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Post by Gengar on May 28, 2017 2:36:08 GMT -5
anyone wanna sum up what's going on real quick? }}
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 2:56:11 GMT -5
I'm not good at explaining things and have only properly read the posts related to my charter bc i'm lazy so i skimming over all the posts to know what's going it's only 3 pages and a good chunk of is just chatter.))))
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Post by Gengar on May 28, 2017 2:57:22 GMT -5
coolio. I'll get to skimming then cx
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 2:58:20 GMT -5
Alright good luck ))
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Post by Gengar on May 28, 2017 3:16:28 GMT -5
It just so happened that another girl with powers was in the subway, asleep. Even asleep, she had felt another's presence peeling at the edge of her mind. It wasn't something she'd experienced before; other telepathics were always intrusive-- they didn't just loiter at the edge of your mind. They were inside it, instantly, watching, seeing everything. However, this was a lofty gazer into her mind, more at the edge, observing... what? Her aura? Whatever it had been, she had gone into defense mode automatically, by instinct really. She was used to shutting off her mind, just as many telepathics were.
Well, she couldn't exactly tell because she was asleep. However, those around probably got the feeling that someone was... watching them. Should she have been awake, it would have been a much worse feeling, at least for those with powers. They had a much higher sense of awareness for that sort of thing.
Really, it was a wonder all the commotion earlier had not woken her. She was a somewhat deep sleeper; that was probably because she hadn't slept for the past day or two, and now she was catching up on said rest... or trying to.
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Post by Gengar on May 28, 2017 3:19:16 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 3:52:33 GMT -5
I might hit the hay too though i'll make sure i reply tomorrow.)))
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Post by smilii on May 28, 2017 5:46:54 GMT -5
(ahh this rp seems so cool I've gotta read the whole thing before I jump in) (glad I found it, too, bc I just remembered an old powered OC and I wanna bring him back lol)
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Post by BB-8 on May 28, 2017 11:01:09 GMT -5
Hey! Is this still open? I've got this character who is kind of like a metaphysical god type person, but is stuck in a significantly less powerful, mstly mortal form. I just wanna make sure this is ok? I'll definitely make sure not to powerplay or anything ^-^"
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on May 28, 2017 21:05:51 GMT -5
(hey guys! sorry i've been gone for a long time. been working a lot here lately. esp on the weekends. how is everyone? also, for all those joining/wanting to join, you may! i'll read through the replies and respond as soon as i can. also, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ , you okay? i saw that you were in the ER? )
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 22:44:02 GMT -5
(alive. though, i am still experiencing head pains and will be feeling the side effects of concussions for a few more weeks.)
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Post by Gengar on May 28, 2017 22:48:34 GMT -5
you got a concussion? be careful, okay! those are nasty }}
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 22:51:05 GMT -5
you got a concussion? be careful, okay! those are nasty }} Yes, i know i fainted then hit my head and was out for 30 to 60 minutes))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on May 28, 2017 22:52:24 GMT -5
(i'm so sorry ;; i hope you start feeling better!)
