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    • test group 1
      This is one of the rp threads. So, instead of what I originally planned, the characters are going to be in two identical sections, which meet in a room next to the living room. This room has a window, which allows the experiments in different groups to see one another and there is an intercom which they can use to communicate. Cienna's group will find out about soulmates when she wakes up, which they can then relay to the other group through the intercoms. Cienna knows that there are two groups, so she'll encourage someone from her group to go tell the other ones. This is the first testing group

      The characters in this group:
      -Xiomara
      -Mateo
      -Tidus
      -Tiana
      -Blaire
      -Dio
      -Iris
      -Ember
      -Liam
      -Ren
      -Tristan
      -Levi
      -Alberich
      -Meilan
      -014

      Soulmate pairs:
      Tidus and Xiomara aka "Xidus"
      Tristan and Levi
      Ember and Liam
      Dio and Iris
      Blaire and Tiana

      Monster -Dodie
      coded by hanthesunbeam

     
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    『 TAGGED 』 mood6 mood6
    『 MOOD 』nervous
    『 LOCATION 』living area
    Dio woke slowly. First, he realized that he was conscious. Soon after, he regained his senses, and he immediately knew he was not where he usually was dropped off; through squinted eyes, he could see what looked like a living room.

    Opening his eyes fully, Dio took in all of the others, laying on the floor, except for two. There was an assortment of different extensions; he could see some horns, wings, and tails. One popped out in particular; a woman seemingly with plants growing out of her; that was interesting. He wasn't too surprised; no way that he would be the only one. There were only fourteen of them in the room; Dio would have thought the government would have been able to create more.

    He slowly got up, stretching his wings a little before folding them back in. Taking a broader look at the room, it was strange. Dio hadn't seen an actual, normal living room in, what, a year or two? The days blurred together, so he wasn't sure. Seeing a camera, tucked in the corners of the room, Dio scowled. It was quite ominous, seeing the blinking red light in the lenses. He could only imagine what to do to whoever was behind it, once he got the chance.

    The two people were definitely related; they were hugging it out. Dio looked at them. It had been quite a while since he had seen another human being in a regular setting, although his current situation could hardly be described as normal.

    "Hello," Dio said, once they were done being sentimental. "I'm Dio. I guess we're all stuck here together." He smiled, acting as casual as possible, walking over and holding out a hand of greeting.

    He looked at both of them. One had fairy wings; the other had a blindfold. Dio could bet the second person had either a Medusa-type power or laser beam eyes.

    He took one last look around; some others had started to arise. All had different powers; he could bet most of them were powerful and combat-oriented. The scientists had made a mistake. The experiments had each other now; they were powerful. Dio had no doubts they could escape, eventually. And once they did, he'd make them pay.
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    • Terror filled him. The darkness closing in around him as a voice whispered into his ear. "You're going to kill them. Everyone you know, or love. You're going to scare them into the grave and there's nothing you can do about it." Tidus knew this was a nightmare, it was the same one every time he was forced to sleep by their ridiculous drugs. The voice was his own, but at the same time it wasn't. It was just a reminder of the fear that plagued him due to his newfound "gift." Slowly, but surely the voice began to fade away as Tidus slowly regained his consciousness.

      "One of these days I'm going to get my hands on you Colonel McArthur, and when I do, I'm going to lock you in a nightmare for the rest of fucking eternity!" Tidus snarled as his body rose as unnaturally as he seemed. The tall male's shadowy tendrils appearing out from under his cloak as he called out to the man he figured was watching him like a hawk. That's when he realized he wasn't alone and that he wasn't wearing the blinder helmet, just a pair of aviators. "Oh? I'm with others?" Tidus turned and looked about the room his body just turning with no steps. He didn't walk anymore, not since the change, but he glided. "Well then, it seems I'm not the only freak." He chuckled before his eyes fell upon the other three that seemed to be awake. The two males didn't interest him in the slightest. They were there, but the woman....she had his focus.

