Futuristic Children of Heartland Reboot (X-Men Inspired RP)

[All]

Perfectly still, a small Asian girl sat cross-legged and still in front of large mirrored door, the room itself otherwise extremely spartan and bare except for a wall length wardrobe which held said door. Clad within a loose fitting jumpsuit, the baggy fit made her form seem all the smaller as she stared at her reflection with a unblinking gaze, dark eyes framed by a mess of crudely cut short bangs.

She remained eerily still and staring for some time, the sun slowly rising from the window behind her to bring light to the otherwise dark room until only when the room was fully illuminated would she rise to begin her morning exercises and routines within the confines of her room. Several hours later Morrigan finished by hopping to her bare feet, and finally departed to the rest of the institutes grounds. Morrigans bedroom if you could call it that had been claimed on the upmost floor of the buildings lofts so it would take a short while for her to make her way through to the more occupied areas of the grounds. Moving with silent footsteps her eyes would scan each area as she methodically checked the school on her way, her eyes alone moving while the rest remained moving forward. The first thing she had noted however was it was quite empty overall, with minimal hustle and bustle from the other students, which meant that they would either be working in the sub areas, outside, or off grounds. That did reduce the amount of tasks required of her somewhat, but her routine would otherwise continue in a methodical fashion.

 

[aikoscurse]

Molly Summers
Scene: The Garden Nothingness

The sun was glimmering down through the dark moody clouds upon the institution as it was only a bit after high noon. A ball of fire up in the middle of the sky, radiating its heat to the world, sorta. She looked upwards towards the grey clouds in the sky. A breeze tickling her skin as she walked around the garden. The plants didn’t entirely need too much water due to the natural environment they were thrived in, but clipping and bugs wouldn’t take care of themselves. Molly for the last two years had taken up the title of gardener. Planting, potting, clipping, etc. was all so calming to her. Even when she was elbow deep in moist soil. Nature always could put her chaotic thoughts at ease. She recently had a training with Simon, which was certainly interesting, only to be followed by a class with Ernest. . .That she skipped. Stressing of getting to class late was just the equivalent of skipping all together. There was no lunch detention or Saturday schools for missing a class that wasn’t needed, so why sweat it?

The girl was wearing a white floral dress with plain black spandex shorts underneath, paired with your average, white-everyday shoes. Her hair had been loosely tied into a low ponytail with a fluffy hair tie, and a round pair of brown glasses sitting on her face. An average outfit for her. Comfortable yet presentable. The scent of rainfall and grass-clippings filled the soft winds that would drift into nearby senses. A subtle sound of water coming from a small fountain amongst the many flora within the gardens domain, Mollys domain. The day had been hectic, yet know everything was so calm. Students, staff, and admin had been running their own plans. Students went shopping, teachers are grading, and whoever else was doing only god knows what. But. There was one person that came to her mind, Alex. He had left at breakfast and she hadn’t seen him again, growing a bit anxious at his odd disappearance.

Though, oddly enough. Right as the thought of Alex slipped her mind she heard his voice. She quickly turned around and saw Alex, almost getting a bit spooked by his sudden appearance. “Oh…yah. I did didn’t I? Anywho. Where did yah go? I was kinda worrying a bit”

 

[DjalliLulezon]

Location: Institue Gates
Time: Around Noon
Interactions: Xen6n
Valmir was looking out the window the majority of the taxi ride. Seeing the buildings reminded him of France, but since he'd only lived there for a short period of time, it still took some getting used to. He was a village boy by heart. When they got out of the taxi, he nodded thanks to the driver before looking up at the Institute. It was quite large to say the least, and he quietly sighed from the anxiety. Valmir turned to Bastian upon hearing his question. "Yeah, I am fine. It's just a lot to take in, you know?" Valmir adjusted the strap of his backpack while waiting. He barely had any luggage, but he figured that was good since he wouldn't have to spend hours unpacking and getting everything in order. If it was up to Valmir, he would have just kept living back home, except maybe in his own house since he doubted his parents would like him to continue living there. However, it wasn't up to him, so like it or not he'd have to hurry up and get used to this place.

