Realistic or Modern New and Improved || Detailed Metahuman Thing || CLOSED

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Jordyn nodded to Camilla glad for the support. At least a few people were with them. They leaned against the wall, closing their eyes, suddenly remembered how tired they were. After shopping, they sometimes had a nap, if they didn't work that day. Thankfully, they weren't working today, so no one would miss them. Then again, maybe that was a bad thing. Jordyn wasn't one for playing hooky, so maybe someone would realize they were missing, eventually. Hopefully.

Clive seemed like Jordyn's type, stating that major bullshittery was going on here. Jordyn was inclined to agree, but there were several here who were starting to state some scientific-sounding facts. Like before, Jordyn didn't believe it, but still, could it be a possibility? They didn't really want to hang around long enough to find out. They had a good thing going on back home, and they did not want this to ruin everything.

"Let's say this is real, that they're all telling the truth." Jordyn spoke up, their voice just a bit impatient-sounding. "Would you want this? Who here wants to be a superhero?" The tattoo artist suddenly changed their tone to a bit more upset and angry. "You think they brought us here to do fucking nothing? They're gonna hurt us. It doesn't matter if nothing ends up happening to us. We're never gonna be the same. They might even fucking kill us after they're done."

 

[Misty Gray]

Marco observed the others as they took turns to introduce themselves. Realising William was blind, he could only wonder how much more confusing and concerning this whole situation was for him. Marco could see and he was still greatly unsettled. He then looked to Valoire as the pretty young woman spoke softly. He knew he would have to remain as level-headed as he could whilst in this room - some of the others were clearly younger than himself, so he would have to contain his frustration if they were still able to remain so calm.

As some of the others began suggesting, or even throwing out supporting "evidence", that superpowers were possible, he chose to bite his tongue. They were entitled to their opinions, even if he disagreed with them. This was hardly the platform for such a debate, especially considering he'd soon see he was right, even though that probably meant Dr Fenn would be stealing his organs or something equally grotesque. A superpower would be much preferred, but that really was an absurd notion.

Marco returned Ben's handshake and smiled as much as he could given the situation. "I agree with you, and if I do get out of this place alive, I will make sure this Dr Fenn is stripped of her title," he assured him. Tardy Grade

When Camilla gave her introduction, Marco sent her a friendly smile. It was a shame they were in this room under such circumstances as he would love to chat with her about medicine and how her studies were going. As much as it would distract him from the impending doom, it would probably be rude to ignore the others during their introductions. M MiladySolo

When Amanda spoke up about the potential reasons they'd been kidnapped, Marco relented, somewhat. "Perhaps you're right about this not being anything to do with stealing our organs, but I do not for a moment believe in the kinds of abilities being suggested. Those ideas belong in science fiction only," he maintained. He didn't want to debate about it as they'd get their answers soon, but he couldn't just sit and listen to ideas he disagreed with. CrimsonEclipse

When Jordyn posed the question of whether anyone would want to be a superhero, Marco closed his eyes and massaged his forehead with one hand. All he wanted to do was cure his patients. Stop good people from dying so young. Thinking of his patients made him consider how things would have gone down back at work - his patients and colleagues would not have been happy with his unplanned absence. Hopefully his out of character behaviour will have sounded alarm bells.

 

[Tardy Grade]

Ben Ferryman

Str 3
Dex 3
Con 5
Int 4
Wis 4
Cha 3

Neat Freak

Location: Unknown

The Ben felt relief as the discussion in the room grew. Speaking their minds on the matter and getting to know each other would breed a sense of familiarity. That would then breed ... wait... doesn't familiarity breed contempt? Meh. Cross that hurdle when we get there. Now ...

"So we are mostly in agreement of the fact that something unusual, but well funded, is happening here and that the claims Doct... Mrs ... Miss? I really hate titles... 'Fenn' has done things that we can't explain for reasons she's said but we can't trust."

"One of us is with them now. Assuming that she, or no one else here is a 'planted operative'... then we should be able to get a better understanding of that matter soon enough." The room was broken into people who were open to believing such things, not against it as a possible reason but seeing it as and unlikely one and those that chalked it up to insane drivel.

"Also I apologize if I seem a bit paranoid. I assure you it's just a result of reading too many books and not due to any worrisome mental issues." He spoke in a way he hoped was reassuring but had to put his hand down when it began to try and perform the jedi-mind-trick hand motion.

"As to the matter of 'super powers' I suppose I'm in the section of us playing Devil's advocate. Some of the abilities portrayed in such media are achievable. Truth is always co-evolving with fiction. Jules Vernes himself set forth the notion of underwater travel to great depths leading to the creation of the submarine. Fiction has the power to bend minds ... good and bad results notwithstanding... and affect our very reality."

"But. As I said earlier seeing one person display an 'ability' does not an argument make. Also I am starving ... I think they have a stocked pantry somewhere here and this ordeal has taxed us all to no end. Rather than simply waiting for further 'orders' we should maintain our strength for whatever is to come."

He stood from his seat and tested his legs out. The shaking had stopped and he let out another sigh of relief. Taking a look around their group and imagining the facility they were being kept in he couldn't help but click his tongue in annoyance.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

CLEAR

 

[WhipDing]

Clive continued to listen in on the conversation. At least he wasn't the only one with any common sense - a few of them had finally realised that what they were talking about was ridiculous, and that was no way that anything that was about to happen to them was going to be any good for them. Perhaps there was some hope for them after all.

