Radiation

Radiation

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"War does not determine who is right - only who is left."

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Introduction


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A U G U S T X 1 8 , X 2 0 2 6

"Quickly! Get as many people as you can underground! We can't have much time left!"

"Sir, with all due respect, how can you be so sure of what will happen? No matter how accurate your sources may be, this entire evacuation is based on an event of the future that might not even happen -"

"Are you saying that you're willing to put these people's lives at sta-"

A hysterical voice pierced the air. "Holy shit! Holy - sir - they did it, they actually did it! Japan and Australia are in ruins - oh my god - I can't believe -"

"Hey, hey, calm down, are you sure -"

The shaking earth interrupted the tall man. The evacuating American citizens stumbled, grabbing the walls of the underground retreat for support. This was no earthquake; it was the ceiling that was shaking, not the ground. They had finally done it. Kim Jong-un nuked the entire world.

In all honesty, the tall man who was the leader of the evacuation taking place in Northern California couldn't be sure if it was Kim Jong-un who fired the missiles. He never knew if it was the Kim family of North Korea; all he knew was that the people firing the missiles were currently based in the secluded country. He couldn't pinpoint exactly who was attacking the rest of the world, but they had been a looming threat for the past few weeks.

"There are so many people aboveground right now - we need to retrieve anyone who's alive as soon as possible! Medics, on standby!"

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"What's the current condition?"

"... Well, there's us. We've managed to retrieve the most people out of the ten cities participating in these clinical trials. Which is... eleven."

"Damn."

"It's unfortunate that our poor performance has been the most successful. Oslo has retrieved nine people, though. Tokyo, eight. Stockholm, eight as well. Amsterdam, seven. Brussels, six. Ottawa, six also, along with Washington D.C. Lastly, Canberra and Jerusalem managed to retrieve five and three people respectively. It's been a difficult process; out of the few people our teams have found who were still alive, only a fraction were eligible for the clinical trials. However, despite only being able to test on sixty-nine people worldwide, our results have been very promising, given the amount of radiation they were exposed to."

"Radiation? And how would the results be promising?"

"... Frau Schmitz, it's like those science fiction stories. They have powers, for the lack of better term. All sixty-nine of them. For instance, Ji-kyung Kühn, German father, South Korean mother. She's the youngest in our care, at thirteen. It's a miracle she even survived, as she received the brute of the blast compared to the other patients, but she can use her shadow as a weapon!"

"Pardon me?"

"The specifics of Kühn's case don't matter at the moment, Frau Schmitz. My point is, these survivors haven't just survived the bombing; no, they're adapting, and they're thriving. I'm not sure if they're still considered human, but the next step is to see if their offspring can inherit these newfound traits of theirs. If that's the case, then there will be a new generation of stronger, better humans."

N O V E M B E R X 2 6 , X 2 1 1 3

In present day Earth, the world is still recovering. It looks almost exactly as it did on August 17th, 2026, but to the general public, humanity hasn't made many advancements since then.

The descendants of the Sixty-Nine - that's what they're called by those who knew of the clinical trials (it was considered an unfortunate number before, but to those doctors, the number sixty-nine is something to be proud of) - are still alive today. Not all of the bloodlines survived, but there are still about 3000, give or take, of these superpowered humans in the world. Some of them live in secret; some of them were tracked down by some the descendants of some of the original doctors in the clinical trials for the Sixty-Nine, and were taken in so they could hone their powers in a safe environment. However, not all of the scientists are happy with these enhanced humans. The Schmitz family, descendants of Winifred Schmitz, are notorious for being completely against anyone related to the Sixty-Nine.

November 26th was a cursed day for the Schmitzes. It was the day Ji-kyung Kühn was born, the day she revolutionized the Sixty-Nine to make them stronger than ever, the day she died and left her legacy behind. So it was fitting for them to release their project on that day, they thought.

On November 26th, precisely at 11:26 AM CET (or 10:26 UTC), they released their beasts. Invisible to the ordinary naked eye, but completely visible to anyone with powers from the radiation the Sixty-Nine had been hit by on August 18th, 2026. The purpose of these beasts was to eliminate the bloodlines of the Sixty-Nine once and for all.

Some of the scientists' descendants have been expecting this from the Schmitzes and the families on their side. Namely, the Schreiber line, descendants of Siegfried Schreiber, the doctor who treated Ji-kyung Kühn in the first place. It's their mission to give the descendants of the Sixty-Nine a sanctuary, where they could practice using their powers so they could be prepared once the beasts came.

The Schreibers, along with the others on their side, sent out a universally understood distress signal among the descendants. What it meant: come to Berlin. The Schmitzes were no longer stationed in Berlin - they considered it a cursed city due to Ji-kyung - which made it relatively safe for the descendants, since the Schreibers had their protected headquarters in the German capital.

After the first six arrived at Berlin, the Schreibers took them deep underground while some representatives from the other families waited for the other descendants to take them to different cities around the globe. They named the six Team Schlüssel. Team Schlüssel was to be trained in the art of defense and battle; they were going to lead the battle against the Schmitzes, and revolutionize the descendants' place in the world, just like Ji-kyung Kühn did 87 years ago.

C H A R A C T E R S

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EMPATHY

KANESHIRO MIKIYA
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chrian blaire
#cdc5bf / #a1949e
shogo makishima
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FIRE MANIPULATION

JEANNE LAURENT
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sigma
#90046e / #0089dd
ange le carre
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PRECOGNITION

ITO AKIHIKO
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soleli
#FFC300 / #900C3F
hisomu yoshiharu
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SUPER SPEED

SVEN GUNDERSEN
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abbaddon
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nine
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INVISIBILITY

CHIBA SATOSHI
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starlightprincess
#EE1D24 / #F16522
kozume kenma
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SHADOW CONTROL

YEONG-JI KÜHN
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korruption
#b6473a / #9f9c60
nase mitsuki
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R U L E S

i. Application ; if you're interested in joining this RP, there will be a reservation thread in the OOC with an application code I need you to fill out, involving the basic stuff like general character concept, etc. This is so I can get a feel for what kind of character you'll planning to roleplay and to see if they need any adjustments for whatever reason. Please do not apply if you don't think you'll be able to commit; I understand that there are some real-life matters that you can't expect, but if you apply for a role, make sure that you can commit to the best of your ability. This roleplay isn't first come, first serve: you are allowed to compete for roles. You're allowed to apply for multiple roles, but if you get accepted, I'll only be accepting one of them. If your application for one of the roles doesn't get chosen, you can apply for another role if it hasn't been taken yet ^_^ applications will be close on January 10th, but I might extend the deadline if needed.

ii. Face Claims ; if you've paid attention to the pics I've used, you might've inferred that this is indeed an anime roleplay. Therefore, only anime face claims are accepted. Generally, there is no specific age range, but I would like the characters to fall between ages sixteen and thirty something, if you want a general range ^_^ the characters are not in any specific order except for the empath and shadow manipulator, who are the oldest and youngest respectively. I'd prefer even genders, but if you want to roleplay a non-binary character, believe me, I'm all for it. Just for reference, my character (shadow manipulator) will be female. Password: for the clinical trials, which city retrieved the least amount of people? Put the name of the city and the amount of people they retrieved in transparent text at the end of your application.

iii. Posting ; 400-500 word minimum please ^_^ I'm not too picky about word length, to be honest; I'll probably allow 300-word posts, but I just don't want people to post a two paragraph post after someone has written 1000 words or something. If you're going to apply, please make sure that you're able to write with correct grammar, etc.

iv. Interaction ; I'll be sending you guys a link to a Discord server and the official character sheet once you're accepted. If you don't have Discord and aren't willing to make an account, I suppose I can't force you to make one, but you'll be missing out on a lot of the discussion.

v. God-modding ; all characters have weaknesses. There will be information on the characters' powers in the OOC section; their abilities are calculated out of forty points, and each character has twenty-four points filled in - no more, no less. God-modding with not be tolerated. To prove that you've read through my essay of rules lmao, please tell me your favorite movie at the moment in transparent text somewhere on your application.

