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

[StoneWolf18]

New and Improved || In-Character

The day was going as normal as possible, nothing out of the ordinary. It would seem as if it would continue to be that mundane for a while yet, until men dressed in what one could only assume to be government official standard issue uniforms escorted you out to their SUV not only without little choice in the matter, but information as well. They said all would be explained once your destination was reached, and after an unknown amount of time over many different terrain types, you finally were shoved rather forcefully into a plain steel building that appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. Now gathered with a few others who were confused as you are, a woman walks in to explain that they (the government) had detected some strange readings off of you individuals. And after some digging, it was believed that you were the start of something cliche as fuck special, whatever that meant. A new race of mutated humans with extraordinary capabilities. No one believed her, many though it to be some ruse being pulled to get a reaction, but all of them shut up real quick as the woman crushed the steel table before them with a flick of her wrist.​

 

[StoneWolf18]

11: 45 AM || Undisclosed Location​

Ordinary was the first wind that could come to mind when describing that morning. Painfully so. But… even as you told yourself this, you couldn't shake a strange feeling of unease as morning transitioned to afternoon, and then that feeling was well founded. You had been caught outside, by surprise as a pitch-black van with tinted windows pulled up alongside you, being forced rather roughly inside. You saw nothing, it being almost impossibly pitch black as you were held in place, although it was almost a given that moving wasn’t a smart idea.

The uncomfortable ride lasted what felt like a long while, those inside with you that couldn’t be seen only pushing to out when the vehicle rolled to the stop, a steel door attached to a large building that looked extremely out of place in the middle of the desert. Was there even one near you? You couldn’t be sure, but at this point it didn’t matter as you were ushered inside.

The temperature inside was cool, a pleasant contrast to what had been outside. As your eyes adjusted to the inside artificial lightning, a few things could be seen. Those being other people who appeared as confused as yourself, and a steel table that didn’t seem large enough to fit all of them around it even with the lack of chairs.
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Valoire at this point was growing slightly anxious, it clearly wasn’t everyday that you were taken off the street. Now she was suck within a room full of people she didn’t know for a reason she wasn’t aware of.​

CrimsonEclipse @The Endergod Misty Gray Roxasarass Vampunk WhipDing ​

 

[Tardy Grade]

Ben Ferryman

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

Neat Freak

Location: Unknown

Ben's return to reality wasn't a welcome one.

His immaculate clothing and well polished shoes had gotten scuffed when an unknown number of assailants Shanghaied him to gods-knew-where. The pushing and prodding hadn't helped either as they corralled him into a room he was curious about before they undid his blinds, blinding him in the process.

A labored breath escaped his lips as an incandescent light bypassed his eyelids, trading subtle darkness for blinding light. Ben slowly blinked his eyes open, the light nearly blinding as the last dregs of slumber burdened him a reluctant span. Eyes weak and irritated as he pointlessly willed for them to adjust faster.

At this point he just wished they'd put him back in the van!

He heard the slam of the door as it was opened and closed a number of times. It took almost six slams for him to blink out the stars that filled the periphery of his vision.

Panic almost took him as he searched his pockets. They had taken his phone, wallet, keys and ...

"Yes!" he said in jubilation as he held his wet-wipes tightly in his hands and held it high above his head in triumph! Then we recalled he was in the presence of unamused company and quickly stowed away the packet and began peering at his peer group..

And what a motley crew it was...

CLEAR

 

[Roxasarass]

Quentin J. McCollum

It was a day that was as normal as any other, Quentin woke up early as he usually would so he could go to work and maybe clean the restaurant he worked at a small bit. He got himself ready, and headed straight for his workplace. The restaurant wasn't all that far from his home, so he decided to just walk over to there. And once he reached it, he just entered and went over to the kitchen first. Checking where he kept all of his ingredients and seeing if any one of them had expired and doing his usual things. After doing some cleaning, it was time that the restaurant opened and customers would come.

The morning was slower than usual for whatever reason, with the amount of customers being only a few. Though this didn't really bother him much, as he thought that it would make things a bit easier to handle. Quentin cooked each order the best he could, as he usually does. It wasn't all that hard, being how experienced he is in cooking. The customers weren't that much for now, so he decided to treat himself to a bit of a break considering there were no customers to serve right now. He went out at the back of the restaurant, outside and sat himself at his seat. Though after a few moments, a black van with tinted windows pulled up to where he was. And the next thing he knew, he'd been unwillingly taken to some unknown location.

The ride felt very uncomfortable and was even more so when it stopped. Being dragged out of the van and into some destination in the middle of god knows where felt much more uncomfortable and when they reached their second destination, which he presumed was a building considering the change of temperature he felt earlier, his blind folds were taken off. What greeted him was a room with a steel table and a few other people who looked about as confused as him, well except for one man who just held something up and exclaiming. But right now, Quentin did not care much about that and was only thinking of this situation he was currently in.

 

[Vampunk]

It hadn't even been morning anymore when Barbara had crawled out of her bed, having taken the liberty to give herself a day off as she didn't feel like attending college that day. Instead she had spent the entirety of the morning until way past midday lying in bed and asking herself if there was any reason to actually leave the comfortable fortress of pillows and sheets that was her bed.

But alas, some time after one the need for caffeine and something sweet did overcome the arts student, forcing her to roll out of her bed and put on some clothes. Exchanging her pajamas for some loose trousers, shirt and some slippers Barbara shuffled down the staircase, almost tripping over a tower of unfinished sketches and course books she hadn't even touched yet.

