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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 4, 2017 4:41:44 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman - "I'm fine." "Thanks, but I'll be fine. A small injury like this one means nothing." She was dead serious. Compared to the time in the facility, this was as meaningless as a bruise. Even though her tone was serious, there was a little lie in there. She wanted to believe that her wounds were fine, but in reality, nothing was fine. Proctor was pressing against her ribs, causing Alex to inhale sharply, but this way seemed a bit more efficient than slinging an arm over her shoulder and trying to hold a limp body up at her side. Otto was lighter, so that method would work way better. But for now she picked up her pace a bit like Proctor would've, hoping to get back fast. She clearly remembered Proctor telling them not to come back all at once, but they didn't have time for that.
"Timeout, huh?" She attempted a smile, wondering what Proctor did this time. Her eyes landed on the blood around her mouth, and Alex exhaled shakily. Mode Three was pure and utter chaos, she knew because she stood beside it plenty of times in battle. But it wasn't just fighting beside her, she had also been forced to fight her in Mode Three during the one on one battles in the facility. They were forced to fight with everything they had, (But were not allowed to kill the other), and if not they would be punished. Alex could clearly remember the first time she was on the receiving end of her Mode Three, but that was long long ago. She still had scars from the countless times they fought, when Proctor had clawed at her and gnawed her flesh right off. She never held it against her, though. It was never her intention. Alex would always say she was fine afterwards, and apparently she hadn't changed one bit.
Everett's question snapped her back to the present, and she blinked a few times in surprise. On the contrary, she probably looked worn out, in pain, and sad.
"Oh...don't worry about me." Alexandria responded between breaths, running through the back streets and side alleys, her expression twisting in pain every now and then as Proctor dug into her ribs with the awkward position she was in. Alex let out a muffled pained noise every now and then, refusing to scream. Everett already had a lot on his hands, and she felt bad for the kid. In the end, he seemed to be doing the most work than anyone else. Marco joined them both with Val in her arms, and Alex could feel some relief, glad to not have to rescue three people.
"It's not that, actually. But thanks for cheering me up." The girl acknowledged him, giving in with a sigh. Might as well just tell him now, right? "It's..." Alex's voice trailed off for a second, reluctant to be the bearer of bad news. "I overheard through one of their radios that some agents found Jean and Bisera." The woman's voice was quiet. She didn't need to explain the rest, she would leave it up to his imagination. The man's threat from earlier, after he said she knew where to find them, crushed her heart. That meant he was certain that the two would be taken in. All her hope was completely gone, and she knew they were going to have to go back there. It was only a matter of time, right? Before she was back in that heII.
Jean Kirshner - "Please...don't hurt her!"
At first, Bisera seemed to be doing just fine against the agents. The second he was about to look forward and focus on the people that were charging at him, he could see her collapse on the ground, agents beginning to gather around her. Jean turned on his foot and scrambled towards his friend, one foot tripping over the other but keeping his balance at the last second, arms flailing about to try and either brace himself or steady himself. Luckily, the boy managed to right himself. It would have surely cost him if he had fallen.
While the kid was running, he bent down and scooped her up, legs continuing to move on their own. It was one fluent motion, and through the panic he was pretty surprised he managed to pull it off.
He didn't know where to go, or what to do. He was lost, going wherever his legs took him. Even going so far as to use his powers as a boost.
Jean managed to run pretty far, maybe about a hundred feet, when he heard a chorus of gunshots. That was the most terrified he'd ever been, holding Bisera tighter. Bisera was passed out, and the rest of his friends were out helping Marco and Everett. Which meant there was nobody to protect him this time. Jean was completely alone, locked in this horrific situation.
His heart seemed to skip a beat after hearing all those gunshots, and not a second afterward, something pierced his skin. A dart. He arched backwards in pain, making him fall for real this time after his legs gave way. He ended up dropping Bisera and tumbling forward a few feet away from her, head colliding with the hard ground. He yelped out in sudden agony, breathing heavily just from shock.
With his hazy vision dotted with stars, he could see the agents start to run towards them. But Jean still crawled towards Bisera, reaching his hand out towards her. For some reason, he just wanted to feel a sense of comfort. To make sure she was ok. Unfortunately for his, his body went limp before he could make contact with her hand, leaving the two kids unconscious near the port. They were sure having a rough day, all of them.
Everything was black now, he couldn't feel anything. The last thought he could remember was of how he didn't deserve his friends, because he couldn't even protect one of them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 7:20:10 GMT -5
Everett DarlingHe inhaled sharply, eyes widening a little. Found Bisera and Jean? Oh god. If it had been anyone else they'd found, he wouldn't feel the panic he did rising in the back of his throat, anyone else may've stood a chance. Everett wasn't beating down on either of them, by no means, but Jean could be prone to panicking, and Bisera could barely use her abilities, there were reasons they'd been left behind. He wanted to ask her if she was certain, but Alex's face was grim and her tone was hollow; she was certain. And she wouldn't have said anything to needlessly scare the others, not unless she knew they'd been found. "What are we going to do?" His voice sounded small, and he suddenly felt very young. It wasn't fair to ask Alex this now, but he couldn't help himself, "We can't just let them go." But right now, they couldn't fight either. The whole team was down and out, and when Marco appeared with Val, it was good to see she was safe, but she'd been tranquilized too, and her palms were black and burnt. He could feel a headache coming on just looking at the damage each of them had, but ignored it, just as he ignored the blood matting on his coat.
By the time they got back to Powerscourt, the sun was setting, and his feet felt like lead. The warehouse was dark and quiet and freezing as all the heaters hadn't been turned on today at all, but it was good to see it in one piece and agent free. Then he remembered it was also free of two young members and his heart sank further. Everett shuffled over to one of the old seats and gently flopped Otto down in it, glad of being rid of the extra weight, and winced, gingerly rubbing the injured area on his arm. They didn't have a lot of medical supplies, because y'know they had Everett, but there were bound to be a few bandages somewhere. He sunk onto one of the stolen pouffes and rubbed his temples, "We need a plan." He murmured, "And dinner."
Damocles Killian Corvidae, Nell Briar Sitting in the back of the truck on the way back was bitter; it was like looking at everything that had ever gone wrong in his life. His leg throbbed from dancing about to dodge Alexandria, and a few places of his face were burnt badly where he'd been too slow. His agents looked a sorry sight; Chunks bitten out of shoulders, eyes missing, broken arms, smashed noses, ripped scalps, Agent Cobb had been taken away in an ambulance, Damocles wasn't even sure he was alive. Only the medic looked in peak condition. His earpiece buzzed and a voice crackled down, "Sir, we've captured the two enhanced by the docks. A boy, about 16, seems to be capable of wind manipulation and a girl, about maybe 12, who can change the quality of her skin. No others, or their base, was found. We doubt they live near the docks at all. Over."
So it hadn't been a total waste. Good. "When we get back to base, we'll go over what happened out there," He promised, though it was not a comforting promise, "And take a look at the new recruits. I'm sure they'll have a lot to talk about."
Nell wasn't feeling so peachy herself, but the promise of two new enhanced did make her sit up a little straighter. Revenge against two kids wouldn't be quite as satisfying, but she'd find a way to get her kicks. She glanced around at the team, who were very quiet. When her eyes landed on Agent Lyon, something in her memory ticked, and she reached into her pocket for her weapon. "Jessica," She rarely used first names for her work colleagues, but she was tired, "This has Darling's blood on it, the healer." She took out her little pocket knife and handed it over to the medic, the blade now dried with flaky brown blood, "Think it could be useful for anything?" Of course, it wasn't as ideal as getting the actual Healer, but his blood might have something worth keeping.
Right now, the team needed a healer themselves. Her own nose was throbbing dully, she had a pretty black eye blossoming on the right side of her face, her fingers were burnt from getting to close to the fire enhanced and her left foot was sewed up from where a shard of glass had pierced her shoe. Arce had her arm in a sling and her nose in plaster, Black's shoulder had vanished under a storm of bandages, half of Strange's face was hidden by surgical tape, and Wolfe had dried blood dripping down his face, and judging by the way he was sitting, the small of his back wasn't much better. Every single one of them was doped up on so many pain killers there eyes were glassy and vacant, had they even heard Agent Corvidae speak?
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 5, 2017 3:22:13 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I'll leave this matter to the two of you." Marco was in charge of carrying Valerie back, previously having to rush up and down the roof of the building, taking the old rusty fire escape on the side of the building. The city they all lived in was a relatively older one, buildings from decades ago still standing. The whole town was a dump, but it wasn't like he could even step foot in a prestigious, fancy part of town. It would be way too noticeable, considering his appearance. There were usually two common names people associated him with. A serial killer or an assassin. The first he understood, he had an ominous presence, always wearing a hoodie. The second, he had no idea where that came from. People and their wild imaginations, he guessed. Maybe it was the scars on his face? He was never going to find out.
She had caught a bit of the two's conversation, hearing that Jean and Bisera had been found, but he kept his mouth shut. He was taking this rather hard too, even if had barely met them. The facility was...not a place for the young ones. Or anyone at all, really. The experiments were rather inhumane. There was a chance that they wouldn't get the worse end like he had, since they were still just young teenagers. But the facility wasn't going to have mercy. Not for anyone. If they told you to do something, then you had no choice but to do it. He had learned the hard way, always getting punished for disobeying. He had been younger when he was captured too. Maybe three years ago, when he was just eighteen.
Walking back into Powerscourt, Marco laid Valerie down on a vacant chair. She had a warm aura surrounding her. Must be nice. Or maybe it was just the fact that her charred palms were still burning up with heat. He did a little good deed of his own, pressing his hands against hers to try and balance out her hot with his cold. He had forgotten how horrible his blackened fingers were, but he did it for her sake. He didn't want her to overheat or something, he didn't know. A little bit of smoke had formed between their palms, with the drastic temperature change. After sitting there beside her for a minute, he stood up and decided to grab something to drink. He felt a bit dehydrated and lightheaded, so he grabbed a large glass and filled it to the brim with water, chugging it down in the corner. He didn't try and budge into their conversation. This appeared to be something personal. Alexandria Kaltman - "We have to work fast but efficiently." "We have no choice. We have to go and get them." A shiver went down her spine at the mere thought of going back, but she stayed strong. She couldn't let the memories get into her head. They were too much to bear for one person, and she quickly shook her head to herself, glancing at Everett who didn't seem to be doing much better.
"But not right now of course, we all have to heal. We can't just rush in there, it's heavily guarded. Y'know, secret government facility and all, with their cliché burly men in suits standing outside the doors." A little part of her came back, her usual joking manner, but it was cut of by a groan. Alexandria tried to reposition Proctor, but without luck. Turning a corner, they finally made it back to the current place they called home. It was a miracle they made it back to Powerscourt. Alex was thankful to be able to set Proctor down on her chair she usually sat on, before sprawling out on the floor herself, freeing the weight and the pressure against her ribs. The lightning bender shut her eyes tightly, wishing she was passed out so she didn't have to experience the pain. But alas, she was conscious and it was torturous.
"Once everyone wakes up and eats a decent meal, then we can plan and head out." It was the only rational decision, something Proctor might've said. They needed time, but they didn't have any. The more time they spent here, the more time the poor kids were being transferred into the facility. She almost wanted to double check, to make sure Jean and Bisera were really gone, but she knew it would just be a waste of time. They were going to show up, and the place was gonna be completely empty, possibly littered with blood and debris and whatnot. She shifted her thoughts elsewhere, afraid to imagine what went down. That would just be wasted time.
Raising an arm to cover her eyes, Alex's chest rose up and down as she attempted to calm herself down a bit. She was just waiting for Proctor to wake up to explain the sort of situation they were in, but that might be a while.
"Sorry for making you do all this, in behalf of the rest of them as well." She motioned to the others with her free hand, letting it fall back down to her side. The healer always looked overwhelmed when he had to heal a bunch of people. In fact, sometimes he even looked pale and sick. She couldn't imagine what went through him after trying to heal the larger injuries, like bending broken bones. Agent Jessica Lyon And Agent Sebastian Strange And Agent Ashton 'Ash' Black And Agent Elliott Wolfe - "We're in huge trouble when we get back." Jessica had successfully bandaged everything that needed to be bandaged, put Arce's arm into a sling, and added plaster to Arce's nose. Afterwards, she sat back down in the seat, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing around at everyone, as if to ask, anything else need fixing? But this seemed like it was all she was able to door for now, enjoying the peaceful ride back. It was mostly silent, everyone else shifting with pain.
Jessica took the knife and examined it, turning it over and glancing at the dried blood, then tossing it from one hand to the other as she thought. "We could analyze the blood and determine the condition of his body, yes." She mused out loud. "Blood can really tell a lot about a person." She smirked, sticking the knife in her now partially empty first aid kit she always kept strapped to her side. "I can begin work on that later. For now, I'll do what I can to help everyone heal quickly and take a quick look at the new kids." It was a promise. "Thanks." Without the blood, their knowledge about the healer was limited. After all, he had never came into the facility before. He was ignorant of this place, and the things they had to do to find answers.
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Agent Strange was scowling at the back corner of the van, his one good eye narrowed in frustration. The man was hardly ever angry, but if you had your eye clawed at, you would be mad too. He was still mad that it had to be the eye out of every other body part. For God's sake, he was the scout. The only one who even managed to spot them from a mile away. But here he was now, reduced to pretty much nothing. What was he gonna do now? Train to become a sniper like Cobb? They really only needed one eye for that, right? Was he going to become the first human cyborg? Whatever it was, he was determined to capture them all.