This Jordyn guy seemed to get it, at least... he was the only other one who seemed fully aware that they weren't getting out of here... not in one piece, anyway. As usual, life had dealt Clive the worst hand of cards, and now, at best, he was going to die here, surrounded by people he'd never met before, and a bunch of lunatics who apparently had nothing better to do. Why him? Why, of the people in the world, had they picked him? He certainly knew he wasn't special, regardless of what bullshit they'd fed him, so why had they pulled him specifically off the streets, when they could have taken anyone else? Was his luck really that bad?

...or maybe they just knew he wouldn't be missed. He gave out a hollow laugh at the thought.

And then, of course, the conversation returned to discussing 'superpowers' or whatever. He rolled his eyes. Why were they even considering that still? It was that kind of head-in-the-clouds thinking that screwed over people like him - if people just lived in reality a bit more, maybe life would be a little better. This Ben was trying to take some kind of control over the situation, something that seemed futile by this point - they weren't breaking out of here no matter what, so why even bother? That said... it'd been quite a while since he last ate. Might as well die filled with food.

He sat up, taking his feet off the table, and looked over his shoulder at the other rooms.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm down for food. Last Supper and all that, right?"

Tardy Grade boo.

 

[Isune]

Aric Beltran​

Today would have been a normal day for Aric. He had decided that today he'd go off for a jog down by the track near his dorm. He slipped on some loose fitting clothes, not even bothering to make himself look presentable since it was still somewhat early in the morning. He slipped on some comfortable shoes and had a nice cup of coffee before heading out for a jog. He put on his headphones and went out to the track. He turned up his music to max and began his jog.

After his third or so lap, Aric noticed a large van parked nearby with two guys getting out. They looked pretty official, but he had no idea why they were there. Looking down at his watch, Aric raised an eyebrow. Who, aside from students, would there be here at 5:30 in the morning? Whatever, it really wasn't a place for Aric to be sticking his nose into anyway.

Shrugging off what he saw, Aric continued on with his jogging. After about a half-hour, Aric left the track and went into a empty little corner where a vending machine was located. A nice little breakfast pastry all to himself before classes started at 6:30. That was when he saw the two men from earlier approaching him. Aric reached down and grabbed his snack as he asked the two,"Is there something I can help you two-"

Suddenly being cut off, Aric got grabbed. He tried to fight back against the two, kicking and twisting to try and get free from their grip. It all seemed to be in vain as he was dragged off without anyone noticing.

The ride itself was a quiet one. While Aric wanted to scream and thrash around like a child throwing a temper tantrum, he remained as calm as he possibly could given the situation. His breath was still shaky and his hands were still balled up into tight fists, ready to nail the first person to try and harvest his organs. Oh how Aric wished he had his cellphone on him. Unfortunately for him, those bastards took it. Even if he did still have it, it probably wouldn't be smart to try and make a call while in the same vehicle as your captors.

Then, their ride came to a sudden stop and Aric was almost thrown out of the vehicle. He looked around and almost fainted when he saw that they were in the middle of nowhere! If he or anyone else were to escape, they'd probably die of thirst before they even got anywhere. This wasn't good, not in the slightest. He didn't get to take in the view for long though. Aric, along with everyone else, was already being ushered into the facilities. It was almost like stepping into an entirely new world.

Aric stood along with the others, almost completely ignoring them as he looked around. How the hell could anyone afford to pay for these kinds of facilities? This didn't seem like some ordinary "wake up in a bath filled with ice and one of your kidney's missing" kind of operation. No, something much bigger was going on here. But what exactly was this "greater conspiracy"?

Almost by complete coincidence, a lady walked in...with three insanely armed guards. Almost immediately, Aric straightened himself up. He would like to keep his body without any holes being shot and or stabbed into it. That was when the lady introduced herself as doctor Savanna Fenn. A doctor? Man, things just kept getting weirder by the second. And then, the "bombshell" was dropped.

"Metahumans?" Aric said to himself. Superheros? Mutants? This couldn't be real, there was no way this could possibly be real life! Any minute now, Aric's alarm would go off, waking him up for any day of classes. Yep, any minute now. That, was when the "doctor" decided to show instead of tell. Aric watched in both horror and amazement as the table was flattened. He did jump somewhat, not expecting anything like this to happen. He then turned his gaze back to Fenn. How? How did she do that? Would they all be able to do that, or would some just grow a tail? All these ideas were racing around in Aric's mind like a super ball on steroids. He instantly stopped his thoughts dead in their tracks as Fenn resumed her little "speech". She talked about how she planned to make these powers surface. Aric had seen enough superhero movies to know that for such a thing to actually happen, there would be a lot of needles and pain involved. As she motioned for them all to follow, Aric was one of the first out. Not because he was excited to get cut open and probably painfully tortured, but instead because those guards looked like they meant business.

He paid little attention as Fenn listed off names, but instead on where they were headed. Aric was actually very surprised when they arrived in the commons. At least they weren't going to be murdered right away. That helped...somewhat. Not quite sure what else he could do at this point, Aric went straight to one of the rooms. It was a cozy little space, and maybe Aric wouldn't mind staying in it if he wasn't abducted! He left the room and joined back up with everyone. He sat on the arm of an empty sofa and watched as everyone introduced themselves. Seeing as how these people were probably going to be the last he ever saw before being brutally murdered by some mad doctor, Aric raised up one of his arms and said,"Name's Aric, with an "A"."

While everyone else conversed, Aric kept silent. He was still somewhat in shock and what he just happened. Being abducted, the whole table thing, now this? This day just got weirder and weirder. Finally, Aric stood up. He looked at everyone and said,"I'm not feeling all that hungry. I'm gonna go lay down, wake me when they're about to slice me open and steal my brain...if anyone of you are still alive by then."