      Tidus found himself enraptured at first. What was it about her that locked his gaze? Sure she was pretty, but he'd seen plenty of beautiful women. What about her was so damn enthralling? It had to be something the lab had done. He snarled as he turned away to look at the cameras. "It was bad enough that you fucked with my body, but now my head too? When I get out, you better not sleep, because the bogeyman will be coming for you." He broke out into laughter as he glided over to a chair and sat down. "So, who the hell are my fellow cellmates?" He asked from his seat, shifting himself into a more human form with legs and feet. The tendrils disappearing within his person.
     
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    LEVI    ​

    Like always Levi had dreamt of flying. His dreams had been more vivid since he’d first found himself wherever he was, one of the few comforts from endless blank walls and experiments. But when he woke his wings ached as they curled tight around his torso like a thick coat and it took him a second to noticed anything was different. This wasn’t his cell. This wasn’t any room he’d seen before and as he blinked away the sedative haze he realized he wasn’t alone. The room was crowded with other people or at least creatures that had likely once been people. Distress signals rang in his head and left him too stunned to move for several moments. Some were vaguely familiar, bursts of pain or fear he’d picked up on during his time alone. Ignoring them had never been easy but without walls between them it made Levi’s head swim. One in particular stood out, a call that tugged at the deepest instincts in his brain. It was an odd, sharp noise that demanded his attention. But his senses were still too muddled to make sense of anything at all and he unfurled his wings as he glanced around the room searching for its source.

    There were fourteen other people in the room ranging from nearly normal to truly monstrous. So far none of them seemed like a real threat, though the man with horns and the… whatever it was wearing full body armor made his skin crawl. One shaky hand smoothed the feathers of his left wing as an eye opened on the nape of his neck. Loose hair made it difficult to see much but it was a comfort to be able to watch his own back.

    There was a small cluster forming as people woke. Two pairs embraced but none of the others seemed to recognize each other. There were no staff members in sight but he didn’t doubt they were watching. It was difficult to appreciate the novelty of being in a new setting when he assumed it was another trick, a new way to manipulate them into becoming what they were designed to be. If this was meant to be a test of their abilities Levi wasn’t sure he’d make it out alive. He could feel the eyes flickering around just below his skin as he wrapped an arm around his chest and tried to keep his breathing steady. At least he wasn’t alone anymore. His gaze flickered from face to face as his stomach knotted. None of them seemed to be the source of whatever it was currently building to the point of a headache firing off in the back of his skull but he still approached the cluster with what he hoped was a friendly enough expression.

    “Do y-“ His voice cracked, scratchy and rough from disuse. “Do any of y’all know what’s going on?”



    code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
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    Tristan Laufeyson
    Sugar n' spice and everything nice wasn't meant for only girls
    mood: . confused


    location: .testing group 1


    outfit: . gray jumsuit


    mentions: . n/a


    interactions: . n/a


    tags: . n/a
    Tristan found himself awake now. Pulling himself up, he rubbed his eyes and took in the sight before him. Tristan couldn't recall last night, or yesterday. This was very alarming. A sickly fear fell over his chest, weighing it down. Had he finally been caught off guard and kidnapped? The more he thought, the more aware he was of his surroundings. Multiple voices chattered around his head. It was then that he started feeling self-conscious, the red-haired man swept back his bangs and tidied himself up. Then Tristan took a look around the room, he was stunned to see everyone so...odd looking. They seemed equally confused, if not pissed at the realization that they were not where they were. Was he high right now? Was he on a trip and he didn't know?

    Some were bizarre looking and it made him wonder if he was any different. Looking down at himself, he sighed in relief that he looked exactly the same. Was that it? Were these originally people? Or was there something else at play? Counting, there were 14 people. Tristan was a social guy, but uh, this was very new. How was he supposed to approach a man with six whole ass arms? Maybe he just needed to do what he knew. Flirt until it sticks. That always seemed to do the trick.

