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Plot:
The Awakened are humans with special powers to combat the entity threatening humanity. Their powers have surfaced through a traumatizing or life-threatening event. When this phenomenon occurs, the people of the Compound quickly come and gather these people and remove them from the records. That is, to the world outside, they never existed, even their family and friends forget.

The Awakened get relocated to the place known as the Compound. The Compound is situated on private land that extends far past anyone's knowledge. People from the outside unconsciously stay away from the place and in that way, the residences' information are unknown.

In the Compound much goes around, training, educating, chores, recreation, much like a regular school, except, everything is much more...extreme. Every few days the Director calls a team in to his office to supply them with a mission to carry out. These missions are to go and destroy the threatening beings: missions that demand success, the only other option is death.

Pairs are created as teams, it normally consists of one female and one male, though exceptions can occur. Pairs are self picked, or, that's the way they were meant to be. In reality, it is a battle of power. Usually the male would pick out a female that he deemed worthy or showed an interest in, then he would Challenge them. The Challenge is an extremely boisterous event in which practically everyone attends. It is the beginnings of a new team or the failure of one. The two duel, the only rule is that killing is not allowed. If the challenged loses, then the team is set, but, if the challenger loses, then he would be degraded drastically.

These people fight for the survival of mankind who can't even comprehend the danger that it is in. Besides the Director and a select few, no one knows who or what the entity is. The Awakened are forced to fight, even alone in this war for humanity. Some accept it, others are reluctant and fight attempt to escape. But, in all honesty, they don't have anywhere to escape to, all they can do is face their destinies.

"Are you sure you want out, here?" A potbellied male rumbled out through the loud engine of the truck.

The young girl known as Aria paused for a second, looking to her side, seeming to confirm something, and nodded slightly. "Yes!" She chirped finally.

The man raised an eyebrow, but pretended that he didn't see that exchange between her and nothingness. "There's nothing out there though, are you sure?" he drawled.

"It's fine, he knows where we’re going," she smiled, while nodding her head at the empty space. The girl grabbed her carry-on from her feet space and scooted towards the door.

The man's brow creased in confusion. What the hell was this girl talking about? She had been like this all the way there. Yesterday, he had picked her up from a remote area. The little girl was completely lost, the only thing she knew was where she was supposed to end up. Obviously she got off at the wrong stop and had gotten loss, coincidentally, he was going the same way and decided to give her a lift. Perhaps he could even hook up with her along the way, she was young, but still quite cute. He had been horribly mistaken, all the way, the girl seemed to be either looking dazed or muttering something into the empty space besides her. Was she crazy? Maybe this was her way of protecting herself from people such as him by faking insanity? This was so not cool, he was looking forward to getting laid by a young, energetic person, crazy or not, he wasn't going to just let her go.

"Wait!" He shouted, pulling her back, slamming the door that she had barely opened shut again. His hungry body covered her in an attempt to stop any struggling that she might do.

The girl surprised him in that she didn't fight it off at all. Her eyes were wide open, but not in fear, but in surprise. "Yes?" She asked innocently, unknowing of what he was thinking of doing to her.

"You really don't know?" His lips curved up in a disgusting smile, hands coming up to grope her front. His other hand was sliding down.

"Know what?" The girl still looked confused, not at all scared.

The man released his grasp, sighing disappointedly. He could never get it up without the fear and tremors of their eyes and bodies. The remote area that this girl had needed to go to was just perfect for his needs. But, low and behold, this girl was truly crazy, just his luck. "Nothing, just get out," he stated roughly.

"Um, alright," The oblivious girl stated with a small frown of confusion. She slid out the door and grabbed her duffel bag from the back of the pick-up truck. "Well, thank you mister!" She waved brightly.

The man grunted an answer and turned to put the car in reverse.

"Oh! Another thing!" The girl stated, making the driver turn back in expectancy.

"Hm?" He grunted again, clearly annoyed.

"You should take care of those three girls besides you," she stated as a matter of factly.

