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~Supernatural Training Facility~ - ~A facility with supernatural teenagers kept captive... These people will be trained for the SAU~

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The Japanese government has recently discovered supernatural humans... Of course they would like for their country to be prepared for any kind of war, so naturally they did what any smart person would do.


They took the supernatural humans and held them in a training facility.


At first the subjects showed no signs of further development, however when they were made to have children together,...
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@prounst23 ~Fib~Virus Manipulation~


@XxJuliaxX ~Amber~Mind Control~


(I felt lazy... Your lucky I'm putting in the effort to type, because my hand hurts like hell. Also, when I said literate, just type as much as I do really.)


|TIME: 6:00am|Everyone wakes up|Classes start at 8am|

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Etcetera woke up with a yawn this morning, as he stretched out his arms. He looked over at the alarm clock that was ringing just seconds ago, and then he groans. Today was to be the first day of the new classes, but Etcetera couldn't bring himself to possibly be happy. Supposing that it was just homesickness, Etcetera got up and began getting ready for the day. He brushed his hair, brushed his teeth and then went to his closet. There wasn't any specific uniform, though the students were expected to wear tan and or neutral colors while attending class. That wasn't too hard to achieve really, especially when they provide everyone with clothing.


Etcetera decided upon wearing a brown sweater with a white collared shirt underneath it, and just regular black pants (PANTS not JEANS. You cant wear jeans to class just fyi.. (b4 you buy (o stop it) oops) sorry ^w^) He also had on brown shoes.


He yawned again as he left his room, the time being now 6:37am for him. Etc, walked down the stairs to the common room, where he sat on one of the couches and stretched a bit again, getting his muscles ready for the long day. He had met the people here before, but just not on a personal level... He was kind of nervous to actually partake in a real conversation with them... But, he shall prevail, hopefully.


(My color for when he talks is gonna be yellow, so don't take yellow.. ;o; and for his name I might occasionally abbreviate with ETC, only because half of the time I cant spell Etcetera... Oh and, you can call him ETC for a nickname... Like the letters E, T and C said together... That's all, sorry to waste your time ^.^)


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The ringing sound of the alarm woke him from his deep sleep. He had a dream in which he was in a place he'd never laid eyes upon apart from his beloved books. He was wearing his ever present tank top which he wore in his room together with some shorts he slept in. He opened his eyes and swinged his arm in a wide arc, just to land it on the "Stop" button of the alarm, on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. "Already 6 o'clock?" he asked himself with a sleepy voice. "I should try and get ready" said he right before lifting his right hand up, right above his head, pressing his thumb and index finger together.


*SNAP!*


He was now in the bathroom, turning the faucet towards "Cold" before splashing some on his face, to sober him up. "This new room will take some getting used to. Least I get to keep all my stuff.". He then began his morning washing ritual, although as he went on, his stomach started growling. "Oh yeah, should get some food soon, too!". He hadn't eaten since he got to the new facility. Hopefully, the food here will taste just as good as the one his mother used to make. God, could that woman cook!


*SNAP!*


Searching through the wardrobe, he picks his clothes for the day. A white pair of pants, paired with a black blouse and his favourite sneakers to go with. He glances over towards his desk and sees the mess of books and notes he had. "Damm, I forgot to clean them up last night, but I was too tired anyway, so I'll just do it now!" and he proceeded in arranging each book to it's place, throwing the notes and the variety of pens and pencils into a drawer, taking off his tank top and adorning his blouse. It smelled of freshness. Seems the staff had taken the liberty of washing his clothes for him. Normally he wouldn't mind, but that was an invasion of his privacy. He vowed to leave a note for future reference, as he strolled out of the room to head over to the cafeteria.
 
"Hmmmm, lalala, leeda hmmmmm, haha, hoo, hmmmmm..."


Cloudy hadn't slept, and was still sitting on her still made bed, humming. She giggled to herself and stared at the wall. She nodded and whispered, "Oh I know, I know!" and then burst out in loud laughter.


With a shriek, her alarm went off, giving her a fright. She jumped, and the clock smashed into pieces, again. She sighed, a deep long sigh, that seemed to fill her up and then, let it out.


Instead of dressing and washing, she stood with mussed hair and crumpled clothes, leaving the room as-is. She didn't close the door, or open the curtains on the way out.


"Is it... bitter butter? Better butter? Bitter better butter, yes! Butter that is bitter but better than other butter, bah!" She laughed and spun on the spot. Those words had been said here before, by someone, and for whatever reason, they had lingered in the Plain. Maybe they were magic?