    There was an off thing about the six arms dude. He couldn't put his finger on it. They seemed to be grouping up and if Tristan knew anything about anything. It was to stick to groups. Coming up to stand beside the winged man, he waved. "I can see that everyone is introducing themselves. My name is Tristan and my favorite ice-cream is strawberry." He grinned and then laughed, "Now, if any of you know, could you tell me where I am?" Tristan asked, placing his hand on his hip. He ran a hand through his hair, a flirty smirk on his cheeks.

    In his head, he realized there was a surprisingly pleasent scent coming from the winged-creature beside him. It was..attractive in an odd way. It was probably some bougie perfume. Did creatures like that even wear perfume? Maybe it was just a natural scent. Either way, he didn't mind the angelic-like dude.


    Tristan found himself awake now. Pulling himself up, he rubbed his eyes and took in the sight before him. Tristan couldn't recall last night, or yesterday. This was very alarming. A sickly fear fell over his chest, weighing it down. Had he finally been caught off guard and kidnapped? The more he thought, the more aware he was of his surroundings. Multiple voices chattered around his head. It was then that he started feeling self-conscious, the red-haired man swept back his bangs and tidied himself- was this..a jumpsuit? Oh lord have mercy. Nothing was worse than these fucking clothes. In gray too?! Tch, whovever decided on these have a place in hell reserved just for them. After dissing on the jumpsuits, Tristan took a look around the room, he was stunned to see everyone so...odd looking. They seemed equally confused, if not pissed at the realization that they were not where they were. Was he high right now? Was he on a trip and he didn't know?

    Some were bizarre looking and it made him wonder if he was any different. Looking down at himself, he sighed in relief that he looked exactly the same. Was that it? Were these originally people? Or was there something else at play? Counting, there were 14 people. Tristan was a social guy, but uh, this was very new. How was he supposed to approach a man with six whole ass arms? Maybe he just needed to do what he knew. Flirt until it sticks. That always seemed to do the trick.

    There was an off thing about the six arms dude. He couldn't put his finger on it. They seemed to be grouping up and if Tristan knew anything about anything. It was to stick to groups. Coming up to stand beside the winged man, he waved. "I can see that everyone is introducing themselves. My name is Tristan and my favorite ice-cream is strawberry." He grinned and then laughed, "Now, if any of you know, could you tell me where I am?" Tristan asked, placing his hand on his hip. He ran a hand through his hair, a flirty smirk on his cheeks.

    In his head, he realized there was a surprisingly pleasent scent coming from the winged-creature beside him. It was..attractive in an odd way. It was probably some bougie perfume. Did creatures like that even wear perfume? Maybe it was just a natural scent. Either way, he didn't mind the angelic-like dude.
     
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    Subject 014
    014 watched the conscripts -as he'd taken to calling them- silently. He'd arrived at Balam about a week ago, and had spent that time getting acquainted with the various conscripts. Now, he could recite their dossiers (mostly) by memory. He stood out, if one could be said to stand out, by being the only one not in one of those gray prisoner jumpsuits, instead wearing his customary armor, helmet included. After some argument with the Colonel, it was decided that his cover would be that of an active asset, but one without knowledge of the program. That way he wouldn't have to fake too much. Espionage had never been 014's strong point, however he was really the only one in a position to do this. Unfortunately, that meant he had to go unarmed. His hip felt too light without his trusty HK mark. 23.

    Personal ruminations over, for the moment, 014 noticed that several of the conscripts were awake. Most notably, Tidus, the boogeyman. That one had caught 014's eye when he'd been reading the dossiers. He was dangerous, that was for sure. Perhaps he wasn't as physically dangerous as some of the others, but the man was a walking pysop. 014 looked more closely at Tidus, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses. Aviators, in fact, and ones that looked similar to MacArthur's. 014 chuckled softly. Their resemblance was made all the more humorous by the fact that Tidus was currently yelling at the cameras, apparently addressing the Colonel.