Valmir stepped forward to see how to open the gates. They were quite big, and he didn't know whether he'd be able to move them by himself, but luckily they were soon opened automatically. Someone is probably in the Institute responsible for the entrance, like the security team. Looking back at Bastian, he gestured into the campus. "Come on, let's see how impressive this place really is."

 

[aikoscurse]

Scene: Institute Entrance
Interaction: Molly, Valmir & Bastian Xen6n D DjalliLulezon

Molly had told the guards to open the gates whilst she was still inside prepping herself to greet the new comers. She took responsibility to be the welcome wagon for the new students knowing that such a dramatic life change could be terrifying, or sketchy. Even for adults and older students that enroll get nervous. The institute was often compared to mutant holding camps by mutants that had never attended the school, and to Molly it made sense in all honesty. These people were outsiders. No matter how much good press and information was pumped out by the institution, these mutant children and teens had the right to options- one thing Molly leaned over the many years. She had ran outside of the institutes doors, quite far from the entrance gates, just barely seeing the faces of these newer students. Taking one last step Molly was able to launch herself into the air, softly landing in front of both Bastian and Valmir.

“I’m guessing you two are the new enrollments? If so, welcome!” She had a kind smile across her rosy lips looking at both the guys. They didn’t know but she sized them both up just in case things went left, it wouldn’t be the first time. “I’m Molly Summers. You must be Valmir and that means you are Bastian.” She looked from Valmir to Bastian with a hand out to both of them, offering a shake.

 

[vidd]

Caleb was alone in the open, doing what looked like an underwhelming game.

He had a ball and an clock, he would start the clock, throw the ball aganist a wall in front of him and then stop the clock when the ball touched the wall. once and again, he repeated the action non stop, every so often he would throw the ball slightly but consistently harder.

The sound travelled through the empity halls and quiet rooms, interrupting the previous peace in the institute.

 

[Xen6n]

Location -- Outside Institute
Mood -- Impatient
Interactions -- D DjalliLulezon aikoscurse ​

He started thinking if they knew his name or anything about him as the gates opened on their own and both Bastian and Valmir walked in, but he didn't really care. He was growing irritable because of his sore back from sitting on the entire airline flight, but he did care about receiving his room. He replied to Valmir when he heard his question for him, "Yeah, let's go then"

Bastian would look about the Institute as they entered together; he couldn't deny that it was wonderfully beautiful, but that was all that appeased him. A small figure could be seen sprinting toward them from a distance when he wondered if someone would greet them, but as he considered that, the figure abruptly sprang into the air and landed near to them with a thud. As soon as they appeared in front of them in their "grandiose" manner, Bastian would recognize them as an S-Tier. He didn't really have time or desire to go through any introductions; instead, he just wanted to go to bed and was growing agitated by the second.

The girl, who introduced herself as Molly, appeared to be happy as she wore a broad smile on her face, which was starting to make Bastian uneasy. He pondered to himself, "How can she have that smile on for that long?" before answering after she had finished her introduction. "Yeah, great, that's all nice. Could you just point me in the direction of my room?"

 

[DjalliLulezon]

Location: Outside Institute
Interactions: Xen6n aikoscurse

Valmir noticed a figure running from the the doors to the Institute, and before he could say anything to Bastian the figure leapt in the air, landing down in front of the two. Taking one step back, he got a better look at the woman. She seemed pretty cheery, and he guessed she was part of a welcome committee or something. He didn't know why else a student would just show up to greet some strangers that just arrived, but that was just Valmir's view. Anyways, his first impressions of people here were rather nice, which made sense given that everyone in this school is a mutant, so it would be weird if they weren't accepting. "Thank you. Yes, I'm Valmir Xhaferaj, it is nice to meet you." He said with a smile on his face as well, shaking her hand. However, when he glanced at Bastian he saw that he seemed to be getting annoyed. It was a long flight, so it wouldn't be a surprise if he was tired and wanted to head to bed.

"The place looks nice. The flight was 8 hours, so sorry if we seem a bit out of sorts." The Institute was rather large, but hopefully this girl might be able to give some directions, such as to the dorm rooms. Adjusting his backpack again, he gestured to the building. "So do you think you could give us some directions around this place? It looks big enough to get lost in." Especially for a guy that has only been in large buildings such as this 2 times in his life.