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Setting

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Character Portrait: Yeong-ji I. Kühn Character Portrait: Chiba Satoshi Character Portrait: Kaneshiro Mikiya Character Portrait: Ito Akihiko Character Portrait: Sven Gundersen Character Portrait: Jeanne Petite Laurent

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U N K N O W N X L O C A T I O N

"Arend? Are you all right?"

Arend Schmitz stared blankly at the wall in front of him, refusing to turn around to face the one who had spoken to him. His life was stolen from him since birth, as he was forced into upholding his ancestor's dream of annihilating the Sixty-Nine. His ancestors moved out of Berlin ninety years ago, and now the Schmitzes were secluded in their base, in a place they were not allowed to speak of, dedicated to destroying any descendant of someone who received powers from the radiation of the Nuking ninety-three years ago.

He turned to spare a glance at his assistant - what was his name? Arend couldn't recall. "It's 11:20 CET," he mumbled - his family and those who worked for them were forced to calculate time in CET, the time zone Germany was located in. They were truly obsessed. "I must go. Krista is waiting." Arend's younger sister was significantly more enthusiastic about Winifred Schmitz's legacy than he was.

He walked towards the Main Room numbly - the strawberry blonde was indeed waiting for him, a sadistically ecstatic expression on her face that made Arend's heart clench. "Three minutes," she reminded her brother gleefully.

He nodded.

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B E R L I N , X G E R M A N Y

"Hurry the fuck up, will you -"

"Cool your shit, Schreiber, I'm doing the best I can! This goddamned distress signal was never needed - believe it or not, you arrogant ass, no one's a professional at setting this fucking device up, so I'm your best shot right now! So if you want to save your little friends, you can just shut the fuck up!"


Ivo Schreiber grit his teeth and bit his tongue, refusing to look at the technician who was currently fiddling with the device that was supposedly going to send out the distress signal apparently anybody important understood. He knew that said technician - Caoilfhionn Höfler was her name - was the best by far in her area (read: hacking into classified government files while working with tech ahead of its time), but the current situation was still frustrating nonetheless.

Finally, sheer panic overtook Ivo. "They've released their invisible beasts seven minutes ago," he hissed at Caoilfhoinn, his voice portraying his frantic mentality. "Are you sure you can't go any faster?"

"No need," true to form, Caoilfhoinn was calm as ever as she finished rigging up the device. "It's done." She opened the keypad, rapidly typing in a code. A few seconds later, a very faint but very strange sounded emanated through the air as the area around the device seemed to bend, soon restoring to its original shape.

"It's a sound wave," Caoilfhoinn explained nonchalantly. "Tuned to a frequency only the descendants can hear properly - you can probably hear something really faint though. Unlike a normal sound wave though, this sound wave also bends the light as it travels through space; that's why the building looked like we were looking at it through a distorting mirror just moments before. For the descendants though, it'll be colored black, red, and yellow - kinda like wisps of light." She stood up, brushing invisible dust off her pants. "If they're any residents in Berlin, they'll be coming in in under an hour - unfortunately, for anyone else, it'll take up to a few days. Not ideal, but we've done our best."

Ivo furrowed his brows. "I suppose," he agreed reluctantly.

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M U N I C H , X G E R M A N Y

It's been six hours since Yeong-ji had first sat down at her piano. It wasn't some impressive grand piano that had the best sound in the world; no, Yeong-ji got it for free off of Craigslist since she couldn't afford to pay for one. Personally, Yeong-ji thought it was decent quality - of course, not the best in the world, but definitely sufficient for her needs.

Yeong-ji played Revolutionary Étude for the second time in a row, faintly picking up the ticking clock in the background. She ended the song, lifting her head to stare blankly at the cracked clock on the wall. 11:33. Is it seriously almost noon?

If Yeong-ji were anybody else would higher hopes in life, than she would feel disgusted over her current living conditions. It wasn't like she was unhygienic, but at the end of the day, she lived in a single-room apartment with a tiny mattress on the ground and worn down belongings. She lived off of a... poor diet, to say the least. Siegfried von Essen had been kind enough to pay for Yeong-ji's rent in the past, but now that she worked part-time, it was easy for her to take over the rent for her low quality apartment. Yeong-ji took care of herself; Siegfried was her guardian on paper, but only because she was still a minor.

He helped pay the bills, sometimes. He was more than tolerable, at this point in life.

(At least Yeong-ji didn't have to spend money on something like insurance or something.)

Yeong-ji felt the keys of her instrument once again, preparing to dive into Winter Wind when her playing was interrupted. Yeong-ji clenched her jaw and bit the inside of her cheek as a sharp and horrendously strange frequency pierced the air. She proceeded to begin the song, slamming her hand on the keys when a reddish, blackish, yellowish ripple of light messed up her figure placement.

Any normal person might be freaking out over the strange sound and strange light, but not Yeong-ji. Nope, she was just frustrated that something had interrupted her six hour binge-playing.

"What the fuck," Yeong-ji muttered, standing up abruptly as she stared at the rippling light with her stone-cold gaze. She was done for the day - there was no way she could continue with her concentration broken. "Thank you very much, light beam, for fucking up my piano playing for today." As usually, Yeong-ji's voice wasn't saturated with sarcasm or anger; just the cynically dull tone she's been using ever since she could speak.

Yeong-ji squinted at the light as it decided to glide on over through her wall into the room next door. Huh.

"When you hear the call, leave Munich and go to Berlin. Go to the hospital; if the receptionist's surname is Schreiber, tell them your name. That is all."

The cryptic last words of Yeong-ji's father had made no sense seven years ago (not like they did now.) But he did say some strange things for the eight years of life he had spent with Yeong-ji... frequency infinity, light wave, flag of Germany, etc.

Well, there was definitely a weird sound frequency, a weird light wave, and the very coincidental color combination of Germany's flag.

This was the call - Yeong-ji knew that for sure.

She sighed. "Time to leave Munich for the first time in my life." She started sifting through the pile of clothes she had kept in the corner of her mattress. "Impulsive decisions are fucking stupid." Yeong-ji picked up her only bag, staring at the hole in the corner before shoving a pair of clothes in. "Have I officially gone insane?" Yeong-ji squinted at her clock - 11:35 - as she continued packing absentmindedly. "How convenient is that - I can buy a ticket for a three hour train from Munich to Berlin for under 30 euros. Has society advanced at all since a century ago?"