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 22:55:26 GMT -5
(Me too, thanks for the support <3)
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Post by Gengar on May 28, 2017 22:57:49 GMT -5
owo that sounds really dangerous. usually you shouldn't let people with concussions fall asleep, tho that's about as much as I know about concussions. I'm glad you're okay! }}
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 23:04:50 GMT -5
i did go to sleep but that was at about 10 pm and i didn't die in my sleep which is relief)
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Post by tigercry on May 29, 2017 16:30:12 GMT -5
(how's everyone going?)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on May 29, 2017 23:52:02 GMT -5
Akili shrugged as she slung her backpack over one shoulder and promptly jumped out of the tree before landing lightly on her feet like jumping from fifteen feet up was the most casual thing in the world. "Blending in with nature I guess, unless you count getting away from people for a while as a good reason." She put the headphones around her neck and tucked the cord into one of her hoodie's two pockets on the front before asking Oakley a similar question to the one Oakley had asked her. "What're you doing over here? Enjoying the outdoors I'm guessing?" She mused, gripping one of the straps of her backpack and brushing her blond bangs from her face. (i'm doing pretty good ^^ how are you?) Oakley's eyes widened slightly at Akili's question, but she looked to the side, embarrased. So, it was obvious? "...yes, I do enjoy the outdoors, very much actually," She sighed, "You could tell? I mean, I guess it's not a bad thing or whatever but..." She'd seen the way this girl had jumped down from that tree, had seen the way she'd acted. Oakley wanted to ask Akili if she was the same. Did she have some sort of...ability too? However, she decided against it and just smiled. "Well, I'm glad you're safe. I was simply here trying to just calm down and relax. I was thinking of going for a walk. Would you like to join me?" she asked carefully. She didn't want to alert the girl in front of her more than she already had.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 1:43:23 GMT -5
Jacks eyes were still fixed on his surroundings as he listened to Mikel. A empath? I hope he isn't one of those fakes that try to swindle people out of their money. "Abnormal strength and reflexes, so don't try anything funny" he said confidently. Jack didn't like the idea of sharing his identity with someone that could possibly be a fake, but reluctantly agreed "My name's Jack" he admitted, though he was still suspicious of this man who claimed to be an empath. Jack was still determined to find whoever was watching them.
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Post by tigercry on May 30, 2017 9:26:01 GMT -5
(Bored out of my mind, I'm still in school and I'm dying!! ) Akili shrugged, "not particularly, trust me, it's not that obvious, I'm just a bit more perceptive than most people." She then took a second and mulled over her offer, should she? It was obvious to her that Oakey could manipulate nature, and meeting another wielder was extremely rare and a little exciting. "Sure," she eventually decided, "if you want me to come I can."
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on May 31, 2017 21:38:08 GMT -5
Chuckling nervously, Mikel put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, fiddling with the small patch of fabric inside. "My name's Mikel. It's, uh, good to meet you, I guess...?" He didn't like being in a situation where the person beside him didn't trust him. And this person, this Jack, really didn't trust him. Mikel could feel it radiating off of the kid in waves of dark red and yellow. At least, that was the colors he could FEEL in his mind, Jack's curiosity and anger and distrust. And it put Mikel on edge, because he'd just saved the kid. Shouldn't the kid trust him? Well, he couldn't be picky. This kid may have trust issues over just anyone, which Mikel could definitely relate to. When he was younger, he'd didn't trust anyone either. But, once he noticed his abilities, he didn't really need to be trusting or not. He could tell if someone could be trusted, usually by the way their emotions played out right in front of him. Though he tried to stay away from others when he could feel their emotions like that. When he was swept in a collapse and transitioning sequence of emotions between too many beings at the same time, he'd get...bad. Really bad. He called it Insane. Insane came out and he had no idea what could happen. Insane was a much different person than he was. He could hardly remember what happened when Insane was in control, thus he tried to keep Insane under control as much as possible. That was why he created a barrier, to help him not get too overwhelmed. He was actually very dangerous and no one understood that, no one knew just how much damage he could do, so he played along. "Like I said, I don't feel that stranger's emotions any longer in the tunnels," Mikel whispered, looking over towards the tracks, "I can feel others, however, ranging from inside here and up above us. There must be others around, probably walking down the street or something. It is pretty late." He glanced back at Jack, "Should we continue to look for the mysterious person?"
Oakley grinned, happy that someone was willing to stay with her, if only for a moment. She'd felt lonely tonight, having just removed herself from a situation that had turned out extremely bad. She didn't want to think much of it now. So, she pushed her anxiety and thoughts of home away and focused on the person in front of her. A new friend, perhaps? And someone with an ability, no less. Interesting. "Thanks! We can walk down towards the bridge, if you want?" She asked, nodding her head towards the sidewalk, dimly lit by the street lights overhead. Another breeze past by, tossing some of Oakley's dark brown hair into her face, though that didn't stop her smile, "And it's good to meet another...person, like me." She chuckled lightly before looking away, towards the street. It was a mainly empty street, which Oakley could appreciate. Usually they were filled with so many people heading to work or to another part of their day. But, at night, it was quiet. It was one of the reasons Oakley liked to go here instead of somewhere else when she felt anxious and stressed out. It was really quiet.