 

[aikoscurse]

Scene: Student Dorms
Interaction: Xen6n D DjalliLulezon

She paid no attention to Bastians off putting attitude with her, simply looking away from him after he spoke. Molly had been quite easy to tick off lately, bipolar episodes were no joke with this one. She looked at them both once more before nodding, noticing they both wanted to get to their rooms. “Oh, pssh. It’s understandable that you two may be a bit, disgruntled. I’ll show you to your rooms now”

Molly began walking towards the large buildings, focusing her eyes on the ‘main’ appearing area. It was the center of the institute where the common areas had been. The kitchen, living room, rec room, etc. had all lied within those walls. “This is the student dorm building. Valmir your room will be on the left wing and Bastians on the right.” Molly gave them a quick glance before walking into the large doors the common building, keeping the door open for the two guys. “Both of your rooms will be fairly empty. All that will be in there is a mattress, though the government after a week of your stay will provide funds to make your bedrooms more comfortable, and better suited for individuality.”

Molly took the two over towards the right part of the building where Bastian would be staying. The second floor connected into a family room situation, but that was pretty much all. She began walking up a set of grand looking stairs, looking for what room Bastians would be. “Here we are. These are the keys to your room. Hope you can get some rest” She handed out the keys towards Bastian with a subtle nod.

 

[Nothingness]

Location -- Garden
Mood -- Curious
Interactions -- aikoscurse
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After asking Molly whether she had class and be told that she did and quickly changing the subject to ask him where he had been when he left in the morning, Alex could only scratch the back of his head for a few moments while remaining silent at first. Sure, Alex had gotten to know Molly over the course of the years he had spent at the institution, and while he refused to speak to her at first when arriving here, eventually he was able to at least open up a little to her even if it was just the bare bones. "I...um, went for a walk. Nothing too serious, I also visited the orphanage a few blocks from here." Giving what little information he could about his morning Alex wasn't too sure about letting her know about what he had seen there or if he had just best to keep it to himself. He knew the institution had money but to be asking another student whether it was a good idea to use any of the academy's funds to pay for fixing up an orphanage would even be alright to begin with.

So, rather than bring that, he tried to focus on any kind of different details that could avoid being asked anything about the place. "Hey, Molly...? Do you know anything about headaches...? Like sudden random ones, to the point that it effects your powers?" In the midst of asking her, Alex glanced down at his palm just to clench it into and opening it back up several times.
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[aikoscurse]

Scene: The Garden
Interactions: Nothingness
Time: Afternoon

“Well. Just be careful, not that you weren’t being careful. It’s just that there’s sick in the head people that want us gone just because we’re different” Molly cared for mutant kind. The mutant children, parents, and the ones who had nothing. Humans had long tarnished mutant reputation based on minor events the human hadn’t even known of. It was sure that now more than ever, accidents and fatalities have risen to an extreme due to uncontrollable mutant abilities and manifestations, but she believed such a struggle would be greatly lowered if mutants were seen in a better light.

Molly sat down on the edge of a larger wooden planter box, snipping away at weeds and throwing the waste into a small white bucket. She looked from the plant over to Alex as he spoke to her. Hm. A headache that was random and strong enough to effect powers? “What do you mean, ‘effects’ powers? I’d say if you were abusing them or not using them at all, that could be a sign of basic abuse, or an overloaded amount of energy that needs to be released.” She took a second to think “And with your ability set I believe it could be both. But Alex, if you’ve been having this problem you could’ve came and talked to me. I know you’re not the social type and i completely understand, but just know i’m always here to talk” Molly soon turned back to the plants, continue to snip off dead leaves and remove unwanted growth.

 

[Simon Strut]

Dr Morgan J Haywood

Interacting with: aikoscurse
Mentions: D DjalliLulezon Xen6n

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Morgan smiled at the meticulously wrapped cinnamon bun, and decided he'd enjoy it in his office. He tried to distract himself while he walked, checking to see which students were at the Institute and which ones had snuck out, but his mind kept going back to Maxwell. Of course, he hadn't expected him to be pleasant, Morgan was well aware he didn't deserve a warm welcome from the man, but he had not thought Max would be so... hostile. He supposed it made sense: living as a wolf for almost a decade, not having anyone to talk to, would probably rid a sane man of any sense of decorum.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that the entire thing was his fault. Had keeping secrets from Maxwell resulted in Max becoming the recluse he seemed to be? Was that what resulted in the Coalition becoming what it was today, a mere shadow of its former glory? Or was it the Massacre of Limassol that broke the camel's back? God, he hadn't thought of that tragedy in years.