And with that, Aric went to what was now his room, kicked off his shoes, threw himself into the bed, and just laid there. He couldn't sleep, not like he wanted to. He just wanted to escape into his own thoughts for a moment. This whole thing was happening way too fast for him, and Aric didn't like it one bit.

 

[Tardy Grade]

Ben Ferryman

Str 3
Dex 3
Con 5
Int 4
Wis 4
Cha 3

Neat Freak

Location: Unknown

Judging by the sparse reaction he could only assume that they were to busy digesting what was happening around them to care about engaging in a meal of any sort. His own meager knowledge in coaxing people into eating and history of having that turn to success was frugal at best. Since he couldn't force them to eat he went with those who wanted something for themselves and began to make a meal.

He chose the frozen pizza and decided to indulge himself a bit. The pizza was a simple cheese margherita so he found some toppings that ought to go nice together. To his befuddlement they even had a stock of fresh vegetables store at 4 degrees C to keep them from spoiling fast but not spoiling over. While he was going about his business he was constantly panning to the scene of the metal bending and crumpling. Telekinetic outcome, expressing control of over matter.

But was it true telekinesis? Something else? A hoax? But if so then why? Why any of this? Why them? Why him? Too many unanswered questions for their silent captors.

By the time he'd finished heating the pizza and decorating the pizza he suddenly realised just how hungry he'd been. His walk back he saw someone walk into a room in a brooding mood while he headed towards the dining table and then to the nearby sink to wash his hands. Then wash them again for good measure.

Cutting the outline of the slices three times before remembering to collect a drink. Unfortunately upon doing so he slipped on the immaculately clean tiling and sprained his ankle rather badly.

"Arghhh! Fuck! Medic! Man down!!" he cried out while blinking away tears, clutching at his leg and avoiding looking down at all cost.

CLEAR

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Amanda was starting to get really annoyed and upset. Why were they ganging up on her?! They were the ones asking the question! Normally Amanda would just keep her mouth shut and say nothing, not this time though. This is really going against her normal personality, but her anxiety had given her a bit of courage, it also made her very irritable.

"You were the ones who asked me if it was possible, and I said yes because it is true. But then you all get upset and criticize me for it because you disliked or disagreed with my opinion." Amanda said, her voice trembling. She wasn't saying it in a loud voice because she isn't used to it, but one could clearly hear how upset she is. "Don't blame me because you can't comprehend it. I know were all anxious, nervous, and afraid, but you don't have to be, um, a-assholes about it." She stuttered when she cursed, a bit disgusted at herself for even saying the word, but she couldn't choose a more appropriate substitute to it at the moment.

"You all keep saying its the stuff of fictions and that it's impossible, but just centuries ago, even electricity wasn't even a concept. The technology we take for granted right now would easily be magic when placed a couple of centuries in the past." She continued, the anger(?) she felt gave her steam to keep going. Her inner teacher was coming out, having been too used scolding the delinquent students in her class.

Amanda would no doubt have gone in for some time, but just as she was about to continue with her lecture, Ben the librarian suddenly shouted in pain. Amanda rushed towards Ben, her lecture completely forgotten. She inspected his foot and saw that it was badly sprained. She tried to help him towards one of the couches, but she found it hard to support him on her own. "Um, sorry about what I did earlier, but could one of you help me get him to a couch?" She asked the others in the room, finding it a bit embarrassing to do so considering that she was ranting at them just mere moments ago.

Tardy Grade

 

[Roxasarass]

Quentin J. McCollum

Quentin just stayed quiet after his introduction. Doing this kind of thing probably wasn't helping much with what was currently happening whatsoever, just some way of passing time before what these people were gonna actually do to them. Before an inevitable death, but thoughts like that are only going to bring this place down. But such things are very possible, despite how crazy it might be so Quentin believed that and said it. Even the littlest of chances would be enough for him.

He leaned against onto the wall that seemed to be the farthest from them and folded his arms, deeply thinking about this situation and getting lost in his thoughts about that. But just then he'd been brought back by one of the others angrily responding to the ones who believed all of this to be true, him included. What the guy said made sense, definitely. Whatever the reason they kidnapped them was probably not good, but Quentin just had to keep his hopes up high instead of being negative. If it was death they were to be facing soon, he would hope they'd be quick and painless with it.

He just kept himself quiet, just watching the others as they talked and talked. It felt awkward before, but now it'd be much more awkward probably. Right now, all Quentin wanted was just a way out or some peace. After the others talked, that angry guy from earlier suggested eating. A last meal before they killed them, if that was to be the case. And considering how Quentin was a chef, the head chef at that, it sounded somewhat tempting. He could cook them all a great meal, maybe even the best of what he's got to offer. If it really was the last meal they had, he could make it the best they had.

But he didn't say anything and just kept to himself. Still thinking about this all. And then he heard Ben shouting out for help, and saw that Amanda went straight over to help him up. Then ask for help with bringing him to a couch. To this, Quentin decided to assist. "I'll help," he said bluntly before going over to the two and assisting Amanda with carrying Ben. "You alright there?" He asked Ben, knowing that he clearly wasn't alright.

