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The world is changing.
[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]⦅ Long gone are the days of the average joe climbing to the top of a company, not while the young and the bright have started to bring forward supernatural gifts. Whether it be a flashy power like fire breathing or an intellectual skill, companies have been founded to sort the talented into a successful career where they can tower above the rest. Because the edge on the competition bears inevitable fruit, groups of equally talented people are trained and hired to hunt down and recruit others into the ranks. Tempted with a fat paycheck and an opportunity to travel, said groups are given a quota and the necessary tools to gather recruits. They are trained for a year or two before being sent into the field with a small group of peers. To avoid making a scene, employees are encouraged to blend into the scene of a potential recruit by getting a job at the same place, moving in next door, attending the same school, or flat out stalking if the need presents itself. By doing so, they can also gain an edge or selling point to get somebody on board. From there, they can either send the recruit back to the company to fill a suitable job, or hit the ground running by joining the pack (which is the case for any of your characters). [/SIZE]
The initial group of three are detailed below, and any additional characters will be discovered by this group. This means it may take some time for your character to be discovered, but it gives a chance for each character to get the spotlight/development before I change the plot to a different objective.
Once you’ve been accepted, I’ll message you when I need your character’s intro. From there, I’ll use my character’s abilities to lead the rest to them. We’ll have a chance to have some fun while our characters assume roles and try to blend in until the sales pitch is made. This setup allows for an open world, so I definitely encourage you to have fun with the setting. Because your character intro reflects how the next ark will go, each member of the RP will have a chance to somewhat lead the plot. OOC would definitely be a useful tool in that if people feel inclined to discuss the plot.
[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Overall, this RP is designed to give the vibe of an urban fantasy, infusing detective work/realistic grit with the fantasy of powers and relaxed fun.[/SIZE] [SIZE=13.333333333333332px]⦆[/SIZE]
▶CHARACTERS: THE INITIAL THREE.
The Ringleader- TAKEN BY @Houndstooth
[SIZE=14.6667px]This character is a charismatic, outgoing man that has a passion for aiding the interests of others. Ultimately calls the shots within the group. Before his abilities emerged and he was offered a fat paycheck as a recruiter, he worked as a counselor at a small clinic. The need to understand and resolve people’s emotional issues is still with him to this day. Because he seems to hold everyone’s best interests in mind, those who’ve known him long have learned to be weary that the fault never lies on him. He can get away with murder because he presents it as being done for someone else. Regardless, his intentions are usually good, and he’s well loved by those around him. He was gifted with a pair of wings, increased strength, and an infectious personality. Thinks of the Firestarter as a sister and babies her from time to time, occasionally struck by something resembling a romantic feeling. Has been known to get into arguments with the Seer because of their contrasting personalities. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px](Note: if people don't feel comfortable playing this character because it's somewhat of a lead role, I can always double up and play him as well.)[/SIZE]
The Third- TAKEN BY @Ironrot
[SIZE=14.6667px]A sharp and intelligent girl that acts as the muscle if the situation turns violent. She was fresh out of high school when she was recruited and is the currently the youngest of the group. She tends to be blunt with her friends, which has got her far as long as they maintain thick skin. She only means it well, even if the truth hurts. Despite her being the main fighter of the group, she’s proficient with words, and was planning on an english major beforeshe found she could coax fire from her hands. (Ironrot's putting a twist on the abilities, so an updated description is on its way.) She’s aware of the ringleader’s feelings and tend to be weary as a result. She’s close with the Seer and smokes bowls with him on their days off. [/SIZE]
The Seer- TAKEN BY JAVA
His character sheet, along with intro, is posted towards the end of this post. Reading it could give some context to the RP if you're interested.
▶ CHARACTERS: TO BE DISCOVERED.
These are just some ideas, if you have your own, feel free to message me or write a post explaining your idea.