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Ash's hand rested on her shoulder, and she could only bask in defeat like everyone else. She too was set on wanting to bring werewolf lady in. Actually, they probably all shared that common goal. After all, she proved to be a real threat to the agency. So had that Alexandria girl, she'd heard. Taking a breath and exhaling, Ash allowed her arm to drop, leaning back in the seat and staring up at the ceiling. It didn't seem like the two of them really cared much about the newbies who were going to be thrown in the facility, they had pent up rage inside them, like bombs ready to explode. They seemed antsy, wanting to turn back and finish what they had started.
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Elliott Wolfe seemed distant from everyone else. His hands were clasped together and folded on his lap, and he was indeed sitting funny, not wanting to press his back against anything. His head was hanging down a bit, revealing the back of his scalp with the scratch marks, coated in blood. He didn't acknowledge what anyone was saying, probably since he wasn't paying attention at all. His mind was in a completely different world, trying to come up with any sort of lead or methods to take them down next time. There was always a next time. His eyes were fixated on the floor of the van, propping his hands up and resting his head on them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2017 10:53:17 GMT -5
hey! i'll try n reply today, but i've been at Pride all day and im kind of tired c:' i'll see if i can type something up tho!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2017 11:39:15 GMT -5
Everett DarlingThe healer listened to her, nodding a slightly as she spoke. Not bothering to waste any time, he shuffled his seat closer to Val, taking her hands in his, and letting the warm feeling rush through him again. For a second, he thought he was actually going to be sick, as the exhaustion swept in like he'd opened the floodgates, but it passed, and his eyes closed heavily, nothing even bothering to try and keep them open.
"Do you know where the lab is?" Everett asked, directing his question towards Alex, "Or how we get in?" They were big, vague questions, as he did his best to try and put together a small, but real, plan in his head. Any planning was better than none. "I mean, we just about got out of there today, and if we go there, we're going into their territory." He sat back from Val, her hands fell back down onto the seat with a gentle flump, looking fresh and soft. She was still dirty, and snoozing away, but those were not his problem, the bruise on her chest where she'd been shot should be fixed too. Using the heels of his feet, he dragged himself over to where Proctor was lying, taking up the most room out of anyone here.
There wasn't as much a need to be gently with Proctor at last, and he just slapped his hands down onto her, one near the small of her back, where she'd been tased, and the other at her shoulder, where Alex had put her down. "What do they even do there?" He had ideas, but they were only horror movie glimpses, things from X-Men and Steven King. He couldn't imagine Bisera and Jean there, not really. But they were, or at least, they were going to be. "Alex, Marco; you two have been there, right? You have to fill me in, before I go crazy wondering."
Of the eight of them, at least three were been to the Facility in the past; Marco, Alex, and Proctor, all of them had scars to show it and none of them were easy to hurt. As far as he knew, Proctor had actually been a few times, but that might've just been a rumor. He knew she escaped with Alex the last time, and he knew Marco escaped alone. Everett went quiet for a bit, head bobbing forward as if he'd drifted off, before he snapped back and yanked his hands off Proctor, still glowing, black eyes wide open. His emotional abilities were a liability healing her sometimes, he was scared he'd imbibe her rage, go crazy in his sleep. She seemed healed enough for now, she only had two actual wounds to look at in the first place. The three tranquilized kids actually looked pretty peaceful, snoring away, but Otto's clothes were destroyed and Proctor had blood on her face and muscle tissue in her teeth, which had reverted to their original shape. He couldn't do anything for the pains and aches she'd feel for shifting when she woke, those were her's to deal with.
"I know," Everett got to his feet and slowly made his way to Alex, hunkering down on his knees and placing one hand at her ribs where she'd been holding herself earlier, and the other on her bruised hand (looks like she'd punched a wall), "That it's got to be hard to think about, but I have to know what we're up against, or I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight." He confessed, as his powers started to do their work and fix Alex's body, warmth flowing from him to her. With the others, he hadn't bothered to try and soothe their emotions, but he did what he could for Alex here. She was Proctor's right hand, and she was in charge until she woke up, and what a time to be leader. Underneath his nauseous haze, he felt a sharp stab of pity. He wasn't the leader type, he couldn't imagine being in her shoes. He went quiet, focusing on her distressed mind and her physical injuries, also letting her or Marco start to talk. He could get to Marco's undoubtedly frostbitten hands soon. Honestly though, that boy could've been shot in the face and he would've walked it off.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 6, 2017 1:29:32 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman - "Thanks, you're the best!" "The lab is quite a ways away. Across town on the other side of the woods." Alexandria muttered, eyes following Everett as he healed each individual group member. Even though she had only been there once, she could clearly remember every detail of the facility and the escape as if it was yesterday. "As for getting in, we have just the person for the job." She motioned to Val, who was still knocked out. The real entrances and exits are heavily guarded of course, with locks and keypads and all that fun stuff. Those were put in place to keep the subjects from escaping, but obviously that didn't work out too well. They had proven the agents wrong more than a few times.
"That's exactly what I don't want to do. Go to them." Alex agreed, her face set with a solemn expression, taking a minute to collect her thoughts and think of a plan.
Everett made her chuckle slightly as the healer slapped his hands down on Proctor. He clearly wasn't a fan of her Mode Three. Well, nobody really was. Not even Proctor herself, it seemed. It was too unpredictable and dangerous. Her hands went back to her chest after she cut off her laugh. Even a simple movement like that pained her.
"Eh, they do anything you can think of, really." The lightning wielder shrugged half-heartedly. "Anywhere between forcing you to use your powers to strapping you down and basically dissecting you in a way. It's...an experience." She didn't want to explain everything, it gave her a headache just thinking what they did to her. He probably didn't want to find out everything anyway. Some things were too inhumane to even speak about. It was all too much to handle, so she stopped trying to explain. What made it worse was imagining the things they had in mind for Jean and Bisera. They couldn't be that cruel to the younger members of the group...right? But they were the people who had almost killed them countless times.
Alexandria had been traumatized from her time there, so it was to be expected that she was always reluctant to talk about that subject. But since he wanted to know so bad, she supposed she would tell him something. Alex had been staring up at the ceiling the whole time, when Everett came into view and kneeled down beside her. She rested her hands back on the cold floor, shutting her eyes and wincing as he made contact. But she tried to relax a little, allowing her tense muscles to let loose a little. She could feel her cracked ribs fix themselves but the soothing part didn't go so well.
"I know I won't be sleeping tonight." The woman's mind had been racing ever since this morning when they went to help the boys, and it didn't seem to slow down. Not until she knew everyone was safe. It seemed Everett's calming power could only help so much. Trying to calm down someone with ptsd was like trying to tame a shark in bloody water. It just wasn't going to happen. The physical part of her felt better. As the injuries begin to mend themselves, the only thing that was left was dried blood on her hand. About a minute after she was healed completely, she finally stood up, stretched, then walked to the fridge to grab a drink. On the way, Alex patted Everett's back to show her gratitude for healing her.
She wasn't exactly the leader type herself. It was Proctor who came up with elaborate plans and organized everything. She was just backup, when Proctor was out of commission like now. It rarely ever happened, except when the leader was desperate and had to go into Mode Three. Twisting the cap on a water bottle open, she chugged the cold liquid down. She had never been so happy to be drinking water. However, she wasn't hungry. Her appetite had vanished hours ago. She was now a ball of stress, anxious to go retrieve the two missing members.
"Anyway, I've been thinking, and Valerie could definitely get us in by blowing a hole in the wall. Proctor or I could navigate until we find Jean and Bisera, while the rest of us would hold the scientists and agents off. Marco could even seal off the place if there are too many of them." Alex ran the plan through her head. It sounded simple, but it really wasn't. There would be lots of government people running around the place, all armed with tranq's in case of emergencies. But if they worked quick and smart, it was possible. Just like how they barely managed today. This time, she felt hope rising up in her mind. If they were all determined, (Which she knew they would be) then nothing was going to stop them. Plus, they were all healed, so they already had an advantage. They could fight with their all again, unlike the agents.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 6:55:59 GMT -5
Everett DarlingEven if the calming effect wasn't taking much hold, Everett kept it up. Maybe it would pay off later tonight when she was sleeping, but he doubted it. Hopefully Alex wouldn't set her bed on fire from lashing out in a nightmare (Powerscourt went through more beds than first anticipated), as the last thing they needed right now was to go bed hunting. There are two spare. A small, nasty voice reminded him, and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
He finished off on Alex and sat back listening to her plan, nodding his head, eyes closed, rubbing his lids with the ball of his hand. The action felt odd, like he couldn't really feel it, or his hands were numb and empty "It could work." He murmured, letting her know he'd heard what she was saying, "In theory." Of course it'd be harder than that, much harder, but any plan was a good one. "Those tranquilizers are a problem. I can't flush them out of anyone's systems. And we need to take into consideration that they may've... learnt things from Jean and Bisera. Armour, or air guns." Anything, they could've learnt anything. It didn't even occur to him that they also had his blood, as Everett's arm had gone almost totally numb, like a freezing block of ice. It wasn't that the wound was infected, and he had long dismissed his idea of a poisoned knife, he just wasn't used to being injured himself. Gingerly, he peeled off his coat as the building warmed up, the space heaters finally doing their jobs. His coat was stuck to his arm where the blood had matted, but it looked like it had stopped weeping blood at last. His jumper was ruined however, and he really liked this one. Ugh.
Everett dumped his coat on one of the seats and made his way over to the fridge, starving and dying of thirst, leaning his forehead against the door as he grabbed a bowl of fruit salad someone had made earlier, all wrapped in clingfilm. He needed sugar and liquids, and this would do the job. Sitting down heavily at the table, surrounded by mismatching chairs, he jerked his head, "Marco, c'mere." The healer skewered an apple slice and popped it in his mouth, "Lemme look at your hands." His voice was beyond slurred, but he stuck out his own hand, the message clear as day. As far as he knew, Marco wasn't too badly injured, thank God. The overwhelming sense of relief was a little odd, and he told himself it was down to the fact that Marco had been shot yesterday, and magical healing was all well and good, but there was only so much a person could handle.
It was very hard to believe that had been yesterday. "You're nothing but trouble," Everett tried to joke, a chuckle in his voice thinking about how relatively peaceful their lives had been for a while in this city, "Shoulda let you bleed out." They would've come for them anyway, wouldn't they? The agents were always going to keep coming. That was the danger of living in a group, he supposed. A few small lights had been flicked on, not enough to shine through the blacked out windows, but enough to give them some visibility. Everett himself shone a little, a soft glow juxtaposing the sweat and dirt on his face and his fully dilated black eyes. Marco would still be freezing, wouldn't he? Wonder if he ever knows how cold he is.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 7, 2017 4:10:36 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "You're right on that one." Marco had been silent, drinking his water and eating whatever food he found while listening to their input. He nodded on the occasion, crunching on some chips and leaning against the table. Once he finished, he tossed the water bottle and chips into their respective bins. Powerscourt had their priorities in order, at least.
Walking over to Everett, the boy grabbed a chair and dragged it over beside him, palms up and outstretched towards the healer. The only time he got hurt was his own doing. That was ironic. It was all thanks to Otto's distraction that Marco was still conscious, or else the tables would have turned and they would be the ones dragging him back. Or he could've woken up in the facility. Aside from all that, the good news was he was spared from another major injury. If he had gotten shot two days in a row, that would have been a very bad omen.
"People just can not seem to take their eyes off me. I'm just that handsome! I can't help this beautiful face." Marco shot Everett a grin, motioning to his entire face with his hand before letting the healer continue.
"But hey, it wasn't my fault," He paused a moment, before adding in reluctantly "...this time." The ice wielder was being completely honest for once. For crying out loud, he had even been wearing Everett's jacket. Not his usual hoodie which screamed "I AM THE MARCO BLYTHE!" but Everett's cozy, fluffy jacket thing. I mean sure, maybe his face gave it away. But there was nothing he could do about how terrifying he looked to normal people. Hm, maybe it was his fault after all, just because of his looks. But he didn't do any illegal activity or use his powers to attract his attention, so that was a first.
"You're not alone on that one." He responded to the last comment. The conversation kind of just ended abruptly at that point, and he remained silent as the healer's pupils dilated and his palms began to glow once more. After about a minute, all the feeling came back in Marco's hand. The nerves in his hand had repaired themselves, and he could finally feel once more. The healer always gave off a nice warm touch, the kind of heavenly warm feeling you get when you take a towel right out of the dryer and it's still warm. But the warm quickly abandoned him, replaced with the usual cold. Alexandria Kaltman - "It's too quiet in here." Alexandria plopped down in a chair opposite Proctor, leaning back into the cushion. Her arms were relaxing on the arm rests, but she made the occasional gesture as she spoke, to further her emphasis.
"We just...need them to wake up, y'know? We need everyone's input in this." She let out a breath, staring at the three knocked out. "We need to work as a team. Even though we all say it, we never seem to do it. We all split off, and maybe that's our downfall." She once again motioned to the three. What she was trying to imply was that if they had all stuck together, they could have most likely prevented Otto from getting shot. Then again, Alex didn't know how in the world Otto had managed to get hit. The kid was a ball of flame that could incinerate everything near him. But not only that, he was hyperactive in that state and literally bounced off the walls. What she was saying was true, however. Val had went off to get the sniper, she had stayed back to fight the leader, and it seemed Otto was down before Proctor stepped foot in the store. Working together with a huge assortment of powers she admit would be near impossible, sure. But if they managed the right combination, it would prove to be super effective. Why had she never thought of that before?