Tardy Grade CrimsonEclipse

 

[Misty Gray]

Marco watched on as Amanda had something of an outburst about some of them disagreeing with her regarding the possibility of superpowers and the like. He didn't like how she was talking down to them, suggesting they were unable to "comprehend" the crazy notion. He thought he'd been quite civil in his dismissing of the idea, but apparently he'd come across as an asshole for his his belief. He wasn't about to argue any further. This was a tense and worrying situation for all, and they'd soon find out why there were in this place anyway. He wasn't really a confrontational person and he couldn't really focus on the others for much longer as his mind was filled with an intense dread. He didn't want to be tortured or whatever was going to happen, but he was now just wanting to get it out of the way and have his turn.

When Ben yelled out in pain upon spraining his ankle, it made Marco jump. The shock almost made him yell out some expletive about people needing to calm down. Instead, he took a deep breath and approached the scene as Amanda and Quentin helped Ben to the couch. Having appropriate knowledge, Marco decided to take a look at the man's injured ankle and also acknowledged the young lady with medical skills. "Camilla, we have a sprained ankle here," he calmly spoke her name. "You need to keep your foot elevated, Ben. We need some ice and something to wrap around his ankle to compress it," he called out to the others, as an instruction more than a suggestion. He hadn't explored the areas they were confined to so didn't know if they had access to such things. "If there's nothing in here, then how about getting the attention of the crooks who have us locked in here - on the off-chance they might actually want to help their guinea pigs."

M MiladySolo Tardy Grade Roxasarass CrimsonEclipse

 

[MiladySolo]

When Marco sent her a friendly smile, she returned it, acknowledging him. Camilla could tell that he was a good man, judging by his actions and demeanour. She could see herself working under someone like that. Maybe she could, when - if - they all got out alive and healthy enough to go on working. She had devoted her life to her career, even if she had some not-so-brief flings throughout her life. Camilla loved her studies, the rush of saving someone's life. It's why she went into trauma surgery; you never knew what was coming next and how it would have to be handled.

She only realized her own moderate hunger when Clive made his reference to The Last Supper. Camilla voiced her agreement, but it wasn't as enthusiastic as she meant it to come out. After having barely two hours of sleep thanks to her extensive studying, listening to her three two-hour lectures, being freaked out for whatever the amount of time it took of them to arrive to their current location and listening to all the shit Fenn had to say, she was exhausted. She waited a few minutes before following him into the kitchen, resting her head quietly for a minute or two. Cam listened to Aric's introduction, though it was more depressing towards the end. She sympathized with his pessimistic view of what was to happen, though.

Camilla had gone over to get herself a drink, she prayed there was a Coke or Pepsi in the fridge. Just as she began her search, there was a shout of profanity from one of the others. She rushed over to see Amanda, Quentin and Marco getting Ben over to the couch. She immediately dashed towards the group. When Marco addressed her and briefed her on the situation, she automatically sprung into action. She retrieved ice from the freezer and a paper towel to wrap the frozen cubes. She pressed it to Ben's ankle and examined her surroundings for something to use as a - hopefully - temporary bandage. "Can someone hand me that scarf?" She motioned in the general direction the chair she'd been previously occupying, seeing her thin brown shawl splayed across the armchair.

Misty Gray WhipDing Isune

 

[StoneWolf18]

12: 45 AM || Undisclosed Location​

They continued to talk about the subject for almost an hour when Dr. Fenn returned looking rather annoyed, guards trailing behind her. "Due to unfortunate circumstances..." she said, almost growling the words. "We are going to have to make some adjustments." The guards then rushed forward, grabbing a few of the people that were within the room and hauling them easily out from the door they had entered from. "That's better..." she sighed, running a hand through her unnaturally straight hair, her trademark plastic expression soon returning. "You all should consider yourselves lucky that you were not chosen to be... repurposed. Anyway, here is the new order..."

“Marco Rodriguez…” ( Misty Gray )
"Aric Beltran..." ( Isune )
"Valoire Moore....” ( StoneWolf18 )
“Cline Hayden….” ( WhipDing )
“Camilla Haas….” ( M MiladySolo )
"Amanda Scott..." ( CrimsonEclipse )
“William Code…” ( Kloudy )
“And Ben Ferryman…” ( Tardy Grade )

With that, another guard stepped forward from the hall, nearing Marco and giving him a chance to come peacefully. "If you would, Dr. Rodriguez..."​

.​

 

[Misty Gray]

Marco managed a smile as Camilla moved in quickly to act on the situation. He took a back seat as she began tending to Ben with the ice. When she requested the scarf, he rushed to the chair and took the accessory before handing it to the young woman. "Well, Ben... If this superpower business turns out to be true, let's hope you're gifted with some form of super cellular regeneration," he joked, trying to lighten the situation a little.

When Dr. Fenn and her guards eventually returned, Marco glared at them from his seat on the couch. As the guards suddenly grabbed some of the others and dragged them out of the room, Marco felt his body tense up. He had to force himself to take deep breaths to calm down - there was nothing good to come out of confronting those arseholes and he wouldn't even stand a chance. "Yes, we're real lucky..." he muttered under his breath. What the Hell was "re-purposed" even supposed to mean? When the new order was called out and he was first, Marco felt a lump form in his throat and he couldn't help but feel a little sick.

With that, another guard stepped forward from the hall, nearing Marco and giving him a chance to come peacefully. "If you would, Dr. Rodriguez..."