He gave an absent minded wave to Grant as he cycled past. That boy was attached to his bike as if it were glued to him, much to Dahlia's dismay. Having to clean tyre marks all over the Institute certainly couldn't be fun. But Grant was seemingly in his own world, not even so much as acknowledging Morgan's wave before turning around a corner.

Morgan let out a sigh. There was just so much on his mind. Constantly being aware of the presence of everyone else's minds didn't help either, of course. But then he noticed something that seemed to ground him again. His... His PhD! It was always in a frame, right next to his office door... but it was missing.

Molly.

Morgan squinted. He'd have to have a word with that young lady. She was such a charming girl, if perhaps a tad strange, but those sticky fingers would end up being the death of her. He shook his head and entered his office. The books lining the walls seemed untouched at least, as well as the antique teapot he kept on his desk. So Molly hadn't broken in. That was a small relief.

He placed the cinnamon roll on his desk, then leaned into his chair. Now, what was the next order of business? Yes, a distraction. Morgan closed his eyes and sifted through the minds of those at Heartland. It was easy to distinguish mutant minds from human minds, so he filtered out all the security guards and cleaners. Where was Molly... Oh, that was interesting. Simon seemed to have convinced her to train in the PIT with him. Hopefully that would be a productive session.

Kate and Dorothee were absent. As was Alex. Curious. Morgan stretched his sense further, and then he found him—exploring the nearby town. That wasn't egregious behaviour by any means, Archibald visited the town regularly. Though Morgan could sense Brad, the Head of Security, berating the guards at the gate for letting Alex go without filling out the correct paperwork.

Morgan wondered, while his senses were already stretched so far, if it would be of any use to go a bit further. He launched his mind skyward, and then broadly widened his senses eastward. He wasn't entirely sure which direction the plane would be coming in but he had some... there. Two mutants were on board a plane, headed for Washington. What were their names again? Bertrand and Vlad? No, that wasn't it. Bastian and Valmir!

Morgan snapped his mind back to the grounds of Heartland. The rest of the students were either attending class or going about their regular activities. Nothing abnormal. That was comforting to know. Morgan kept his eyes closed for a little longer, not really searching for anything anymore. Not really thinking of much either. It felt blissful to just shut everything off for a short moment. He stayed like that for a while.

***
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When Morgan opened his eyes again, it was the evening, and there was a dull pain in his head. A headache? He hadn't had one of those since he was a teenager. It must be the stress. There was no other viable reason for him to fall asleep during the day either. Stress... Yes, that had to be it.

He groggily rubbed his eyes and made his way to the students' wing. His mind, bleary though it was, could still sense two new presences. That would be Bertrand and Vla—Bastien and Valmir. Molly seemed to be accompanying them. Molly... he was going to talk to her about something. What was it?

Ah, yes.

He crossed his arms. "Miss Summers. It's time you and I had a chat about your thieving habits."

 

[aikoscurse]

Scene: Somewhere in Paris
Interaction: Jinx Strikes Simon Strut

The clock chimed midnight underneath the glimmering moon, casting faint shadows across the bustling city of Paris, France. An art show being held in a remote warehouse had taken effect. The richest criminals from around the world decided to show their faces. Wearing fancy gowns sewn with only the most luxurious of fabrics accompanied by dazzling gems and jewels that draped across their bodies so effortlessly. Anvelica, better known as Jinx was an art thief, and she found a new piece that was very wanted by not only her, but many powerful people. She had her devious ways of getting what she wanted. Suppose that lady luck had been by her side, acting as a support role. Anvelica strutted into the scene wearing a dazzling black dress. A slit traveling up her the length of her leg, black timeless stilettos on her feet. She fit into the scene almost too perfectly. A rather opulent necklace had been wrapped around her neck, placed just above her chest.