And she instantly regretted doing so as not a nice cup of coffee but some bloke in a black suit awaited her, not giving her much time to react and complain before being dragged outside and roughly thrown into a black van.
What had looked like a really lazy day suddenly turned into one's worst nightmare as Barbara already regretted staying home instead of attending the courses she actually had a reason to visit. Instead, after a long ride in the van that already made her panic, Barb was thrown into some plain room, filled with numerous unfamiliar faces...
Making Barbara's cheeks already flush a bright red as she realized that she wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion, her fingers fidgeting with her shirt's edges as her green eyes darted around the room, sinking into her seat with an embarrassed expression adorning her face. Confusion and dismay overcoming her as the art student wished she could just disappear or just wake up and realize it was all just a weird nightmare.

 

[Misty Gray]

Dr Marco Rodriguez
​

Marco returned to his desk in his private consultation room after seeing out his last patient of the morning, and her family. The image of the young woman's brain scan was still opened up on one of the PC monitors. He'd been so sure that the surgery would be a success and one of the best neurosurgeons he knew had performed the operation. But the truth was, the tumour was terminal and wouldn't respond to further treatment. Delivering such news was something he'd prepared for during his studies and had to do on many occasions, but it never got any easier. It was at times like this that he seriously considered studying towards a career in neurosurgery - like having more control and direct input on surgical treatment would make a terminal tumour magically become curable. He was grateful he had a couple of hours until his next appointments, so he decided to take an early lunch break to clear his mind in the fresh air.

As he took his usual shortcuts through the backstreets to his favourite cafe, his eyes wandered to nowhere specific as his thoughts still rested heavy on his mind. He didn't pay any attention to the black van which pulled up alongside him, not until he was dragged inside. He struggled as he was held in place, but eventually stopped as he realised it was fruitless doing so. He wasn't an angry person, but this situation was making him feel that way. For all he knew, these people were armed and wished to kill him, so he remained quiet for the time-being.

Once he'd been ushered inside and dumped into some bright room, he realised there were other people there too. They seemed to be confused about the situation too and he wondered if they were all together. Had they all been dragged there too or were some of them in on this? He briefly glanced to the 'wet-wipes man' but didn't respond to his exclamation. "Can anyone here explain what's going on?" he asked, his voice calm but frustrated.

 

[WhipDing]

Clive Hayden

Clive eventually regained conciousness, opening his eyes, only to find that it didn't make much difference - either way, he couldn't exactly see much. He could tell that he was in a room, though... wait, no. He could feel the ground shaking slightly, with the occasional bump. He was in a car or a van or something. But how did...?

...

Oh, shit.

He remembered sitting on the pavement, leaning against the wall of a convenience store. He'd been kicked out of his grungy little apartment that morning by his roommate. Apparently he wanted him to pay rent or something. Asshole. Couldn't he see that he was a bad place right now? He was gonna get a job again, he just needed a bit of time to recover... some people just didn't have any patience.

But anyway, things had gotten weird. Some guys in black suits had come up to him, grabbed him by both arms at the same time. He hadn't gone quietly, of course. Managed to smash one over the head with a soda can. It apparently hadn't gone well for him after that, though, seeing as he was here now, bruised and slightly battered.

He tried to move a little, to see if he could get a window, at least figure out where the hell he was, but he quickly realized his arms were still being held down, just like then. Who the hell were these guys working for? He'd heard of this happening to other people before, but he didn't anyone money or anything... other than his roommate. But no, that didn't make sense. He was a jerk, but he wasn't that kinda guy.

As much as he wanted to, he stayed put through the entire journey after he realized how bad his situation was. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know where they were taking him - all he knew is that there were a lot more of them than there was of him. Fighting back would be pretty stupid right now, no matter they were planning to do with him.

And then there was light. He was suddenly outdoors, and he was still totally unsure to where he was. Before he'd even had time to consider it, though, he was thrust back indoors.

He found himself sitting in a small room, surrounded by people he'd never seen before. Thankfully, his arms had finally been released, but of course the door behind him slammed shut. Looked like he was stuck here, whether he liked it or not.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Amanda Scott

Pandora had been miserable for three days now. She was still in her bed despite the fact that it was almost noon and the fact that she's a teach due to one thing. Hay Fever. She really hated it whenever this happens, but she can't do anything about it other than to tough it out and wait for it to dissipate. She was a mess. She was still in her baby blue jammies, her hair was a mess, and her nose is red and runny. She didn't even had breakfast yet since she was too miserable to get up, but by 11 o'clock, her hunger had overpowered her.

Amanda headed towards her kitchen to have a simple brunch of toast and cereals. It wasn't exactly a healthy and nutritious meal, but she can't be bothered to whip up something good right now. After her brunch and taking her medicine, Amanda heard a knocking on the door. Amanda opened it to see a man in a black suit, who then promptly 'escorted' her towards a black van. Now, usually she would have been terrified out of her mind, but not today. She was still a little out of it due to her sickness and she wouldn't be surprised if she was just imagining all these. She promptly fell asleep in the car, snoring and sneezing all the way.

Once Amanda regained her consciousness, she noticed three things. First, her hay fever was gone. It may have disappeared due to the fact that se had been brought a long way from her home, which may be the source of the allergen. Two, she was in a small room surround by a bunch of strangers. This terrified Amanda, realizing that her dream of being abducted by Men in Black and being sold to aliens had not been a dream. Well yes, it was a dream, but she was abducted and who knows? Aliens maybe on the other side of the door. And lastly, she was still in her blue jammies. She was pretty embarrassed, however, her fear and confusion still prevailed over her embarrassment. "Um, d-does anyone o-of you know why w-were here?" She timidly asked, her voice trembling.