"You needn't bother," he calmly but firmly told the guard, pointing and motioning for the man to back off. He wasn't stupid enough to put up a fight. He got up onto his feet and glanced to the others in the room. "Well, good luck..." he apprehensively told them. He didn't really know any of these people, but he hoped for everyone's sake he would see them all again. He then walked to Dr. Fenn and the guards, making it clear he would come peacefully and didn't want the guards anywhere near him. "This is all insanity, you do realise?" he said, to Dr. Fenn.
​

M MiladySolo StoneWolf18 Tardy Grade

 

[StoneWolf18]

12: 47 AM || Undisclosed Location​

"Dr-" Dr. Fenn dismissed him without a glance as they began to walk towards a different room. "I would suggest you hold such judgments until you see this for yourself."

They entered a room which was the same painful white as the last, although there was a modern wooden conference table with multiple comfortable looking chairs stationed around it. The guards remained outside the door and they entered, the scientist took a seat and gestured for him to do the same. Placing the Manila folder she had with her on the table, she looked through it briefly before removing what looked to be a patient file with the image from his driver's license on the top corner. "Now then... it says here from your blood work..." she didn't elaborate on how it had been done, just that it was. "That you should have some form of cellular regeneration." Looking up as if it were the most normal in the world, she then examined him for a moment, nodding as her eyes focused onto his right arm. "May I see your arm, please?" Once he would it laying palm-up upon the cool table, she reached into her lab coat and retrieved a stainless steel scalpel. Leaning forward, Dr. Fenn slowly made a shallow incision near the center, making sure that the ability wasn't already in effect as blood began to well within the small, painless wound.

Waiting a moment, watching intently, she then set down the bloodstained tool. "I thought as much... most of you here will require a moderate jumpstart to activate it, although I still need to check regardless. Unlike what all of you think, we aren’t looking to torture and or kill you, or you wouldn’t be here right now. As for the taking by force… well, no one in their right mind would’ve came willingly. Trust me when I say that.” Her voice had grown a touch more… sincere as had her expression. Less of an evil mastermind putting on a show and more of a tired middle-aged woman no different than someone you’d pass on the street.

Once the bleeding on Marco’s cut had finally ceased, she removed a syringe from the same pocket, removing its lid after double checking the dose. “If those who had begun this project were still in charge…” Dr. Fenn continued. “Then they would’ve simply cut off all your limbs to see if they would return, seeing you as expendable.” A small, somewhat sad, simile passed over her lips as she looked down at the doctor’s arm, noticeably distant for a moment until she finally lifted the instrument she held over his skin. “I apologize for how… unpleasant this is going to feel. What this is going to do is begin to break down certain cells within your body to force it to repair them. Nothing vital will be attacked of course, and if nothing happens after a few minutes then it is possible you had been falsely diagnosed. Should that occur I can confidently say that the worst this will do to you is give a mild sense of nausea for the next hour or so.” And with out any more hesitation, she slowly inserted the needle into his skin, pressing down onto the plunger so the clear liquid would enter.

At first, nothing would be felt as Dr. Fenn replaced the cap on the syringe and prepare it to be discarded. But, it soon felt as if she had forced maga through your veins rather than a bunch of chemicals. She would notice the pain displayed within his eyes and face despite if he would’ve attempted to hide it or not. If he could’ve ignored the fierce pain that was currently consuming him, he might’ve noticed the slight desperate hope that lingered within her expression although why it was there, couldn’t been known.

Soon the pain began to dull, the scientist before him seeming to hold a faint air of relief as the small wound she had made suddenly sealed itself at a supernatural rate. “Good…. Good…” She murmured half to herself, picking up the scalpel once more and then making yet another but this time much deeper. As expected, it healed up just like the other had, no scarring or marks left behind. “This now means…” She was unable to hide the relief within her voice. “That should any part of you be damaged or even removed in some way, you should be able to heal it back without suffering any effects of blood loss. Although you can still feel pain, Mr. Rodriguez, should you play your cards right you can consider yourself immortal as from this point forward, the cells within your body are ready to repair and multiply, aging not being a major concern anymore.”​

Misty Gray ​

 

[Misty Gray]

Marco entered the room with Dr. Fenn and looked around. The bright, clinical whiteness of it all was nothing new to him, but given the circumstance, is was quite discomforting for him. He looked to see the guards had remained outside the door and he sat down beside the scientist. He'd expected an operating table with restraints included, but the fact it wasn't barely reassured him. He watched as she opened the file, displaying his driver's license and then she mentioned his blood work. "How do you know so much about me? Is this some government operation?" he suspiciously asked.

Before he could wait for an answer, she continued and mentioned he had 'cellular regeneration'. She mentioned it so casually, like he'd just been told he had brown hair. He couldn't help but laugh. "Now I know you're messing with my head. You were obviously listening to my earlier conversations with the others." When she asked to see his hand, he was still shaking his head and laughing to himself. He complied, deciding to humour her. Once his arm was flat on the table, he saw he remove the scalpel. "No, I've humoured you enough now. You're not..." he began, but silenced himself as he recalled the nearby guards. Frustrated, he placed his arm back onto the table and allowed her to make an incision in his skin. He tensed slightly as he blocked out the minor pain, choosing to let it happen if it would prove her wrong.

"A jump start? Oh come, on now... This has gone on long enough," he protested. "I'm bleeding and you owe me an apology." He listened to her as she explained he wasn't there to be tortured. He wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but this was his life and everything he knew about himself that was being played with. As she mentioned her predecessors would have removed his limbs, he held back any further retorts, sensing the sad smile on her face. Insanity or not, to her this was all genuine.

"I'd rather you didn't attack my cells, but if it will finally put an end to all of this, then I guess I don't have much choice," he told her. He took a deep breath as she injected the liquid into his arm. It wasn't that bad... until it suddenly kicked in and he could feel everything surging through his veins. "Jesus Chr--" he hissed, but tried to remain still and overcome the pain. He caught Dr. Fenn's expression and it seemed like she really wanted this experiment to work.