"What?" The man's eyes opened wide in shock. He had had his way with three other girls before this one and had shut their mouths permanently so that they couldn't report him. He looked around frantically, seeing nothing, he sighed a relief. Must have just been coincidence, her craziness acting up. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, really, they don't look too happy with you. They might try something you don't like," she warned with a concerned face.

"Yeah, whatever, see ya," he rolled his eyes and continued backing his car out. From his rear view mirror, she could see the girl standing there, shrugging in an "oh well" manner. "Crazy bitch," he muttered under his breath, disappointed from a missed opportunity. A few days later, a truck was found driven off the side of the road. The driver had died from, what the police noted, as reckless driving. The only thing that didn't make sense was the three individual hand print bruises around his neck, leg, and wrist.

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Enyo sat in the spacious classroom, twirling her mechanical pencil around her fingers. The teacher had been going on about the same subject of how to control powers and how a lot of it was based on emotions and skill for the past three class periods. Enough was enough, honestly! Enyo had been in the Order, or that's what she called it, for three years now. Why did the Director move her back to this level? She sighed allowed and rolled her eyes as the teacher repeated, for the hundredth time that "control was everything." Yeah, she knew, that, she had a wonderful experience when she went out of control way back when she first discovered her powers. She shivered, so many pieces of…..and so much blood. The girl’s hands began trembling, dropping the pencil in mid-spin. Enyo grasped it quickly back into her hands, and glanced around the room, making sure no one had seen her blunder. She shook her head slowly as to not arouse attention. She needed to calm down.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Enyo stated as she slapped down her pencil on the desk and pushed out of the chair. The teacher nodded and stepped out of the way. He knew that she had already taken this class and was also puzzled by the Director's decision, but he also knew that it was not good to doubt the Director's orders. That was her back then without control, and this was her now, with control. Right? That had to be the case, she had control, she needed. control.

To say that Aaron was bored would have been a gross understatement. Control over his power? He had that already. So why did he need to sit in this boring class with a monotonous teacher? So, he continued to absently take notes while letting his mind wander. The truth was, he was glad to be there at the Compound. It gave him a useful purpose to use with his power. There were so many ways he could potentially abuse it, and he knew it. The ability to rewind time? He could do horrible, horrible things, and never be penalized for them. To him, life was like one big video game. And his power was a constant save point.

I don't want to misuse this power, not like that. I want to use it to help people. I don't know why I was given this ability, but I plan to be responsible with it. Guess if I want to master it completely, I should pay attention, but this guy is just SO boring... he could at least try to act excited about the material he's teaching.

Aaron let a quick yawn escape. He was doing his dead level best to stay attentive, yet he still found himself dozing off. Times like these made him wish he could fast forward time as well, and skip the boring parts of life. At least he could choose to not go back and sit through a class all over again...



The sound of a chair scooting on the tile floor caught Aaron's attention, and snapped him awake. His eyes focused on the ginger-haired young girl standing near the middle of the classroom.

::"I'm going to the bathroom"::

Aaron regarded her with a lazy curiosity. He had heard she was forcibly placed in this class by the Director. She had apparently been in a more advanced class before this one. That gave Aaron something to ponder for a moment.

I wonder why... did she fail badly at something? Or maybe she just has no talent. I wonder... maybe I'll get to know her later.

The pleasant diversion was only temporary, however, and soon Aaron was back to wishing he could push the clock forward a half-hour and be done with this torture session...

Ben Roland sat in the same class as the other two. Generally, someone of his age wouldn't be in this class, but Ben was a special case. He had more trouble with control than most anyone at the Compound. It wasn't his powers that needed to be controlled, really, but rather a side-effect of his powers. An entity Ben called "The Animal" would sometimes take over when Ben activated his powers.

Although he can control The Animal much better than he used to, he still he had a long way to go. This subject was something Ben was interested in learning, but the instructor made it hard for him to pay attention to this subject; he was such a monotonous man who probably never laughed in his life. Not because he was angry, but simply because of his overall lack of emotion.

Ben sat in his seat, watching the instructor while leaning on a hand. The man teaching his class continued his lesson as Ben watched him boredly, every once in a while, taking notes on something being said by the man.