▶ MY CHARACTER/INTRO:
Name:[SIZE=14.6667px] Ivan Read[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Age:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] 23[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Gender:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] Male[/SIZE]
Ability:
[SIZE=14.6667px]Seer- He can interpret signs, dreams, and visions to lead him to a desired outcome. In most cases, the outcome is discovering the location of a potential recruit. Ivan has to focus on an outcome that is specific enough to make the signs readable. If the focus is vague, so are the clues. If he was to meditate on how to score a load of cash for example, it would be doable but challenging due to the numerous paths/actions that would lead him there. He might see himself robbing a bank or landing a successful job, but the onslaught of images would be difficult to sort through. However, if he had an image or belonging from a lead on a new recruit, it would be a straightforward premonition. Being secluded from necessary sensory distractions aid the process.[/SIZE]
History:
[SIZE=14.6667px]The younger of two brothers, he grew up in a rural area a few miles from the west coast. While his older brother Gareth succeeded in physical, practical tasks like hunting and fishing, Ivan was more of a creative mind. From a young age, he adored art and the whimsical side of things (the later of which he outgrew in his teens). This was all good and well until his later years of middle and high school, where he struggled with a sense of uselessness at the hands of disinterest/inefficiency at practical skills like math. Despite the blow to his confidence, he found a ring of friends in the other art minded students, reaching strides in his happiness through their support. Like most good things, this reached an end as drama within the friend group brewed, with love triangles and hormones wreaking the once perfect balance. Ivan found himself as a pawn in the group’s attempts to gain some revenge on their ex-friends, and by the end of his last year in high school, he felt like he was living out a cheap soap opera. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Feeling victimized and betrayed by the experience, he disappointed his parents by using his college fund and scholarships to move a few states over and attend an expensive art school. The blazing party scene was the perfect match with his negative view on his fellow human race, where he enjoyed drinking himself sick and making fleeting connections with strangers and never seeing them again. Regardless, things were going okay again, and Ivan sculpted, painted, and sketched his way to solid grades and light recognition from his professors. A tad off the rails, he was completely shoved off the tracks when he began having frighteningly strong dreams and premonitions. With an overwhelming amount of deja vu occurring and visions popping from ripples in fountains, he was afraid he’d fried his brain on drugs and sought a doctor. He’d heard of people developing abilities, but it had always been something fantastical like sprouting wings or breathing fire, so it never occurred to him that his problems stemmed from the same seed. Frustrated at the seemingly lame serving of luck, but relieved to have answer, he dropped the art school and joined a group of recruits. Within the year, he had been assigned to his own recruitment group and was sent on missions due to quick progress and a knack for finding potential candidates. He’s been with the current starting group for 2 years. Ivan stays in contact with his parents and keeps the illusion that he’s away at college, lying about assignments and finals. The same goes for his older brother, although Gareth makes less of an attempt to stay in touch. [/SIZE]
Personality:
[SIZE=14.6667px]Ivan exhibits the traits of an introvert, as time alone makes him feel recharged, and he takes time to adjust to new people. Because of his past luck with friends, he hold a negative outlook on his peer’s intentions and avoids group politics if at all possible. He uses the buffer of being weird or faded as an excuse to avoid effort in making connections. Although it isn’t necessarily a conscious act, he uses it to keep himself from being embarrassed or hurt about how he actually feels or thinks. For longer standing friends, it’s equally a matter of Ivan letting down his guard and them seeing straight through his shifty barriers. Thus, he keeps a fairly normal relationship with those in the starting group. Similarly, it’s worse for new people because Ivan doesn’t know how to present himself. He often suffers from a sense of disassociation, giving him a sense of watching everything through a TV, or that he forgets he actually exists as a physical person. For this reason, he feels like he’s a different person depending on the hour or mood, although this rarely shows from the outside.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Ivan tends to be more vague about his premonitions than he needs to be because he feel vulnerable about the nature of his power, that he doesn’t have any fighting capabilities. He can take the vagueness of his ability for granted in a power play of not explaining if his want for something is part of the premonition or just something he simply wants. If he wanted thai food, the rest of the group would have to weigh whether giving him what he wants would lead to a new recruit or just satisfy his craving for noodles. His traits aren’t entirely negative however, because he does love his fellow group members and cares for them despite the headache he can cause. He can also up the professionalism if it’s truly called for, tying down to be quiet and polite (as possible) on first meeting with a new recruit. After all, there was a reason he was given the job. Romantically, he isn’t concerned with dating as long as he’s sober, but he’s been known to fool around with anyone with a heartbeat after a few drinks. Despite this, if he were to date a group member, his preference would lean towards men. He rarely makes a point of telling people this because he doesn’t view it as a big deal. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]His possessions are fairly minimal, with an armful of clothes and a collection of crystals and runes making up the majority of what he owns. He loves the smell of peppermint, the stronger the better, and been known to keep peppermint oil on hand. Ivan favors jazz and ambient music to abrasive rock and has always been a morning person, often awake first and catching a few moments to himself before the day begins. [/SIZE]
Intro:
(Note: I wrote as the other two initial characters to give an example. I won't normally do this, so don't worry if you're playing one of the two.)