As he saw the wound suddenly heal, he froze, stunned. He barely even noticed the second cut she made on his arm, but he did notice it heal up without even leaving any scar. "No..." he whispered, shaking head as he tried to process what was happening. Either they'd injected him with some hallucinogenic drugs or he'd been wrong about this. He wasn't sure he like either of those possibilities. "Immortal? No, this is wrong... This is... What did you do to me?" he asked, assuming the healing was purely the result of what had been injected into his bloodstream. He hands were visibly trembling as he struggled to accept this. For a moment, a smile appeared on his face as he thought of how amazing it was that he'd been able to heal from those wounds. The smile soon faded as his mind jumped back to the concerns that often plagued his mind. "Why would I need this? There's nothing wrong with me that needs to be healed in this way. I have young, dying patients who would give anything for a chance like this. I don't deserve to have this power," he desperately told her.

StoneWolf18

 

[StoneWolf18]

12: 55 AM || Undisclosed Location​

As he began to speak, saying he didn't deserve it, Dr. Fenn signed and leaned back in her chair, the blade being returned to its place on the table. “Believe me… if this could be reproduced on a massive scale…” her face then slowly distorted into an odd look of mixed emotions as her voice faded, soon trying to conceal it as she cleared her throat. The professional air she had held previously now in in tatters. “If it could be mass produced, they would have already killed you, cloning the DNA in your blood for dilution in medicine and… overpowering for the creation of soldiers. So, for now, it am unable to control whether or not you deserve it. Work with it, however, and you just might be able to help that do.” With that, she stood, gesturing for the man to do the same as they neared the door. The shorter woman remaining silent as he exited back into the common area.

Not getting another person immediately, she shut the door and leaned heavily upon it, eyes closed as a ringing began to originate from another pocket in her labcoat. Slowly removing the cell phone and answering the call, she winced as the voice on the other end exploded. “What the actual fuck, Savanna?!” Whoever it was, they weren’t happy. “Sir-” She tried to begin but was almost instantly cut off. “You said you were stable enough to handle this, now look what you’re doing. Do I need to send in the fucking calvary and have this done the hard way?” Eyes wide she pushed herself off the door somewhat. “See, that woke you up…” He grumbled. “Now get to work.” With that the call was disconnected, leaving Dr. Fenn more than stunned. Slowly she lowered her phone back into her pocket, resuming her place on the door.

Finally when she had collected herself, she asked the guards to retrieve the next one to recieve their ability. Aric Beltron. Taking a seat at the confence table once more, she took out a pen and made a few notes on Dr. Rodriguez's sheet file before setting it back inside and removing the next. Scanning it, she cursed beneath her breath, worry beginning to cloud her mind.

How the hell was this supposed to work.​

Isune Misty Gray ​

 

[Misty Gray]

Marco watched Dr. Fenn and couldn't help but think she was troubled about this situation herself. Perhaps she wasn't the one pulling the strings here and he really hoped this didn't meant there was still more to be worried about. He was too stunned to question the scientist any further and it seemed she had a lot more work to get through. "I'll try to work with it..." he unconvincingly told her. He had a lot to process in his head and he needed time to figure it out. All he could think was that he was glad this couldn't be replicated as he didn't want to become some kind of test subject.

When Marco re-entered the common area, there was a dejected air about him. He didn't really want to discuss what had happened, feeling like he needed to sit alone to try to accept what had just gone on. However, he knew he was in a room full of worried and confused people, who needed some kind of explanation. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced around the room. "I was wrong... about everything, I think," he said, unable to make any sort of eye-contact. "As far as I'm aware, we'll all get to keep our organs. And... well, the superhuman abilities thing. It's all real," he admitted. He then pointed towards the kitchen area. "Was there an liquor in the fridge?" he asked. It hadn't even crossed his mind that having this power unlocked in him meant he probably couldn't even get drunk anymore.

StoneWolf18 Tardy Grade M MiladySolo Kloudy WhipDing CrimsonEclipse

 

[WhipDing]

Clive had retaken his position in one of the armchairs by this point, slightly perturbed by the events that had just taken place. Some of the people in the room had been taken away entirely, without any real explanation of what was happening to them. The woman had claimed that they were the lucky ones... but that didn't exactly put his mind to rest. Would she have said anything different if they weren't? Only time would tell.

He was pretty surprised when Marco re-entered the room, though - he'd assumed that being taken away was essentially a death sentence.

It was worse than he'd expected. One of the few people in the room who'd been as realistic about the whole situation as he was had just totally changed his tune. Either they'd done something incredibly horrible to him in the short time he'd been gone, or...

Brainwashing.

He'd heard about it before, how seemingly unbreakable people were suddenly made to change their minds to fit some unrealistic view of the world. They could make you believe what they wanted you to believe, common sense and logic be damned. Chemicals, drugs, he didn't know how they did it - but he was convinced it was real.

The most important thing was not to react. They could become violent if you challenged the newly-formed 'beliefs'. So, instead, he just continued munching on the carrot he'd pulled out of the fridge a few minutes ago, keeping quiet. He wasn't going to be the one to set off his berserker switch, or whatever they'd brainwashed into him.