 

[MiladySolo]

Camilla Finn Haas

Camilla Finn stepped out into the fresh air after her second lecture of the day. She headed towards the parking lot, where her car awaited her in her usual spot. After three years of being at Georgetown, Mila Finn was excited to be finished with school. She wanted to go on and become a doctor, perform surgery as a licensed professional. It's been her dream since her father told her about how he saved lives, she thought he was like a super hero. She wanted to maintain his legacy, his death just motivated her more to continue his inspiring work.

Camilla Finn had reached her silver Mini Cooper and unlocked the car, putting her purse in first and then sitting down herself. She drove to a café first, knowing that she would need the caffeine for the next few hours of studying. After paying for her Lattes, she got back into her vehicle and drove to her apartment. Instead of walking through the lobby as she usually did, she was taken by a pair of black-suited men. They escorted her to the SUV with tinted windows and Camilla Finn was pushed roughly into the vehicle. She couldn't see a thing, even with her glasses. However, she could sense at least half a dozen other people around her, but didn't think it wise to speak up. The men could be listening.

The car drove for an uncertain amount of time, she'd lost track of how long exactly, until their uncomfortable trip was brought to a halt. They were steered onto solid, flat ground. She automatically looked around at the others in the area. Three other women, all from their mid-twenties to early thirties. A few more men, all thirty to forty something years old. A younger guy. Most of everyone varied in looks and airs, no obvious pattern. Two of the others asked similar questions. One looked like a doctor or scientist, the other a young-looking redhead.

"No idea." Camilla Finn offered idly. She knew it was useless, but at least it provided some information, if futile.​

 

[Kloudy]

William Rundell Haus Code

​

William had been painting.

He often did when he was bored and it was often incredibly difficult. In fact, just going about his day to day business was difficult. Usually he simply painted abstract art because it was easier and you couldn't really do anything wrong, but today he had tried to paint his sister's face from all those years ago. William still remembered what she looked like back then, before he was blind. She had a beautiful smile and lovely sea green eyes, of which she assured him still remained. One might ask how he could tell where he was painting or what colours were which: to which William would simply state it was a matter of memory. His sister would place him in front of the canvas and put the array of colours before him, telling him where each one was. After that, he simply remembered where they were and where he had last made a brush spoke. They often didn't turn out too well, but his time he had done very well for himself, or so said his sister when she came to check in on him.

William and his younger sister, Lucy, had been living in the apartment as housemates for a while now. She was fresh out of college and needed a place to stay, and William's old guide had gone on holiday so the situation seemed fairly perfect. Each morning his younger sister would make breakfast, take him to his university and then pick him up again later. She would help him get to places or do things he couldn't necessarily do for himself and they loved each other dearly as brother and sister would. Sometimes they went out for walks or did other activities and William just couldn't imagine a more peaceful life. A life that was soon to become a lot less peaceful in the coming days, of course.

Lucy has suggested they go take a walk to the park. The sun was out and there were only a few rolling clouds in the sky apparently so the opportunity seemed perfect. Neither of them had any classes for the rest of the day so they put the art stuff away and left. It was only after they had made halfway through the green paradise in a concrete jungle did William sense something was wrong. Lucy had suddenly become very quiet, he couldn't even hear her breath as she walked beside him along the path. Perturbed, William stopped walking and frowned, "Is everything okay Lucy?" The footsteps also stopped but there was no reply. Only becoming further confused, William turned to her only to find himself rising from the ground. Flipping horizontally, he realised someone had picked him up bridal-style and was quickly carrying him away. It was only now that William could hear the muffled cries as his sister struggled with the other suited man, who seemed to be restraining her. He wouldn't have known, but a quick needle prick and she was out like a light, the silenced protests ceasing as the man laid her on a nearby bench. Thoroughly concerned, William tried to wrench himself free from the powerful grip of the burly suited man to no avail. He was about to say something in highly angered complaint when he was promptly thrown straight through the door of a car.

William couldn't see. But if he could then he would know the black window tinted car was about as dark inside as its paint finish and his would-be kidnappers suits alike, not that it was necessary of course. But it was only after a relatively short journey in double pitch black darkness did William again feel the warm rays of sunshine as he was roughly manhandled out of the vehicle and along a gravel path. About a minute later he was pushed forward rather unceremoniously as he stumbled into the room, to which the large doors swung shut with an intimidating bang! To say the least, William was quite unsettled with his predicament, although he briefly considered that that may have been an understatement. Content to wait and 'see' what happens, the 'see' being used loosely, William just stood there stupefied as he waited for something to happen. One could even say he was in slight shock as to the sudden turn of events and he was vaguely aware of others around, a couple exuding similar sounds of concern and confusion that he was feeling. William was the last person to answer 'where' exactly they were, so he kept quiet and listened for further enlightenment, partially hoping the divine Buddha would reveal to him the secrets of what the hell was going on, not that he was religious in any way.

 

[boo.]

Jordyn had been awake for some time, even before the sun crested the horizon. They had errands to run before the parlor opened, so it was a damn good thing many stores were open 24/7. They preferred to shop in the wee hours, anyways, since there were fewer people to deal with, and they could stand in the same aisle, pondering between two types of ramen for as long as they wanted without anyone getting impatient or confused with their behavior. Jordyn had finished their weekly shopping by six in the morning, and the day hadn't even started. The thought brought a smile to their face, for this feeling of accomplishment, they knew, was a rare and beautiful thing.

Just as they had walked out of the gas station with a hot tea in one hand and a muffin in the other, congratulating themselves on a job well done, the unexpected became a reality. In retrospect, Jordyn had just known something like this was bound to happen; everything had gone too smoothly to be without incident. But they hadn't exactly expected this. Their feet were swept from beneath them, and a pair of hands caught them before they collapsed to the ground. Jordyn let out a startled scream, but that was cut off by a smothering hand that was pressed over their mouth. In a matter of moment, they had been forced into a jeep, restrained by several persons, and held into a seat.