Yeong-ji pulled out the oh-so-precious iPhone 5 Karl and Siegfried had given her a few years back (bless their souls, really, they deserve better than this), catching the faint wifi connection from the building across the street, scanning through the available train seats from München Hauptbahnhof to Berlin. Yeong-ji may be the actual definition of a homebody, but she actually didn't live under the rock and was completely up-to-date with whatever happening in Germany and the world. She was aware of the overabundance of unbooked seats in the trains, despite no small amount of tourists booking their tickets.

Yeong-ji noticed the upcoming train ride at 12:06, quickly booking a ticket before grabbing her bag loaded with basically everything she owned, including all her money. It wasn't too bad, really; Munich didn't really have as much as a pickpocketing problem than some other European countries.

Usually, Yeong-ji wasn't this impulsive; she was brutally realistic and didn't make significant on-the-fly decisions such as the one she was making at the moment. But frankly, Yeong-ji didn't really care anymore. It didn't really matter to her that this was Yeong-ji's first time going out of Munich (and that she managed to pack in under ten minutes). Besides, the train was thirty euros - she'd earn it back somehow.

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B E R L I N , X G E R M A N Y

Yeong-ji had to be blind not the notice the occasional lingering stares she received. Most of them were from foreigners. Yeong-ji couldn't blame them; she did kind of look like a runaway teen. Except less... goth. And a lot more malnourished.

Yeong-ji assessed Germany's capital city from the train platform, deciding to head to her destination when she realized: she didn't even know where her destination was. Her father never specified which hospital. Yeong-ji wanted to bang her head against the wall; there was no way in hell she was going to go to every hospital in Berlin.

Then again, she had her phone; it was Berlin, there was probably free wifi everywhere. Yeong-ji could simply search up the doctor's name in some... doctor-finding site.

As crazy as it sounded, it actually worked, and Yeong-ji started fast-walking towards Bundeswehrkrankenhaus. It was nearly a mile away from the train station, and Yeong-ji wasn't very fond of physical activity, but there was no way she would pay for a taxi ride to somewhere under a mile away.

Finally, about fifteen minutes later, Yeong-ji arrived at the hospital, practically slamming the door open. She briskly walked up to the front desk, where only one person was speaking to the receptionists. To her surprise, there was indeed a receptionist with the name tag Rosamunda Schreiber, a tall woman with brownish-blonde hair and full-on heterochromia who looked a bit more anxious than the others.

"Um..." Yeong-ji shuffled up to the front desk, catching the attention of Rosamunda. Said woman gave the girl a slightly weary customer service smile.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, scooting towards her computer. Yeong-ji coughed slightly, eyes flickering off to the side before awkwardly speaking up again.

"Uh... my name is Yeong-ji. Yeong-ji Ilyse Kühn," the ruby-eyed girl muttered, feeling nothing short of uncomfortable. The receptionist was nodding along with her words - until Yeong-ji reached her surname. At that point, the receptionist froze, her demeanor darkening.

"Of course," she said somberly, standing up. "Follow me, Frau Kühn."

Yeong-ji would be lying if she said she wasn't completely fucking confused, but her late father's instructions seemed legit. She followed the woman, internally hitting herself for randomly following someone after they've said a few cryptic words.

"Ivo!" the brunette woman called out as she and Yeong-ji started straying from the bustling areas of the hospital and into hallways with empty rooms. A tall man with darker brown hair and mismatched eyes as well poked his head out of one of the rooms. "What is it?"

The woman - Rosamunda, Yeong-ji reminded herself - gestured towards the shorter girl. "First one," she said, lowering her voice. "She claims to be a Kühn."

There was an immediate shift in the man's demeanor. He extended a hand, which Yeong-ji shook awkwardly. "It's an honor to meet you, Frau Kühn," he said. "Ji-kyung Kühn's descendants have been living in hiding since the incident. We had doubts on whether or not the bloodline was still alive, but with you being here, it clearly is."

"Um... what?" Yeong-ji asked dumbly, not grasping the situation. Ivo's eyebrows furrowed. "You have an ancestor named Ji-kyung Kühn, correct?"

"Well, yeah, but no one likes to talk about her," Yeong-ji replied. Why the heck she was disclosing so much information, Yeong-ji didn't really know. "Taboo and all that shit." The wrinkle in Ivo's forehead seemed to grow deeper every second.

"Why are you here, Frau Kühn?" he asked suddenly. Yeong-ji raised an eyebrow, surprised. She shrugged.

"My father told me to go to Berlin when I 'hear the call' or some shit like that." Ivo still looked skeptical. Yeong-ji sighed, impatient. "Listen, there are a lot of secrets in my family. There's are certain people who know these secrets, and then they pass it along to those who've had their 'rite of passage' or something. The last person who probably knew these secrets is most likely my aunt, but she died twenty-three years ago."

Strangely, that seemed to be enough for Ivo. He nodded, leading Yeong-ji to a room. Ivo pressed his hand against the scanner on the wall, the door opening as he did so. Yeong-ji glanced around warily; the room was chock-full of fancy tech that shouldn't exist at humanity's current point of technological advancement.

"Wait here, Frau Kühn," this time, it was Rosamunda who spoke. "We'll be back shortly."

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Character Portrait: Yeong-ji I. Kühn Character Portrait: Chiba Satoshi

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fc ; Kozume Kenma / Haikyuu!!

"What's the point in friendship if everyone leaves eventually?

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#EE1D24 / #F16522

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Oyamazaki, Japan

There's chaos in other parts of the Chiba house: children screeching at each other, pots rattling on the burners, women in a heated argument over something that's more than likely unimportant. Satoshi hears none of it. He sits hidden away in his room, gentle music in a foreign language playing from the family's AI intercom system. Satoshi sits with his back to the wall under the window, the sound of birds and leaves rustling in the wind mixing with the strum of a guitar. A book is open in his lap but he can't find the will to concentrate on it. Maybe because he's read it too many times, maybe because it was his mother's favorite novel, and her voice still lingers in his head, memories of her quietly reading it to him in the moonlight. xx
Nine years since she passed, and her spirit still lingers... Golden eyes glance over at her photograph her it sits in the little cupboard he'd made into an altar, three red spider lilies wilting in a vase next to it. Chiba Kirie's smiling face stares back at him. And, like every time he's looked at that photo - or any other photo of her, even - all he can see is her cold, dead eyes. xx
Satoshi looks away and ignores the sinking feeling in his stomach. He flips to the previous page in his book, having been too out of to comprehend the words, and is on the second sentence when he hears it: a sound he can't describe. There's nothing in his house that could possibly make a noise like that, so what in the Hell is it? To confuse him even further, an odd light seems to ripple across the room, warping everything in sight and making Satoshi feel almost ill. And as suddenly as it all happened, the light show and the strange noise are gone, nothing left behind except the reminder of a cryptic note. xx
'When you hear the call, go to Berlin. Find the doctor named Schreiber. Tell him your name, and all will be explained.' That must be the call she meant, right? Satoshi wonders, staring into nothing. I mean, what else could that have possibly been? xx
There's a moment of silence, the music timing out and turning off, and Satoshi takes a long look around his room. He has little in the way of belongings; he could easily fit it all into a suitcase and a couple of duffel bags. Everyone in his family has a money card linked to the household's account, which has more than enough money for him to make an international trip without putting a dent in the family's funds. And this was his mother's last request, wasn't it? There's no reason to stay. xx
Berlin, Germany