Misty Gray

 

[Kloudy]

William Rundell Haus Code

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William was probably about as concerned as anyone in the room was, but it was amplified more so by the fact that he had less of a clue what was happening than those who could see. As the others were apparently taken away, William could only shake his head and mutter, "Repurposed. I shudder to think what that might entail..." Clearly shaken by the whole situation, it was not until the doctor had returned did William snap out of his private thoughts to pay attention to the sounds around him. Leaning forward with his face pointed in the first guy on the list's direction, William seemed to be the epitome of worried concern and curiosity, "So its real? The mention of supernatural abilities, I mean. May I ask what swayed you? You must forgive me, I often don't quite believe everything that I see for the first time." A light smirk rose to his lips again at his own little joke, a tint of humour for an otherwise grave atmosphere.

The testing had apparently not taken long, William had noticed. And indeed Marco seemed relatively unharmed, not a mark on him from testing, torture of otherwise. It was some relief to hear that thy would keep their organs, but William was rather unsure as to whether their sanity would also remain so free. Perhaps a form of brainwashing had occurred for that brief period of time, perhaps he had only been sent back to calm the rest of them down, to ensure they did not try to escape. If each person here truly harboured some form of a powerful ability, then surely it would be more than a worry that they would try to escape with their newfound advantages. William was unsure of what kind of other countermeasures these people had to keep them here or if telekinesis and armed guards was the long and short of it, but the blind gentleman hoped that everyone kept their peace. He was entirely prepared to die in a jailbreak just yet, so he could only hope that the strange woman from before was telling the truth about their immediate future.

Misty Gray

 

[Tardy Grade]

Ben Ferryman

Str 3
Dex 3
Con 5
Int 4
Wis 4
Cha 3

Neat Freak

Location: Unknown

It took Ben a moment to come to grips with his physical hurt. Having been quite some time since he'd last injured himself like this, possibly years going by his usually careful approach to life. Funny how it only takes a moment to snap back to reality and be like,"Oh! There goes gravity!".

The incident only rekindled in him some of the anxiety he'd got a handle on earlier. Amanda was the first to his aid and he kept that point in mind for any events that may play themselves out in the future. The others were kind enough to help him get comfortable while the docs got to work on his ankle. From the words being thrown around and his own rough estimates of how bad it felt he knew he'd be decommissioned for a while with respect to running or moving at any pace other than slow, jerky walking. ( Roxasarass )

Sitting down with his foot raised and some sort of fabric tightly wound around his ankle, he turned back to see what was left of his meal on the floor and his stomach still very much in knots. Knots on the outside and inside. Lovely. Pretty aware of his own discomfort he slowly adjusted to the fact that he'd been avoiding how bad this situation truly was. ( M MiladySolo )

People had just been taken in droves. Almost half their number with little to no explanation before Marco had been taken. He returned in a less than usual seeming state granted he knew little of the man prior but his composure was definitely shaken compared to his prior self.

No matter what the reasoning. They'd been snatched. Location Unknown.

He let out a groan as he waved at Marco. "Pour me a cup while you're at it if you'd be so inclined? I don't think I'm going to be able to put much weight on this sucker and sure as hell don't want to be fully sober when I forget that fact." ( Misty Gray )

The rational part of his mind wanted to ask more about what he'd experienced with Stone but his pain made the idea of lengthy discussions less fun than usual. Instead once he got himself a bit warm he passed out in the nice ... clean ... couc-

Zzzz.

CLEAR

 

[Isune]

Aric Beltron​

Aric laid on "his" bed and stared up at the ceiling, how did he manage to get himself into these kinds of situations?

Well, he didn't really have much time to contemplate that question seeing as how two guards came into his room and motioned towards the door with their very intimidating and very deadly guns. Without so much as a second thought, Aric put both his hands up in the air as he quickly up from the bed and followed orders. If it were anyone else, Aric would have taken a good swing at them. Only problem? These guys had armor and guns, Aric had Aric.

As he passed by the others, Aric only lowered his head in defeat and didn't say anything. He was far too scared, and it was showing. Without even realizing it, Aric noticed that his legs were shaking. He still made it out the doorway, and began walking wherever the guns were pointed. Was this really the end? Was he really about to die here. Aric bit his lip and started to pray to every deity he knew of. He knew his prayers would go unanswered, but it still didn't hurt to try.

Anything to escape this hell.
StoneWolf18

 

[MiladySolo]

When the new list was read out, and the people Camilla had known for all of 45 minutes were taken away, she couldn't help but wonder where they were going to be taken. To another location? Out to the back? To a torture room? Back to their homes? She didn't really want to find out, but she hoped it was the latter. It was near to impossible that it was really the truth. Her own spot on the list was smack bang in the middle, but she had to say that she was mildly thrilled, even if she would never admit it. Aric still had to go, then Valoire, and Clive before she would be taken into the office. She suppressed her thoughts and focused on what was happening with everyone else in the room.

Marco had gone in and out of the mysteriously intriguing office in just ten minutes, and it calmed her slightly when he told them that they weren't going to be dissected. Camilla walked over to where Marco was getting a glass of liquor. Eager to find out what had happened, she figured it would be best to just ask straight up, no beating around it. "So? What's your super power? What happened in there?" She asked, curiously. She wished it hadn't come out too enthusiastic, she'd meant it sympathetically. Camilla also hoped that he wasn't in need of being alone right now, though the chances were high. "If you don't mind my asking, of course." She added, in case it seemed rude.