She made her way around the gala of sorts before bidding had began, looking at the cheaper- less sought after pieces with a hint of disgust on her face. Settling for less was child’s play. Anvelica had all the money she needed, but not everything she wanted. Somethings were too difficult to simply buy with a swipe of a card or tossing a couple stacks of bills. The usual servers in crisp black clothing waltzed around with various finger foods, the obvious caviar, and bottle of countless top tier champagne. Outside of the warehouse may have been as dead as a cemetery, but within the brick walls the night was still yet to become.

Slowly Anvelica made her way to the bidding area upon noticing the larger priced goods began to show. Specifically she was after the item to be shown close, if not at the very end. The most sought after painting in the world. It was the length of an arm, and the width of a door, but people were willing to pay high dollar, and she wanted it.

“Do I see a 50? Oh! 50 right here. Do I see a 100? Yes!”

The charismatic auctioneer rambling out words that no one could’ve even understood, but the only thing these buyers needed to hear was the quickly advancing prices. 150, 250, 300! Millions upon millions for a small art piece. How pathetic she thought. The prices kept raising and she kept waiting to swoop in at the very end, but no shadow of a doubt it would’ve gone on for much longer.

 

[Simon Strut]

Victor Lim​

Somewhere in Paris

Oh she was good... She was very good. Oh, Anvelica, the way she walked, a saunter, a stride; the way she blended in. The disgust in her eyes was hidden expertly—to any normal person, she was just another affluent woman with more money than brains. And hardly any of it was her mutation at work. This was... Spectacular!

He always forgot to check the name of whoever he was puppeting, not that it mattered. They were all nobodies. They weren't somebodies, not like him or Anvelica. Still, all the staff wore name-badges. Matthieu. That's what this flesh-bag called itself. He didn't mind being a Matthieu for a moment. As long as it was only a moment.

Matthieu strode over, tray of drinks in hand. "Would the lady care for some champagne?"

And while her eyes were on him, all the other puppets' eyes were watching her. They would glance when she wasn't looking. They would stare at her back, stare at her body. Watch everything. Learn everything. And every single one of them was him. There were enough eyes, enough perspectives, to drive a human mind to madness.

It was a good thing, then, that he was not human. He was something else entirely.

 

[Nothingness]

Location -- Garden
Mood -- Curious
Interactions -- aikoscurse
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Being told that there were people out in the world that wanted people like Molly, Alex and the rest of the institution gone just because they were different was of no surprise to him, especially considering the drunkard he had met earlier in the morning outside the academy. Nodding his head, he lowered his head at the idea of how they, as mutants couldn't even walk around outside confidently without the possibility of being shunned by the public just because they were born different from others. "Yeah, I'll be careful."

As Molly questioned him about the effects of his powers due to the headache, Alex lifted his gaze from being lowered back up to face her once more. "I mean...like, after I got the headache. I started to feel exhausted even though I did nothing. It was like...I just ran a marathon. When I touched a light pole to catch my breath. It started to bend as if I told it to...but I had no recollection of ever even thinking of using my power on it. I can't remember the last time I lost control of my power." Attempting to explain what had occurred as best as he possibility could, it wasn't till she brought up the thought of coming to her and talking to her did Alex come to a pause. Even though Molly was one of the very few people he opened up to even if it was only a little bit about his life at the orphanage, the idea of talking to her into too much detail still felt odd to a certain degree. "I know Molly. Thanks...So, um, do you know if I can help at all?" Pointing to the plot of dirt she was working with. "Or...do you need help with any of the rest of the garden?"
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[aikoscurse]

Scene: Somewhere in Paris
Simon Strut

A more masculine voice spoke up besides her, just behind her peripheral vision. She turned her head slowly as her sleek black hair moved gracefully over her shoulders. Giving the server a once over and a nod she took a glass off the rather large tray of drink, taking a small sip, making sure no red lipstick would be left on the flute. The bidding continued in the back for absurd amounts of money. Money one person should never have for themselves. Money that could single handedly change the world, fix each and every flaw that existed. Mutants being able to fund themselves and truly prove that they were the superior earthly race. “Oh, well you must have read my mind handsome. Here.” She placed a bill from her small purse onto the tray “It must be your lucky day, now go on. I’m sure a kind, busy boy like you has lots to manage” She gazed into the waiters eyes before turning back towards the auctions chaos and rumbling.