All they could think, was, Dammit, I spilled my tea.

The drive lasted a long while, but once the door opened, it seemed as if everything had happened in a moment. The air was paralyzingly dry, and the dust under their feet brushed up in clouds as they were pushed inside an impressive, dark building. They entered a room, inside of which several other persons were inside, and that was it.

"Shit." Jordyn stood still for a moment, before wrapping their arms around their torso and closing their eyes. "Fuck. Fucking... shit. Dammit. I knew this morning was too golden." Their mutters did little to relieve them, and yet it felt good knowing that other people were just as confused as they were.

 

[StoneWolf18]

12: 00 AM || Undisclosed Location​

Valoire was more or less trying to figure out what the hell was happening, but she didn’t get far as the double steel doors near the back corner of the room opened themselves, a woman dressed in a rather expensive looking dress followed by three heavily armed guardsmen. “Ah, good. It seems as if they brought most of you…” She hummed while nodding, her gaze wandering about the room with an oddly curious air about it. Invasive almost. “Well there really isn’t a reason to delay any longer, let us begin. First, I ask that you would hold all questions you might have to the end as I assure you it won’t all that long to explain.” The guards would shift a bit, displaying their firearms a bit more as if to emphasis that point.

“My name is Dr. Savanna Fenn and the lot of you are incredibly lucky to be standing within my presence. Why?” She asked the forcefully silenced crowd with a small, almost false, smile upon her plastic lips. “Because each one of you has a small genetic mutation that would separate you from the rest of the seven billion people on this planet. Something more than a rare eye or hair color. To put it in simple terms, you are what science is now referring to as Meta humans. Those with extraordinary abilities caused by a genetic mutation for currently unknown reasons.”

Dr. Fenn would fall silent for a moment, allowing those in the room to take this in and most likely reject her crazed theory.

At this point, Val would frown somewhat. The woman had to be insane or this was some sort of hoax being pulled so some television station… perhaps both. But, even before she could voice these thoughts (some already being rather vocal about theirs) the room would fall silent as the doctor raised her hand, the steel table that sat within the center of the room flattening instantly.

Eyes wide, she let the woman have a bit more of her attention as she continued to speak. “I seemed to have convinced most of you, didn’t I? Good. For those of you still skeptical… oh it won’t take long to change your mind for everyone here has some type of ability that we have been able to, more or less, guess based upon DNA, mental traits, and so on. And now if you would please follow me…” She would gesture to the door. “We must begin to surface such abilities as we are on a tight schedule.” Her tone was nonchalant as if this were the most natural thing in the world, only making Valorie that much more hesitant. However, as the guards began to near the group, it seems there wasn’t much choice in the matter as they were being forced forward into the hall.

As they waked, she continued to speak. “We have an order that was chosen at random, so please listen closely…”

“Barbara Simmons…” ( Vampunk )
“Valoire Moore....” ( StoneWolf18 )
“Marco Rodriguez…” ( Misty Gray )
“Jordyn Percy…” ( boo. )
“Cline Hayden….” ( WhipDing )
“Camilla Haas….” ( M MiladySolo )
“William Code…” ( Kloudy )
“Quentin McCollumn….” ( Roxasarass )
“Ben Ferryman…” ( Tardy Grade )
“And finally, Amanda Scott.” ( CrimsonEclipse )

Once she finished listing off the names, they finally had finished making their way down the absurdly long all and entering a common area of sorts. Tables, sofas, and other such furnishings to make the room look more homely were scattered about as were other off shooting rooms that most likely held personal sleeping quarters. “Feel free to make yourselves at home as you are going to be staying with us for a considerable amount of time.” With that, Dr. Fenn looked to the guardsmen, the two apparently ushering the first person who was on their list away, all door that could lead to the outside shutting.

Well this was fantastic.

Valoire glanced at the other seven that remained with her in the common area, not all that sure what to say, even if she could find her voice amidst it all.​

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[Tardy Grade]

Ben Ferryman

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

Neat Freak

Location: Unknown

"Oh ... my ... god." he mouthed as he ran finger on the table tops and shelves that performed the duty of decor. "This place is fucking spotless." In fact Ben was suddenly keenly aware that he was now one of the dirtiest things in the room. Fighting off the grimace that lingered beneath his otherwise impressed expression he took a few careful steps to one of the rooms assigned to them and opened it's door slowly before peeking his head in.

"As within as without..." he mused.

Inside he saw the same expected sterile environment that he was slowly coming to associate with this place. A well made bed, mirror and other accommodations. It had all the amenities they'd have need of like Dr. Savanna ... or whoever she actually was ... said.

"Ahem ... I'm sorry if I didn't address you all before but I was under the impression we weren't going to be together too long..." he let the words hang for a moment before following up. "... you know ... in case it was an illegal organ theft and transplant kind of dealio and all that." he said as he dusted off his sleeves as he thought about the fate of the woman who'd been taken moments ago.

Note to self: Ask Miss Barbera about what happens to her if sh- when she comes back.

"But ... now that it looks like we're being kept in a very nicely put together cage by crazy people I think some much needed introductions are in order!" he chimed in trying to be social. Not his strong suit but he'd read enough books to know that in this kind of situation forming allies as quickly as possible and taking stock of their strengths was the general way to go about things.

"My name's Ben as you probably heard her say but probably weren't clear on which face went along with that name." he indicated at his dark complexion with a slight but awkward smile. "Ben." he enunciated slowly as he met their faces but he could tell only a few were paying him any attention.