Isune StoneWolf18 WhipDing Misty Gray

 

[StoneWolf18]

12:57 AM || Undisclosed Location​

As the guards had Aric pushed into the room, the door closed, Dr. Fenn gave a shaky sigh and she gestured for him to sit beside her in the same chair Marco had. “Hello Mr. Beltran.” She gave him a small genuine smile, one that almost seemed pained but overall rather friendly. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation she had had with the boss and how they expected her to go about revealing this man’s ability. “It says here…” she continued, skimming the paper over once more. “That you have a rather unique ability. However, I feel this is going to be much easier to show rather than tell. If you would please…” the scientist then stood, leading him over to a more open area of the conference room before asking him to step up onto what appeared to be an oddly wide treadmill. “All I want you to do is try and keep up with the pace, it won't be too terribly fast. If you need a break, please let me know.” With that, she metaphorically held her breath as the machine was started at a comfortable jogging pace.

It didn't take long for the man to become lost in the almost hypnotic rhythm of setting one foot before another. Because of this, he didn't notice as his form began to change, but Dr. Fenn did. She watched intently, another surge of hope coursing through her as his height slowly grew and back end extended, pants and shoes slowly being torn away and hooves and powerful legs took their place. Slowly the centaur formed before her, but it wasn't complete yet as his back rippled slightly, causing her to frown. Was there something else?

And indeed there was.

Long glossy wings slowly extended out from his side as if being created from nothing, making the woman’s eyes widened. This hadn’t been expected… nevertheless when she was certain it was finished, Dr. Fenn moved to the front of the machine and carefully slowed it to a stop. Looking up at the panting man, she simply remained quiet. Not all that sure what to say.​

Isune ​

 

[Isune]

Aric Beltran​

Aric put his hands on his hips as the treadmill came to a stop at last. He then brought one foot off, then the other, then the other, and the last one came off with a click each time. Wait a second, four legs!? Aric looked down as nearly fainted as he saw his lower half was that of a horse with wings, WINGS!

In both surprise and fright, Aric reared back and nearly trampled the poor doctor as he looked down at himself. "Okay, I know I'm dreaming now." Aric said as he stared at himself in awe. Just as a test, Aric messed around for a moment and somehow got his wings to open partially. This all felt so real, but how?

Aric turned his gaze back to the doctor, a million questions floating through his mind. "I can fly now? Is that what these wings are for!? Holy crap, this...this is amazing...I feel faint." Aric said as he placed his hand on the wall to support himself. Then, a thought entered his mind. Were people gonna start asking him for rides? Aric could probably make a legitimate business out of this, offering people rides for "x" amount of cash per hour or take them up into the skies for an even greater amount of cash. That is, if Aric could figure out how to fly.
StoneWolf18

 

[Misty Gray]

Clive looked at Marco like he'd gone mad. The others perhaps thought the same. Ben asked for a drink but soon fell asleep.

Marco retrieved the bottle of vodka and poured a considerable amount into a tumbler, like it was merely fruit juice. He heard Camilla ask outright what his power was. He knew he couldn't tell them they had powers without proving it. He knocked back a fair bit of the alcohol before searching the drawers for a knife. After catching his breath back, he looked to Camilla and sent a reassuring smile in her direction. "You're going to think I'm joking after what I said earlier. It turns out I can actually regenerate. Heal..."

"Okay, everyone," he began, controlling his voice so he wasn't about to look like some kind of psychopath. "I need to show you what I can do - someone may need to tell William what they see. To show you, I need to use this knife. The only person feeling any pain here will be me..." He slowly retrieved the knife, not wanting to scare anyone in the tense situation. He held out his arm so the others could see. Holding his breath, he slid the blade along his forearm, flinching as he cut through his skin and caused blood to rise to the surface of the 5-inch wound. The wound very quickly healed and Marco placed the knife down on the worktop. He then used a tissue to wipe away any blood. His skin showed no sign of scarring. "Apparently this makes me immortal. I won't age anymore..." he added. This was all clearly overwhelming to him. He still couldn't truly process the implications involved in having this power. "I'm pretty sure I was supposed to help heal others," he commented, glancing to Camilla. He knocked back more vodka, hoping it would soon take effect.

Tardy Grade M MiladySolo Kloudy WhipDing CrimsonEclipse

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Amanda knelt beside Ben as the others helped him. She was feeling a bit guilty to be honest, having been venting out her anxiety and nervousness on the others just a moment ago. She felt really bad about it, they haven't even done anything wrong to her and yet she just lectured them as if she knew everything. She wasn't normally like that, yet again, none of this is exactly normal.

"Hey guys. U-Um I'm-" Amanda was barely even able to utter a word when the doors suddenly opened. The doctor suddenly said something about an apology and a mistake bafore dragging out a few of them outside of the room. As much as she wanted to help them, fear has taken hold of her ans she stay rooted on the floor. Not long after that te doctor guided Marco out of the room, considerably gentler and more considerate than what had been done with the others.

"W-Where, why?" Amanda was barely making sense, her mind being in a fragile state right now. She wasn't sure what had happened to the others, but she had a feeling tjat it wasn't going to be good. Amanda had only been anxious and nervous before, but now? She is downright afraid. So afraid in fact that she cannot even move, staying thre on the floor as she looked blankly at the door.

Just a few minutes later, Marco came back in and Aric left with the doctor. Marco just confirmed that the powers were real, that his healing is to the point that he can't die. Amanda felt even more guilty, having been the one who defended the power/metahuman thing the most. "I-I'm sorry." Amanda said to Marco as tears were streaming down her face. "I-I really d-didn't want this. D-Despite w-what I said earlier, I-I didn't want all of this to be t-true." She continued to siad, stuttering as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

@Tardy Geade M MiladySolo Kloudy WhipDing StoneWolf18 Misty Gray