Anvelica was quite the flirt, never having a meaning to her seductive attitude. The woman had been objectively attractive, so why not use that to further her strengths? She stood there, blending into the scene seamlessly until her time to get the final bid had arrived.

“Do I hear 670? Going once…going twice…Oh!”

Anvelica held up her hand gently, waving at the auctioneer, moments before he said the magic words “sold.” She walked slowly amongst the crowd of frowns, looking at them all with a devilish yet feminine face. Obtaining something so wanted, and to do so with ease. Anvelica have a cheeky smirk and a small blown kiss towards the last person who tried to bid against her, he held a fuming face but Anvelica couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, noticing a spilled drink in his lap. Oh well, guess karma got the best of him.

Her heels made a faint click against the concrete at the back of the building. The auctioneer carried the painting carefully as she walked besides him, cheesing with the brightest smile she had ever seen. “Tell me how it feels, alright?” She spoke softly before the auctioneer turned towards her in confusion reaching the large stair case. Anvelica winked as her eyes faded over with a quick milky white color just before a corner of the painting got stuck on uneven pavement. The man went tumbling down the concrete stairs, but the lights turned off? She didn’t do that…

 

[aikoscurse]

Scene: Garden
Interaction: Nothingness
Time: Afternoon

“Well, I’m not really the best in mutant health. I barely passed human biology let alone a biological study for a whole different sub-species, but i’d definitely go talk to one of the staff about that. It may just be a developing ability, but it could be something else.”

Molly sorta smiled when Alex asked if he could help out in some way. For so long she waited for Alex to open up a bit more to her. I mean, she was quite frankly the absolute best person to open up to. She was understanding and knew the pain of being a teenager in modern day as mutant. Having the capability to hurt countless people on complete accident. Being born an abomination in the public. With a small nod she patted next to where she sat, and handed him a pair of gardening gloves and scissors. “Well, you can help me by clipping these overgrown parts and un-rooting the weeds” She showed both over clippings and rooted weeds. The planter boxes had become a bit untamed due her week long mental check out where she did nothing other than read by the a nearby pond and sleep in a dark room.

“After this if you have no plans, maybe you can help me rebuild the second greenhouse? It’s kinda falling about after the last heavy rainfall, and i’m not tall enough nor strong enough move the piles of wood we need” Molly pointed over towards a barely standing greenhouse. This particular greenhouse was much smaller than the main one, but it was quite frankly…on its last two legs.

 

[Simon Strut]

Viktor Lim​

He couldn't help but stretch Matthieu's mouth into a grin so wide it split the skin. Anvelica was in her element and she was... Beautiful. He had the pleasure of watching through the auctioneer's eyes for a split second before his head cracked against of the steps and his vision went black.

Oh... Ouch. It always stung when a puppet he was connected to died.

But the pain didn't matter. Oh, it didn't matter at all. Anvelica had just shown him her power: now it was his turn to return the favour. He let most of the puppets go. Sometimes it was better to have fewer puppets with more of his will in them, than many puppets with just a sliver of him. One of them plunged his arm into the building's electrical panel, shorting all the lights. Ow, that one stung too. Although... Electrocution was a riveting way to go.

When the auctioneer hit the bottom of the staircase, lying there in a bloody, broken mess, he knew he had to show off. He threw his puppet strings over the auctioneer's corpse and the bones crunched back into place. The body rose. This one didn't have a name badge. Oh well, auctioneer would have to do. And while he was showing her this display, he might as well show the rest of his cards. All the remaining puppet moved to stand by the door at the bottom of the steps. Two women who'd been behind the bar. Four security guards. And one, very dead auctioneer.

They all opened their mouths in unison. By far, the quietest, and most unsettling in its wet, squelching whisper, was the voice of the auctioneer:

"I came looking for you with very high hopes," they chanted, "but you're more impressive than I could ever have imagined... Anvelica."

 

[vidd]

Location: The institute, outdoors.
Interaction: Alone

Caleb had been there for hours now, starting the timer of his clock, throwing a ball towards the wall and stopping the timer when the ball touched the wall.