Undeterred he said,"I am... though this could change if we're gone too long ... a librarian. Nice to meet you all ... though I guess we'd all have preferred this to be under... better circumstances." then he backed up and hoped the next person would speak up so they could get this strange show on the road.

CLEAR

 

[Misty Gray]

Dr Marco Rodriguez​

​

Marco watched as the woman and armed guards entered the room. He sent an angry glare in the woman's direction as she gazed at him and the others in the room. It was the presence of guards and weapons that unsettled Marco, so he couldn't help but look at the woman with anything but contempt in his eyes. Any questions that were climbing to the tip of his tongue were knocked back down when it was made clear questions were to be held back for now. Who were these kidnappers? When Savanna introduced herself with the "Dr" prefix, he couldn't help but shake his head. She must be one of those psychotic doctors from the television shows, as no respectful professional would snatch people in the streets and threaten them with guns. Then, there was mention of Meta-humans and a smirk appeared on his lips. Now she was definitely mentally ill, or maybe he was just having a crazy dream. This being a dream would explain a lot! Unfortunately, it felt too real to be a dream so he wasn't about to do anything daring and risky. Regardless, he couldn't keep completely silent...

"What you're suggesting is completely absurd. You've just kidnapped us, with armed men, and now expect us to believe such delusions? What kind of doctor are you?" he asked, keeping his voice calm and controlled. He watched Savanna appear to flatten the steel table in front of them. As realistic as it looked, he didn't believe it was as it seemed - they'd pulled enough strings and theatrics for this not to be some sort of an illusion.

Marco's jaw tightened as Savanna began mentioning DNA and making abilities surface. Great, this really was starting to feel like they'd been dragged to some mad scientist's lab to be tested on. "This kind of thing actually happens?!" he thought. There wasn't any opportunity for questions as the guards forced them through to the hall. Apparently, he was third to be... tortured? Cut open? He wasn't quite sure.

Upon entering the common area, Marco fell back into one of the sofas, having had a long and difficult day. He glared at Savanna once more, realising there was no point speaking up as this wasn't open for discussion. When the exits were closed, he let out an irritated groan. As Ben began speaking, Marco looked to the man but his vision seemed to pass straight through the younger man for a time. He finally focused as he realised he was still speaking and introducing himself.

"I've yet to be convinced this isn't some sort of organ theft operation. Kidnapping people and holding them at gunpoint is hardly legal," he spoke up. It was likely he wouldn't see any of these people again after been taken away like Barbara had been, but for the sake of cutting the tension, he would introduce himself as well. "I'm Marco Rodriguez. I'm a neurologist - a registered neurologist who doesn't abduct his patients," he quickly added, managing a smirk.

 

[Kloudy]

William Rundell Haus Code

​

Now thoroughly disturbed by the whole situation, William could only stand there in shocked silence at the older woman's words. So they were trapped here indefinitely until she had decided they had awakened some 'ability' that was hiding within each of them? It was absurd at face value, so William could only guess it had some other kind of meaning. Perhaps they were all particularly skilled in certain abilities meaning professions or actions, such as fishing and painting, practical stuff. Although he wasn't entirely sure how that linked to their genetics and suchlike, but there were also more pressing matters to attend to: like what the immediate future held in store for them.

Being led by one of the guards, William and the others were ushered into a common room and left to their own devices. The tension was already high without the foreboding list the woman read out, a potential death sentence for the next person in line with every word. William shuddered as the doors finally closed with an ominous bang, allowing silence to reign supreme in the unfamiliar room. William had dropped the stick he had been using to walk with in the park when he had been so swiftly abducted so he had to make do with feeling about with his hands until he found his way to a nearby sofa. Settling down, legs crossed and hands in his lap (partly to stop them shaking), William leaned back and sighed deeply, wondering how he had gotten himself into such a mess. It was only after the first two had introduced themselves did William decide to join in for the sake of pleasantries, "William Rundell Haus Code, it's a ple- Well, it would be a pleasure under different circumstances." His kind smile was warm as he held out a hand to the closest of the two as an offer to shake it, "I'm just an art student, nothing as skilled or impressive as a neurologist," If he could, William would have sent a humorous sideways glance at Ben, eyebrows raised, "Or a librarian."

Glancing about merely out of habit than for a practical reason, William shook his head and sighed again, his smile fading, "Armed guards, you say? This must be serious then. I was thinking it could simply be one of those crazy social experiments, but this seems like overkill." William turned his head towards the two men that had spoken earlier, his permanently closed eyes not revealing much as to the way he was feeling, "Say, what happened earlier with that crunching sound? The woman said she had convinced us of something right after the sound, what was it? I can't see, you see." William almost smiled at the little unintentional pun he had said, but he ignored it for now. He often turned to humour at times of great stress and this was clearly one of them, but perhaps it was the wrong time and place right now. Staring a potentially painful death by experimentation in the face hardly called for a lack of a serious attitude. If anything, they should be attempting to deduce a way out of the building they were locked in.

Misty Gray StoneWolf18 Tardy Grade

 

[StoneWolf18]

12: 20 AM || Common Area​

As the others began to introduce themselves, she decided it was best to do the same and keep the situation relatively normal. Moving to another couch that was positioned perpendicular to the other, she waiting for others to speak before beginning to herself. "My name is Valoire Moore... I work for a local company as a secretary of sorts...and I'm not sure what to think." Her voice sort of fell to a slight murmur at the end of her phrase when she looked to the man who was apparently blind. "She... seemed to have crushed a metal table without touching it..." as she said this, her face clearly portrayed how odd it was to say this. That alone would partially convinced her that it hadn't been real. Giving her head a brief shake, Val blinked a few times as if to try and clear her head and keep herself somewhat calm. Worse case scenario, they were going to have their organs harvested or used as drug mules... which was worse, she didn't really want to consider.​

Misty Gray Tardy Grade Kloudy ​

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Amanda Scott

Amanda was starting to freak out and hyperventilate when the doors suddenly opened. What came in was a woman in a beautiful dress, no doubt it costs more than she earns in a year, and three threatening and intimidating guards. If she were to be honest, she wanted to scream at them and demand they let her go, however she just couldn't bring herself to do it. These people are just doing their jobs, so why does she need to scream at them? Even if they wanted to help they had no choice.