The airport is crowded, and Satoshi's tempted to make himself unseen if only to avoid anyone's curious stares; he looks like a teenager, and he's carrying a duffel bag over each shoulder while dragging behind him a suitcase that's more than half his height, so he isn't easy to miss. He pulls his hood up over his head and lets his hair curtain his face as he makes his way slowly toward the airport entrance. The crowds thin at the pick-up area and he hails the first cab he sees that isn't already taken, asking to be taken to a hospital with a name he doesn't even bother trying to pronounce; he simply hands the driver a paper with the name written down. It was the only hospital in Berlin where a "Doctor Shreiber" was employed. xx
When they arrive, the driver politely offers to help Satoshi with his bags, to which he quietly declines, hauling his things in and trying not to notice the uncomfortable stares he gets from people wondering why a kid with a shitton of luggage is at a hospital. He makes it to the front desk without conflict and asks for a doctor Shreiber. "Of course, I'll call her for you." He waits patiently as the woman disappears, returning a few moments with an incredibly pretty woman. She looks straight at him and Satoshi cowers from meeting her gaze. "I'm Doctor Schreiber, can I help you?" Satoshi fishes through his pockets and pulls out the letter he'd found months after his mother's death, hesitating before handing it over. "I'm Chiba Satoshi..." xx
The woman glances over the note and looks back to him, and Satoshi catches her stern stare before he looks to the floor once again. "Follow me." He shifts the straps of his bags where they're digging into his shoulders before dutifully following the woman down a couple of long halls, until they're the only ones in sight. She leads him through a doorwa yand Satoshi tries not to be suspicious; he still knows nothing of why his mother sent him here, or who Doctor Shreiber is, or why there's a bored-looking young girl sitting on a couch in the room Doctor Shreiber leaves him in, politely asking him to wait. xx
Satoshi takes the opportunity to set all his luggage down, and he shuffles quietly to a seat, hugging the duffel bag with his mother's picture inside close to his chest. There's silence in the room, and he tries not to wonder if he's made a mistake. xx
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Character Portrait: Yeong-ji I. Kühn Character Portrait: Chiba Satoshi

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Kristiansand, Norway


Sven Gundersen sat in a Clinical Psychology class of about forty students, listening attentively to a Mr. Dubriksson starting on the final unit of Sven's academic career: 'The Elements of Opening A Psychology Firm'. Aside from the professor's lecture, he could hear a couple students--two females, based on the pitches of their voices--murmuring about something involving him. Given the situation, he went with the most reasonable (if stereotypical) conclusion of the girls finding him attractive.

They're shallow, he thought before returning his attention to the professor.

Until the end of class, Sven jotted down notes and made mental tabs on key points made by Dubriksson. When the students were dismissed, Sven stood out of his seat, walking down the gradually-declining stairs and stepping out into the hallway. Once there, he leaned against a wall, taking out a Samsung Galaxy and inspecting the two new e-mails in his inbox. One was from a movie production team in America, eagerly asking him to be a part of a new film they were planning; the other was from an Oslo novelist wondering if they could interview Sven about his life as a so-called "super-human". Sven deleted both e-mails immediately after reading them.

Even after all this time, there's still people trying to get their hands on me...

Sven slipped his phone back into his pocket and pushed his glasses back to the top of his nose's bridge, making his way towards the exit at the end of the hallway. When he was only about seven paces away, something unexpected entered his mind--literally. It started with an oddly-pitched sound reverberating in his head, then shifted to the colors black, red, and yellow dancing across his vision. But it wasn't over yet.

When you hear the call, go to Berlin. Find the doctor named Schreiber. Tell her your name, and all will be explained.

Sven's eyes were wide, and his brows were furrowed.

What the hell was that? I'm certain it wasn't something I just inadvertently conjured up. Did anyone else get that? He glanced at the two dozen-odd students walking through the hall; not a single one seemed to have gotten the message. ...Assuming this is a legitimate message sent by someone, how can I even trust this person? No, forget that; how would I even be able to find this Schreiber person in a place as large as Berlin? I'm not sure...

His expression gradually relaxed as he exited the building, heading back to his dormitory. However, even though he appeared normal, his brain was working on hyper-drive.

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Throughout the following day, Sven did nothing but ponder outside of studying material (it was the weekend). He thought of every variable: anything from logistics to what could be awaiting him in Berlin. Of course, this was all hypothetical; in terms of actually traveling to Germany, he was on the fence. On one hand, he found his Master's in Psychology to be of top priority in his life for the immediate future; on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel curious about what awaited him in Berlin.

A few questions remained during the first half of the day: would whatever awaited him in Berlin be worth dropping his final classes? What would his family think if he told them what had occurred? The second one is easy; they'd probably think I was becoming unhinged from all the stress at the University.

The time was 1:32 PM when his father, Haldor, called; Sven was in his single-bed dorm room. He could immediately pick up on the urgency in his father's voice.

"Son, please tell me you got that message the other day."
"Message? Do you mean the request to come to Berlin?"
"Yes, that. I need you to follow what it says. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to drop your final classes."
"Wait, how do you even know about it? Why did you wait a day to even call me about--"

Sven's phone beeped multiple times; his father had ended the call. He set his phone on his dresser, sighing out of slight irritation at the lack of detail being given to him. But he couldn't defy his father; he took out the biggest bag he had, packing his clothes, toiletries, and any other important items.


Berlin, Germany


Sven sat on a public bus, supposedly being taken to the correct hospital after inquiring about the doctor's name to the driver. It took about twenty minutes to arrive at a certain Bundeswehrkrankenhaus--even he wasn't going to try and pronounce it. He stepped off the bus, his backpack hanging off both of his shoulders as he made his way inside.

He walked up to the front desk, where he came across a female receptionist. She looked up at him, speaking with a clearly-distinguishable German accent.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm looking for a Dr. Schreiber. Do you know where I can find them?"
"I can grab her for you. It'll be just a minute."

A female in doctor scrubs walked with the receptionist to the desk, where she looked over Sven. "I'm Dr. Schreiber. Is there something you need?"
Sven could see a vague sense of recognition light up Schreiber's face as he studied her.
"Well, my name is Sven Gundersen." Her face lit up even more after he spoke his surname.

"Ah, I know why you're here. Follow me."

Sven was led down multiple hallways, reaching a portion of the hospital that didn't seem used particularly often. There wasn't a soul in sight.

"If you could just wait in there. There should be three others coming soon."
Three others? What? And why does she want me to wait here? Reluctantly, he obliged, opening the door. He set his eyes upon two other individuals--a boy and a girl, both multiple years younger than him--sitting in the room as well.

Silently, he sat on the end of one of the couches, setting his pack in front of him and wondering what he was about to get himself into.