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jun 1, 2017 16:09:04 GMT -5
"More coffee, sir...?" It should have been a simple question, but the waitress trailed off into something like stunned silence as she stared at the tiny diner table literally covered in neat stacks of empty dishes before her gaze darted back to the man who eyed the menu as if he were ready for seconds. Fourths? His gaze had shifted to his phone before settling on her with an underlying intensity in distinctly odd eyes, though his tone was warm and friendly when he spoke. "Yes, thank you." He surrendered the empty mug and flashed her a grateful smile before returning to staring intensely at his phone. The hints of a grim smile turned up the corners of his mouth, and the way he leaned back to cross his legs and drum gloved fingers on the slightly damp space that his coffee had previously occupied gave her the impression that whatever he was reading, it wasn't particularly pleasant.
"Not much good news lately, huh?" She questioned mildly, setting the mug on her tray and eying the various dishes with a soft sigh. They would take at least three trips if she didn't get help.
"You just need to know where to look." He seemed to notice her trying not to glance curiously at his phone and smiled wryly as he rose with markedly careful movements. "I'm sorry to have troubled you, you needn't worry about the coffee." He waved his phone, the screen now blank. "Duty calls."
<><><>
As it turned out, duty was literally calling. Sixteen minutes later. Technically.
"...Yes, an Empath. The other one? He didn't seem to fall under a specific category. Or else I haven't encountered his kind before." Wysten attempted to keep his tone as even as possible despite the rather challenging act of wrapping a bandage around one's torso whilst seated in a battered Ford as he was. "Tch, I'm fine! Don't tell Sylvi!" He hissed when an almost-yelp had escaped him and alerted Dotty to his current physical state- A far cry from fine. It didn't make sense that the simple act of carrying dishes would re-open his wound. He hadn't even managed to get very far before he was accosted by waitstaff. Wysten cursed and kicked at the lever to push his seat back further, neck held at an awkward angle to keep the phone between his ear and shoulder because he had forgotten to activate the Bluetooth. Spectacular.
"I am so the brains." He muttered under his breath in response to the snide imagined mental voice of his brother. It always jumped on the opportunity to question the entirely unquestionable state of his mental faculties.
"No you aren't," was Dotty's tired response. "Sylvius is. Didn't he make some kind of rule that all of your ideas have to go through him first? Not that it ever stopped you..."
"But what about-"
"And that includes your ridiculous code name system! No one is calling you 'the Great Commandy One', 'Cobra Commander', 'Commander Bada-"
"I get it." He interrupted with all the coolness of an adult who was most certainly not pouting. "Let's return to the matter at hand-"
"Although you have quite a few votes for 'Death In A Sweater Vest', but we'd have to shorten it..." Someone snickered in the background, covering up Wysten's sharp intake of breath as he finally tightened the bandage and eased himself more comfortably into the bloodstained leather of his seat. "Why is that a thing?"
"The Amsterdam Incident- and all others preceding it."
"Ah." They weren't supposed to know about that, but Rick held water just as well as a broken sieve. It wasn't helping that he was currently wearing a sweater vest under his jacket. They were rather adept at absorbing blood and they were comfortable. So there.
"But back on subject." Dotty's tone suddenly turned hard and Wysten leaned back against the headrest with a sigh. "What are you doing out on the field, idiot? You're supposed to be locked up in your office until we have need of your highly specialized chaos!" That hadn't actually been their previous subject, but their digression from the far more important topic appeared to remind her who, exactly, she was talking to. Or rather, what.
"We can't have our boss-commander-person-thing running around IN THE OPEN. Do you know how many people want to kill you?!"