So she held her tongue, choosing to not antagonize them. The woman introduced herself as a doctor, and only one thing filled her mind when she heard that. Oh my god, she's going to experiment on us, she thought, clearly having watched a little too many horror/scifi movies. Her worries just increased when she talked about hidden abilities and metahumans. The final nail on the coffin was when the woman crushed a steel table. That would have been inpressive on its own, but the doctor was not even breathing hard. And unless her eyes were playing games on her, it seemed like she barely even touched the table.

The woman then started saying names, hers coming up last. It was probably the order they were going to be experimented on. She was honestly not sure whether to be relieved or terrified on going last. She decided to settle on being dumbfounded and confused as compromise. After that, she and the others were led to a fairly comfortable and nice room big enough to accommodate them all and with the things they'll need. Hopefully there's also a change of clothes and a room to change in. It was getting embarassing having to wear her baby blue pajamas all day, especially around strangers.

She sat on a couch, her legs pressed together and her hands covering her face as she tries not to cry. She listened to thw other introducing themselves and Amanda decided to do the same. "Um, I-I'm Amanda, Amanda Scott. I teach science in high school." She said. To be honest, she was a bit envious of the secretary girl Valorie and especially that neurologist Marco. There's nothing wrong with teaching, in fact she loves it, but it doesn't really pay well enough to allow her go live comfortably.

She listened to some of them saying that the ability thing wasn't real and that they probably have other plans for them. As much as she'd like to agree, it is possible. "I-If I may." She said, timidly raising her hand. This was a quirk she had, raising her hand when she wants to say something. "Technically, it is possible. The ability thing. I-It might be a recessive gene, inherited from ancestors who may have the same abilities. T-There have been records of people having supernatural abilities, and while it is possible that they are hoaxes, it could also be true." She said, wanting to contribute to the conversation

 

[boo.]

Jordyn was surprised at the overall docilitiy that everyone seemed to be displaying. Considering the circumstances, it would make sense that at least someone would be totally freaking out. But no, despite the occasional shaky voice, everyone else was resting and introducing themselves. Jordyn supposed it was logical, to get to know everyone, but they had other things in mind.

As Jordyn began to poke about the room, they thought of the recent happenings. They were frustrated that they didn't know what was going on, an that had only been been magnified by Dr. Fenn's table trick. How had she done that, by the way? Was it just an optical illusion? Or was something else at play here? Jordyn was determined to find out.

The room they had all been moved to was well furnished, and might have been welcoming had they not all been abducted. There were several doors that hung open, each leading to a bedroom, where Jordyn guessed they would be staying. The door they had come through was shut and, as they tried the handle, firmly locked. There was no getting out, that much they could tell.

Jordyn ran a hand across their peach fuzz hair, thinking. There were no locks to pick, no crowbars, and no windows to climb out of. It seemed a hopeless situation.

As Amanda spoke, Jordyn thought some more. They didn't believe it for a second, that "powers" were possible, but someone did. Dr. Fenn probably did. But Jordyn was smarter than that. Or perhaps they weren't smart enough to understand it. Either way, they were skeptical.

"Jordyn Percy. I'm no teacher, I just do tattoos. But I think this is all an illusion. No way is it real. Fenn's just bat-shit crazy."

 

[WhipDing]

Clive Hayden

This definitely wasn't what he'd been expecting.

What kinda crazy magic trick was that? The table must've been made of cardboard or something, and then they just... okay, he didn't really know how they'd done it. But more importantly - what was the fucking point? To scare them? If it was... well, it was working pretty well. He wanted nothing more than to get out of here. He didn't understand half of what that lady had been talking about, but none of it sounded anything like something he'd want to be involved in any more than he had to.

What he did understand was the list names she read out though. There were... what, three or four names before his? He thought about it silently was he was escorted down the corridor. Whatever it was they were doing, it sounded like they were trying to rush it... which probably meant it could take a while before he was in the firing line. All he needed was an opportunity to get the hell out of here, and he would. He wasn't getting far with these guards around though - how the hell did they get a hold of that kinda equipment? Definitely didn't feel like a some low budget scam...

As such, he immediately started searching for a way out as soon as they were left alone in the eerily well-furnished room. The door was, predictably, locked shut, but that couldn't be the only way... right? He briefly considered convincing some of the others to help him, but then it occurred to him - what if they were in on it too? Maybe this was all some elaborate ruse to get him to signing over his lungs or something. If it was, the joke was on them really. All they were getting were two gunked-up wads of phlegm.

He left the others to chit-chat or whatever, and started looking through the rooms, feeling the walls for anything that even felt remotely out of place. He established pretty fast that none of the doors, other than the one they'd been thrown in here through, actually lead outside this little area, just ending in more disappointment. Perhaps more scarily though, was that there weren't any windows either - not even a sign that there'd ever been any. Were they underground? Or was this whole place built with trapping people like him in mind?

He continued his search frantically for a few more minutes, despair beginning to settle in, before his body started shouting at him to take a break. He wandered back into the main room, and slumped down in one of the many armchairs that were littered around. What the fuck was going on?