What a lovely day, she thought. I can't see it, but the birds are very happy...


She paused in front of the caff. "Food?" she asked with a tilt of her head. Nodding, she replied, "Food." To an outsider, maybe she was talking to herself, but really, it was her body communicating with her Astral self. They didn't always have good communication, and Cloudy would have to project a little louder for her body to get it. It was strange, even for her. They hadn't always been this distant. They used to be one, but now, they were drifting apart.


Cloudy thought this was because of her more frequent use of her power.


"How unfortunate,"


Nothing to be done though!


She waltzed inside and sat on an empty table. On the actual table top, not the chair, the table.
 
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Secret's eyes shot open as her alarm clock went off below her. It took her a minute to realize that it was the first day of her classes.


"Nooooo" she groaned putting one of her pillows over her head. The alarm clock wouldn't stop, which kind of aggravated Secret.


"Ugg, shut up!!" she did not yell, but definitely raised her voice. She climbed down her latter and looked at the time.


"6:07?! Why do we have to be up so early?" She complained. Secret has never been much of a morning person. To make things go faster Secret did a split and split herself into three exacts clones. Secret would wash her face and brush her teeth while clone #1 would do her hair and clone #2 would put out her clothes.


"Okay, face washed, hair done, clothes on..." Secret said checking to make sure she had everything ready to go. She nodded confirming she had everything, and then headed out the door. She walked down to the common room, only to find a boy with blonde sitting on one of the couches. Being the shy girl she is at first, she decided to walk to another couch and sit down.
 
Fib sat in his throne of clothes and trash, sleeping with his face pressed against the arm of the "chair". An irritating alarm on a monitor began to play a beeping that rang from ear to ear with a hypnotizing tone to it. Fib's eyes shot open and his pupils directed themselves towards the monitor. A rapid movement of his tongue scratching through his teeth made quick process of the noise as the program emitting the great alarm began to come to a halt, and a window popped up [Alarm.exe has stopped responding] with the familiar loading following up with it. This is the last laptop for the week they said, so I might not want to break it just yet. He thought with his eyes dashing at the evasive irritation ahead of his view.


He took a roll back knocking over his nest and adjusted his glasses, although they would never be straight due to a side that was always bent due his habit of sleeping wit them. He now stood there in boxers, one sock, and an old blue shirt hanging around his neck. I can't go out with this! his expression dropped, and began to lazily take a 2 minute shower and randomly picked out some clothes that were in his wardrobe, that was nearly empty and full of dust. His door slowly and he slipped his way out into the kitchen for some food. I should make myself some pancakes. I hope these people don't mind a mess.
 
Amber rolled over on her bed, seizing one of her numerous lavender pillows and covering the back of her head with it as her alarm buzzed. Ugh. The first day of classes. She wished she could remain in her luxurious bed forever, especially because she was quite delighted with the dorm she had been assigned to. The room was teeming with lavender, lilac, royal purple. However, the thought of fraternizing with new people - a whole building full of other supernatural beings whose identities were entirely undiscovered - tugged her out of bed, though she had to forge through the mountain of cushions in order to make her way out. Her hand caressed the velvety lilac blanket as she deactivated the alarm clock's beeping. 6:10 A.M. She released a deep sigh, her eyes closing for only a moment. She would get through today - only one of the many obstacles she was to overcome.


She trudged around her bed, her eyes half closed, and stepped through the curtains into her walk-in closet, to which the personal bathroom was attached. As she entered the bathroom, she looked at her appearance in the mirror, tilting her head observantly. Her hip-length hair, tan with a hint of beige, stuck out from all angles, and Amber groaned as she took a hairbrush from the granite counter. It seemed to take an eternity for her hair to become smooth. She stowed the brush away into a drawer and swiveled the knob on the left of the sink faucet, testing the temperature of the water with her index finger. Cold. Leaning over the sink, she cupped her hands together and splashed the icy water onto her face, instantly feeling more awake than before. She dried her face with one of the clean towels that the facility provided for them daily. The facility. She shook her thoughts of resent away, focusing on squeezing minty toothpaste onto her toothbrush and brushing her teeth.