The words of the increasingly boring lecture soared over Sei's head like so many butterflies fluttering towards a particularly fragrant flower. He took quick glances at the others in the classroom, many of whom where determinedly focusing on a spot in the middle of the chalkboard, trying not to pay too much attention to the droning of the professor, lest they nod off into embarrassing sleep.

He saw Aaron glancing at the clock, most likely wishing for a reprieve. Enyo had left in the middle of the lecture, a well-needed distraction from the monotonous proceedings. Her departure peaked Sei's interest for a moment, mostly because she seemed just a tad frazzled. The slight distraction, however, was not enough to cull the boredom. The creak of Ben's desk as he reclined his head in his hand broke the silence for a moment, but the professor rambled on as if the room remained silent.

Sei was placed in this class simply as an observer, seeing as he had mastered the basic usage of his power before even arriving at Compound. He was even trying something new - cutting dimensional rifts remotely. The boring class, with a little less than 30 minutes remaining, spurred him into trying a test run. He quietly removed his crystal dagger from its sheathe and cut a small hole just beneath the surface of his desk. Sticking the tip of the blade inside, he concentrated on the air just above Aaron's shoulder. A moment later, another small hole was cut in that very spot. Proud of his work, Sei took out a piece of scrap paper from his desk and scribbled a short note on it, reading, "Boring, isn't it?" He slid the piece of paper into the hole under his desk, and moments later it appeared from the rift above Aaron and landed quietly on his shoulder.

Aaron was simply sitting there, drifting in out of attentiveness, in that dreary state of half-sleep that he so despised. It was a frustratingly boring class. The material was, for the most part, intuitive, and inapplicable to most without knowing each person's ability individually. As he sat there in his state of blithe disdain for the situation, he noticed something.

On his shoulder, out of the blue, appeared a sheet of paper with the phrase "Boring, isn't it" written on it. Aaron cocked an eyebrow and shot a wry glance around the room until he made eye contact with a student in the back of the room holding what looked like a crystal dagger.

That's an interesting ability... I wonder what he'll think of mine.

Aaron sat in his seat for five minutes, doing nothing. He figured the student in the back of the class would wonder why he wasn't responding, but that didn't matter. Because in a moment, he'd turn back time, and surprise his fellow student. When the teacher finally wrote a phrase on the board, "Control cannot be accomplished if you cannot control emotion", Aaron rewinded time, back to the moment after he made contact with the boy in the back. He then picked up the sheet of paper, and began silently scribbling.

"Boring doesn't even begin to describe what is happening to us right now. Neat trick, though. Here's one of mine. In five minutes, he'll write "Control cannot be accomplished if you cannot control emotion" in the center of the board. I'm Aaron. You?"

Aaron then passed the note back through whatever kind of portal was opened over his shoulder, and dropped it on the guy's desk, waiting for his response. This was certainly more interesting than the previous state of affairs.

Sei was bemused by the note that now lay in front of him on his desk. Surely this Aaron fellow would not be able to predict the next action their ineffective professor would take. Perhaps he could read the future? Suddenly interested, he turned his attention to the clock, practically counting each second until five minutes was up. Everything the professor had said until that moment was a jumble of nonsense, but the utterance "Control cannot be accomplished if you cannot control emotion" rang clear as a steeple bell as the professor scribbled it on the board, almost exactly at the five minute mark.

Control was something that Sei lost for a brief moment, causing him to snicker a little too loudly for the likes of the quiet classroom. He managed a quick, knowing glance accompanied by a friendly grin towards Aaron before turning to the window just beside him. The sun was shining quite brightly outside, its yellow rays forming spears of golden light that illuminated the otherwise gloomy classroom. It really was a shame that he had to be cooped up in dusty classrooms for the majority of the day, Sei thought to himself.

But, he knew that before long the day would end, and he might be able to sneak away again to visit his little brother, Daisuke...