Every time Caleb did it he felt like he could feel more closely the way his muscles pulled, like he could more clearly discern the trajectory of the ball after it left his grip, like he could predict more exactly the time at which the ball would touch the wall. His sixth sense felt hazy, like your vision after taking a long nap, but that haziness disipated slowly.

 

[aikoscurse]

Scene: Somewhere in Paris
Interaction: Simon Strut
Anvelica Roman

She heard faint footsteps and what sounded to be bones rubbing against each other, cracking as they were roughly shoved back into place. The lights flickered back on and she saw the auctioneers once- close lifeless body slowly reanimated. His neck was cracked back into place and blood was still dripping into the puddle on the ground. Some may have ran in fear, but Anvelica? Pfft. These things interested her. As the group of people began to speak she slowly walked down the stairs. Her hips delicately moving from one side to the other as she took her curious yet cautious steps down the stairs. She had grown to be no longer interested in the painting as much, as the malevolent scene displayed in front of her had been much more interesting.

“I adore that i have a fan, but who may you be?” She was no face to face with the skull-busted auctioneer looking deeply into his lifeless eyes, tilting her head slightly.

 

[Simon Strut]

Viktor Lim
Interacting with aikoscurse
Location: Somewhere in Paris​

She... She truly was perfect. Every piece of her. He couldn't reach into her mind, not while he was so spread out over many puppets. But he knew through her eyes. He could smell her thoughts. Anvelica.

My Anvelica. In her, he could see everything. Every goal accomplished. Every enemy torn and twisted and taken apart piece by piece, just to crumple back together into the wrong shape. Anvelica was the key. The key to killing him.

The puppets opened the door. It was time for him to reveal himself. There was a single hope burning a hole in his brain—the hope that she would find him a fraction as beautiful as he found her. And finally, Viktor walked through the door.

"Viktor Lim." He raised her hand to his mouth to kiss it. He froze there for a moment more than he should have. Or maybe the perfect moment. "Telepathic parasite, at your service. My plan is let you become the perfect being you were meant to be. But it will require an abundance of luck."

 

[aikoscurse]

Scene: Somewhere in Paris
Interaction: Simon Strut
Anvelica Roman

She took a small buffer step to the side to see the man appear from behind the doors. She smiled slowly feeling his warm lips pressed against her cold hands, though this wouldn’t answer any internal questions of hers. She had heard of such thing. A telepathic parasite that grew stronger amongst mentalist peers, feeding off their power combined to make one being stronger. Her eyes glimmered, gazing into Victors eyes. Utterly amazed at his abilities, but mostly his mind.

She listened to him speak before slowly raising a hand to his face. Caressing his cheek slowly, staring into his eyes. “Well, looks like it’s your lucky day handsome”

 

[Nothingness]

Location -- Garden
Mood -- Relaxed
Interactions -- aikoscurse
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Talk to one of the staff. Now, there was an idea that he could do. Even if Alex was not comfortable with everyone just yet in the institution, he did not need to be overly comfortable with meeting any of the staff and just having a conversation with them about his own powers and what was going on with them. Afterall this place was meant for mutants and for them to learn how to control and understand their power. He had already passed his basic training, yet that random headache had caused his power to activate without his own consent, might as well check up on it.

Until the time came for him to find a staff member who could help him with his health and his powers, after questioning about helping Molly out in the garden and being handed a pair of gloves as well as scissors before being told what to cut and what to uproot, he'd nod before dropping down beside her and going to work. While it wasn't exactly meditation, for some reason the whole fact of working on the garden filled him with a sense of peace in his mind that felt just the same as meditation. The clipping of specific plants felt as though he were cleansing his thoughts of the excess amounts of negativity while the sensation of tugging from uprooting the weeds released little bits of frustration that he had deep inside. Throughout most of the process of what he was told to do, Alex kept silent and paid most of his attention to his duties without even being aware that he had been quiet.
Once Molly spoke up about helping fix the second greenhouse, Alex was quick to snap out of his quiet state just to turn his attention towards the practically collapsing structure a little bit away from the duo. "Sure, I can help with that. Do you have all the supplies here for us to work on it? I can get to work on it right after this, and we can put some extra support to make sure it can withstand the weather next time."
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[Xen6n]

Location -- Bastian's Room
Mood -- Annoyed/Calmed
Interactions -- D DjalliLulezon aikoscurse Simon Strut ​