She ran her toothbrush under the constant flow of water before rinsing her mouth as well with the small glass that she had stored her toothbrush in. Satisfied, she emerged from the bathroom and into her closet in pursuit of a bright, colorful outfit, but found attire only in neutral colors. She was disappointed, but would have to wear something other than her cozy pajamas. She selected a sleeveless white top, a light gray cardigan, along with simple black leggings and donned the clothing, leaving her nightwear on a stool. She crouched to gather a pair of black flats and carried them to the door of her dorm before slipping them onto her feet. Feeling rather confident now, Amber pushed open her door and headed to the cafeteria/kitchen area, feeling absolutely starving, where she found a slender boy with ebony black hair, a brown-haired guy with glasses, as well as a girl with seemingly white hair, who appeared to be . . . sitting on a table? Nevertheless, Amber strode inside with a bright smile. "Hello!" she exclaimed.
 
Cloudy felt the girl before she saw her and had already prepared herself for the bright reply.


She blinked and said "Red bricks?" With a frown. She was thinking of a building she'd never seen.


She looked up and flashed a small smile. "Hello," she said quietly. She hummed softly and flicked her head.


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Prefigure readied himself up, putting on his clothes after tending to his body. He didn't get much sleep last night, like every night, only about two hours of sleep. With a sigh he thought as he entered the kitchen, closing his room's door behind him as he left it. As he entered the kitchen he said nothing, yet stood there, staring at everyone one by one, skipping over, next to next. His power was a creepy one, and he was seemingly smiling largely as he looked at everyone. Everytime he saw someone's date he became interested, yet his smile faded as he returned to reality.


With a sigh he looked and surveyed over everyone and spotted a few people that were slightly to mildly attractive. He went out to the common room to then spot Etcetera. Prefigure didn't like this, he couldn't take his eyes off of this person. Was this love? It didn't feel as great as some people described it.


Stupid parents.


Another sigh followed and then a facepalm before he could the courage to walk up to ETC. "Hello there", he said with a smile, doing his best to not look like an idiot.
 
Cloudy bounced off the table and ran after the kid, jumping onto a desk as she arrived. She giggled, feeling the rush of emotions from the new kid in the room. She swung her legs and let the scuff against the chair. Her feet were still bare, and she was wearing a crumpled t-shirt and a pair of boxers - her pajamas.


She leaned forwards with interest, her eyes flicking between him and the boy he was talking to. She stuck her hand out and pointed to the two of them in turn.


"Are you two... Together?" She asked genuinely. Her head tilted to the left, then the right, her focus entirely on these kids in front of her. Her face switched between humour, curiosity, confusion, and a blank face all together.


Things around her were swimming and she blinked rapidly to clear them.


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"What? No, we're not", Prefigure said with an emotionless face, shooting an icy stare straight at her with red eyes. "Perhaps I like him, and you seem to like to dig into people's business, but in a way I like that. What's your name?", he asked. Prefigure rarely got around so he didn't know most people. Yet Prefigure didn't aim to make friends either, but this girl...


She was interesting.


Prefigure's eyes did not focus on the date anymore, yet functioned normally now, focusing on the girl before him, sighing as he thought about the date but tried to forget at the same time.
 
Cloudy had to think about it.


"I'm Cloudy," she announced after a minute. She counted on her fingers. "That's, 1, 2.. 7 letters! That's lucky, I never realised that..." She stared somewhere beyond.


Minutes passed and she suddenly asked "And you?"


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He muttered something under his breath, like, 'I see why they call you Cloudy'. And then returned his attention to stating his name. "I'm Prefigure, Pree- fij - ur, and yes, I know the original word is Pre- fig- ur.", he said with a obviously fake smile that died off in perhaps a millisecond as Prefigure realized how fake it actually was.


"So uhm... what do you.. like? Sorry if I seem robotic in a sense, I just don't talk to people much....", Prefigure said, tilting his head as he looked deep at Cloudy, as if he were staring into her soul. He was curious, and when he was curious he was all out stalker mode.
 
"Nine," She hummed. Curious. She shook out her hair and laughed, before leaning in as close as she could get. "Have you heard of the Astral Plane?" She whispered. Nodding, she leaned back. Her arms flew out to gesture to all around them.


"It's the world above this one, I can see everything," She tutted, "So curious, so curious," Out of her boxers, she produced a crumpled piece of paper. She cleared her throat.


"Astral Plane, noun. A place believed by some people to be where a person's spirit goes between dying and entering the Spiritworld. The astral plane, also called the Astral World, is a plane of existence postulated by classical, medieval, oriental and esoteric philosophies and mystery religions. It is the world of the planetary spheres, crossed by the soul in its astral body on the way to being born and after death, and generally said to be populated by angels, spirits or other immaterial beings." She rattled off the sheet's dictionary content, and grinned, proud of herself. She bounced on the table, and quickly said, "What about you?"
 