 

[Tardy Grade]

Ben Ferryman

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

Neat Freak

Location: Unknown

"I do have to side with Jordyn on that account." Ben chimed in as he took a guess at where she was taking this."Our oldest stories, legends and myths have quite a few such cases. And before my fellow men and women from their respective fields of study dismiss these accounts as being unreliable there is always a base truth to a myth." Ben took a moment to formulate some examples. "In the Asian subcontinent we have the land of India with its pantheon of gods,demons, demigods, sages and heroes. While their stories seem quite far fetched there are enough accounts and genetic proofs to back the less 'outlandish' claims." He then thought of a more recent example.

"In a study conducted a decade or so back it was discovered that the Tibetan natives had a gene which is referred to as the 'super athlete' gene. Almost 80% of them in fact. And while it's only effect is to help them acclimate to high altitudes with low oxygen it's still a considerable display" he shrugged. In truth the gravity of the situation didn't quite hit him so hard. Out of touch with reality as he often found himself or focused on the finer details ... this led him to look at the situation more like a spectator than participant. That and the fact this location was so pristine calmed his usually frayed nerves.

"And while I'm not convinced from a single display of anything Fenn has said about such extreme abilities ... I'm not closed minded enough to push aside their claims as lies. I mean just look at this place. Money's been spent and someone clearly believes enough to invest a fair bit of it on this operation. That's a lot of mint for a prank or scheme if you ask me. Not to mention how pointless it'd be to keep up this charade for our sakes." For fear of starting a rant he instead went to one of the washrooms to clean up. His name was pretty low in their list and he didn't want to waste the time he had left for whatever they had planned for him.

CLEAR

 

[Roxasarass]

Quentin J. McCollum

Despite the very strange situation that he was in, Quentin kept himself relatively calm and observed the things that were happening around the room, as well as looked at the different people that he'd been dragged into here with. Panicking would probably only cause problems, and he didn't want that. Whatever this place and whoever the people that took them to this place surely couldn't be trusted, any person that does things like this shouldn't be. And he was still in his white chef attire when he was brought here too. The group of people that were also dragged here all appeared to be different, there was a girl wearing what appeared to be pajamas, some guy that got excited by some tissues, and many other notable people.

Shortly after the arrival of everyone here, double steel doors had opened up and came through was a woman that wore a rather pricey looking dress, alongside what appeared to be bodyguards that were heavily armed. She introduced herself as Dr. Savanna Fenn, and for whatever reason he had this feeling of not liking her one bit. With her also came an explaination as to why they were here, and it was an ecplaination that was about as strange as this entire thing. Being told that all of them were people that had special powers because of a genetic mutation were like something that was straight out of those superhero comic books. And like what most people would do when told this, he saw it as an unbelievable lie. He believed such a thing was possible, but the chance of it would be extremely low. He thought this was surely just some extreme prank they were pulling, but with how real thr guns looked, he could tell it wasn't.

And to make sure that they all were to actually believe it, she broke the steel table in front of her. With that, Quentin only began to believe even more thay it was true. After that, they were all brought to another place by the guards. And apparently, he was the third to last one to have their so called powers unlocked. They were all led to a room that looked to be actually quite nice, to him at least. The tables and chairs looked nice and there appeared to be some more rooms around. Then people began to introduce themselves, starting with the guy who held that pack of tissues earlier, then even more people did it. Next was a doctor, then a blind man, then a teacher and then a tattoo artist.

With all of the people introducing themselves here, Quentin figured that he should introduce himself as well. After Ben finished with talking, he went ahead and introduced himself. "I suppose that I'll go next in this introduction thing," then paused before continuing, "My name is Quentin J. McCollum, and I work as the head chef at a restaurant. And I also believe this all to be true despite how crazy it all sounds like. It's um... nice to meet all of you."

 

[Tardy Grade]

Ben Ferryman

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

Neat Freak

Location: Unknown

The silence was back again. A lull in between moments. Ben had to assume it was because of the situation. His lack of social interactions being displayed in full by the fact he couldn't identify it. People were speaking ... but they were speaking to no one in particular. Like the words were said in the hopes of being caught in a conversation but been thrown into a crowd of fumbling buffoons. This did make him feel a bit better.
'If everyone is inept, then no one is.' he chuckled silently before making a beeline for all the people who introduced themselves or seemed to have something to say. First would be...

"Pleased to meet you too Marco." he shook the man's hand briefly but firmly before secretly wiping it on the back of his shirt. "Registered doctors may not have the right to take others or experiment on human beings but I feel like once you stoop to kidnapping you're no longer too concerned about the abducted person's living quarters and this ..." he gestured to the place around them "...seems a bit excessive." ( Misty Gray )

"William, right? Well to summarize what's gone unseen ... akin to what Miss Moore has said ... seems to have been a display of their power and progress in 'research' as well as a blatant threat that anyone we encounter should we try an escape ... could likely do the same." This was something he didn't like discussing even with how relaxed he seemed."Oh and nice to meet you both!" he went up to William,"Uhh ... I'm going to shake your hand now." he announced a bit awkwardly despite not having any reason to be. As quick as he could he also paused by Ms. Moore. "Thank you for ... Miss? Missss?" he snapped a bit rudely in front of her face noticing her not really being 'all there'. ( Kloudy , StoneWolf18 )

"You said you're a science teacher right? Perhaps you'd be better able to explain the possible scenarios we'd be facing? My considerable knowledge is a bit ... 'outdated' shall we say?" he gave a depreciating laugh as he was going to sit beside her but the posture screamed alone time so he settled on a chair at the foot of the living room table. 'Huh ... hadn't noticed my feet were this tired.' he thought as a tremor ran through them visibly as the anxiety and fear he'd been keeping suppressed made their presence felt.
( CrimsonEclipse )

He looked at the others in the room and apologised,"S-s-sorry ... don't mean to appear rude but I fear I won't be getting up for a while." he gripped both knees while giving a regretful nod to Jordyn, Clive and Quentin.