"I'm about ready to dump ice water on all three of their heads if they don't wake up soon." Alex rolled her eyes, half-jokingly. But she kinda had to admit, she really wanted to. Maybe it would lighten the mood a bit? The room just didn't feel right. Powerscourt was dull and quiet, it wasn't as optimistic and talkative as it usually was. That was mostly due to the two vacant chairs sitting across the room at the table. Her stomach lurched, and she let out a long sigh. The backup leader furrowed her brows in thought upon listening to the words that were spoken. Great. Just great. If Everett was unable to bring them back to consciousness after they were knocked out by the effects of the tranq, then it would just be a repeat of what happened earlier, with extra dead weight. Someone was bound to get knocked out somehow. The agents managed to come through sometimes, even if the 'enhanced', proved a challenge. She hated that word enhanced, it just made them all sound like they were different. Something akin to freaks. But in the end, they were still people too.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2017 10:09:52 GMT -5
Everett DarlingHe laughed at Marco's jokes, pleased to have something to laugh about, "Yeah, handsome, that's the word I was going to use." They were in a pretty dire situation any way you looked at it, but it was nice that one of the few conscious members had the energy to find something warm to talk about. When Marco said that it wasn't his fault this time, Everett suddenly felt guilty. The healer gave Marco's hands a small, but tight, squeeze before he finished up, slowly drawing away from him and sitting back in his chair. His eyelids felt as heavy as his feet, and he was scared he was going to fall asleep right here at the table. It'd been awhile since Everett had been forced to use his abilities that much, and they weren't easy to practise using, because he needed someone injured to work on (though there wasn't much to practise, in all fairness, except for how long he could keep going.)
He didn't even finish his meagre dinner, just sat there, head slightly ducked, arms out in front of him on the table. Alex started talking and he nodded in agreement letting out little noises so that she knew he could hear her. "Actually, Alex, that's not a bad idea." He admitted, voice very quiet, "It's a damn strong drug they've invented. Proctor might wake up before then because you were the one to put her out, but if the tranq was enough to put out Val and Otto when they were at their strongest, then it's worth sitting down and thinking about."
He turned his head a little, resting it against his own shoulder and the back of the chair, eyes opening enough to allow some blurry vision as his pupils shrank back, "If they took in Jean and Bisera, who would've undoubtedly put up some kind of fight, then it might be worse than we first thought." He shuffled in his seat, trying to sit up right, "They know how to fight you three," He gestured to Alex, Proctor and Marco, "Because they've met you three. They knew a little about me because of some trouble I ran into in Ireland, presumably. Enough to know I'm a non-combatant. They got Otto and Val on pure luck, the girl with the tranquilizer wasn't even aiming when she fired, but they couldn't have gotten Jean and Bisera on the same luck." He directed this part to Alex, "You've seen them practising; Jean is basically a blur, and Bisera nearly broke Proctor's jaw with one punch. They must have guns fast and strong enough to pierce both of their skins, maybe even Bisera's diamonds."
He didn't want to suggest putting off any rescue they could plan, it didn't sit right with him, but he had to voice is opinion now, "I don't think we can go in there before we know how to at least defend ourselves against that drug." Everett was shaking his head, they didn't have the labs they'd need for a medical take to this, it was going to have to come from something more resourceful. "I say, we spend tonight trying to find out what we can about this thing. Choose either Otto or Val and do our damndest to wake one of them up, but leave the other to see how long it takes naturally."
He shrugged his tiny bird-like shoulders, "And, I guess, we could dunk Proctor to wake her up, but I don't want to be the one to do it." Everett wasn't afraid to confess that he'd rather stay away from anything risky to his health, "You'd probably be the best to do it Alex," He glanced at Marco for backup, "I mean, you're her best friend, she's still going to love you after you do it. Might not be the same case for me or poor handsome Marco." His tone had gotten a little lighter, light enough to say these small jokes, "She's not nearly as fond of us as she is of you. Probably be glad of an excuse to get rid of us, actually."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 9, 2017 0:44:18 GMT -5
Marco Blythe And Alexandria Kaltman - "Time to wake up, sleepyhead." "Heh, at least someone gets it." Marco beamed with pride about how handsome he was, turning on his heel to grab another something to eat. This time he pulled some cheese out, eating it straight from the wedge like a madman.
As he indulged the cheese, the ice wielder attempted to come up with ways to wake them up, but he wasn't knowledgeable in that field. If they were taking suggestions, he would probably come up with the worst ideas, so he kept his mouth shut. Pacing back to the chair he had sat in, he turned it so it faced the table. The chair made a loud, unpleasant screeching noise as its legs dragged across the old floor, but it didn't seem to phase him. The boy plopped down into the seat, resting his head against the table and closing his eyes. Boy was he tired. These last few days were chaotic, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted due to all the injuries he had taken in the past few days. Ever since he had joined Powerscourt, it did seem like he was a bit more trouble than they anticipated. If he hadn't joined, then all of this could have been avoided. But Marco didn't let it get to him too much. He was going to help bring the younger ones back.
Blythe opened his eyes once more as he listened to their conversation, but didn't pick his head up off of the table. If he was needed, then he would get up. But for now, it didn't seem like he was so he let out a yawn.
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Alex was racking her mind on how to get the effect of the tranq to wear off. It wasn't like they had the knowledge or the supplies to create something like an antidote. All they really had was their powers. But even so, the healer was unable to do anything about it. That alone limited their options by tenfold, yet they barely had any ideas to start with.
"Maybe...and it's kind of risky, but maybe Marco or I could give their bodies a slight shock. I could send a small current though them, of course. If I can knock a person out, then I'm sure I could wake a person up by startling them. And Marco could just lower their body temperature or something. Also, if we're both down, it should work with Valerie and Otto too." She was just throwing out suggestions, praying that something, anything, would work. Alex was no scientist, so she hoped she was making enough sense. Any plan was a good plan.
The lightning bender got up out of her seat and decided to test her theory on Proctor, taking a few paces towards the unconscious leader. "Yeah, you can't underestimate any of the agents. They'll do everything they can to take us in." She nodded as she stepped forward, her footsteps sounding between the silence. "Unfortunately, there's really nothing we can do about guns." It was the sad truth. They didn't have access to riot shields or bulletproof vests or anything fancy like that.
Stopping beside Proctor, she decided not to use ice water after all. The woman continued by rubbing her hands together, causing a small current, then rested her hand on the leader's shoulder like earlier. But this time it was a small, harmless current, as she was just testing a theory she had. Like Everett said, she would probably wake up first anyway because Alex was the one who put her down in the first place, but hey, if it worked now then there was a chance it would be successful on the others too...right?
When Alex decided it was enough, she stepped back and ran her hand through her black hair. She was stressing a bit again, not seeing any movement yet. All they could do was wait.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 9, 2017 0:46:48 GMT -5
{Ahhh sorry for not replying yesterday! I had to go to bed early the night before, and I went shopping literally all day. ;~;}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 9:42:50 GMT -5
Bernadette ProctorThis thing about being knocked out, as opposed to falling asleep, was that you didn't really get dreams. Sometimes, sure, she'd had old memories resurface; the brightly lit facility, a younger, bruised Alex panting from exertion, or even further back, to her own biological family, though they were so fleeting and so faded these days that they meant nothing to her. Yes, sometimes Proctor did dream, but most of the time, like today, she didn't. One second she was climbing through a shop windows, feeling herself begin to shift, and the next, the whole world was dark, and everything hurt, and she felt an electric pulse fire through her body. She yelped like a dog and snapped upright, dark brown eyes wide open, hair slightly on end.
For a split second, she had no clue where she was, and the only thing she was really aware of was that the entire left half of her body was totally numb. Half of her face sagged down a little, and her hand and foot lay useless at wonky ankles. Then, slowly but all at once, things started to fit back together. She was in Powerscourt, she recognized the cold cement smell, and the long dark room she was in. Marco was up in the kitchen, eating something, so was Everett. She knew their faces, a relief. Alex must've moved behind her, because although she couldn't see her, she could definitely smell her, even hear the familiar sound of her breathing. Proctor's whole body relaxed with a sigh. She used her right hand to rub her face, which felt stiff, like something sticky had dried in on it. When she took her hand away, it had rusty brown flakes on it, and she had a terrible taste in her mouth. "What time is it?" She asked, groggily, wincing at how much to hurt to talk. She must've bitten down on something, hard, because her jaw ached. That would also explain why there appeared to be blood on her face.
Everett shrugged, though it looked like it took a lot out of him, and spoke to the unseen Alex, "That worked. However, could be because it was you both times, a start-and-stop kind of thing." He finished some conversation from earlier, his voice was slow and heavy. He turned back to Proctor gave a little wave, "Good evening to you too." before turning back to his dinner.
She froze, tense, when she spotted the unmoving forms of Val and Otto, but relaxed again when she spotted Val's stomach rise and fall, and Otto's eyebrow twitch, like he was having a dream argument. "So we're not dead, good, good." She nodded slowly, her neck was too stiff to go any faster. Her shoulders itched and burned, and she could smell her own flesh, like it had been singed. Talk about a wakeup call. Proctor turned her head the whole way round, using her movable arm to brace herself in her chair so she didn't fall. "Hey." She croaked when she spotted Alex, who had a rare truly-worried look in her eyes, though she seemed to be doing her best to hide it. Around anyone else, she didn't really care who saw her in Mood Three, though she did feel bad if she ever scared any of her friends, but around Alex, there was something very, very embarrassing about the whole thing once it was over. Looking at her now, Proctor felt like neither the leader she'd grown up into, or the angry escaped enhanced that agents had turned her into; she felt like a mortified teengaer who wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow her up. Her electric bending friend didn't seem to be hurt, not really. Anything too bad, Everett must've fixed, but she didn't even have much blood on her clothes. None of them did, actually, now that she thought about it. Her whole face stank to her, the dull, metallic smell of blood, and she was fairly certain Darling had hurt himself somewhere, but everyone just seemed tired, not dying.
Maybe it was because of the overwhelming scent of blood on her face (which got worse the more she thought about it) that she couldn't smell Jean or Bisera. If they'd been upstairs, she would've known, but she didn't. Surely though, they'd be sitting down here, with the others? Why weren't they sitting with the others? A hundred reasons flashed through her mind, which seemed to be running as fast as it could in response to it's earlier sluggishness, but they all traced back to the one reason that made the most sense. Proctor shut her eyes tightly (one eye, actually, the numb left one barely fluttered shut) and sat back against the chair, raising her right hand to cover her eyes, "They got them? Bisera and Jean?"
Idiot. Stupid idiot. Of course they'd search the docks. It was the only other way out of town. She hadn't been thinking like a leader, like she would've if she was just out of the facility. It'd been too long, and she'd gotten rusty. They'd all worked so hard to make sure they didn't get complacent, that they didn't let themselves go, but clearly working on their abilities hadn't been enough.
don't worry about it!! i understand ~ did you get anything nice in the shops?)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 9, 2017 23:23:06 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman - "Thank God you're awake!" "Sorry to wake you up like this." Alexandria apologized, but her voice was full of relief. One out of the three that were out had woken up, thankfully. She gave her a moment to take in everything, afraid to overwhelm the leader as soon as she woke up. An air of silence hung in the room, and all eyes were on Proctor when she moved her hand up to her face. She was stiff, as usual. It would take a bit of time for the numbing pain to go away, and Alex grabbed a seat once more beside Proctor. But this time, she felt a little better, now that the one she trusted most was awake, the real leader of Powerscourt.
"It's probably around three in the afternoon." She responded with a small shrug, guessing. Afterwards, the woman muttered an mhmm to Everett, raising a hand to her chin to ponder about what to do next. When Proctor turned to greet her, she perked up a bit, straightening her slouching posture. "Heyo!" Alex raised the corner of her mouth in a smile, giving a little wave. She opened her mouth to explain the situation, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. The two boys had their mouths shut also, but that was understandable. Nobody wanted to break the bad news.
When Proctor spoke up again, she finally found the courage to say something.
"The man with the cane, I wasn't able to get him. I heard on his radio that some other agents found two kids on the dock, and he said if we wanted them, we knew where to go." Her voice had the same certainty as earlier that she knew they were taken, and her head drooped down once more, staring at the floor with a defeated sigh. She followed up by running all their plans with Proctor, as well as the list of concerns they had come up with while she was out. Starting with Val creating an entrance, how herself, Proctor, or Marco could navigate while the others held them off, and even combining their powers to work together somehow. There was also the the deal how they were going to wake the others up, and lastly how to counter the guns. Alexandria filled in everything, without missing a beat.
She reached up and clutched her chest, where the pain was not too long ago. This time it wasn't in pain, but in guilt. She still felt like all of this was her fault, that she should have stayed back with the kiddos and let the others handle the agents, but she let revenge overcome her. Instead, the agents were one step ahead, getting the best of everyone here. At that moment, Alex's eyelids felt heavy. But she fought to stay awake, knowing full well she would have a nightmare if she dozed off. The only thing on her mind was the lab, and that was ingrained into her subconscious all the time. With the hand that she clutched her shirt, she moved it up to press against her forehead, blinking a couple times to make sure she stayed awake. It wasn't just that she didn't want to go to sleep. Alexandria was scared to go to sleep. In moments of true and utter panic like this, she felt hopeless and weak. She could only hope that Proctor didn't notice, though it was quite obvious of what she was going through.