"Oh my power? I know when everyone's going to die", Prefigure said simply, sighing. "Have you heard any Japanese mythology, of the death gods? Shinigami? They call it Shinigami Eyes, I know all the dates...But it comes with really bad vision problems and you have to deal with seeing the huge date above everyone's head.", Prefigure said with a surprising smile, which then disappeared as he looked at her eyes. "The Astral Plane sounds like a strange place, heh.. I wonder if these eyes predict when people will enter the Plane.."
 
After having eaten a rather copious meal, he heads out of the cafeteria with a pleased grin on his face, which quickly fades away as he encounters the three other teens, from which two seemed to be enganged in conversation. Shade didn't want to disturb, but thought it rude to just pass by like that, so he placed his fingers together, ready to "blink" , but then thought of what his mother told him before departing the old facility. "Son, be a good boy, and make some friends while you're there. It's unnatural for someone your age to stay stuck like glue to his books, even if it's for his studies!". He promised her he would try to be at least social. He didn't think he would meet other people so soon, so now he was cursing his underestimation of fate's tricky ways. "Well, nothing I can do about it now..." he muttered to himself, as he approached the others, put on a nice smile, before saying out loud. "Good morning everyone. How are you?" he said.
 
Secret watched as more people came into the common room and walked over to the boy with blonde hair.


He's quite popular, I wonder why. Isn't it everyone's first day? Secret Thought. Maybe people aren't really that shy... she referred to herself. Maybe I should go over there and try to make friends with them... I don't know, what if they don't like me? Secret had a little one-sided conversation in her mind. Once she convinced herself to go over there, she didn't get up from the couch she sat on. She was never really good at socializing, she rather have people come to her. It was rather have them come to her or lock herself in her room and dance her heart out.
 
Etcetera was very confused as to what was going on now. So many people had said hello to him, that he didn't know how to exactly respond. Instead of saying anything yet, he just listened to the conversations that were happening around him. He wanted to know about these peoples lives, but at the same time he couldn't just go up to them and lick them... Not that he hadn't done that a lot as a child...


He heard someone say a "Good morning" just out loud in general, and he decide to finally say something as well.


"Oh, Good morning, yes." He said with a friendly smile. His voice was rather a pretty sound, coming off as being silky and bell-like. Etcetera really wanted to make friends, and his brotherly nature just wanted to come out and protect people...


MEANWHILE (because we need a plot ^w^)


TIC... TIC... TIC....... Clocks go ti... tic......... tictictictictictictic.. TOCK! The sound of material rubbing together, sounded off in the large rubber room. Echoing around. A clock could be heard somewhere, only a reminder that his time was running out. But when was he going to die? No, he couldn't let that happen to himself... He still had business to take care of with some certain people. His insanity had actually allowed himself to gain a power...


Telekinesis...


A scream was heard as the clock face shattered into a million pieces, the needle flying off and coming to the man's side. He jabbed it into the jacket that was holding him captive and began carving himself out. It was almost too easy as he pulled himself from the chair he was strapped to... He then walked to the rubber wall and closed his eyes, imagining that the thing would bend to his will. When it did, he climbed out of it and looked around at the vast expanse of foliage. He knew what had to be done first. However he spun in a circle with the face of a crazy man and sang a tune.


"I can see Clearly now, the rain is gone..." He then laughed like a maniac as he began walking into the forest...
 
Spice's eyes fluttered open to the morning sun illuminating on her face. "Morning already?" She moaned, reluctant to pull herself from her cozy blankets. With a sigh, Spice propped herself up and swung her legs off of her bed. she stood up and walked over to the bathroom, looking lazily at herself in the mirror. Her long brunette hair was disheveled and sticking out in odd directions, while her sleepy eyelids drooped from sleep deprivation. Doing her best to comb out the monstrosity of tangles, she then brushed her teeth diligently, scrubbing every tooth until it was clean. Rushing to her dresser, she pulled out a navy blue skirt along with a grey cardigan and a long white collard shirt. She dressed, then put on black socks that came about her thighs, along with slipping on a pair of beige loafers. I need to hurry... she thought as she made up her bed and put her pajamas in her dirty clothes basket. Opening the door, she rushed out and closed it behind her, making her way to the common room.