Ivan rested lazily on the open back of a truck him and his merry band had rented the night before. He could catch the faint rumble of voices from the truck’s interior, lapsing in and out of comfortable silence. The years spent training tied them close, made them a team. It had reached the point where he rarely noticed their physical appearance and instead felt them as people. Every small cue and expression felt like sinking into an old leather chair, soothing and familiar. This was aided by the parasitic and competitive nature of the company they’d stemmed from, making heaps of cash but viewing their special employees as metaphorical milking cows. He was no different, but the free meals, housing, and extra expenses kept his mouth shut.
The frigid Alaskan waters lapped innocently on the other side of the freeway, the truck idling on a turnaround that continued on to become a quaint hiking trail. His breath fogged the air and ghosted across his vision as he surveyed the lush pines and fireweed that framed the trailhead. Flooded with peace, the dry and frozen air only added to the ambience as he tucked his hat further over his ears. They were kept to some semblance of a dress code (professional yet approachable) but factors like weather provided a convenient loophole. Aside from the woolen hat, he donned a well crafted parka coat with a fur lined hood with a dressy buttoned shirt beneath. Watching the waves, the ebbing patterns and contrasting light play made him feel vaguely ill as he subconsciously tapped into whether there was a message behind it all. It was easy enough for the human brain to tell itself stories about everything, even more so when the cracks in the sidewalk could have a meaning from his ability. He felt he lost hours at a time on off days, submerged in watching the way objects layered and textured, creating planes of geometry and symbolization. He was quick to build anxiety if he couldn’t sync with reality, but not in calm moments like these.
The previous day, they’d made a successful yet somehow disappointing recruit. A young girl working as a receptionist for a veterinary clinic proved to have superior memory, overall good but not exciting. The higher ups will love her, someone to manage a company and keep ends tied up. He felt like he’d just unknowingly sentenced her to a life of laboring in an office, one without the added bonus of working with animals. They had the option, when they found someone, to either send them back to the nearest headquarters for practical career training, or immediately begin learning by being adopted into the recruitment team. The later had yet to happen.
Sliding off the bed of the truck and hitching the back into place, he veered for the passenger side, giving a quick knock on the window before opening the door. Ivan was blasted by soggy warmth and the lint-y scent of old gloves as he leaned inside, waiting for (Third) to slide out of the seat so he could flip it forward and claim the back row.
“You get anything out there?” (Ringleader) asked in indication to Ivan’s waking acid trips, resting his chin on a relaxed hand as he peered backwards.
“No. Why?” he slighted, slipping off his hat, “you eager to ship off to the next place already? It’s not like we’re getting a board slapped with gold stars for working twice as much as we need. Or a raise for that matter.” He laughed, knowing they’d complained enough to be over the whole thing. Objecting was more like a motion they went through because it felt right, not that he was bitter at this point.