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Brussels, Belgium

"Merci, madam. Passez une bonne journée." Jeanne said to a particularly annoying customer as they left. Not that she was able to let her annoyance show, putting on a cheerful facade that made her want to throw up. Pushing up her glasses, she swiftly typed into her computer, marking down some notes of the transaction that just occurred, as well as various other odds and ends that she had to ensure were up to standard, lest she felt like getting in trouble. She couldn't help but sigh at how mundane and boring the job was, but she enjoyed working with numbers and she needed funds somehow. Well, aside from her usual, less-than-legal, means of getting things at least.

As she continued typing away, she let her mind wander to her plans after her shift ends. A store just on the end of the street got in a fresh new order of clothes. A small smile formed on her face as she felt her pocket reassuring herself that it was still there. The item in question was not a wallet or purse or anything with which one would hold money. No, what she ensured was there was something of a family heirloom that she obtained after her mother's passing, a lighter. As boring as her job was, the feeling of the lighter gave her just enough motivation to get through yet another day of work.

Jeanne raised her hand to call over the next person in line when she felt a sudden wave of nausea overcome her, almost causing her to collapse on the spot as a set of colours sweeped across her field of view before eventually returning to normal. Cursing under her breath, Jeanne looked at the line of customers wanting to go about their business. part of her was slightly annoyed that she understood the reasoning behind her sudden experience, but another part of her was excited. Hesitation now out the window, she logged off of her terminal and headed towards her boss' office, practically tearing the door off its hinges. Without even pausing for a second, she tossed a set of keys onto his desk, ignoring any and all questions that he had for her.

"Je suis désolée, mais je dois y aller." She said, already on her way out the building. Before finally leaving she called back out, "I quit, salut!"

She was practically running down the street, the prospect of something new happening acted as a strong motivator for her. Though, that didn't stop her from visiting the shop just at the corner. Finding a corner just in the blind spot of the cameras, pulled out her lighter and clicked it a few times before finally getting a flame. Like something out of a movie, she directed the flame with the flick of a finger, causing it to jump from the lighter onto a pile of clothing. Keeping her eye on the flame, she put the lighter back into her pocket before using both hands to start slowly spreading the fire bit by bit. Which, in her defense, was going well for the most part. As the sparks slowly spread, she couldn't help but wonder for what reason they were calling her. Surely they must have a good reason. Perhaps something was going down? Something big.

Jeanne's thoughts were cut short by the shrilling sound of a fire alarm going off. Blinking a few times, it took a second for it to sink in that the small flame Jeanne was controlling just a moment before had already grown quite large in size. "Merde." Jeanne muttered before quickly taking off towards the exit. Before leaving the store though she quickly grabbed a simple black ribbon and ran like the wind.


Berlin, Germany

Jeanne's arrival in Berlin went off without a hitch. But the issues were after her arrival. She was out of her territory, without a knowledge of the native language, no idea how to find the person she was looking for, a couple of bags of luggage with her, and to make matters worse it seemed as though everyone who passed her kept staring at her; likely because of her choice of attire being her usual black one piece outfit and its accompanying accessories. One of whom was a young child who pointed at her and said something which she could not understand but was sure was something insulting. Kid or not, she made sure she gave him the worst glare she could possibly give. As she walked off with a click of her tongue, the cries of a child could be heard in the distance.

Without any semblance of an idea of where she was supposed to be headed, except that she was looking for a hospital with a doctor named Schreiber, her mood was easily soured and the people she passed by often kept their distance from the oddly dressed, smoke-scented girl. After a long while of walking, and occasionally coercing information out of people as best she could, she came across a hospital which was likely to be the one she was looking for.

Once again, she nearly took a door off of its hinges as she entered the hospital, not showing any respect or regard for those inside, she stormed up to the receptionist and slammed her hand on the counter and spoke without waiting for the receptionist's greeting. "Schreiber, s'il vous plaît."

"Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist lady replied shakily, obviously bothered by Jeanne's boorish attitude.

Glaring absolute daggers at the receptionist, Jeanne quickly racked her brain's limited dictionary of English for the right words. "Yes, I have an appointment. Where is Schreiber?"

The receptionist quickly nodded before leaving momentarily only to be replaced by another lady with the name Schreiber on her name tag. "I am Dr. Schreiber, is there something I can do for you?"

Jeanne showed no sign of easing up, especially after all the trouble she went through to find the damn place. "Oui, je m'a- I am Jeanne Petite Laurent."

"Ah... A member of the Laurent family. Yes, follow me please. And if you don't mind, could I please ask you not to scare the staff next time?"

"I make no promises."

Dr. Schreiber sighed and started walking. As they walked she commented, "You know, smoking is bad for your health."

Jeanne simply rolled her eyes as she followed the taller lady. She lead Jeanne down a hall that seemed to extend for quite a while, before stopping at a room with a hand scanner lock. Opening the door, Dr. Schreiber gestured for Jeanne to enter. Peering inside the room, what Jeanne saw was quite the sight to behold. A room filled with mysterious technologies of questionable purpose, as well as a seating area occupied by three others already. Ignoring the other three for now, Jeanne quickly walked over to one of the counters, setting her bags aside and stared intently at the equipment.

"We're just waiting for a few more, so please stay here for now." Dr. Schreiber said, to which Jeanne just shrugged in reply. Just as she was about to step back out and close the door, the female doctor turned back once more and said, "Also, please don't touch anything." Jeanne turned her head as the door closed itself, sticking her tongue out at the person who was no longer there. Brushing a bit of hair from her face and pushing up her glasses, Jeanne turned to the other three on the other side of the room, looking at them each in turn, before directing her attention back to the equipment filled counter. "Où en étais-je...?" She muttered to herself before sweeping her arm across the counter, knocking over the gear, some of which fell to the floor with a loud crash. Pulling out her lighter, she sat herself on the counter and began to idly flick her lighter on and off as she waited.

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Tokyo, Japan

Somewhere, in a remote suburban site just on the outskirt of one of the once prosperous metropolises of the world - Tokyo. There was a large mansion built in traditional Japanese-style lying solely on a blasted land, which surprisingly, was once a lustrous forest before they were utterly reduced to ashes for who knows how long ago and sadly is still yet to recover. But on the contrary of the rather sorrowful scenery to behold, the weather is surprisingly nice. The sky was blue, the white clouds drifting by, the sun shining serenely. It sure gives people hope on their continuous journey of recovering from which that had teared their lands apart.

"Oji-san, oji-san." A young boy with hair as white as snow hastily ran through the hall with an excited expression on his face of the mansion towards the backyard, while calling for his uncle, who was sitting under the sakura tree, reading a book and drinking some green tea calmly, as if there is no care in the world.

"Hatake-kun, what is it?" Mikiya shifted his gaze from the book he was reading to his nephew, who had just arrived at the entrance to the backyard. His smile seemingly never fades from his lips.

"I finally manage to read someone today. Oji-san's tips work really well! Obaa-san is really pleased with me that she hadn't knocked me on the head for the whole morning!" Hatake enthusiastically approached his uncle and happily reported his little feat that he had just barely accomplished earlier.

"Is that so? Congratulations, and I'm so glad that my cute nephew is so good already." Mikiya smiled brightly and ruffled Hatake's hair, "Can you show me how you did it then? Go ahead and tell oji-san how he is feeling."