When she entered, there was already a fair amount of teens chatting and socializing with each other. She pulled up a seat that wasn't very close to the table, but close enough to be within ear shot. With the click of her tongue, her senses where turned on, just in case. Spice never really felt comfortable without it on. She sat in her chair silently while the teen's conversation's blared on, talking about things she was interested in, such as the Astral Plane and Shinigami. She had read mythology books about them, and scoured every piece of information she could find. She quickly shook out of her thoughts, angry with herself. That's eavesdropping. She said in her head angrily. With a sigh, she tried clearing her mind and blocking out the other teens' conversations, hoping it stop her from eavesdropping any further.
 
Amber grinned as she watched the dynamic girl with platinum white hair bound away. However, the dark-haired boy, she noticed with disappointment, had left without greeting her in return. Perhaps he was shy, and did not favor communicating with others, even though he had exited with a smile on his face. She was left alone with the quiet boy with light ash brown hair. "Want some cereal?" Amber offered enthusiastically, looking in the direction of the boy as she headed towards the kitchen pantry in the hunt for Froot Loops, or Cheerios, or perhaps Cocoa Puffs. She pulled open the doors to the pantry, spotting cereal boxes from a variety of brands situated on the top two shelves. There were no Froot Loops, but there were Honey Nut Cheerios and Cocoa Puffs. Elevating to her toes, she strained her arm muscles to snatch the box of Honey Nut Cheerios on the top shelf. Clumsily, she swiped her hand at it, bringing a few extra cereal-loaded containers toppling down with it.
 
Cloudy was focused entirely on Prefigure. She wasn't good at focusing on more than one thing. She nodded enthusiastically. "I see dead people there all the time! But I can't talk to them, they try and steal her," she jabbed a finger onto her chest, referring to her body. "Can you tell me when I'll die?" She asked with a smile. "I'd love to talk with them without worrying about her," she smiled wider and laughed again.


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Shade turns his gaze away from the pair, towards the silver-haired girl standing by herself. He wondered whether or not should he address her, as he was afraid not to either scare her off or annoy her. Damm, he wished he had more confidence. You don't need confidence when you're reading a book. Why couldn't he just read a book now. "Come on,Shade, say something for Christ's sake!" he thought to himself. "He..hey there! Uhm...so, you good? I...uhm...I'm Shade! I mean...my name is Shade! What's yours? I mean...if you want to share it, that is. You're totally not obligated to, you know..." he said, more mumbling than actually speaking, after having approached the girl sitting on the couch,isolated from the rest. "Dammit, Shade, you can't even talk to another person!" he yelled at himself mentally, as he hoped he didn't embarass himself too much, or make the girl think he was retarded or dumb or had some sort of condition that made not able to speak right.
 
Prefigure looked disturbed, yet couldn't blame Cloudy. If he was her he'd like to talk to them too. "I don't want to say.. I don't give out the dates, it tends to drive people insane", The boy said with a sigh, then looked at Cloudy straight in the eyes. "But I will say something, don't want to die. Your the only friend I have so far, I mean if that's what we are", Prefigure said with a smirk. "And you see that guy over there? Maybe I do like him, okay? Just don't tell anyone.. I'd be embarrassed and probably change all of your dates to some time sooner."


Prefigure then looked over to Spice with a bright smile, obviously fake, and it faded away quickly after a second. "Why hello there."
 
Secret snapped out of her mental performance and looked at the one speaking to her. Secret couldn't help but giggle at how much Shade stuttered.


"I'm sorry for laughing, I'm Secret." she said.


"I thought no one would come to talk to me, but I wouldn't be surprised if that did happen." There was a short pause before Secret spoke again.


"Uh... So what's your ability?" She said to try and keep to conversation going.


(Sorry if short, going to dance, reply again anyways, I'll reply when I get back.)
 
Spice remained quiet for the time being, but she learned a few things from her quietness. She learned that the girl with the silvery hair was named Secret, and for some reason the name suited her well. She learned that the boy trying to make conversation with her was named Shade, a very nice name indeed. She learned that you shouldn't wish death upon yourself, according to the boy with the Shinigami eyes. Yes, interesting things. She even learned that people with the littlest twist in their personalities, are friends to some. "The funny thing is, they don't even realize what they're doing. The slightest bit of everyday information, can make the biggest impact on someone...." She grinned, pleased that she had taught herself to pick up on things like this. You could say that she chuckled heartily. "Ah, complete oblivion. The fact of the matter is that they don't even know what they're doing. Fantastic." She sat there, just being pleased with herself, chuckling, as the days of those around her remained normal and unknowing.
 
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