Dotty appeared to be working herself into a rant, as his phone was beginning to shoot off sparks. Wysten couldn't help the smile that spread at the layered concern in his cousin's tone. She tended to express it via lecturing and accidentally-on-purpose frying the object of her unease plus all of their electronics. But all in the name of protecting them from further harm. Somehow.
He figured that allowing his ego to take over and reminding her that the majority of his enemies knew where he lived yet still failed to do more damage than irritating him into spilling coffee on his favorite sweater vest would turn her worry into ire. Instead, he took that worry into account when he attempted to explain himself in softer tones.
"Dotty- Breathe. Yes, I know and I'm sorry. I wanted to approach this one personally as there are so many like us in one place. I figure they'd attract the most attention- Especially considering the fact that one of them is artificially engineered. Rest assured, my retinue are en route so-"
"You still didn't answer my question." She sighed, still peeved but knowing that arguing with Wysten was futile. He thought more with his heart than his head. Especially where those he saw as 'innocents' were concerned.
"Roughly? I suppose I do find new death threats every day but I try to catalogue them in order of severity to ensure that I don't lose track..." There was still a smile in his voice, and she wanted to frown but found the corners of her lips turning up as well. Curse him.
"I mean why do you feel the need to be there? Personally. The last time you ever took point on an 'escort' mission was in Amsterdam." She began slowly, and he could hear a pause in the ever present clacking of her keyboard. "So going by that, I'm assuming you aren't just taking a vacation to evade paperwork and return to your violent roots."
He laughed at that, though it was tinged by bitterness as he didn't like to associate himself with violence, let alone a 'return' to it. Perhaps because, sadly, he'd never truly left.
"Remember those rogue agents we oh-so-kindly warned off?" Wysten kept his tone light even as he ran a weary hand through disheveled bronze locks. Sharp eyes of gold and gray slanted toward his tinted window to watch people pass without really seeing them. The fingers of his free hand tapped an erratic beat against his steering wheel.
"The ones that multiplied and swore vengeance against everything you stand for? We're acquainted." Short and clipped. She was already braced for something unpleasant.
"I should have killed them." His tone was cold and blunt, vicious in a deadened way. So easily he had immediately contradicted his earlier thoughts of pacifistic solutions. This fact was not lost on him, but his infamous Ten Count Temper was beginning to influence his usual thought process.
"Ten-" Dotty began, but he didn't let her finish.
"They've set their sights on my current location. Something of a grudge against those they view as 'Unnaturals'. Freaks of Nature. Abominations. The usual." The beat slowed. His fingers flexed, longing for a sword hilt and someone to skewer with the business end. "I've taken it upon myself to act as Damage Control." Wysten's tone was deceptively mild.
"How noble of you." Was her deadpan response. "And hypocritical of you to say, oh illustrious demolition expert."
"I'm controlling the damage. And that includes my own." He reminded her, ignoring the twinge in his side when he straightened and shifted his attention to the pair casually strolling in the direction of the local park, hand in hand and brittle smiles on their faces. "There's an Empath here- perfect training exercise." Wysten waited until they had turned the corner before slipping out of the car. "Details later. Ensure Sylvius is updated." He hung up before Dotty could complete her protests, returning the phone to his pocket and tightening his gloves with a crooked smile. "Now, to earn my vacation days..."
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jun 1, 2017 16:20:20 GMT -5
((Back by unpopular demand- Me and my ridiculous verbosity~!
Figuring I should explain things better: I started out with a Maximum Ride theme but Tenten somehow became more Tony Stark-ish. The excessive mention of sweater vests is a result of my writing the majority of this while my brother played XCOM 2.