Hatake nodded with an innocent grin before closing his eyes and holding Mikiya's hand tightly, exhaling a deep breath of air while concentrated his mind on trying to read his uncle's feelings. Apparently, it took a great deal of effort out of the young boy whose ability was unlocked not so long ago, and is still pretty much hasn't been honed at all. But Hatake managed to get the results, eventually. "Hmm, oji-san is feeling really contented and happy right now. Am I correct, oji-san?"

"You couldn't be more right, Hatake-kun." Mikiya smiled and complimented his nephew, "You are super good. I couldn't manage to read anyone yet when I was your age. But don't slack off because of that and keep training hard everyday, okay? Don't let obaa-san knock on your head." He winked.

"Even though you probably won't be returning home any time soon with this mission, you're still surprisingly optimistic. Sometimes I wonder if you have extraordinary courage, or just foolhardy, nii." A tall, thin woman with short white hair entered the backyard, as she exhaled a breath from her cigarette, "This isn't going be like any other missions we've been sent to, y'know."

"Kaa-san, you're back!" Hatake happily chimed and skidded to his mother, at which she cuddled him with her hand. It seemed that she too had just returned from an assignment from the government.

"Aoko, welcome back." Mikiya stood up from where he sat and smiled with his sister, "So, you've just heard too, huh?"

"Of course, you forgot that I'm the most updated one in this family?" Aoko sneered, but her expression quickly tensed up, "Are you sure it is going to be fine? I won't even be thinking about your welfare if it is just our everyday tasks, but I've got a hunch something sinister is going on here, nii."

"Overprotective as ever, Aoko." Mikiya smiled and caressed his sister's chin, which seemingly eased her up, "Let's just think of this as our everyday tasks, okay? The elders are confident in my ability, and if they feel that only I can accomplish this, then I won't let anyone down."

Just last night, the elders of the Kaneshiro family received a strange "distressed call" all the way from Berlin, Germany. The atmosphere tensed up greatly within just hours, because there was never a call like this before. They only knew about it directly from the two members of their clan that survived the cataclysm a hundred year ago. But one thing for sure, to receive a distress call like this could only mean that nothing good is about to happen. Something huge that will not only affect the genetically modified community in Japan, but throughout the world as well.

An emergency meeting is held and they have ultimately decided that they will answer the call, and the one most suitable for this assignment is none other than the heir, and the most prominent member of the clan - Mikiya. And he had accepted it without a second thought.

Mikiya has finished prepared everything he needed for the upcoming trip. Because it's going to be a long one, so it ended up a lot more than he had anticipated. But not that it mattered much. He can always find a way to make it through the airport terminal without too much hassling. He looked into the mirror and add the final touches to his disguise and testing his voice modifier. This time, Mikiya is going to be a young businesswoman named Fujihara Makiko. For a trip abroad, this sure looks like a lot of works, but as one of the top secret agents of Japan, obviously he cannot afford to carelessly show his true identity.

Before entering the car that take him to the airport, Mikiya hugged and said goodbye to each of his family - his mother, sister and nephew. Coincidentally, his brother-in-law Satsuki is currently on a trip to Berlin so there is high chance that they will meet. With a promise that he will return before they know it, Mikiya departed with a silent prayer that everything is going to be fine. His family is all the he ever got, and he doesn't know what he will even do if harm comes to them.

Berlin, Germany

The trip from Tokyo to Germany was thankfully uneventful. As usual, none of the staffs in both airports question his identity. They are just making it too easy for him, as this was not any different than the missions he was sent to before. Well, he did have some problems with his luggage as they are admittedly catching attention, and it was a bit too much for Mikiya to handle himself. But nothing is going out of his hand, yet.

Normally, he would stop by a public toilet or something to dispose of his disguise already. But a part of his mind tempted him otherwise, so he just went on to search for the hospital he was supposed to head to under the disguise of Makiko by his phone. Berlin is nowhere a small city, so it did take a while, but eventually he made it there.

Walking in through the entrance of the hospital, Mikiya was immediately greeted by the receptionist, "Hello, miss. Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes, I was told that I was to find someone named Schreiber here." He went straight to the point, it seemed that she doesn't know that he is disguising, in the least. The receptionist nodded in acknowledgement, and only a moment later, another woman whom Mikiya assumed to be Dr. Schreiber arrived. "May I help you?"

"I am from the Kaneshiro family, and I have arrived on behalf of my family." Mikiya spoke in a rather convincing tone, and keep smiling as usual.

Dr. Schreiber narrowed her eyes in question of his statement, "Are you sure you are? I thought the one sent by the Kaneshiro is supposed to be male-"

"Is this enough of a proof?" Mikiya showed Dr. Schreiber a piece of paper with an insignia of the clan, which can only be acquired through the elders. Glancing through the paper, though still seemingly doubtful, the woman just nodded, "Follow me, miss Kaneshiro." She said as she led him through a long, winding hall, to a sanctuary of sorts locked by a hand-scanner. And inside the room, he was greeted with all sorts of out-of-the-world gadgets. Normal people would be surprised that these kinds of technology really exist, but not for Mikiya, as he had seen them more than once before.

Looking around, Mikiya saw two girls and two boys have already arrived before him. They all look considerably younger than him, and he can notices that a boy among them is also a Japanese. "Please wait here until further notice. There is still one more left to arrive, and that one should be here soon." Dr. Schreiber said to him, and he nodded. He carried with him all of his luggage to an empty chair nearby and set them aside, comfortably making himself at home - all while keeping his disguise as Mikako.

Even without using his ability, Mikiya can tell that the atmosphere is rather somber, and none of the four are actually interested in introducing themselves or getting to know each other right now, so he has no reason to force them to either. But secretly, he found this to be exceptionally interesting, and held much anticipation of how will the events will play out from now.

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Yeong-ji's head shot up when the doors opened once again to reveal Ivo and Rosamunda, both of which looking rather disgruntled at the sight of some of their equipment on the floor, courtesy of the Frenchwoman who smelled like smoke. Five other people had arrived while Yeong-ji was waiting - three of them looked to be Asian, specifically Japanese, in some sense. Yay for racial diversity. They all looked to be older than herself as well.

"Welcome to Berlin," Ivo began, tone somber. He had spectacular English - Yeong-ji could barely detect any sort of German accent. "We apologize for summoning you here on such short notice. As some of you know, my name is Doctor Ivo Schreiber, and this is my sister, Doctor Rosamunda Schreiber. Before we continue, I would like to confirm that we all have the ability to communicate in English. If not -" the door opened once again, revealing a blonde woman who didn't have the same stern, serious expression on her face as the Schreibers "- well, we have her."

"I'm Caoilfhionn Höfler," the blonde woman interrupted the doctor's spiel. "I speak six languages - Irish Gaelic, German or Deutsche, French or français, Russian, English, and Korean. If this guy's English is too over the top, I'll play interpreter. Well, I can try. My Japanese can't compensate for this many Japanese people."

"Anyway," Ivo rushed to interrupt the blonde, his tone annoyed, "you six are the first descendants of the Sixty-Nine to arrive in Berlin. We are on a time crunch to evacuate people like you so that our enemy can't get to you. To minimize tragedy, we'll be forming small groups, small teams of people so that if we do indeed confront potential death, it won't affect as many descendants. You will be Team Schlüssel."