“I guess I am eager, but you can’t blame me after our last run-in. Who gets to say they get to document superpowers on the daily? I’m just itching to find something cool- something groundbreaking, y’know?” (Ringleader)’s voice grew charismatically while his posture remained relaxed, highlighting why his charming personality was selected to be the front man. “There’s no point in leaving until we have a lead, but keep an eye out. Not that you’re not already.” He offered, jutting the car into reverse.
“Mhhmm” Ivan agreed dismissively, watching (Third) roughly comb her hair with her fingers, her sharp features silhouetted by the pale dusk outside.
“Either way,” (Third) commented with sigh, “tonight we need to hit up a grocery, or better still something premade. For the time being we need some food and some sleep, and we can decide what we want to do tomorrow.” (Ringleader) gave a quiet finger snap and a point in her direction to indicate his agreement, and pulled into the lane winding back into town.
After a blur of fast food (Ivan had a fuzzy period where he couldn’t remember what he ordered), he burritoed into bed, the sting of cold water from the sink fading on his face. (Ringleader) had taken the couch, ever the one to sacrifice for the team, and (Third) slept comfortably on the adjacent bed. It wasn’t, however, her faint snores that kept him awake. Rather, it was the nauseous sensation that was building behind his eyes. It felt as if he’d taken six shots of tequila on an empty stomach and finished it off with a truck to the face. Anticipating the imminent visionary dream, he curled on his side and focused on breathing until sleep crept over him.
▶CONCLUSION:
From here, Ivan will have a vision of the first character to be discovered. I'll assign each character a number and use a random number generator to make sure everything's fair. I'll message you if your character is the next in line and you can get an intro posted at your leisure. Message me any questions you might have, I'd be happy to answer them.
@Cruor Flumine @xxlifexx @Sir Mayday @Ironrot @Demon
The world is changing.
[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]⦅ Long gone are the days of the average joe climbing to the top of a company, not while the young and the bright have started to bring forward supernatural gifts. Whether it be a flashy power like fire breathing or an intellectual skill, companies have been founded to sort the talented into a successful career where they can tower above the rest. Because the edge on the competition bears inevitable fruit, groups of equally talented people are trained and hired to hunt down and recruit others into the ranks. Tempted with a fat paycheck and an opportunity to travel, said groups are given a quota and the necessary tools to gather recruits. They are trained for a year or two before being sent into the field with a small group of peers. To avoid making a scene, employees are encouraged to blend into the scene of a potential recruit by getting a job at the same place, moving in next door, attending the same school, or flat out stalking if the need presents itself. By doing so, they can also gain an edge or selling point to get somebody on board. From there, they can either send the recruit back to the company to fill a suitable job, or hit the ground running by joining the pack (which is the case for any of your characters). [/SIZE]
The initial group of three are detailed below, and any additional characters will be discovered by this group. This means it may take some time for your character to be discovered, but it gives a chance for each character to get the spotlight/development before I change the plot to a different objective.
Once you’ve been accepted, I’ll message you when I need your character’s intro. From there, I’ll use my character’s abilities to lead the rest to them. We’ll have a chance to have some fun while our characters assume roles and try to blend in until the sales pitch is made. This setup allows for an open world, so I definitely encourage you to have fun with the setting. Because your character intro reflects how the next ark will go, each member of the RP will have a chance to somewhat lead the plot. OOC would definitely be a useful tool in that if people feel inclined to discuss the plot.
[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Overall, this RP is designed to give the vibe of an urban fantasy, infusing detective work/realistic grit with the fantasy of powers and relaxed fun.[/SIZE] [SIZE=13.333333333333332px]⦆[/SIZE]
▶CHARACTERS: THE INITIAL THREE.