{All I got was a coat and some fudge haha. And thanks! C:}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2017 11:02:15 GMT -5
Bernadette ProctorShe sat, silent, listening to everything, not moving. Her hands was still pressed over her eyes, shutting out the light, resting her head into the back of her chair. When Alex was done, Proctor lowered her hand to just rub her eyes, trying to dispel a heavy fatigue from them, before dropping it onto her lap. "OK." She just nodded, "Yeah, OK." It was weak, she knew it, but the plan sounded so hollow to her, once it was confirmed that Jean and Bisera were really gone. "It's not your fault Alex." She promised, dark eyes flicking her to where her friend sat, "None of this is our fault. It wasn't our fault when we were fourteen, and it's not our fault now." Her tone had more conviction in it when she said that, and the feeling in the other half of her body was slowly coming back. She had terrible pins-and-needles, but they were more welcomed than the freezing numbness.
She pushed herself to sit upright, feet on the floor, arms resting against her knees, "Between the three of us," She used a finger to circle herself, Maroc and Alex, "We've broken out of there about five times, maybe six. We can break in too. I know they have home advantage, but we've got an advantage too. Actually, we've got three; There are six of us, we're going to have a plan, and we're all really, really angry." She even tried a tiny smile as she met Alex's eyes, "Bout time we remind them why they were so afraid of us." "As for those two," She motioned to Otto and Val, "Sounds like a plan to me. I take it you tried to wake them up already," She asked Everett, who nodded ruefully before sheepishly saying, "Didn't do much good. Only tired myself out."
That was a let down, but she didn't say so. No one needed to be berated tonight, they needed to think. "Marco, have you tried giving them a cold blast?" She suggested, meeting the younger man's gaze for the first time, "If Alex worked on me, than that reasoning should apply to you too, right?" It was a shot in the dark, and if it worked, it would put an even bigger target on Marco's head at the facility. It would also limit his aggressive role on the team, if he was going around waking people up. Looks like he and Everett might be switching places, it was about time the healer learnt how to fight. The mental image of Everett trying to hurt someone also made her laugh, though she swallowed it, the mood in the room wasn't right for laughter.
ohh i love fudge 0: sorry this post is pretty short! )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 10, 2017 13:10:52 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman And Marco Blythe - "All I want is revenge." But what if this whole thing is our fault? A voice inside her head nagged at her. She couldn't let go of that fact, even if it wasn't true. Maybe society was right, that they were all freaks or monsters or something. She couldn't even manage to give her usual smile back, instead covering her face with both of her hands, her eyes mirroring the anguish she felt.
Alexandria just wanted to see everyone safe, that was all she wanted right now. Then she could go back to her usual self...right? Or would things just get worse after she visited the place from her nightmares?
Alex met the leader's gaze again, eyes widening slightly for a moment in surprise. Proctor had the warmest smile, though they seemed to be a rare occasion, since life was always stressful for the members of Powerscourt. Because of that, her smiles had meaning behind them. Alexandria felt herself smile back, and her muscles relaxed a bit. Her closest friend sure knew how to make her feel better, and she appreciated it. Even at a time like this, when two of them were missing, Proctor still found the heart to smile. Her closest friend's smile was all she needed in this moment.
She was dreading the moment when they stepped back in the lab with the white walls, when they began their retrieval mission.
She couldn't get too far ahead of herself, however. For now, all she could do was wait for the next day, when everyone was well-rested and well-nourished. All she could do was train in the meantime, still not feeling all that prepared.
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Marco shook his head at the question, he was planning to try his method after Alexandria finished with Proctor. Getting up out of his seat, he moved over to Otto, the one closest to him. Otto would be the test subject, to see if the cold would wake him or not. He didn't choose Otto for any specific reason, Blythe was just lazy and didn't feel like taking any extra steps to get to Valerie. Marco got down on both knees, leaning over the sleeping boy. It almost looked like he was about to perform CPR or something, and he chuckled to himself under his breath. The ice bender pressed his cold palms against Otto's chest, using his powers in a way that he was able to lower the boy's body temperature without producing too much ice. He didn't exactly plan to freeze the kid. Taking his palms back to his sides, the ice wielder leaned back. It was in fate's hands now. The twitching meant that he was at least semi-conscious in a way, so it did look promising.
Of course if this worked, Marco wasn't exactly fond of the idea that he was going to have to be the one in charge of waking everyone up who got hit by the tanq. He was still in the fighting mood, not satisfied by the last encounter with the agents. He didn't get to fulfill his revenge, Marco still had lots to do before he was done with them. They had ruined his life, so with him being extra, he had to ruin their lives just as much. Even the ice wielder shivered at how cold the room grew, crossing his arms over his chest as a chill went down his spine.
Despite not being too thrilled at the idea of waking everyone up, the ice wielder continued to hope that this was enough to wake the unconscious members up. But then again, he didn't doubt it. Otto would probably jerk awake, and go on bragging about how he saved both him and Everett. The younger boy was probably dreaming about that exact thing too. However this time, Marco would be relieved to hear something like that.
{Fudge is the best!!!!!! ;D Funny thing is, one of my friends hates fudge. I'm like hOW. And no worries! My posts have been fairly short too whoops.}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 7:14:20 GMT -5
Otto Bendicott He hadn't actually been a member of Powerscourt for very long, and all of this was a bit of a shock. It was nice, to travel with other people, and have folks like Proctor and Alex there to help him understand what he was capable of. Not unlike Marco, Otto was wanted in a few places for destruction of property (strictly accidental, he swore) and minor theft. Runaways don't make a lot of money. There was a security to a group he enjoyed, and having other people to lean on was nice. Plus, hanging with Jean was fun too, it's been awhile since he'd managed to actually spend time with someone close to his own age.
He'd been in a few fights in the past, but nothing very dangerous, certainly not on the level of today. Truth be told, he'd been terrified the whole time, though the terror was nicely smoothered by the joy of being able to let loose (and also the bragging rights that would come with saving Everett and Marco.) He'd never been shot before, and it wasn't fun. He'd been knocked out though, a few times actually. Once or twice from a sudden temperature drop, as he was more sensitive to those, and once from just a regular guy who didn't even take anything in the end when he realised Otto had nothing worth stealing. So, despite all his bark, it was fair enough to say he didn't have much of a bite.
There was no sudden wake up for him today, not like Proctor being shocked awake. It was much slower, and frankly, more painful. The last thing he remembered was searing pain in his foot as he did his best to cover for his friends, and now he was floating in an endless dark expanse, not able to feel, hear or see anything. He tried to speak, and after a few shaky goes, managed a moan. His hearing slowly returned, and he thought he could hear voices, though they sounded fuzzy and distant, like they were shouting from a locked room down the hall. Gradually, the darkness broke up, and he realised how cold he was. In annoyance, the first blast of emotion, he tried to heat his body up, but failed. He succeeded in opening his eyes however, and groggily raised his head.
Two minutes after Marco had put his hands on him, Otto was awake, though his powers were stiff and reluctant to return. He was surrounded in the first floor of Powerscourt; Proctor and Alex over by some chairs, Everett sitting at the table (though it looked like he'd fallen asleep?), Val was sleeping in a chair beside him, and Marco standing a bit away, arms crossed and staring at him. In fact, everyone awake was staring at him. Suddenly self conscious, Otto defensively brought his hands up over his body to cover exposed skin from where his clothes had burnt away, "What are you'll looking at?" He muttered, trying to sound annoyed and not unnerved.
ur friend isn't living ://// fudge is one of the few pure things we have left)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 13, 2017 0:39:41 GMT -5
{I kind of feel like we should timeskip to when they all leave for the facility or something? There isn't much to say at the moment haha. ;~;}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 14, 2017 0:28:33 GMT -5
{Agh sorry I haven't been able to type up a reply!!!!! I was planning to start the timeskip but I've had writer's block for the past few days, and now I feel empty because college is gonna start back up in like two weeks and I'm just starting a new job but all I wanna do is sleep lol.}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 8:57:59 GMT -5
I'd be good with a time skip c: i want to save Bisera and Jean tbh
and it's ok!! I'm sorry I was gone for a while, I was on a little trip to Dublin and didn't have enough time to get on and type anything up o:
ohhh, how's your new job?? What you doing, if you don't mind me asking?
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 16, 2017 1:43:22 GMT -5
Alexandria Kaltman - "Couldn't sleep." As the hours slowly ticked by, Alex grew more and more dreadful. About a half an hour after Otto woke up, Val stirred to life. At least they knew how long it took for the effects to wear off. That was useful information. Alexandria couldn't help but tap her fingers on the wood of the chair she flopped on about an hour ago. The woman wasn't able to sit still, or maybe it was the fact that she didn't want to sit still. Rescuing Jean and Bisera was her top priority, but none of them seemed ready. It just wasn't time yet, as everyone still seemed a bit pained or exhausted. The pain was referring mostly to Proctor, and her eyes trailed over to her out of worry. Her friend's movements were still stiff, and that had always been a concern to Alex. Even if it eventually got better, surely it was still a bother?
It was in Alexandria's nature to worry about people. Probably due to her typical, friendly demeanor. Even if she was overwhelmed with stress, like currently, she still found herself constantly fretting about everyone. Even way back when, during the one on one battles when she first met Proctor, she would worry not for her own well-being, but for her new friend. Not in the sense of Proctor being shocked, no. In fact, Alex would outright refuse to use her powers on other people. But that was just the beginning, a time when she was weak, afraid to hurt even a fly. The young girl had constantly worried about her new friend's 'transformations' and all, whatever they were. Years later she was still unable to explain what exactly it was.
Taking a deep breath, Alex couldn't stand just sitting there and doing nothing, so she decided to make herself useful. The lightning bender excused herself and walked up to the top floor, beginning to train for most of the night. Once she tired herself out, the woman sprawled out on her bed, only seeming to get a blink of sleep.
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The next day, she made her way down the stairs, more tired than usual. She ate a minimal breakfast, consisting of one plain yogurt and some coffee. At least it was something, right?
Alex was dying to get out there already. The thought of what Jean and Bisera were going through right about now was too much to bear. But she rested her head on the table, shutting her eyes for a bit more. Just a little longer, she told herself. Then the kids would be safe, and she could rest easy.
{Lol guess it worked out then! Your trip and my loss of muse haha.}
{Oh my new job is good so far! Thanks for asking! I'm still training for it though, had to watch 3 hours straight of videos the other day. ;~; And I'm sure you've never heard of it before, but it's a place called Chuck E Cheese. It's one of those arcade for places for kids, with tokens and tickets and a costume character and all that fun stuff. I'm gonna be the costumed character (Which is a rat), and a gameroom attendant so it should be interesting lol.}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 10:30:02 GMT -5
Everett DarlingHe'd fallen asleep, ashamedly. Just before Otto had woken up, Everett had put his head down, only for a few minutes (that was the plan), and the next thing he knew it was morning. Falling asleep at the table like that would've been mortifying if they didn't have much, much bigger fish to fry. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't have a good reason for just slipping off into his night's nap. His whole body was utterly fatigued, and everything ached. So it wasn't too embarrassing. What was embarrassing was that he'd fallen asleep at the table, yes, but he'd woken up in his bed. Someone had carried him up the stairs and he really didn't want to know who.
When he came down for breakfast, he looked a lot better than he had last night, and had managed to get his arm bandaged up. He was bright eyed and starving, so when he nodded to Alex, who looked like she hadn't slept at all, he tried a light joke, "Good thing we've got Val back, I am dying for a some toast." His voice sounded thin and reedy, like he wasn't quite over everything from yesterday, but he ignored it and was delighted to see they still had orange juice left. Time to rinse the taste of death out of his mouth once and for all.
Otto materialized not long after, uncharacteristically silent. His eyes were red and his face looked raw. He'd been crying, though it looks like he had done his best to try and hide it, so out of respect Everett said nothing, just nodded to him. Otto cried over a lot of things, and hearing that Jean and Bisera were in a lot of danger would've been rough for him. Hopefully he could swallow being upset and turn it into anger, because they were going to need him in the facility. Looking at him closer, the healer got a little bit nervous. Otto may've been crying, but there was a certain hardness around his eyes and mouth Everett recognized from when Marco came to Powerscourt for the second time, and they cast votes on whether or not he could stay. In this sudden grief, could Otto be misplacing his anger? He couldn't convince himself that it was impossible, because he knew it really, really wasn't. The agents may've been there for Marco yesterday, but they could've come at any day or time for any of them, and the little firebender needed to understand that. This was nobody's fault. God, I'm thinking like Proctor. Everett made a face at himself, and took another drink of his juice.
Speak of the devil, Proctor swept in, not from the stairs, but from the main door, looking breathless and rosy cheeked, like the cold air had slapped her. Everett muttered, "Shut the door, shut the door." snuggling deeper into his jumper (the only he'd peeled off last night had vanished, presumably destroyed. Very sad.) and huddling away from the direction of the drafts. Proctor looked better too, she'd washed the blood off her face and scrubbed the grease out of her hair so it sat up at fluffy angles from her face, making her almost look young, a word Everett did not normally associate with her.