Schlüssel, Yeong-ji thought to herself. The German term for key.

"Now, about the threat which caused us to summon you here," the doctor gestured at a high tech screen at the front of the room, which pixelated from it's dark, dormant state to display profiles of multiple people. "If you have been properly informed about the Sixty-Nine, then you would've heard about these people." The screen zoomed in on one of the profiles. "This is Doctor Winifred Schmitz, one of the doctors stationed in Berlin during the Bombing of 2026. She operated on the eleven people who were retrieved from the rubble of Berlin, one of them being Ji-kyung Kühn, the original ancestor of the Kühn bloodline." Ji-kyung Kühn's name was one of the few things Yeong-ji could actually recognize from what Ivo Schreiber was saying. "She and her descendants are completely against the Sixty-Nine and their descendants. They ideology is that people like you should not exist, or else the balance of power would be weighed too heavily in favor of a small group of people. They want to annihilate the bloodlines affected by the radiation of the Bombing of 2026. To do so, her descendants and their supporters have released invisible and highly technical machines of sorts, at 10:26 AM UTC earlier today. These machines are attempting to track the descendants down at this moment. Do not worry though, for the moment, you are safe here. The Schmitzes despise Berlin, however, it'd be dangerous to stay for long. Based on the observations we have recorded on these beasts the Schmitzes have released, we have constructed an algorithm that determines areas we can flee to for the moment, as we train you six to properly fight any obstacle that gets in our way and ultimately defeat the Schmitzes."

Yeong-ji furrowed a brow at that statement. "Why us?" she questioned immediately, speaking German by instinct. "Why can't any of your other teams kick the Schmitzes asses, play hero for a li'l bit, and save the world? Is it 'cause we heeded your call the fastest or some shit like that?"

To Yeong-ji's surprise, Ivo perked up in an almost childishly excited state. "I was hoping you'd ask that," he said, responding in German before reverting back to English. "Our organization is focusing on you six as the leading force to defeat the Schmitzes. This is not because you are the first six to arrive in Berlin, but rather due to your abilities; it was merely a coincidence that the first six to arrive in Bundeswehrkrankenhaus have such diverse and powerful abilities." There was a look in the brunette's eyes that showed how interested he was in such a topic. "Let me explain: firstly, Ms. Kaneshiro -" Ivo furrowed a brow, muttering "- I thought the Kaneshiro representative was male -" or something like that in German. Rosamunda responded by shrugging and Yeong-ji looked at the pale-haired skeptically, doubting their gender as well (or maybe Kaneshiro was just androgynous - the past was so much simpler than modern times, in terms of gender and sexual identity).

"Ms. Kaneshiro," Ivo continued, "is a descendant of the Kaneshiro bloodline, who are master empaths. Such an ability is an emotional power, not a material one such as ice manipulation or anything of the like; this will prove to be incredibly useful in such a mission."

"I have never seen an Asian woman as tall as you - ever," Yeong-ji cut the brunette man off, directing a dry remark towards Kaneshiro. "Not being racist, but even European models don't usually reach... 183 or so." Yeong-ji's gaze flickered towards Ivo, who was actually surprisingly patient, even at this point. "Sorry, continue on."

"Regardless of Ms. Kaneshiro's gender," Ivo took off exactly where he last left off, "those with abilities in the emotional or mental side of things don't quite match up to those with abilities such as material manipulation. Speaking of material manipulation, the Laurents -" Yeong-ji was suddenly reminded of Frenchwoman with the lighter "- have been known for being skilled at manipulating fire, a rather volatile element, but were notorious for having a somewhat... lack of control, which, being said in a blunter manner, ultimately led to their demise."

There was a pause of silence before the blonde from earlier muttered, "Dang, Ivo, that fuckin' ruined the mood."

"Nonetheless," Ivo continued, ignoring Höfler, "we will be training you to increase your overall skill at your ability, so lack of sufficient control should be overcame at some point. Moving on! Akihiko Ito, descendant of the Cohens. Like empathy, precognition is not a material or physical skill, and is definitely considered rare. However, it's a difficult skill to harness completely; nonetheless, we have devised methods to increase control of the ability. Right now, if Akihiko has any sort of vision, we can maximize its benefits by merely being observant. And I'm sure all of you have heard of Sven Gundersen, in some way, shape or form." The brunette man gave said speedster a tight smile. "I'll admit, we weren't very happy when you exposed your power in public, but you were young. Besides, what's in the past can't be undone. We can't turn back time."

"Wait," Höfler interrupted once again. Ivo looked like he wanted to punch a wall. "I distinctly remember you ranting about how intriguing the bloodline with time manipulation is just a few days ago. So technically, it's possible to turn back time?"

"It's not that simple, but I won't go into the specifics right now," Ivo snapped. "If we could turn back time, we wouldn't want to anyway. Anyway, Satoshi Chiba -" he gestured to the other Japanese person who looked like he could be about thirteen years old "- descendant of the Chiba bloodline with the power of invisibility. With this ability, one could sneak into a government building, for instance, and they wouldn't be able to be tracked."

"Are you training them to become criminals?"

"Caoilfhionn," Ivo muttered through gritted teeth. The blonde shrugged nonchalantly, but allowed Ivo to finish speaking.

"And lastly," Ivo's eyes zeroed in on Yeong-ji, which made her back up in her seat a little bit. "Yeong-ji Kühn. Descendant of Ji-kyung Kühn herself, the original shadow manipulator." Ivo whipped his gaze up to face the others, jabbing a finger in Yeong-ji's direction. "To be in the presence of a shadow manipulator of the Kühn bloodline is even rarer than meeting your true love and both of you dying from the same type of cancer on their birthday after both of you turn one hundred. Take that in."

There was a moment of silence as Ivo steeped in his nerdy excitement. "Sorry," Rosamunda finally spoke up, "he can be a bit of a... fanboy, at times."

"That's oddly specific, you know," Yeong-ji muttered. "But probably true. I don't like... socializing."

"Do you know the full extent of your abilities, Frau Kühn?" Ivo asked intensely.

"I don't even know the partial extent of my abilities, or even what they are, much less the full extent of them."

"Oh, lord," Ivo muttered, sounding exasperated. Suddenly, an excited look appeared in his eyes that made Yeong-ji feel like she was going to be a lab rat.

"This means," Ivo said slowly, "that as a blank slate, we can mold you into practically anything, in terms of your powers!" Ivo clasped his hands together. "This is brilliant." He then turned back to Yeong-ji, who was still not fully comprehending the situation. "You can manipulate things through shadows. For instance, if someone was holding a pen, you wouldn't be able to directly manipulate them through their physical matter; however, you would be able to use your own shadow to in turn, manipulate the person's shadow, which would actually make the physical matter creating said shadow be affected by the manipulation in the same way its shadow is. Using this method, you could potentially use your own shadow to make that person commit suicide with the pen that they're holding."

That's actually very dark, Yeong-ji mused over the part of the explanation she could actually understand. "Deutsche," she said succinctly. Ivo was temporarily shaken out of his excitement, thinking for a few moments before being able to translate what he just said into German. "Ah," Yeong-ji said, reverting back to English, her tone neutral. "Sounds fun."