    014 noticed several of the conscripts seemed to know each other. That had stood out to him while studying their dossiers, as well. Letting prisoners with prior relationships retain them made little sense. But then again, this whole idea was a bit unorthodox. 014 sighed quietly, finally deciding to sit up. He didn't get all the way to his feet, merely took up lotus position on the floor, and continued to observe silently.     ​
     





    • Xiomara
      How are you feeling?
      Stressed.
      What are you wearing?
      Outfit here
      Where are you?
      Up your ass (living area)
      Did you mention anyone?
      Dio and Tidus
      Who are you talking to?
      Everyone
      And, like, tagging?
      Heterological Heterological Kiroshiven Kiroshiven

      Xiomara eyes the first man to approach her carefully. He has wings, similar to her, but he doesn't seem to be a fairy. That is, based off a fairy. The aura emitting from him doesn't seem threatening, or similar to those or the scientists, so shake shakes him hand while releasing her younger brother. Her attention is quickly drawn to a man, or what used to be a man, with tentacles emitting from him. To anyone else, he would seem threatening, especially due to the aggressive way he is conducting himself, but it only draws her in more. For some reason, something in her knows that he will never harm her.

      She can't help but stare at him, though her attention is quickly drawn away when he mentions the scientists messing with their heads. That would, technically make sense. Whatever the scientist's goals are, they must be new, as she has never been put in a room with anyone else before. She had just gotten used to her powers and was learning how to shut them down, so they wouldn't be used against her, but now her captors are trying something new. Fuck. After the man finishes with his ...outburst she finally decides to speak up "I'm Xiomara and the kid is Mateo. Do all of you feel that too?" She questions, referring to the pull she feels towards the ursula-like man.

      º º code by ditto º º
     

    Blaire


    May be Triggering
    Pain and Sexual Violence Mentioned
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    The burn was everywhere. It spared no inch of him. From the most superficial layer of skin to the deepest of tissue, the searing fire of decay was all Blaire could feel. He'd been starved to the point that nothing was left, of him or his existence. Time lost meaning. The last cry of agony had left him days ago, and the man was left lying on the floor, twitching occasionally or groaning lowly. He'd lost his ability to stand or pull himself onto his bed three days prior. The aches from lying upon the hard floor could not register passed the pains of starvation. He had long disappeared into the darkest depths of his mind in seek of refuge from the slow death.

    His eyes were empty, heavy lidded and dazed, but occasionally they would flash crimson. His form, limp and slumped along the cold tile, would grow hazy under dark smoke that appeared seemingly from nowhere. Beneath the shadows his body shimmered and changed, twisting into the monster they'd made him. In one moment, his hair would blaze into midnight flames, in another his leg or forearm would grow and purple in color. Sometimes half his fingers would grow into clawed digits. The man showed no reaction to these painful, instantaneous changes of his physiology, but deep in his psyche he was fighting to distance himself from the inescapable fire. He was losing the battle. Death would be a sweet escape. He longed for it now.

    But death would not come, as always. They would starve him until his heartbeat slowed and his brain showed decreasing activity. Then they would send some poor soul in to feed him. The demon would show itself first, when the lights inside him began to turn back on. Instinctually, he would start devouring as much of the victim's soul as he feasibly could at once. Then, the human part of him would be unchained, and he'd try to hold back. The white coats would approach, and hired muscle would restrain him while forcing the act to continue, until finally the prisoner of war was sucked dry with cheeks gaunt and mouth left gaping in an eternal scream of agony.

    He'd rather die.