She stalked across the room, gently placing a hand on Alex's shoulder as she went, evidently not caring about the shock she received, before turning towards the fridge and grabbing the first thing she saw, "There's a van," She gestured, taking a bite out of an old pancake, "Out by the docks. Abandoned. Think you could get it started? We need wheels, if we're going to do this." Proctor directed this to Alex, sitting down next to her with surprising energy. Looks like she'd gotten over her slump, she was practically bouncing up and down like a puppy, Everett could imagine a little tail wagging back and forth frantically. Was she just ready for revenge? Or maybe she could see how tired Alex looked, and she was just trying to cheer her up, because Everett had never seen Proctor, so, well, earnest looking. She even grinned mischievously, "You used to be quite good at hotwiring Kaltman. You weren't always a pillar of society."
Looks like all the rules about following rules were out the window now. Marco would be pleased.
I've heard of Chuck E Cheese!! we get a lot of american tv over here, always have, and there are certain things about America I just know, without knowing what they mean. The fact that Chuck E Cheese exists is one of these things, they always mention it in TV shows! so you're the guy in the rat costume :} what a privilege and an honor. good pay?? bc, let's be honest, the cold hard cash money is all that matter at the end of the day, amirite?)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 17, 2017 0:54:06 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "You think that's cold?" The previous night, Marco headed upstairs once the conversation ended, falling straight to sleep the second he closed his eyes. Upon waking up in the morning, he got dressed into one of his new shirts. At least the shopping hadn't been in vain. Sure half of them had been knocked out by some means, but hey, he still managed to bring back the bag. The only thing that had gone wrong was the capture of the two kids, which turned everyone's mood around. Even his. The atmosphere of the large room downstairs had been quite solemn yesterday, but when he lazily made his way downstairs, it had a different feel to it. Exhaustion with a hint of revenge.
He hadn't been wearing his 'Too Cool' shirt yet, it didn't fit the mood today. No, instead he was wearing a tank top, which read 'I FLEXED AND THE SLEEVES FELL OFF'. He had picked it out himself, but quickly regretted it as it slipped his mind that he was the embodiment of cold. If he didn't think about how cold he felt, maybe he wouldn't mind. The boy shuffled over to the fridge, his movements sluggish from recently waking up.
When Proctor opened the door, Marco's hair stood on end, and a shiver passed through his entire body. Oh, God. It was even colder outside. Just what he needed. But his ego was bigger than anything, so he didn't bother to change. Blythe wanted everyone to know exactly how strong he was, especially the agents.
He laughed at Everett's muttering. "That cold is practically nothing." But coming from the guy who was still shivering, his words didn't seem to back him up at all. Typical Marco. "Try being me, then you'll know the true meaning of blistering cold."
The twenty-one year old snatched a soda and whatever junk food he could find. That kind of food fueled him, and he needed to be ready for later. Besides, an apple didn't seem too apple-tizing to him. He chuckled to himself at the little pun about appetizing he just made up in his head, but to the others he probably just looked crazy. He always thought he was a clever one.
After cracking the lid open and chugging the soda down, he was reverted to his usual self. It didn't take much to bring him back from exhaustion. One could argue it was his huge ego, and he would agree. Alexandria Kaltman - "You've got just the person for the job." Alex groaned through her sleeve as soon as the blast of cold from outside hit her. The second the sun came up, nobody was able to get a blink of sleep around here. She spoke from experience. Powerscourt always stirred to life early in the morning, and there was no way anyone could go back to sleep with all the chattering and thin walls. Swiveling her head to glance over to the door, her eyes met with Proctor. When she felt a pat on her shoulder, she chuckled slightly.
"How long've you been awake? Seems like someone's exceptionally excited to get revenge." She spoke with a gravelly tone. Her voice had the kind of roughness as a person who literally just woke up and didn't want to talk would have, except she barely got a blink of sleep. Alex remained as she was with her head down, but she shifted to face Proctor, staring up at her with bright, gleaming eyes at the mention of hot-wiring a vehicle.
"Let's see if I still got this, shall we? But then again, this should be a piece of cake." The woman perked up and rubbed her hands together, a grin forming on her formerly exhausted face. Kaltman was fully awake and alert now. It was always a pleasure to be called on to help.
Before the government ruined her life and found out about everything, she was always wanted by the police for stealing a bunch of cars and hacking and all sorts of technical stuff. That sort of thing came easy to her, it was in her blood. However, her work was forced to stop when the government came for her. More specifically, her powers.
Pushing off of the table with a screeching noise, she quickly hopped to her feet. The lightning bender tried to stifle a yawn with her hands prior to stretching real quick, loosening up her muscles. Before she took off, she pat her close friend on the back in response before strolling over to the door.
"Give me ten minutes. It'll be like I was never gone." Grabbing her hoodie which was hanging from one of the many old, rusty nails on the wall, she gracefully slipped it over her head and headed out the door quickly. Her walk broke into a run towards the abandoned part of the dock, as she kept her promise of being quick. She expected it to be easy, as it wouldn't take long to find a van that didn't belong.
Alexandria stuffed her hands in her pockets, running against the cold wind. Her nose and cheeks were probably red already. About five minutes into her journey, she was already sniffling a bit from her runny nose. She constantly checked and double checked to make sure there was nobody, her paranoia kicking in. If there were people in this area yesterday, they were sure to come back and check again. But she would be in and out in no time, so it would be ok. She came across a huge van in no time and found her way inside, catching her breath as her hands moved fast, connecting wires and all that fun hot-wiring stuff.
The whole process took less than ten minutes, a new record for her. The van pulled up right in front of Powerscourt, and she stepped on the brakes, putting it in park. This was no time to be cautious. They would have to relocate as soon as possible after this anyway.
The lightning wielder beamed with pride as she stepped back into the warm building. "Ready when y'all are!"
{Oh wow!!!!! It never occurred to me that American TV existed in places other than America haha whoops typical American here oblivious to the rest of the world, but that's great lol. I've only ever been out of the USA when I lived in Japan, but I can barely remember a thing because I was so young lol.}
{Anyway yeah that's how I'm making my pay. Dressing in a rat costume and dancing all day. I think it's minimum wage, I was never told. So it could be as little as $7.25, which was almost 2 dollars less than my last few jobs so I'm dying a little inside. But yeah, the money is what I'm looking forward to even if it isn't that much. I'm broke, and I need money so I can buy cosplay and go to conventions. :3}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2017 8:40:08 GMT -5
Everett DarlingWhen Marco made his appearance, (wearing one of his new shirts, Everett noted), he didn't waste any time in waiting to unleash his smartass comment. "If I were you," He eyed the incredible breakfast Marco was shovelling into himself, "I'd be more worried about my blood sugar than the cold." He squished himself back against his chair, still huddled up from his brief blast of the cold outdoors (nature is horrible), "Seriously, when you get injured, how does any blood come out? Shooting you should be like shooting a bag of sugar. Messy, yes, but sweet for the rest of us." Did he drink that entire soda in one go? Everett shook his head in disgust, the doctor in him rearing it's angry medical head, "Just looking at you is giving me heartburn, stop it." He scrunched up a napkin sitting beside him and chucked the soft projectile across the table at Marco, but quickly drew his arms back to his body when he felt the cold air touch him, tucking his hands into his armpits. "If you get diabetes," He warned like an old maid, "I'm not healing you. I'm not." It felt good to joke around a bit, but he had to ignore the black thunder emitting from Otto's end of the table as he watched silently, and very unimpressed, just crunching away at his cereal. He took a bite of his own toast, but had to do so without letting his hands leave the warmth of his armpits. This involved leaning forward and snatching it off his plate, snapping it up in his mouth like a crocodile. Not very dignified (he got butter on his nose), but an effective way of preventing numb fingers. "Smeeh?" He asked, voice muffled by the bread, "I'mf an adhult. Thiff if snesiball." (Full mouth translation for those nonfluent; See? I'm an adult. This is sensible.) He tilted his head back and snapped up his slice in one go, looking triumphant by the end of it.
Bernadette Proctor "I woke up about a half hour ago, feeling as fresh as a spring lamb." She humble bragged, finishing one pancake and starting into the second, "I guess being electrocuted roughly one billion times yesterday did something to me. It's my new healthy alternative. No more branflakes necessary." She was making a lot of eye contact, like she was locked onto Alex's gaze and couldn't break it off, leaning in close to talk to her and then pulling out again, drumming her fingers against the table. She'd had nightmares last night, of course, but when she'd woken, there was a kind of terrible energy as her payoff. A part of her was excited by this - it was a change. For years it'd been the same routine; find somewhere safe, don't stay too long, don't die. Occasionally it was shaken up a bit by the arrival of new people; Val, then Otto, then Jean, then Everett, then Bisera, and then, of course, Marco, but at the end of the day, it was the same rat race when they were found, or before they were found.
This was a game changer. They were done running, they were going to go into that facility, and take back their own. They were going to change the power balance. Proctor and Alex had known for years that this was a government run organization, but last night it only clicked with her that it wasn't a very big one. If it were big, they never would've been able to outrun them for so long. She wasn't beating herself, or any of them, up, but in all honesty, if the whole government was working for DKC and his gang, then any security camera in America would've found them, right? And Everett would never have been able to leave Ireland, right? She explained all this in breathless excitement to Alex as the two of them approached the now running van, the rest of the gang behind them, looking more awake now than ever. "And that's just the thing, DKC has people he needs to answer to, and he mustn't have been able to show them results, because we kept escaping." She gestured to all of them, thinking of Marco's own scars, "I bet things are getting tense in their headquarters because we've been leading them on a wild goose chase for so long. I think, if we go there today, and we do our worst," she emphasised the the word with a grin, unable to stop herself, "We can prove ourselves worth more trouble than they originally thought. It's a long shot, I know, but if we destroy the facility, then that's the crux of almost ten years gone, with nothing to show for it." She stopped just outside the vehicle, gulping in the cold air to make up for how dry her throat felt.
"I just-" She tried to remember what had felt so clear last night, "I think that we might be able to put an end to this." She raised her eyes to look at Powerscourt, which would sit empty now for the first time in awhile, "Scare them off. And the ones we can't scare off..." Proctor couldn't ask any of her friends here to kill the agents. That was something you had to live with for the rest of your life, and they weren't soldiers. They were runaways. But she knew what she wanted to do, and nothing was going to stop her. "On a lighter note," She snapped her head up, "Can anyone drive? I'm a little rusty, and we really don't have the time or space today for a crash."
00: ur mr worldwide!! you've been all over!! ive lived in ireland my whole life lol minimum wage is a real stinker 3:< jeez. every little helps though, right? and you seem to have a very worthy cause to fight for :D )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 18, 2017 15:36:20 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Pick meeeeeee!!!!!!!" Rolling his eyes as dramatically as possible, he kicked his feet up on the table, his chair leaning on the two back legs as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Aww, someone's worried about me. How sweet is that?" Marco chuckled, moving one arm to pat his bffl on the back, leaning as close as he could to the guy without toppling over so he was able to reach.
"Heyyy buddy, what's 'sweet for the rest of us' mean now?" The guy tilted his head, having a vague idea of what it meant. "Shall I go grab another then, Darling?" His tone was clearly sarcstic, and he was amused while watching Everett's expression turn to one of disgust. Blythe leaned back further, cracking up at his own joke so hard he had to wipe his eyes before tears started rolling down his face. Everett's last name was just so perfect to use against him. He couldn't stop laughing as Everett snatched the toast with his mouth. This was how he tried to stay as warm as possible? Ha, well it was clever. He gave the healer that much. Marco couldn't remember the last time he had laughed this hard, but he was certainly feeling good today. Only when the door opened once again did his laughter die down.
"If it isn't the two lovebirds. How was the date?" After receiving a look from Proctor, he put his hands up.
When the leader asked if anyone could drive, Marco shot his hand up immediately. The others...didn't really seem fond of the idea of the 'reckless Marco Blythe' driving. With the looks on everyone's faces, it was easy to tell. Marco cleared his throat and spoke in his defense. "The least everyone can do is put some faith in me. I know how to drive." He muttered, his face flustered and his tone a bit quieter than usual, looking a little embarrassed. "I know the place, and I can get everyone there in a timely matter. I swear I won't crash the thing." He was standing in the middle of the room now, waiting rather impatiently for a decision to be made. "Unless you want someone who's a little rusty to drive." He turned and smirked at Proctor, giving a little wave. Everyone grabbed their jackets (Except Marco, he was trying to show off) and walked outside, like kids ready to leave for a field trip.
It was his turn to be excited, bouncing up and down which was likely due to the all the sugar he practically inhaled moments ago. Passing by the two lovers, (That's what it looked like to him anyway) he pulled open the door to the driver's seat, eyes as wide as a puppy. "Come onnnnn, I have to." Alexandria Kaltman - "I'll do more than just destroy the place. When I'm done with it, it'll be a pile of ash." "It really sparked something in you, you mean?" Alex raised an eyebrow, throwing a pun in there to try and ease her nerves. Besides, life just wasn't the same without a couple jokes every now and then! "You know, in some places, there is a such thing as shock treatment. Probably...not nearly as much as I do...but still. If you ever wanna try it again, let me know." They both shared a laugh, and that moment felt nice. "Glad to see you're back to your usual self this morning. We all needed a little motivation." She had looked up at Proctor with a warm smile before they had stepped in Powerscourt, bundling up in coats and jackets and everything. Whatever Marco was doing with a tank top on was beyond her. That boy went to the extremes if he ever set his mind to something. In a way, she respected that. But she had to wonder how he did it. How he had that much determination, and also how he didn't seem to let the facility or the agents bother him. He had been in the facility alone, right? Which meant escaping alone. Must have been pretty terrifying, even for a guy like him. Speaking of, she was also curious as to how Proctor dealt with those things. Surely they both had nightmares haunting them every night like she did? But she didn't want to resurface old memories, so she never asked. Maybe it was just her who couldn't shake the feeling of everything they did to her. She could almost feel the pain, as if it was yesterday. Maybe it was because she was weak. Alexandria wasn't able to defeat DKC after all.