CLEAR

 

[MiladySolo]

Camilla Finn HaasCamilla thought it was all ridiculously strange. it felt like a dream. Dr. Fenn obviously wasn't a medical doctor, either a scientist or psychiatrist. When she paused for a few moments to voice her opinion. "This is bullshit." When Savanna smashed the table telepathically, Camilla was absolutely sure it was a dream. This kind of thing isn't possible, not in the real world. The woman listed the names of the people around her, hearing her own in 6th place. After she had left, Camilla Finn looked around. No one looked particularly out of the ordinary. Just some people you'd pass on the street or meet at a party. Not the kind of people you'd be kidnapped with for, what? Experimentation? Torture?

She sat on one of the chairs, listening to everyone introduce themselves. Ben The librarian seemed like a nice enough guy, very intelligent. Dr. Rodriguez, his humour was appropriate enough for the situation. It was good to see that not all the doctors in the building were psychotic. And a neurologist! If they ever got out, she would ask him for some help with a a certain concept. William had a good heart, she could see it. His affliction didn't bother Camilla in the least, her ex boyfriend was blind and they still managed. Until they both moved away and broke up 'for the best'. Secretary Valoire looked calm and collected, and Camilla Finn envied her for it. Amanda seemed extremely uncomfortable, or in the least, anxious about whatever the hell was happening. Jordyn seemed to have the same frame of mind as Camilla did, whatever happened with the table couldn't be real. Even if she disagreed with Quentin, he seemed like a smart guy. There was a reserved air to him, but that was to be expected in a group of complete strangers. Ben Ferryman spoke again to all the people already introduced. When he seemed to be finished, Camilla took the initiative to acquaint herself next.

"I'm Camilla Finn Haas, I'm a medical student in my third year at Georgetown. I gotta agree with Jordyn and Ben, I don't believe in all the shit Fenn told us, but I don't think she's really lying." She said this to no one in particular, but she hoped it wasn't without reason. She stayed seated on the couch, taking off her glasses and cleaning them with the hem of her hoodie. She had no idea whether the Barbara woman went into the office already, or if she was still among them. Either way, there were still quite a few people that would go in before her.
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[CrimsonEclipse]

Amanda Scott]

After a few introductions came a moment of awkward silence. Well, that's to be expected considering that they were all victims of abduction, possible illegal experimentation, and probably even future murder. That would definitely kill the need for small talks and would even put a stop on getting to know each other. Honestly, Amanda is normally shy and passive that this is the first time since in 8 years that she's with a group of people that's neither her family nor her co-workers.

She flinched a bit when Ben, the librarian, went up to her. Thankfully for her nerves, he chose to sit opposite her rather than beside her. She knows that he's not a bad person, probably, but hr nerves are frayed from this entire situation that she's jumpier than usual. She also can't help notice how clean freak Ben is. She tries really hard to resist the urge to tell him that bacteria and microbes and germs is not only present in contact with solid objects but everywhere else. From the clothes he wears, the food he eats, and the air he breathes. Of course they're mostly harmless, but they're still there.

Anyway, managing to resist the urge to tell him what she just thought, Ben asks her a question. "U-Um, well there're two ways they might have done it. The first is what I mentioned earlier, that those 'abilities' they mentioned might be genes hidden deep in our DNAs. It might have been locked up for some reason during our evolution and maybe they found a way to unlock it. The other would be through rewriting our genetic code and altering it. I-It's possible, though not to such an extent as giving people powers, but it worked with plants and fruits, like with GMO, and even animals. Rats spliced with the bioluminescent gene of a certain specie of jellyfish to produce glowing rats, or goats that produces spider silk." Amanda explained to Ben.

"Also, this is just my opinion,but the likelihood of this being real is high." She said, both to everyone and no one in particular at once. "After all, if we were brought here for an illegal organ stealing or something, why evn tell us the part about the abilities? They could have just sedated us and be done with it. Also, we were kidnapped in broad daylight, one of us is even a neurologist. Unless they have some serious political and financial backing, they defjnitely wouldn't do that."

Tardy Grade

 

[WhipDing]

Clive Hayden

Clive simply sat there for a few moments, eyes closed, waiting for his pulse to return to normal. It did eventually, of course, but it took significantly longer than he was comfortable with. He'd had his short moment to panic, now he just needed to think.

Looked like he, and everyone else, was pretty much stuck here. Despite its fancy furniture and warm atmosphere (quite literally), this place was built like a prison, apparently. Still... it didn't quite add up. If they were prisoners, or hostages, or victims or whatever, why bother giving them individual rooms and all of this... luxury?

He'd grown less paranoid about his fellow inmates by this point, though. They weren't part of the act, that much was for sure - you couldn't make up that kind of idiocy.

"What, you guys think this might actually be real?", he scoffed, talking for the first time since being brought to the building. "You really think this is anything other than bullshit? You think, what, they're just gonna wave their magic wands and turn us into supermans or something?" He chuckled gently, slipping off his knitted cap and tossing it casually onto the table. "They're fucking lunatics. Rich lunatics, apparently. But being rich doesn't change the facts."

He swung both his legs up, crossing one over the other as he rested them on the table. Looked like he was screwed no matter what at this point.

Tardy Grade Roxasarass M MiladySolo CrimsonEclipse