The Ringleader- TAKEN BY @Houndstooth
[SIZE=14.6667px]This character is a charismatic, outgoing man that has a passion for aiding the interests of others. Ultimately calls the shots within the group. Before his abilities emerged and he was offered a fat paycheck as a recruiter, he worked as a counselor at a small clinic. The need to understand and resolve people’s emotional issues is still with him to this day. Because he seems to hold everyone’s best interests in mind, those who’ve known him long have learned to be weary that the fault never lies on him. He can get away with murder because he presents it as being done for someone else. Regardless, his intentions are usually good, and he’s well loved by those around him. He was gifted with a pair of wings, increased strength, and an infectious personality. Thinks of the Firestarter as a sister and babies her from time to time, occasionally struck by something resembling a romantic feeling. Has been known to get into arguments with the Seer because of their contrasting personalities. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px](Note: if people don't feel comfortable playing this character because it's somewhat of a lead role, I can always double up and play him as well.)[/SIZE]
The Third- TAKEN BY @Ironrot
[SIZE=14.6667px]A sharp and intelligent girl that acts as the muscle if the situation turns violent. She was fresh out of high school when she was recruited and is the currently the youngest of the group. She tends to be blunt with her friends, which has got her far as long as they maintain thick skin. She only means it well, even if the truth hurts. Despite her being the main fighter of the group, she’s proficient with words, and was planning on an english major before
The Seer- TAKEN BY JAVA
His character sheet, along with intro, is posted towards the end of this post. Reading it could give some context to the RP if you're interested.
▶ CHARACTERS: TO BE DISCOVERED.
These are just some ideas, if you have your own, feel free to message me or write a post explaining your idea.
- [SIZE=14.6667px]Beast-Tamer- A character that can control animals to fight for them. Could start with a large attack dog and build a small army of critters. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Technician- A character whose ability allows them to manipulate electronics. Would probably enjoy snooping in other people’s business.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Kleptomaniac- A character who excels in sleight of hand and can turn temporarily invisible. Potentially a criminal or troublemaker.[/SIZE]
- [SIZE=14.6667px]Telekinetic- A character who can move things with their mind. [/SIZE]
▶ MY CHARACTER/INTRO:
Name:[SIZE=14.6667px] Ivan Read[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Age:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] 23[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Gender:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] Male[/SIZE]
Ability:
[SIZE=14.6667px]Seer- He can interpret signs, dreams, and visions to lead him to a desired outcome. In most cases, the outcome is discovering the location of a potential recruit. Ivan has to focus on an outcome that is specific enough to make the signs readable. If the focus is vague, so are the clues. If he was to meditate on how to score a load of cash for example, it would be doable but challenging due to the numerous paths/actions that would lead him there. He might see himself robbing a bank or landing a successful job, but the onslaught of images would be difficult to sort through. However, if he had an image or belonging from a lead on a new recruit, it would be a straightforward premonition. Being secluded from necessary sensory distractions aid the process.[/SIZE]
History:
[SIZE=14.6667px]The younger of two brothers, he grew up in a rural area a few miles from the west coast. While his older brother Gareth succeeded in physical, practical tasks like hunting and fishing, Ivan was more of a creative mind. From a young age, he adored art and the whimsical side of things (the later of which he outgrew in his teens). This was all good and well until his later years of middle and high school, where he struggled with a sense of uselessness at the hands of disinterest/inefficiency at practical skills like math. Despite the blow to his confidence, he found a ring of friends in the other art minded students, reaching strides in his happiness through their support. Like most good things, this reached an end as drama within the friend group brewed, with love triangles and hormones wreaking the once perfect balance. Ivan found himself as a pawn in the group’s attempts to gain some revenge on their ex-friends, and by the end of his last year in high school, he felt like he was living out a cheap soap opera. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Feeling victimized and betrayed by the experience, he disappointed his parents by using his college fund and scholarships to move a few states over and attend an expensive art school. The blazing party scene was the perfect match with his negative view on his fellow human race, where he enjoyed drinking himself sick and making fleeting connections with strangers and never seeing them again. Regardless, things were going okay again, and Ivan sculpted, painted, and sketched his way to solid grades and light recognition from his professors. A tad off the rails, he was completely shoved off the tracks when he began having frighteningly strong dreams and premonitions. With an overwhelming amount of deja vu occurring and visions popping from ripples in fountains, he was afraid he’d fried his brain on drugs and sought a doctor. He’d heard of people developing abilities, but it had always been something fantastical like sprouting wings or breathing fire, so it never occurred to him that his problems stemmed from the same seed. Frustrated at the seemingly lame serving of luck, but relieved to have answer, he dropped the art school and joined a group of recruits. Within the year, he had been assigned to his own recruitment group and was sent on missions due to quick progress and a knack for finding potential candidates. He’s been with the current starting group for 2 years. Ivan stays in contact with his parents and keeps the illusion that he’s away at college, lying about assignments and finals. The same goes for his older brother, although Gareth makes less of an attempt to stay in touch. [/SIZE]
Personality:
[SIZE=14.6667px]Ivan exhibits the traits of an introvert, as time alone makes him feel recharged, and he takes time to adjust to new people. Because of his past luck with friends, he hold a negative outlook on his peer’s intentions and avoids group politics if at all possible. He uses the buffer of being weird or faded as an excuse to avoid effort in making connections. Although it isn’t necessarily a conscious act, he uses it to keep himself from being embarrassed or hurt about how he actually feels or thinks. For longer standing friends, it’s equally a matter of Ivan letting down his guard and them seeing straight through his shifty barriers. Thus, he keeps a fairly normal relationship with those in the starting group. Similarly, it’s worse for new people because Ivan doesn’t know how to present himself. He often suffers from a sense of disassociation, giving him a sense of watching everything through a TV, or that he forgets he actually exists as a physical person. For this reason, he feels like he’s a different person depending on the hour or mood, although this rarely shows from the outside.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Ivan tends to be more vague about his premonitions than he needs to be because he feel vulnerable about the nature of his power, that he doesn’t have any fighting capabilities. He can take the vagueness of his ability for granted in a power play of not explaining if his want for something is part of the premonition or just something he simply wants. If he wanted thai food, the rest of the group would have to weigh whether giving him what he wants would lead to a new recruit or just satisfy his craving for noodles. His traits aren’t entirely negative however, because he does love his fellow group members and cares for them despite the headache he can cause. He can also up the professionalism if it’s truly called for, tying down to be quiet and polite (as possible) on first meeting with a new recruit. After all, there was a reason he was given the job. Romantically, he isn’t concerned with dating as long as he’s sober, but he’s been known to fool around with anyone with a heartbeat after a few drinks. Despite this, if he were to date a group member, his preference would lean towards men. He rarely makes a point of telling people this because he doesn’t view it as a big deal. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]His possessions are fairly minimal, with an armful of clothes and a collection of crystals and runes making up the majority of what he owns. He loves the smell of peppermint, the stronger the better, and been known to keep peppermint oil on hand. Ivan favors jazz and ambient music to abrasive rock and has always been a morning person, often awake first and catching a few moments to himself before the day begins. [/SIZE]
Intro:
(Note: I wrote as the other two initial characters to give an example. I won't normally do this, so don't worry if you're playing one of the two.)
Ivan rested lazily on the open back of a truck him and his merry band had rented the night before. He could catch the faint rumble of voices from the truck’s interior, lapsing in and out of comfortable silence. The years spent training tied them close, made them a team. It had reached the point where he rarely noticed their physical appearance and instead felt them as people. Every small cue and expression felt like sinking into an old leather chair, soothing and familiar. This was aided by the parasitic and competitive nature of the company they’d stemmed from, making heaps of cash but viewing their special employees as metaphorical milking cows. He was no different, but the free meals, housing, and extra expenses kept his mouth shut.