"The plan sounds great." She nodded slowly, worried that something would go wrong. If it wasn't them getting tranqualized, it was them getting injured. Not only that, she was afraid that she was going to be a burden. She was about to go to a place that could trigger her horrible memories she had purposely tried to lock away. Anyway, her entire body was shivering, yet everything except her eyes were covered by her coat. "I've always wanted to unleash heII on that inhumane place." She was clenching her fists tightly, nails digging into her skin before she released her grip. Her thirst for revenge had grown, but so did her doubts. We got this. We...we can do it. Everyone will be ok. Right? Right. She reassured herself, waiting to load the van. It didn't really matter to her who drove. As long as they got there in one piece, she didn't have any objections. She was just freezing out here, and she wanted any sort of warmth. Otto was probably doing fine with his powers, so maybe he could be the space heater for the van as soon as they stepped in. The boy was rather quiet today, so out of worry her eyes fell on him to see how he was doing.
{I still have lots of places I want to visit haha. What's it like in Ireland? Do you think Americans have funny accents? I've always wanted to know what we sound like to others lol. XD I live in Texas, but I don't think I have a southern accent or anything. I do say y'all though, which is probably funny to you. }
{Yeah every little bit helps! Also I'm probably gonna be way busier soon, because I not only have a job, but my college is starting back up in 10 days. I should be able to respond every night, unless I'm too tired.}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2017 9:36:19 GMT -5
Everett DarlingIt wasn't that he didn't trust Marco, he just didn't trust him behind the wheel of a van. You could trust someone with your life, but not a Ford, right? Everett was fairly confident he could see his own thoughts reflected on the faces around him as the silence stretched out after Marco's plea. The healer was still a little annoyed at being teased at breakfast (not even original teases. Everyone in the world had had a crack at his surname. And Marco's name was impossible to make a pun out of. The best he'd ever come up with was Scythe from Blythe, and that wasn't embarrassing, that was cool.) so he didn't speak up in his friend's defence.
Otto broke the silence, speaking for the first time today, "I'd rather let Helen Keller drive me." He said this none too kindly, glaring over at Marco from behind the upturned collars of his jacket. Looks like he was angry after all. Proctor, who'd been listening to Alex with a smile on her face, seemed to be regretting putting the question out there for anyone to answer, because no one else had. She looked from face to face, hoping for some kind of saviour and came up empty. When she got to Everett, he just shrugged slightly, unable to help. He could drive three years ago, but the cars in the UK were different from the cars here, and he really would kill everyone. Proctor, admitting defeat, turned back to Marco, "Looks like you're our chauffeur, monsieur Blythe. Try not to kill anyone."
Everyone piled into the van, with Proctor in the passenger's seat beside Marco and the rest of them in the back. It was damp, and had a very suspicious smell, but it was large enough for everyone and it could drive, which were the only requirements it had to make. There was nothing to sit on though, just a mangy old rug, and he coveted Marco and Proctor's actual seats with unadulterated envy. He was pretty impressed that this thing could move at all, Alex had certainly worked wonders on it. "You really can hotwire things then?" He said, glancing at her, "I always thought you were leading me on when you said that." It wouldn't be the first time people with powers tricked him. He used to think Otto had healing tears, and that's why he cried so much. And he had no IDEA what Jean could do for ages. For some reason he assumed something with animals.
Everett was sitting just behind Marco, and though you weren't meant to distract the driver, especially a sort of rusty driver who was taking them on a near-death missions, it didn't stop him from reaching up and flicking the back of his head a few times. Teach him to tease me. At breakfast, no less. "Hey." He rested his chin on the backseat propping his face up at Marco's shoulder, "Hey. Hey. Don't crash. Don't kill us all, Marco. That wouldn't be very cool of you." His name might be untouchable but his abilities were a playground of potential puns.
The van wasn't all that comfortable, but it was getting very warm very quickly. Powerscourt was big enough to disperse the heat Otto generated out of his quiet anger, but here, there was nowhere for it to move. In comparison, the driver's seat was already freezing from Marco's presence and Proctor was pulling gloves out of her pockets and putting them on. Looks like this is going to be one hell of a ride. He thought grimly, glancing back at Val and Otto sitting by the doors.
sorry that this is kind of a 'nothing' post! 00: i liked your last one tho ^^' marco's a savage would you be interested in any romantic subplots for these characters? i just really love their interactions ':3
I don't know about funny accents, but they certainly are distinctive! I was at this lesbian bar called Muriel's downtown and there was this really pretty girl beside me, and i was like, lowkey listening in on her conversation, and when she spoke she had the thickest new orleans accent i've ever heard and it caught me completely by surprise lol. it was nice tho! the thing about american accents is that they can be so radically different, despite being from the same country, and i think that's what throws people. it's ok! i understand about being busy and not having any time/energy to respond ~ your college starts up pretty soon!! is your summer over already?? )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 19, 2017 23:23:54 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Monsieur Blythe. Really rolls off the tongue, don't you think?" Marco huffed at Otto's harsh words, intertwining his hands and stretching them forward, popping his knuckles. "I can drive!" He argued with the younger boy. "I had a license...before it got suspended." The last statement he added under his breath, continuing to mutter to himself that it wasn't his fault that he was going a hundred over the speed limit.
"Thanks for this wonderful opportunity, madame. You won't regret it." A smirk came over his face as he turned, practically jumping in the driver's seat. Once all the doors were shut, he made himself comfortable when he felt annoying flicking on the back of his head. He turned his body, with a look that said, really? "Even I'm not careless enough to crash a van." Rolling his eyes, he made sure everyone was accounted for, faced forward, adjusted the rear-view mirror, and stepped on the gas. At first it was pretty nice and smooth, making a couple turns here and there, heading through the back roads. He tapped a button and the radio sprang to life with music. He left whatever station it was on, and apparently it was a pop station. He cranked up the volume for everyone in the back to hear, and he eventually came onto a straight road which lead most of the way there.
"DESSSSPAAAACITO~" The radio blasted that one Spanish song by Justin Bieber, and the van began to accelerate faster and faster, eventually going over a hundred miles per hour. This is what he meant by getting there in a timely manner. Marco started singing with the song at the 'Despacito' parts, enjoying his time behind the wheel. Rolling the window down, he leaned his left arm outside, enjoying the feeling that the breeze provided. The boy kept his eyes on the road and began drumming the side of the car to the beat of the music, while his other hand stayed on the wheel to keep it heading straight.
"Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo Despacito~" Marco tried to imitate the song, stumbling on most of the words because he did not know the language.
It had been a year maybe since he lost his license privileges, but breaking the law seemed to be an everyday thing for him now. However, he throughly enjoyed it. It provided a thrill, and oh boy was he a daredevil. Marco could not imagine a life where he obeyed the rules of society, going to school or a job everyday. That would be unbearable to him, doing the same thing every single day.
The straight two-lane road they were on was completely empty on this fine morning, and he was glad about that. The last thing they needed was the police. They spent about a half an hour on that same highway heading south, passing by a lot of empty land and forests. It had been a long walk after escaping, so at least they had a van. The government sure did like to hide their facilities though. If some regular person happened to stumble upon it, it would mean bad news for the government. The agents couldn't let anyone find out about about their illegal experiments on humans, after all. Alexandria Kaltman - "This isn't a karaoke bar." Climbing into the back of the van, she took the spot behind the passengers seat where Proctor was, standing up for now. Once she settled in, she patted the floof which was Proctor's hair. The van began to move, and not wanting to get thrown around with all the sudden turns, sat down on the uncomfortable floor while leaning against the side.
"What can I say, I've always been good with tech and stuff." Alex responded, nodding her head yes. "Surprised? Well, I am too. Never thought I would steal cars for a living." Giving a small laugh, she watched the scenery go by out the front window.
It started to get really hot in her coat, probably due to the heat radiating off of Otto in waves, so she slipped it off, setting it on the floor beside her. Curling up into a little ball, she rested her head on her coat as if it was a pillow, and closed her eyes, deciding to shut her eyes for a little until they got there. That was, she wouldn't have to worry too much.
She at least thought she could sleep, but there was no way. It wasn't just the obnoxious music, it was everything else too. Sitting up after about ten minutes, she could feel the van start to increase in speed. It didn't seem to slow down either, and she just felt worse. Giving up her attempt to rest, she used her hands to prop herself back up.
"Slow down a bit man. Do you have a death wish? Also I'm tired of this station." She reached forward and messed with the knob to change the stations, stopping on a song by a certain Carly Rae Jepsen. She plopped back down, leaving it on that station because she hated hearing Marco's horrible singing to Despacito. She sighed a bit at Marco's objection, but told him to leave it, or else she was going to kick him out of the van right now. The boy shut his mouth and took his hand back immediately, but didn't slow down. As long as she got him to do something, it was an accomplishment.
Alex was slightly worried about Otto as well due to the fact it was steadily growing warmer and warmer, so she put on a small smile. "Hey, you good? You know, you still have bragging right over those two I've heard." She nodded her head in Everett's and Marco's direction. Marco groaned in the front seat, clearly annoyed that Alexandria had to bring it up right now. The woman only smiled further as she addressed Otto.
Jean Kirshner - "H-hello?"
Jean had woken up a while ago, and his first thought was if Bisera was ok. He glanced around the room, but all he saw was white walls and tools and charts, sort of like a doctor's office. After his failed attempt to sit up did he realize he was tied down with leather straps on his wrists and ankles. Just then he realized where he was, and he began to have a panic attack, for real this time. But nobody came to check on him. Not when he woke up, not even an hour later. He already tried shouting, already tried using his powers, but nothing seemed to work. He heard faint talking from beyond the door, but they eventually went away.
During the time he was alone, he was frequently panicking and worrying about Bisera and the others who left to go help Marco and Everett. Were the others here too? Or were they safe? It didn't seem like he was ever going to know, because nobody came into his small, cold room.
"A-anyone?" He called for the millionth time, wanting to see someone, but at the same time not. His voice had trailed off at the end, and Jean took a shaky breath, wanting to go home. This was his fault. It was all his fault. If he had taken care of that first agent, then none of this would have happened. But he ran because he was a coward. And in the end, he couldn't even save his friend. He was pathetic, useless. Jean didn't even want to go back to see the others, because he was ashamed of his actions. He just wanted to go away from everything. Once again, he tried to use his powers, trying to shift his hand to face towards the table of tools and clipboards. He was successful in making the table fall over with a loud clang, papers and tools flying everywhere. Maybe that would get someone's attention. All Jean wanted was to ask about Bisera. Even if he couldn't do anything, he wanted to know if she was ok.
He heard footsteps and hushed voices outside, and he gathered his confidence, raising his voice ever so slightly. "Hello?" The voices stopped, but he knew the group of people were still right outside of his little containment room. "I want to talk to someone! Please." He struggled wildly against the straps once more but got nowhere, breathing hard as he came to a stop.
{It isn't a nothing post! I loved it! XD And thanks lol, Marco's just a huge nerd. And yesses I would totally be up for romantic subplots!!!!!!!!!!! :3 I love their interactions too lol. ;D}
{Heavy accents are so funny I love them. XDDD And I guess my summer is pretty much over, I don't have as much time as I used to unfortunately. Most of my summer was spent doing nothing, and I was happy about that, but now I really need to fix my sleeping schedule lol.}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2017 12:09:57 GMT -5
Everett Darling"Alexandria Kaltman, I can't believe you're a criminal." Everett shook his head in mock shame, "All this time I've looked up to you as a personal hero and now..." He shook his head, "I'm going to have to find a new one."
He wasn't sure what was worse, the speed or the singing. His mind was made up about two seconds later, it was the singing. "Stop." Everett groaned, rocking his head forwards so that his face was squished half into the headrest and half into Marco's shoulder, "Oh my god, stop. You can drive, and you can wield the incredible element of ice, but you cannot sing, Marco." He pressed his hands against his ears in protest, whining, "If you care about me, or respect the spanish language, you'll stop."
They were lucky the road was empty, because Marco seemed to be under the impression that he was playing Mario Kart, not driving an actual van. Proctor looked like she was regretting her decision to pass over the driver's seat immensely, half death glare half terrified glances, "Slow. Down. Right now." Her good mood was either gone, or reserved only for Alex, (he'd be inclined to vote on either of those) because at the moment she looked close to committing a very serious crime. "If we crash and die, and the last thing I hear is you butchering that song, I'm going to kill you." She warned in a low voice, that somehow managed to carry itself across the van. Everett turned his head so that his face wasn't pressed down anymore and sighed, "Do you just, want to die Marco? I mean, when we first met, you'd been shot for just, like, existing." He reminded everyone, reaching across the barrier and poking the part of his chest where there'd been a bullet hole two days ago (it was surprisingly firm. Well, not surprisingly, Marco was obviously in good shape despite his heinous diet, it was just a bit of a shock. Not unpleasant, by any means, but. Not what he was expecting.), "Then you try and single handedly take on the agents in the store," He grumbled, thinking about how he'd been instructed to leave, "And now you're auditioning for the next lead in the new Fast and Furious movie, on an icy road, in a van full of superpowered individuals, who all hate you, by the way."