Bastian was internally grateful Valmir could convince the girl to show them to their rooms. When Molly told them where their room was located, he wanted to argue about it but let it slide, finding it confusing they were split up in different buildings not like he cared (lies). To his surprise she would show them to his room first, it made him think the girl was just trying to get rid of him, but he stayed quiet to himself as they were at the door to his room. Replying with a hum and taking the keys, Bastian would go in until he stopped midway when he sensed a mutant presence near him, he didn't even need to look their way and knew they were an S-Tier Telepath and Telekinetic who came to see the girl for some thieving problem he didn't care about. He made a mental note to keep his mind fortified in case they wanted to snoop around, he wasn't above just firing back with their own power for invading his privacy. Grunting in response to the situation he entered his room with his luggage and waved at Valmir mouthing "see you later" before he closed the door.

Just as the girl said, it was fairly empty but also surprisingly well stationed for an institute, they probably had a lot of money. It was spacy and satisfied Bastian, so dropping his bags on the floor, he dropped himself on the bed lying back, and just stared at the ceiling when a thought came to him. He remembered he had to call his uncle when he reached, so pulling out his phone he dialed his uncle's number and awaited his voice.

-- "Hey kiddo, I assume since you called me you reached the institute? How is it?"

-- "A prison", Bastian grunted, crossing his legs on the bed as he sat up.

-- "Oh c'mon, don't be like that I'm sure it's great over there"

-- "Well the room seems nice, unless the students here have a tendency to barge in people's rooms, we'll have a problem"

-- "Sure, just don't get in trouble, please"

-- "Don't count on it"

-- "Bastian..."

-- "Okay fine, I won't...so how's everything going on with you in France?"

-- "Well I just made Quiche Lorraine, Kobe doesn't seem to want them" (Kobe is his dog's name)

-- "You cooked and haven't burned the house down, oh my god, is the world about to end?", he gasped dramatically with a smile plastered on his face.

-- "Yeah yeah very funny, I learned a lot of things being in France, you can't deny that Bouillabaisse was amazing!"

-- "Ok your right on that one, but only because I helped you prepare the oysters, I would rather not get poisoned"

-- "I had everything under control, that was you just being paranoid"

-- "For good reasons"

-- "Pshh, yeah right"

Both of them laughed wholeheartedly on the phone and as they calmed down, Kain would continue, "Well I'm guessing I should leave you to unpacking your things, you had a long flight"

-- "Yeah it was, I swore my ass would've dropped"

-- "Hahaha, well goodbye and remember what I said, no trouble"

-- "Okayyy, Bye"

Bastian ended the call and sighed as he sat back down on the bed, watching the luggage he had to run through. Sighing in frustration he picked himself up and pulled his bags to his feet and began opening them, sorting through his things.

 

[All]

Location -- Garden
Interactions -- aikoscurse Nothingness
Stopping her movements suddenly, Morrigan turns her attention out the window to the overlook of the garden and entrance gates down below, taking in several familiar figures, and several new ones. Flicking her gaze between each her eyes eventually fall on the lips of each person as she continues to observe like a motionless statue. She remained in position until the group eventually split apart, the new residents being lead to there room after the introductions. From this point she made her way down towards the gardens and main entrance, stepping out and moving across the stone of the grounds without a sound until she came to a stop close to the greenhouse where she could study the interactions far more closely.

 

[DjalliLulezon]

Location: Right Wing of Institute
Interactions: aikoscurse Xen6n

Valmir tapped Bastian on the shoulder as a form of good bye, and when the door closed he turned back to Molly. He wasn't bothered by an empty room, as he wasn't much for decoration or furniture and so was happy with the basic essentials. "I guess it's time for my room, then." Molly said his room was all the way at the other wing, so he turned to walk there. However he wouldn't be able to tell which was his, so he still needed some help finding it.

"So how much does the government pay for our rooms? I imagine not that much, right?" Valmir had never been to a school like this, so the idea that the government actually gives enough of a shit to pay the students for living expenses? That sounded too good to be true." Then Valmir thought that, if he was going to be going to school with her, he should know a little bit about her. Doesn't hurt to know who you're colleagues are.

"So how long have you been in the Institute?"