Enyo walked briskly down the hall. Why, oh why did she leave her pack still in the classroom? The girl desperately wanted to just go back to her dorm and sit there, calming down her nerves. Even so, she was a truthful character and did, indeed, make her way to the woman’s restroom. The girl stared at herself in the mirror. Her face had paled considerably and she was freely trembling now that there was no one around to see her distress. Maybe this was the reason why the Director forced her back into that class. She really didn’t have control. Enyo turned on the faucet and splashed some water onto her face to clean off the cold sweat that was starting to form. She took a deep breath, in and out. I’m ok, it’s going to be fine. The girl repeated in her mind like a mantra. They’re not here. They can’t be. They’re dead. I killed them myself. She continued, looking down at her hands now that were covered in the blood of the past.

“Yes, it’s different here,” she said aloud just so she could hear the reality of her voice. “Everyone is different here, it’ll be ok,” She took another breath and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. The girl stood up straighter and taller in a false sense of pride and confidence. A stray wisp of hair fell across her face and she quickly brushed it aside before turning and leaving the same way that she entered.

The professor hardly gave her a glance when she slid back into her class and walked boldly to her seat. Her face showed no signs of distress that she had before. Instead, it was set in a bland determination to get through the rest of the class. There was only 15 minutes left now and those 15 minutes would surely cut away at her already fraying nerves.

Sei was drawn from his reverie as the classroom door opened yet again, causing several nodding heads to snap back to attention, if only for a brief second. The girl looked a little better now. Perhaps she was just in desperate need of a bathroom break when she left? As Sei turned back to his portal to the outside world, or at least the outside of the classroom, he glanced back at the note that was still sitting on his desk.

He picked up his pen and scribbled a response to Aaron's introduction on the back of the paper. "Hi, my name's Sei. Nice to make your acquaintance. Can you tell me if this class will get any more interesting?" After appending a hand-drawn smiley face, he popped the note back through the rift under his desk just before it sealed itself shut. As the minute hand on the clock slowly approached the 12, Sei turned his attention back to the window, watching a white butterfly fluttering about just beyond the pane.

Once again, Aaron found himself nodding off, and once again, out of nowhere, he felt something float gently onto his shoulder. The surprise snapped him awake once again, and forced his tired mind to focus once more on the world around him. Part of him was frustrated that he couldn't get himself out of this class, but given his power, his presence was very necessary. He knew he couldn't control it perfectly, especially in high-stress situations when it really mattered.

Aaron took the paper and began writing on it.

"You want to know if this class gets any better? I don't. Besides, knowing the future isn't my ability, just a side effect of using it. I try to keep the specifics a secret, it makes things more entertaining. So far, only the director managed to notice I had an ability without me showing off or anything."

Aaron folded the note back up, and passed it back through the portal. This guy had a pretty useful ability too. He could pass items through portals. Depending on the limitations, that could be used to assassinate people pretty easily. One pistol shot through a portal, and the target would be dead, and nobody would even be able to tell who fired the shot. Even the direction would tell them nothing. Or he could use it to pass notes during a particularly boring class, which was also useful, but for different reasons.

His eyes wandered back to the girl who had left. She seemed less bored now for some reason. It amused Aaron to some degree.

I guess she found a new resolve to finish this stupid class in the bathroom. Bathrooms are always good for resolve-building sessions. It's like nature's mental reinforcer, only you just happen to be able to relieve yourself at the same time. Oh man, what am I thinking? Am I really this bored?

Still, despite the awkward train of thought, Aaron couldn't quite break his stare at the girl. There was a chance that Sei might notice, but Aaron really didn't care. It wasn't like he was interested in her that way. She just seemed... mysterious for some reason. He really wanted to get to know her at some point.

Jake sat at the back of the class with his head on the desk and his hoddy down. He could care less of what the teacher was saying, powers this and that. He didn’t care for this type of life, using his powers was not an option. They were more of a curse than a gift. He took a deep breath and looked up to see a few of the kids talking together. One girl went to the bathroom, but he could care less. He wanted to get out, but the others wanted to stay. He banged his hand on the table and sat up raising his hand. “What is the point of this?” he asked with a tired sound.

As the monotone drone of the instructor continued, Ben glanced around the room to see a piece of paper drop onto the shoulder of Aaron. He watched him reply to the note and place it back in the portal. Soon, it was gone and Ben looked around to see where it had went and saw Sei writing on a piece of paper.