Salvation came in the form of Alex's arm reaching through and changing the radio station, signifying the end of Marco's short lived music career, "I changed my mind, you're my personal hero again." He nodded to the young woman, "I'm sorry I ever doubted you." She had the right idea, trying to get some more sleep, but there was no way he could sleep, not in this position, not at the speed they were hurtling towards their deaths at, and certainly not listening not pop music.
Bernadette Proctor, Otto Bendicott She didn't keep many secrets from the Powerscourt gang. She couldn't, not with the level of trust they required from each other and the close proximity they kept, but there were a few things she kept private. Her first name, for instance. She hated her first name, but rather than change it, she just went by her surname. Proctor was fairly confident only Alex even knew her name was Bernadette anymore, and it had been a long time since she'd been called that. Alex knew most of her pseudo-secrets, like being scared of jellyfish, or how insecure she was about her anisocoria when she was younger. One better kept secret was how much she loved Carly Rae Jepsen. Everything about the pop star's style implied Proctor would hate her music, because she was no big fan of the genre as a whole, but something about her songs just... clicked with the tall woman. She wrote bangers, simple as that. Call Me Maybe was a masterpiece. Maybe, if she was drunk and feeling honest, Proctor would also admit having a little crush on her, but she was neither of those things right now. Right now, she was regretting ever meeting Marco because all the time spent with him was going to lead up to her killing him.
When the icy boy's hand reached up to change the station back, Proctor's own snapped out and batted it down, "Don't." After a split-second-long begrudging silence, she shuffled into her seat and admitted, "I love this song." The passenger's seat was freezing, holy hell. Marco's influence on the world around him was remarkable, but she wasn't about to say that at the moment.
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Otto listened to everyone joking around with disgust, bordering on rage. He didn't fully understand everything about the agency, he didn't want to, all he knew was that his friends were in danger, everyone was mucking around, and that the only reason the agents had been there that day was because they were after Blythe. He was close to Jean and Bisera, he was the closet in the gang to either of their ages, and neither of them got embarrassed whenever he started to cry at something. Being told what happened to them was rough. He was worried sick. He was furious with himself for not being able to help, and feeling so helpless in the face of real danger. He was embarrassed about being knocked out, and scared about being shot again. But he didn't know exactly how to deal with these tricky emotions, and simply turned them into a familiar anger. Anger, he could deal with. It was easier than grief.
He didn't look at Alex, turning his face away from her, glaring at the backdoor of the van, and stayed hunched up in the corner, arms crossed around his raised knees, "I'm fine." He registered Marco's groaning, and thought he heard Everett tutting, but didn't bother even glancing at them, "And it was nothing. I was just doing my job." Something about his voice, the way he emphasised his words, implied he believed that there were certain members who hadn't, but he said nothing more about it.
He was being tossed around in the back as the van flew at an incredible speed, jumping up and down the road. Rather suddenly, he turned his head towards the driver's seat and snapped, "I thought you said you could drive! You're such a pain!" In the front of the van Proctor glanced over her shoulder, frowning at the outburst, but not overly surprised by it, "Easy Otto. Calm down." She'd seen him when he was angry, and he was careless. They did not want him catching fire right now, he might kill Val and Alex in the back from proximity alone. What was surprisingly was the way Otto then turned on her, usually he deferred to what she was saying, "Shut up! He is, and you know it!"
Nell Briar "Easy, tiger." She kept her voice low and steady when she entered the room. The boy was still tired up, that was good. When she heard the clatter she'd assumed he'd escaped. Still, no need to panic. He wasn't getting out of here any time soon. She had a purple bruise blossoming where Blythe had punched her, but still managed to maintain her doll-like appearance, including the empty black eyes. "There's no need to yell." She stopped by the papers he'd knocked over and gently put them back where they belonged.
"You're confused, that's understandable." She approached him where he was tied up, hands behind her back like an army general, "You're scared too, also understandable. But there's no need for tears, not right now. Your friend is fine." She assured him with a flippant hand, "Just a little groggy. The drug hits hard on younger people, but we have only the best here, and she'll be well cared for." His clipboard didn't have a name, only listed what they assumed was the range of his powers. With a little more time, they'd have fully identified him. "But this place isn't a one way street young man," She lowered her voice, leaning in slightly, "Any show of aggravation from you, and you, and your friend, get punished. I'm sure you've spoken to Bernadette and Alexandria about their times here, and they may or may not have told you that this is a place you do not want to be in, if you can't follow rules. It's the opposite too of course," She drew back, voice returning to it's normal pitch, "Cooperate with us, and you'll both have a far more enjoyable time here."
Along the length of one side of the room was a one way mirror. They'd be watching the boy with great interest. Nell was just part of the furniture, they knew what she could do, but the higher ups were always excited with a new toy. She pulled a chair over and sat down neatly, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her lap. Underneath her hands was the recognizable black shape of a taser. She didn't bother trying to hide it. "We can start with your name, and the name of your friend in the other room." Almost like it was the first day of school, she tilted her head and continued, "I can introduce myself if it makes you feel more comfortable. My name is Agent Briar, but I'm also know as Nell to close friends and unfortunate family members. I work here at our facility as an intermedium," interrogator, "Between our guests and our staff. Occasionally, I do field work. Like yesterday, when I met your friends down the town. Rowdy bunch. You lot certainly are close, which is why if you tell me your name, your friend's name, and exactly what the two of you can do, I'll let you see her. I'm sure you want to talk to her."
fixing a sleeping schedule is a dangerous game 00: takes a strong will. may your efforts be worth it.)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 21, 2017 0:21:33 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Come on Everett...we're friends! Pals! Amigos!" "But singing is my passion." Marco clutched his hand that was hanging out the window into a fist and held it above his heart. "I really need to hit up a karaoke bar someday. You should come too Everett, we could do a duet to that song." Marco took his eyes off the road for a split second to turn his head and glance at the boy leaning on his shoulder. Marco only really stopped after his third complaint, from Proctor herself (Which was actually just a plain threat). "Fineeeeeeeeeee." He reluctantly stepped on the brakes, slowing down gradually until he hit the actual speed limit, a mere sixty miles per hour. That was practically nothing, he felt like he was only going about one mile an hour. He could hear small sighs of relief from everyone, and he shook his head to himself. They didn't know a great singer even if one was right in front of them. He always thought he sounded good in the shower, but that was, like, forever ago. Not the showering part, of course he still freshened up. Otherwise everyone would be dying of his horrible body odor. And the driving, it was a straight road and there were no cars on it. What was so bad about that? (He was so accustomed to the cold that he didn't realize it was cold and the roads could be icy.) "Alright, alright, I stopped already. But I'd like to argue that my singing is, in fact, the best." Blythe sighed long and deeply at his first comment, but that turned into a low snicker.
"No, I don't have a death wish, and no, I do not want to die. And also, you wouldn't be able to kill me if we were already dead." He addressed Alexandria, Everett, and Proctor, clearing things up for them, slapping both of his hands on the steering wheel, because apparently it was 'safe'. "My new favorite hobby includes staring death in the face. It all started two days ago and I find it thrilling. Really gives you this new appreciation for everything. You should try it sometime." The ice wielder raised an eyebrow, moving his right hand up to adjust the mirror so he could see Everett as he poked him where the bullet had been lodged in two days ago. The boy threatened to lick Everett's arm if he poked him one more time. He was definitely a child at heart, even now, at twenty-one years old. He couldn't do anything serious, therefore he was never taken seriously. He just thought joking around would lighten the mood up before going to the worst place imaginable, he wasn't trying to make things worse.
The boy dared a glance at Proctor after Everett listed everything he had done wrong, but she was already giving him a death glare. Once Everett finally finished listing everything, he could have sworn her death glare just got worse, if that was even possible. If looks could kill, he would be dead ten times over already. He had only been in Powerscourt for what, two days? And everyone already seemed to hate him. Wow, a new record. It wasn't anything to be proud of, but it was pretty funny. "Hey man, you don't have to list everything I did!" He complained, slowing down and turning the huge van onto another road. Besides the speeding earlier, he was pretty much obeying the rest of the laws, and yes, even putting on his blinker, despite there being absolutely nobody around them. One would think that this entire area was abandoned, but you just had to dig a little deeper before you find things you don't wanna find. The lab being one of them. "See, I can drive if I want to!" He responded to Otto's snapping. But why go slow in an emergency? This was more than just a rescue mission, it was a survival mission.
When Proctor admitted straight up that she loved this song, Marco laughed in surprise. "Well, go ahead. The stage is all yours." He would pay good money to hear Proctor sing, but he knew she wouldn't do it. He was just so in shock that the continually stressed, serious, grumpy-every-morning leader (Who was ready to strangle him) would love a cheerful, upbeat song like this. This song was about giving someone their number among other girly things, it was never a song to be taken seriously. He still could not believe Proctor would listen to this in the first place, it was so unlike her.
Blythe just waited (Rather impatiently I might add) for the song to be over. The next song was by Taylor Swift, and he assumed this was probably a station for teenage girls. The rest of the trip, he was left to suffer with what was probably a playlist of middle school break up songs. Finally, the scenery ended and became this huge field, surrounded by a tall electric fence and barbed wire. In the middle of the property was this gigantic white building. The barbed wire was new, and they seemed to have upped their security with a little guard station where the vans would go in and out. The ice wielder readied his fist, preparing to knock a man out. Alexandria Kaltman - "Well, there it is." Standing up, she leaned on Proctor's seat, messing with Proctor's hair a little, fixing the parts where it stuck out.
"Me? A criminal?" A dramatic gasp escaped her lips, trying to sound as sincere as possible like she had no idea. "I am no such thing!" The woman raised her left hand to her mouth, but she couldn't hold a straight face for long. She burst out in laughter, holding onto the seat in front of her. She listened to Everett and Marco's bickering about his singing (Which sounded more like a dying animal) with a look of amusement, which ended in Marco giving in any going quiet. Suddenly she had to grab onto the seat in front of her with both hands for dear life as the van slowed down drastically. The last thing she wanted was to fly back and knock out Valerie and Otto. She wasn't the only one who felt that years were taken off of her life just by being around Marco. Everett and Proctor felt the same too, she could tell by the unamused look in their eyes.
When the van slowed to a steady speed, she ran a hand through her own hair. "I'm always honored to meet a loyal fan like you." Alex proudly exclaimed, happy to know she was a hero to someone. It made her feel good about herself. She needed it now, right before the huge fight that was going to go down.
She then straightened up, leaning forward again to put her head on the headrest. It was then that she noticed how cold the front was. The back could now be considered Death Valley, and the front was the top of Mount Everest. Two completely different climates compacted in one medium-sized van. After Marco continued his quiet streak, basking in defeat as he was forced to listen to the song, she could have sworn she saw ice crystals forming on the steering wheel. Alex bent down and grabbed her fleece jacket from where she laid it on the floor, draping it over Proctor. She was just trying to be of some help to the beyond stressed out Proctor. The only thing that appeared to be keeping her sane in this van was Carly Rae Jepsen's Call Me Maybe song. Marco looked like he was about to scream if he heard another verse of this cheery song, (His face was stuck with an annoyed expression) but even he seemed to know better than to disrupt Proctor's favorite song. Looks like the music wasn't up to him anymore.
"Here, it's coated with fur on the inside. Really warm." She really didn't know how Proctor put up with it. The freezing cold. It was probably like, what, below freezing? As the cold came in direct contact with her skin, she had to retreat back a little towards the warmth.
She grew completely silent as the facility came into view, taking a ragged breath. Looks like they added a lining of barbed wire around the top of the tall electric fence. Wow, great. The electric fence meant nothing to her, that was aimed at the others. So putting two and two together, she realized the barbed wire was probably meant for her. It was also an extra countermeasure for their escapes, but they didn't have anyone to try it out on.
The gigantic white building looked more like a maximum security prison than a lab, and that's just how she remembered it. Time seemed to slow down the closer they got, her heart was starting to pound, and her hair stood on end. This was it, there was no turning back now.
Jean Kirshner - "What are you going to do to us?"
Jean froze as the door opened, and his eyes darted to whoever it was who just entered the small room. A woman, great. The first thing he noticed about her was the swollen eye. He could only imagine who did that. (It had to be Marco, who else?)
The young boy was wary of her, body tense and breathing growing quiet. He instantly regretted calling for someone, because she was absolutely terrifying. In his position, with barely being able to defend himself, anyone would be frightening. The boy didn't speak, he just listened to what the older lady had to say, watching her pick up the papers he knocked down. When she said that his friend was fine, he relaxed ever so slightly, his eyes showing a bit of relief, but it didn't last long at all after she threatened the both of them if he did anything they didn't like.
She was right, he had spoken to both Proctor and Alexandria about their time here, but neither of them told him much. Probably to spare the teen the horrible details. He never imagined he would be living it.
Jean's eyes were wide and his palms were still facing towards her, but the fear of punishing Bisera if he did anything wrong was stronger. The air bender didn't try and attack her, even though he really wanted to.
The taser immediately caught his attention and he took in a sharp breath, but the fact that she was sitting near him was unsettling enough. He didn't really pay much attention to her, lost in his thoughts. He didn't know what to do at that point. Did he tell them their names? Names weren't all that important, right? It wouldn't give anything away, right? He had been told at one point not to tell them anything, then again to only tell them stuff if it was a last resort. Was this one of those times? Once the lady finished introducing herself, he opened his mouth then closed it for a second, hesitating. Well, he could only hope names weren't that important. They could use names to track people...he thought...but he had no choice or else Bisera would be punished. And the thought of someone else's safety resting on him was too much to bear. He was surprised to hear that he would be able to see Bisera if he just told him those simple things. But then they would know exactly what the two of them could do, and already start to find ways to counter them, so he didn't get his hopes up.