    End of Trigger Warning
    Blaire awoke with a start, chest tight and breathing ragged. He was on the verge of hyperventilating, eyes widening as he clutched at his chest. His gaze swept the area, expecting his barren room but instead registering a much different scene. First and foremost, he was not located in his plain white room. Instead, he sat on the floor of a modernly decorated conference-like room. Secondly, and most importantly, his eyes had locked onto a group of people in the same grey sweats as him. They were standing together, seemingly mid-conversation when his awakening had disrupted them. He swallowed hard, eyes shifting about before locking back onto the cluster before him. What the hell was this? They appeared to be experiments, like him, given the wings and horns occupying space around the group and their familiar attire. There was even another, a darker skinned girl, passed out on the floor nearby. And...something otherworldly not far from her. A monster. Whether the beast was here to torture him or just tormented like him was unclear, thus leaving him feeling rather wary of his situation. His first instinct was to ask what was going on, but experience had taught him that questions led to pointless answers in this place. He settled for continuing to study the group, seeking answers to what kind of new torture he should anticipate.


    TEMPLATE © BOKEH​
     

    • Tidus looked back over to the group that introduced themselves. The plant chick was Iris. The way she acted Tidus knew he'd hate to deal with her for long. Stuck up ritzy types that left him frustrated as all hell, because they HAD to be the center of attention. There was a few others that started to wake up forming the freak brigade. Tidus let out a small chuckle as the idea crossed his mind. His eyes drifting along the group as more woke up. Eventually a six armed male asked if anyone knew what was going on. Followed shortly by an introduction form the first siblings.

      "To be honest with you, six arms," Tidus stood up from the chair stretching out his newly formed legs with a sigh. "I doubt any of us know what's going on. We're all kept as experiments in this fucked up shithole." He sighed while cracking his neck by rolling his head side to side. "But I can bet you anything, these asshats that torment us are trying their best to make even more terrifying monstrosities than what we are." He shrugged once more with indifference. "And to answer your question, Xio, if you're referring to the unnatural pull towards someone in this room, then yeah. I do." He hissed her name, while turning towards her. His eyes focusing in on the girl once again, while the desire to casually wrap his arms around her began sinking in. "But for now, I don't care. I'm not playing their little game." He turned his attention to the camera, flipped it off and went over towards what he discerned was the kitchen. "Wonder what processed crap they left us in here."
      mood6 mood6
     

    Blaire



    The first one to capture his full attention was a voluptuous blonde. The pet name she used was not lost on him, but his mind chose to focus on everything but her greeting. Something stirred in him that he had never felt before, a pull so strong his eyes narrowed in effort to fight it, whatever it may be. He was enraptured by the sway of her as she sauntered towards him. So lost was he in her beauty that he'd momentarily forgotten himself and the situation. It wasn't just her beauty. There was just something so...goddamn alluring about her. Even her scent, which wafted towards him as she kneeled by him, was overwhelming his senses. Never in his life had he experienced such a fierce reaction to anyone, let alone a stranger. She was speaking to him, her voice dripping with the most bodied honey he'd ever heard. He actually felt lighthearted at the sound, and he breathed a ragged breath as his head was gently placed in her lap. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew the right action was to pull away from this woman and question her, or at least the rest of the room. And yet the sensations that surfaced were far too compelling to deny. He took in her sweater, too tight on her, paired with the softness of her thighs and that was the breaking point for the demon inside him. His eyes flashed crimson, glowing bright beneath heavy lids. The demonic half of his psyche began to suggest how he should drive this encounter, and he swallowed hard against the instincts. He was losing himself to the incubus, and that was enough to snap him back to reality.

    Clearing his throat, he regretfully pulled away from the woman to sit up fully and recalled her words.

    "I-" His first instinct was to deny the compliment, but that response seemed trivial in this context. He glanced at the rest of the group before turning an uneasy gaze back to the blonde. The sight of her was somehow more comforting. "Thank you, I'm Blaire...who are you?" He asked, emphasizing the question with a pointed glance about the room to signal it was a general question for all.

    Kiroshiven Kiroshiven
     
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