The frigid Alaskan waters lapped innocently on the other side of the freeway, the truck idling on a turnaround that continued on to become a quaint hiking trail. His breath fogged the air and ghosted across his vision as he surveyed the lush pines and fireweed that framed the trailhead. Flooded with peace, the dry and frozen air only added to the ambience as he tucked his hat further over his ears. They were kept to some semblance of a dress code (professional yet approachable) but factors like weather provided a convenient loophole. Aside from the woolen hat, he donned a well crafted parka coat with a fur lined hood with a dressy buttoned shirt beneath. Watching the waves, the ebbing patterns and contrasting light play made him feel vaguely ill as he subconsciously tapped into whether there was a message behind it all. It was easy enough for the human brain to tell itself stories about everything, even more so when the cracks in the sidewalk could have a meaning from his ability. He felt he lost hours at a time on off days, submerged in watching the way objects layered and textured, creating planes of geometry and symbolization. He was quick to build anxiety if he couldn’t sync with reality, but not in calm moments like these.
The previous day, they’d made a successful yet somehow disappointing recruit. A young girl working as a receptionist for a veterinary clinic proved to have superior memory, overall good but not exciting. The higher ups will love her, someone to manage a company and keep ends tied up. He felt like he’d just unknowingly sentenced her to a life of laboring in an office, one without the added bonus of working with animals. They had the option, when they found someone, to either send them back to the nearest headquarters for practical career training, or immediately begin learning by being adopted into the recruitment team. The later had yet to happen.
Sliding off the bed of the truck and hitching the back into place, he veered for the passenger side, giving a quick knock on the window before opening the door. Ivan was blasted by soggy warmth and the lint-y scent of old gloves as he leaned inside, waiting for (Third) to slide out of the seat so he could flip it forward and claim the back row.
“You get anything out there?” (Ringleader) asked in indication to Ivan’s waking acid trips, resting his chin on a relaxed hand as he peered backwards.
“No. Why?” he slighted, slipping off his hat, “you eager to ship off to the next place already? It’s not like we’re getting a board slapped with gold stars for working twice as much as we need. Or a raise for that matter.” He laughed, knowing they’d complained enough to be over the whole thing. Objecting was more like a motion they went through because it felt right, not that he was bitter at this point.
“I guess I am eager, but you can’t blame me after our last run-in. Who gets to say they get to document superpowers on the daily? I’m just itching to find something cool- something groundbreaking, y’know?” (Ringleader)’s voice grew charismatically while his posture remained relaxed, highlighting why his charming personality was selected to be the front man. “There’s no point in leaving until we have a lead, but keep an eye out. Not that you’re not already.” He offered, jutting the car into reverse.
“Mhhmm” Ivan agreed dismissively, watching (Third) roughly comb her hair with her fingers, her sharp features silhouetted by the pale dusk outside.
“Either way,” (Third) commented with sigh, “tonight we need to hit up a grocery, or better still something premade. For the time being we need some food and some sleep, and we can decide what we want to do tomorrow.” (Ringleader) gave a quiet finger snap and a point in her direction to indicate his agreement, and pulled into the lane winding back into town.
After a blur of fast food (Ivan had a fuzzy period where he couldn’t remember what he ordered), he burritoed into bed, the sting of cold water from the sink fading on his face. (Ringleader) had taken the couch, ever the one to sacrifice for the team, and (Third) slept comfortably on the adjacent bed. It wasn’t, however, her faint snores that kept him awake. Rather, it was the nauseous sensation that was building behind his eyes. It felt as if he’d taken six shots of tequila on an empty stomach and finished it off with a truck to the face. Anticipating the imminent visionary dream, he curled on his side and focused on breathing until sleep crept over him.
▶CONCLUSION:
From here, Ivan will have a vision of the first character to be discovered. I'll assign each character a number and use a random number generator to make sure everything's fair. I'll message you if your character is the next in line and you can get an intro posted at your leisure. Message me any questions you might have, I'd be happy to answer them.
@Cruor Flumine @xxlifexx @Sir Mayday @Ironrot @Demon
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