"I'm..." Pause, "Jean. And her name is Bisera." He only gave their first names for now, it was the safest option. He was trying to be all smart, trying to answer without answering completely, but his plan wasn't going to last that long. About their powers, he took a minute to carefully craft a reply.
"Haven't the other agents told you already? The ones that took us in? They know what we can do. Go ask them." This wasn't a form of aggravation in any way, just some harmless talk. So there was nothing she could do about it. He smirked afterwards, playing the hard game with her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 5:53:47 GMT -5
"Marco, I stare death in the face every single time I leave the house with you." Everett commented grimly. "I don't need to add it to my list of hobbies, because you add it to my daily routine. It would be like calling brushing my teeth a hobby, or doing laundry. It has simply become a way of life." He gave a dramatic, forlorn sigh that was cut off midway when the van slowed down too quickly and he bumped his face against the seat rest, heat flaring up in his nose. He wasn't really injured, it was just that uncomfortable sensation you get when you walk into a wall. He sat up, pressing his hands to his nose, glaring at the back of Marco's head, "You did that on purpose. Cow." The pain in his nose (which he gingerly rubbed with the tips of his fingers), made it so that he couldn't even enjoy the new found knowledge that Proctor liked pop music. Oh well. He'd just store that away for a later date. The information could still be used against her, somehow.
The rest of the journey passed without too much incident it seemed. He saw Marco glance mournfully at the radio station more than once, but Proctor was emitting very strong 'Choose your next move carefully' vibes, and the station remained on. Otto shut up after his outburst, but Everett's emotional abilities told him that the this conversation was far from over, and he sat, seething in the back plotting bloody murder. Maybe he'd feel better after they burnt this place to the ground.
Everett glanced over his shoulder at the back of the van, hoping to see a random pipe or something, but was left wanting, "I need a weapon." He stated, "Like a big stick or something. No one happens to be carrying a large knife, do they?" He should've taken something from Powerscourt before they left, but all they really had there was butter knives anyway. When the facility drew into view, he shut up, watching the imposing building on the distance. So this was really happening, huh? Any sharp death threat Proctor had manufactured in her violent mind towards Marco for laughing at her taste in music (life is tough as it is, sometimes it's nice to hear something happy, ok??) died in it's early stages when she felt something warm fall across her broad shoulders. She glanced back, surprised, and gave a little nod to Alex, "Thanks." She pulled it closer to herself, already feeling herself heat up (but that might have been the blush on her face rather than the furry blanket.) She could handle six deadly agents and she could escape their facility, but one small, thoughtful gesture from her best friend and she was left stranded. Go figure.
"I will sing when the sun burns out and the sky falls down, Blythe. It is not a pleasant experience for anyone." She warned, thinking darkly back to drunken two-women-karaoke nights when it was just her and Alex. Proctor was no song bird. She had even howled though, once or twice, unwillingly. Her good mood died on her tongue when the facility came into view. It was bigger then she remembered. Looks like they'd bought an extension, "Stop the van here, Marco." She kept her eyes focused on the distance, "We've got a better chance getting closer on foot."
There were still a few trees here, enough to give them cover. Once they got Jean and Bisera, she would send someone back to bring the van closer, but for now, the roads were too exposed for them to get anywhere near the gate.
She found her unwilling thinking of her own time here. When she'd first came here, she was ten, and she got out when she was twelve (maybe. The ages and years were sketchy in her mind.) The first time she'd gotten out, it was a sneaky affair, she hadn't hit her growth spurt yet, and was small enough to squeeze under tables and the trunk of large cars, though by the time they found her again when she was 16, that time had passed, as she'd almost tripled her height and had become packed with muscles. The scientists put it down to her abilities. Proctor put it down to eating her vegetables.
Her second time here was more memorable. Not long after they brought her in, being much more careful this time, they found Alex too. Although most of her time there was a nasty blur, she could remember seeing Alex for the first time as clear as day. The human buzz machine. Perfectly designed to keep Proctor down when she got out of hand. Her hair was a bit longer back then, and she'd had the skinny little build of a bird. It had been a long time since Proctor had seen anyone her own age, and she wouldn't stop staring, even though she knew it was rude. A few months later, they didn't need Alex to keep Proctor in check because they'd built as very special taser, but she eventually built up an immunity to it. Looks like they did need Kaltman after all. They spent a lot of time together after fights, it was meant to make them resent each other, but it backfired severely, because about a year later, they escaped together, this time with a lot more flare. It was a good memory. She clung to the feeling of joy in destruction now, it was essential for keeping a level head.
"Val, you're on door duty. We need you to blow as many holes in the walls as you can without knocking the building down yet. Otto and Alex, you're our scouts, it's your job to stay ahead of us and make as big a distraction as you can. Everett, Marco, you're with me in the middle, we need to find Jean and Bisera. They might be drugged," She nodded to Marco, "Or injured," She turned to Everett, "But they'll definitely be heavily guarded. What's more - they're going to be excepting us. Don't hesitate, don't give them any opportunity. The tasers are natsy, but the tranquilizer is the one to avoid. When we've got them, I'll send a mass text," She dug out her bulky flip phone, "So keep your sound on. Once we've got them, destroy the place, and head back to the van. Val, you're our heavy hitter when it comes to demo. Have fun out there." "What lovely names." She gave a cold smile, jotting that down. So he wasn't coughing up surnames? That was fine. Names weren't all that important here anyway, they were only necessary to see if these kids had any family out there looking for them. She met a lot of liars in her time, people trying to be tough about stupid things, so she knew this boy was telling the truth. He was worried, he was just a kid, and he wanted this to be as easy a possible. They mainly came in like this, though whether or not it lasted was a different story. She could remember the first time the escapees had been brought in, all three of them. That ice wielder had a real smart mouth and it never faded. She remembered Kaltman as quietly intelligent. Dangerous little girl, they should've been more careful with her. The first time Bernadette had been brought in, she'd cried instantly, her instincts telling her to run without her fully knowing why. The second time, there'd been a lot of swearing and spitting, even snapping. In the end, they just gagged her and put her back in her old cell.
Looks like this kid could be bribed by his friend, which stood to reason she would be the same. Would that last? When they were forced to fight? Would they even care about each other by this time two months? She raised her head when he spoke, making unbreaking eye contact, "Because Field Agents are idiots. And you lot have proven yourselves to be quite clever in the past, sometimes you hold your cards to your chest, or you fake a certain ability to hide another. For instance, your friend, Bernadette? When she first came here, we thought her abilities were as simple as super strength. It wasn't until we drove a metal rod into her skull that we found out she had transformational powers too." She spoke very slowly, choosing each word carefully, but also casually, as if this happened here ever day. "Is that how you and Bisera want to do things, Jean? Is it? You can try and lie and save yourself, but at the end of the day, we're going to find out. You could help us take a much cleaner path."
imagine if proctor howled at the tv during nature documentaries likes dogs do)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 22, 2017 2:15:29 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Hurry it up! We don't have time to spare!" "I didn't do it on purpose I swear!" The ice bender defended himself. "I just pressed the brakes a little two hard. I wouldn't hurt a fly." Except the last part, he was telling the truth. "And I'd do anything to hear you sing that song, even if I have to be a quiet law-abiding citizen for a day. Or your personal butler, doing whatever you tell me to do for a day. My offer still stands."
As soon as Proctor told him to stop the van, he stepped on the brakes again, gradually slowing down and turning the wheel to get off of the road. Blythe parked a little off to the side so it wasn't visible, behind a couple large trees. Marco shoved open the door and stepped out, feeling the soft grass underneath his shoes.
"Said you needed a weapon?" Marco struggled for a second to pull something out of his pocket, then held it out to Everett. Low and behold, it was a knife. "Before you say anything, I picked it up at the fight earlier. Someone had dropped it and it slid over to me, so I took it. Finders keepers." Dropping it in the healer's hand, his eyes drifted to the arm where the agent sliced him and added, "Go wild."
He couldn't help but stare at the facility, imagining it as a pile of rubble. His mind snapped back as Proctor mentioned his name, nodding his head in acknowledgement. "Sounds like an episode of Scooby Doo, splitting off into groups. We'd be the meddling kids." He joked, already starting to walk over there, bouncing with excitement. The boy wasn't nervous at all to be going back there. Actually, he considered it fun. His nerves were turned into excitement, and he continued on forward, in front of everyone else. This boy was crazy, and anyone was able to tell. His story in the lab had been a rather interesting one.
The second he woke up in the lab, the boy was a troublemaker. He had a smart mouth of course, and he never failed to make a huge scene with his powers. Because he was so aggressive, they couldn't get up close to him to keep him in check. When he tired himself out, they had to bring out their heavy duty tasers before they ran tests on him. His screams filled the lab, but they were never able to break him. What a guy. The ice wielder was in there for a little less than a year before he managed to escape, but it was still longer than he expected.
One minute they were trying to interrogate him, and the next he produced a small but sharp icicle, cutting the leather straps and freeing himself. He took the agent's keys then walked right out the front door of the facility, leaving destruction in his wake. Blythe guessed he wouldn't be able to pull off a feat like that now, but they really were lacking back then if three of the test subjects escaped.
Marco could already feel his palms growing colder than the air outside, but he knew he had to calm down before he got in there. Turning his body back, he saw the rest of the group lagging behind. "Oi! The faster we get them, the faster we can destroy stuff! Also, Proctor, I don't have a phone." It was a bit too late to admit it, but the boy smiled, running his hand through his hair with a nervous chuckle, walking backwards. Alexandria Kaltman And Valerie Byrne - "Soooooo tiredddddd." Alex was able to see the small blush, and she smiled softly to herself, the memories of karaoke nights coming back to her as well. The memory of those nights were her favorite, and she felt they were long overdue for another one. Proctor's howls were actually really cute and funny at the same time. There was no way she would be able to forget that. Drunk Alex was a sight to behold too. She...might've howled along with Proctor once...just because she was in the moment too. Now that she thought about it, her face got all red and she felt super embarrassed.
When the van stopped, she opened the back doors, stepping out into the cold once more, goosebumps appearing along her arms. She opened Proctor's door for her, feeling another burst of cold hit her from Marco. She rubbed both arms back and forth quickly, trying to generate some heat for herself since she let Proctor wear her fuzzy jacket. She tried avoiding eye contact with the facility as much as possible, already feeling nauseous. It wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling either.
"Alright, distraction duty!" She began walking alongside Proctor, her movements looking a little more stiff than usual. She took out her phone and went to the settings, putting the ringer as loud as possible so she would hear if she got a message, then stuffed it back in her pocket and watched Marco from where he was way ahead of them.
"So, who's gonna drive us home?"
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Somehow, Valerie got a little nap in, giving a confused look as they all exited the van. She was the last one out, shutting the door behind her. They must have arrived already. She yawned, blinking a few times as her eyes got used to the bright sun. But after a minute, she was wide awake again, nodding her head up and down with newfound enthusiasm as she was told she could blow things up.
"It's always a pleasure." Valerie gave a little bow, grinning from ear to ear. Destroying things was second-nature. She was excited about this, but nobody could beat Marco's enthusiasm. That boy belonged in a straight jacket. But then again, he would still be able to escape, so there would be no point. That boy seemed like he was ready to take on the entire world himself, which was no surprise to any of them. She would kill to know his secret about staying optimistic. Was it his twisted sense of humor? Yeah, she decided to go with that.
Jean Kirshner - "P-please don't do that to me."
Jean's breath caught in his throat once he heard the news that this Bernadette person (He had never heard that name in his life, but he ruled out everyone else, so it had to be Proctor.) had a metal rod inserted into her skull. He could only imagine the pain she had been in, his face stuck in a frown. His heart was about ready to fly out of his chest because he was freaking out again, and he broke eye contact, staring up at the ceiling to try and find any sort of comfort. Too bad there was none. The boy's mind was weak, he wasn't good at playing the hard game after all. So he spat some information out that she had asked for previously.
"M-my full name is Jean Kirshner. I-I can manipulate air. I can kind of fly, I can run without getting breathless, I can p-probably create a tornado...I don't know what else to t-tell you." He kept stuttering on his words, hands shaking in fear. He looked at her once more, hoping she was satisfied with that information about him. Agent Briar was writing a lot of stuff down on the clip board, and he was afraid that he might have said too much about himself. But the taser sitting in her lap and the metal rod she spoke about was no joke. He knew they all meant business here, and she was right that this wasn't the place for him. He didn't say anything further about Bisera, just stated what he could do.
The air bender glanced around the room nervously once again. He couldn't keep this whole eye contact thing going on, but he was also afraid that if he looked away, that she was going to do something bad to him (Like taser him for no reason), so he was kind of stuck, looking at her for a split second then looking away, staring at the table of papers behind her.
"What's going to happen to me?" He tried changing the subject so she could forget about Bisera, voice small and full of worry. He looked like he was about to cry again, but he held himself together...barely. He waited anxiously for her next question, or for her to explain what was going to happen to him. Neither one he looked forward to, but it wasn't like he had a choice. He felt powerless for once, something he never thought was possible.
{Omg that sounds hilarious I can totally imagine Proctor doing that! XD}
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