Ben turned to where Jake was with a start. He hadn't expected any excitement to occur in this class. Jake was not a student Ben took a fancy to, but they weren't enemies so he sat back, waiting to see how the situation would enfold.

Sei laughed out loud (and quite loudly) when Jake called the meaning of the current activities to question. "Yes, might I add something," Sei remarked, standing up and making eye contact with Jake before continuing. "How many of you have actually learned something from the past 45 minutes?"

He knew that his remark would probably get him in trouble with the professor, but he was slightly beyond caring at this point. A tickle in the middle of his body told him that someone had slipped something into his dimension, but the object could not find a way out.

"Excuse me for a moment," he added to the professor, who was looking more annoyed by the second. Sei pulled out his dagger and cut a portal in the air next to his ear. Almost as if he were trying to dislodge a particularly large piece of earwax, he wiggled his pinky finger around in the rift until he retrieved Aaron's message, pulling it out slowly and making a face as he did so.

"Ah yes," Sei breathed, holding up the paper and examining it as if it were a complicated scientific report. "The calculations in my brain have produced this succinct report for us all - this class sucks!"

He took a dramatic bow and sat back down in his desk, knowing that he would probably have to stay after class. It was alright, though - at least he made a few people laugh.

OOC: Hey guys, two things. One: I feel like an idiot for not realizing the difference between Aria and Enyo until right now. Unsurprisingly, the first post makes much more sense with that little bit of information.

Secondly, I've gotten permission to NPC as the teacher for a few posts, until our fearless leader is less stressed. So, without further adieu, let's get a move on!

IC:

::DR. ZUZU::

Dr. Zuzu had been lecturing for a full 45 minutes to the group of freaks in the room, something he didn't particularly appreciate to begin with. He could just feel their beady eyes focused on the back of his head as he wrote on the board. Sure, as a scientist responsible for studying and training these children, it was his duty to see that they understood their powers. Still, very little was known, and even he had to admit to having very little knowledge as to how these abilities could be truly controlled.

Bah. What was the Director thinking, assigning me to this class? Did he really think I of all people would know how to help them control their powers? I hardly even understand them. I swear, at times, I just think he makes decisions at random...

Most of the day's lecture was simply him, throwing groundless hypotheses around the room, hoping that one or two would hit home and give one of the students a bit of insight into their own powers.

However, he still had fifteen minutes to go, when the students started getting rowdy. He had no false impressions of himself; he knew he was boring to listen to. But that didn't curb his frustration and anger at being interrupted in mid-sentence. He turned to face the two boys who had acted up. The fact was, he wasn't really sure how exactly he could punish them, but he'd try his best.

"Well, Mr. Nakahara, Mr. Winters, I suppose you don't need any help at all controlling your abilities. Why, the director must have been foolish putting you two in the same class as the rest of this rabble. In fact, given the amount of restraint it must have taken to act up in the middle of a lecture, well, I'm sure the director will become aware of his mistake and allow you two a free pass.

Now, Mr. Nakahara, if you would, please give me that sheet of paper, I would very much like to know who you were passing notes with."


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::Aaron::


Aaron just held his head in despair. First, the guy in the corner of the classroom had to make a fuss, with only fifteen minutes left of class, and then, Sei had to jump in. While he was certainly thankful for the relief and a bit of entertainment, he was now in a bit of a bind himself.

Well, that was amusing. I have to admire this guy for his guts. Sei wouldn't have had the stomach to jump in if he hadn't started things off. Still, now the teacher is going to see the note, because Sei just had to act like a moron... Sheesh...

As he sat there, despairing, Aaron knew he would have to face the music. He didn't mind so much, since it was doubtful he'd be kicked out for something like this, but he still didn't relish the thought of getting in trouble, least of all with the director. That man... was intimidating, but there was more to it than that. It was like he was capable of seeing right into Aaron's soul, something he didn't appreciate.

As the scene unfolded, Aaron could do nothing but watch as his part in this was uncovered...