So as I said before, you guys can take or leave my plot-thingy. It kind of got away from me. Why do I insist on turning roleplays into stories? >.<"))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jun 1, 2017 16:39:51 GMT -5
((I hope you recover well, Soli~))
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Post by tigercry on Jun 1, 2017 18:40:08 GMT -5
"Who has an ability you mean?" Akili asked and snorted, bitter laughter in the sound, "you don't know the half of it." Akili closed her eyes against the wind tickling her face and making her blonde ponytail flutter slightly in the cool air. She liked the cold, being born in Alaska made you either hate the cold or love it, and with her ice abilities she loved it. But Oakley's words brought up a sensative topic for the blonde, nobody knew what it was like to be her, born a weapon and experiment, expected to have no feelings and do exactly as she was told like she was a robot. Not even any of the other experiments had what she did, she had been the youngest and the most likely to bounce back from an injections or alterations they did to her. Akili's icy blue eyes widened and the six-year-old stared at the scientist in front of her, "kill? no!" She violently shook her head, the short strands of her blond hair stinging her face as the thin strands slapped her sensative skin from her vicious head shake. The scientist narrowed his eyes and got closer to the small girl, "Akili-" Akili jolted herself back to reality and her eyes flew back open, as she put a firm block around those memories for the time being, don't do that Akili, it only hurts you. She silently walked alongside Oakley, her footsteps so soft that she herself could hardly hear them. This is what happened when she allowed her mind to wander, her powers and abilities fluxated, like how her weight distrubution shifted to make her movements silent without her thinking about it.
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Post by tigercry on Jun 1, 2017 18:43:22 GMT -5
((Back by unpopular demand- Me and my ridiculous verbosity~! Figuring I should explain things better: I started out with a Maximum Ride theme but Tenten somehow became more Tony Stark-ish. The excessive mention of sweater vests is a result of my writing the majority of this while my brother played XCOM 2. So as I said before, you guys can take or leave my plot-thingy. It kind of got away from me. Why do I insist on turning roleplays into stories? >.<")) (I have an idea on how to bring my character into this if you wouldn't mind me joining your plot! Turning rps into stories is fun! That's why you insist on doing it! )
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jun 1, 2017 18:57:41 GMT -5
((Sure! Glad to have you on board. ^^
Well, I can't argue with that. x3))
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Post by tigercry on Jun 1, 2017 19:11:45 GMT -5
((What if the rogue agents were the other survivors of the experiment Akili was born in and one of her friends (his name is Lloyd) was one of them? Well what if Lloyd was tracked down and Wysten attempts to kill him but Lloyd escapes, narrowly. But in the process he left the records of the survivors of the experiment? (Lloyd and Akili are two of them) Now Wysten can track down the rogue agents and get rid of Lloyd and Akili before something happens and they threaten Wysten? The files would contain each of their skills, weaknesses, kill count, blah, blah, blah, other info, etc. Lloyd alerts Akili of the threat and manages to find her before Wysten tracks both of them down. (Does Wysten have any killed relatives? Maybe a scientist from the experiment?) So Akili and Lloyd have to prove that they weren't involved and that their records were forged, the original records lay hidden back at the lab that was now in ruins and completely abandoned.
@ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 Was Oakley born with her abilities? Could she have perhaps been a reject of the experiment with the abilities as a side effect that they thought they had gotten rid of? ))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jun 1, 2017 19:34:48 GMT -5
((That sounds awesome! ^^ He does, in fact, have deceased relatives- His parents. I'm still iffy on the exact hows & whens, but they were killed in the same time period that his brother was abducted and he was experimented on- He wasn't born with his powers. So we could make that the same faction. As of now, I have four in mind:
The Government. View 'Abnormals' as a threat but aren't against using them for their own purposes. The 'Witch'. Much the same, but she wants to be cliche about it and like, rule over them all or something. I haven't quite fleshed her out yet... The 'Purifiers'. A group of those typical 'hate everyone who isn't like us so might as well kill them all' types. Terrorists who target those with powers. Icarus Corp. A shady conglomerate of scientists who both create and attempt to control humans with powers.
The last faction are the ones who indirectly gave Ten his powers and indispensable thirst for vengeance. The 'Witch' has Sylvius.))
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