perhaps eliminating the entirety of it, perhaps he could sleep peacefully again. Only up until a few months ago had he begun sleeping with a gun. Just in case. Safety was a priority.
He eventually got done with his checking of the system and stood from his desk. His chair rolled back, he pushed it back into the desk after he had sidestepped and moved for the door. He paused at the handle. One last look into his office and he was out the door. It clicked behind him. The captain, still dressed in what he wore yesterday, headed down the hall. Black dress shoes, comfy grey pants and a dark blue polo with his last name on it. His given last name. Stellar.
Now he was gracefully, moving through the hall like a shadow. Down towards the cafeteria where he'd get a cup of coffee, not drink it, talk with his teammates. The usual morning routine.
He entered the hall and got himself a hot cup of coffee before finding somewhere to sit down and relax a little. Perhaps find someone to talk to... if any of them were up this early.

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Tacet - ♂ - Loner - Form
Tags: None - Cafeteria

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He didn't tell anyone where he rested, and he didn't tell anyone where he stayed in his down time. It was best nobody knew. Sometimes he liked being alone. After he had completely left the rebel group, they didn't really talk to him anymore. At least thats what he took from it all. He had no energy to do this whole 'rebel from the system' thing. He just didn't feel like it. Now that he was out, he wanted to be free. He didn't feel like fighting. Besides, there was so much more to see besides the grey ceiling above you and the dark floor beneath you. He wanted to explore the world without the world knowing he was different. He wanted to get out.
First of all he had to get out of bed first, which was something he had yet to do. The lanky boy rolled out from under his covers and fell to the floor with a groan before getting up and getting dressed, brushing his hair and pulling it back into a lose ponytail. Some of his bangs got in his eyes, but that was fine. He liked it that way. The boy sat in front of his mirror and stared at himself as he fixed his shirt, and his jacket, his shoes.. all of it. Tacet hadn't actually.. physically left the group yet. He didn't really have a purpose to help out with but he still mooched off the room.. and the food. He got a bunk near the back where he wasn't easily seen. He didn't like to be seen most often anyways.
Now that he was all dressed he made his way through the hall toward the mess hall. He had his head down and his hands in his pockets. He didn't want to be seen.
The mess hall was packed. Of course it was. In the blink of an eye the man who was standing in the doorway was standing across the room with some food on a plate. A black whisp of something.. (smoke? cloud? we don't know) took his place and made its way across the aisle to grab as much food as possible. It just floated over it all. No visible hands grabbed anything, but food disappeared. The cloud figure crackled and popped like static, and soon it merged back into a man who sat by himself in the back, just focusing on eating. He heard conversations. He wanted to join them but he didn't. He had one plan, to eat and get out of there as soon as possible. But he had to eat first, and that opened him up from all sides for conversation with anyone who saw him.
It wasn't hard to miss a man dressed in purple and black
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[Expired_Karma]

FireFlies. Mood:Calm. Location:Training Room. Tags:Shinoto(anyone else wanna join in?)

FireFlies opens the door to the training room and closes it behind her and Shinoto.She sighed and shook her head.”What’s wrong?”Shinoto asked confused.FireFlies got off the cold door and stood up straight and walked away from it and walked to the punching bag”I hate crowded spaces”She stretched and took off her armor so now all she was wearing was her belt that held her daggers,a black long sleeved shirt and black pants.She slid off her boots and socks.She punched the bag and it came swinging back fast she just kept a steady rhythm with the bag.Eventually she sighed and punched it and it came off the chain and hit the wall.She knew people in the Mess Hall would’ve heard that.Shinoto laughed a little and said”How about we spar?Just fists and feet,no weapons?”He offered.FireFlies looked at him and said”It’s your bones”She said challengingly,she wasn’t joking.

Shinoto Takashi Yoon. Mood:Amused. Location:Training Room. Tags:FireFlies,Sasa Milovanovic

Shinoto slid off his black coat and armor so now all that he had was a black shirt and black pants and he also took off his boots and socks.He stood in fighting position”Ready when you are”He challenged.FireFlies got in her fighting position and they stood there.Shinoto locked eyes with Fireflies and the air grew still.He could hear a conversation from the Mess Hall.He could feel the vibrations from the movements in the building.Then he was suddenly punched’Dang She’s fast!’he hit his back against the wall and stood up again.This time he went for the punch.FireFlies caught his hands and kicked his stomach with her knee cap.He hit the ceiling but he propelled off of it and punched FireFlies into the wall.She ran towards him and now they were in sync with fists.He kicked her ankle and fell but grabbed his wrist and slammed him into the ground”Ow!Ok,ok,you win!Just please don’t break my back and the walls!”He laughed.FireFlies chuckled”It’s your bones”Shinoto stood up and they both put their armor back on.They walked out of the training room and Shinoto whispered into Fireflies ear”Let’s get going to the Front Northern Out Post”FireFlies nodded and Shinoto grabbed her hand.He lead her out of the Mess Hall and took her outside.He pointed to his sleek black car and held keys”Let’s go then”FireFlies nodded and sat in the passengers seat.He texted Sasa Milovanovic“Hey,I got FireFlies and we’re heading to the Front Northern Out Post”He got into the drivers seat and started heading to the FNOP(Front Northern Out Post)

[. king .]

༄ pαηd⊕rα mαηdrακε

[cafeteria/rec room] - [task force 117 enforcer] - [mediumship ; ectoplasmic manipulation] - [tagged none (open)]

Pandora laid in his bed, eyes halfway open, a tired expression painted across his face. He had been like this all night as he drifted in and out of sleep, resting only when the voices would die down a little. Frustrated by this seemingly never ending process, he rolled out of bed. He didn’t bother with making the bed. The way he saw it, why waste time and energy on something that he never really got any benefit from. Pan rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand walked over toward his closet. His wardrobe consisted mostly of oversized sweaters, jeans, and a few task force issued hoodies and t-shirts. A couple pairs of shorts sat bundled up on the closet floor. They were only for when he was working out or training, not really the type of stuff he would wear on a regular basis. Pan gabbed a grey sweater and some jeans before heading to the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower and freshening up he slowly trudged into the cafeteria. It wasn’t really a place he liked to spend his time, prefer the quiet of his own room, but today he really needed a cup of coffee and just a break in general. Glancing around the room, he noticed that a few of his fellow task force members had already made their way to the room before him. Pan was mostly indifferent towards most of them, the headaches he gets tend to make him a little testy which wasn’t really a trait most looked for in a potential “friend”. He did get along with a few of them though, although most of those “relationships” were only surface level.

Pan grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee, choosing to keep it black and forgo and type of sweetener or milk. As he lifted the mug, he parted his lips and took a drink. Feeling a rush of warm shoot through his body, he took a seat in one of the chairs and let his body relax. He thought about speaking to someone but decided that if anyone wanted to talk to him, the could make the move, he had a cup of coffee to attend to.