"I'm sure it probably is," Ivo said, a sentence which would concern some people about his mental state. "However, I can infer that you probably have no semblance of control over this ability. Never fear, though. Once we train all of you, you six will be extremely powerful, with the surefire ability of defeating the Schmitzes. Now, going back to what I said earlier about leaving Berlin, Caoilfhionn here has the results for the current ideal place to go to."

The room of people stared at the blonde expectantly, who seemed to not be paying attention. A few moments passed by, until she looked up, noticing everybody staring at her. "Ah, yes," she said, opening a notebook. "As of right now, Saint Petersburg is most ideal. I think we can stay there for up to ten days, but any longer would jeopardize us." The blonde shut her notebook. "The population's pretty high, and I have connections who can help us. However, the city's easy to navigate, so it's going to be harder to lose the Schmitzes' machines if they come after us."

The Schreibers nodded along with Höfler's words. Rosamunda spoke up once again. "We'll take questions right now, but it's ideal for us to pack up and leave as soon as possible. There's a flight going to Saint Petersburg is about four hours. We can book tickets after questions."

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Satoshi watches as other people arrive, shrinking into the corner more as the room grows more crowded. He easily recognizes Sven Gunderson from an article he'd read years ago, though the others he doesn't know. When the tiny French girl knocks over the probably-expensive equipment on the table in the center of the room, Satoshi cringes and curls up in a ball, making a mental note to avoid her whenever possible. She doesn't seem like the kind of persoon he wants to cross. It isn't too long before the two others arrive - both of them Japanese, which eases Satoshi a little, before he realizes one is a very pretty lady whom he could never ever speak to for fear of embarrassing himself and the other is frightening in general. xx
Eventually, however, the two Doctors return and begin to explain everything, though it's all still confusing as Hell. Satoshi listens with rapt attention as Ivo Schreiber talks about the 2026 Bombing, which Satoshi knew about but had never thought was so important. It all makes sense now that he's hearing it: how they all got their powers. It's something his family never taught him, for whatever reason. Mother must have wanted to protect me from it all. Maybe I really shouldn't have come. Ivo describes each of their capabilities in turn and Satoshi offhandedly wonders if it can be considered impolite to tell the group everyone's personal business rather than let them all open up about it themselves. It seems much like a breach of privacy. xx
"Satoshi Chiba-" Ivo says, pointing at Satoshi and startling him despite the knowledge that eventually the topic would fall to him. "-descendant of the Chiba bloodline with the power of invisibility. With this ability, one could sneak into a government building, for instance, and they wouldn't be able to be tracked." I'd really rather not... Satoshi keeps his thoughts quiet, and Ivo continues on. It isn't until he gets to Yeong-ji - the pretty girl with black hair and a tired face - that Satoshi actually finds himself concerned about this predicament. A person with the ability to make someone kill themself? Sure, people can be incredibly manipulative and convincing, but a power like that...Satoshi wants nothing to do with it. He doesn't want to stay. xx
So when Ivo finally stops his lecture and asks if anyone has questions, Satoshi slowly raises his hand. Ivo smiles brightly at him. "Yes?" "Um...can I go home?" "Er...no." Satoshi breathes out a sigh. Not like he wants to go back tt his family, not really. And staying will keep him safe, if what Ivo says is true, so why not? I can always just sneak away later, I suppose. xx
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Akihiko decided that he didn’t like Ivo. Perhaps a little, that comes with morbid fascination, but the plans he had for them sends shivers down his spine. What a dangerous, interesting fellow. Was this what everyone was going to be like in the outside world? That man was a genius, no doubt, but a dangerous one, his mind quick but churning with bone chilling ideas that seemed to take no regard at the consequences. Then again, many had described him the same way. The irony was not lost on Akihiko, even as his long fingers nervously tightened on the hem of his shirt. He explained all their abilities soon after, and his eyes brightened with interest, flitting to each of them as everyone was introduced. Most of them looked like teenagers around his age, except for the lady(?) whose gender was openly questioned by the girl, Yeong-ji. He tilted his head at the both of them, eyes scanning the lady again, unabashedly. “You’re right actually! But you look very pretty if you were a guy.” A cheerful smile spread across his face, golden eyes seemed to grow warm as his body loosened up. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all.

He was wrong as usual of course. Life and fate, especially his own, was like a cruel mistress with a sadistic streak of making things go wrong in twos and threes. In retrospect Akihiko really should’ve know that life was going to hit him with another curveball, one that came in the form of a vision minutes after the scientist uttered ‘St Petersburg’. And all of a sudden, he was there. Akihiko knew enough about the world from television and movies, and he recognised the streets, european buildings, the people milling about. But something was wrong. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, a clenching foreboding feeling of incoming danger. Whirling around, he did a full circle as he looked for the source of the threat, before his golden eyes finally landed on shining metal and whirling gears.

The first impression Akihito had was that it came straight out of his nightmares. The many stories that has been uttered to him in darkened rooms by his parents, the hushed half threats of ‘don’t go out there alone or the monsters will get you, boy’ that had faded in its importance as he grew Came back crashing into him like waves of terror. This was it, this was where he died. The Metal Monster loomed amongst the crowd, but they seemed completely unaware of it. It almost seemed like a twisted surreal horror film, how couples strolled by smiling, the crowd as one ignorant to the danger above. Akihiko felt his breath catch in his throat as the beastly thing turned, and for a second almost looked directly at him. He could almost hear the metallic ‘click click click’ of the gears grinding in its jaw, the metal plates grating and grinding as it moved in one smooth fashion across and street and right toward him-

Akihiko woke on the ground. He had collapsed at some point of the vision, and if the metallic tang coating his tongue was any indication, had managed to bite through the bandages on his palms at the very least. They were stinging, blood soaking through, but Akihiko was Glad for the pain at this point. Sitting up with a start, he gulped at the air and clawed at his throat as the last tendrils of fear left him in shuddering gasps.

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Sven stared at the man named Ivo as he introduced himself, a Rosamunda--apparently her sister--and a Caoilfhionn Höfler to the six of them before explaining the situation to them.

"Now, about the threat which caused us to summon you here. [...] If you have been properly informed about the Sixty-Nine, then you would've heard about these people. [...] This is Doctor Winifred Schmitz, one of the doctors stationed in Berlin during the Bombing of 2026. She operated on the eleven people who were retrieved from the rubble of Berlin, one of them being Ji-kyung Kühn, the original ancestor of the Kühn bloodline. [...] She and her descendants are completely against the Sixty-Nine and their descendants. Their ideology is that people like you should not exist, or else the balance of power would be weighed too heavily in favor of a small group of people. They want to annihilate the bloodlines affected by the radiation of the Bombing of 2026. To do so, her descendants and their supporters have released invisible and highly technical machines of sorts, at 10:26 AM UTC earlier today. These machines are attempting to track the descendants down at this moment. Do not worry though, for the moment, you are safe here. The Schmitzes despise Berlin, however, it'd be dangerous to stay for long. Based on the observations we have recorded on these beasts the Schmitzes have released, we have constructed an algorithm that determines areas we can flee to for the moment, as we train you six to properly fight any obstacle that gets in our way and ultimately defeat the Schmitzes."

Sven's mind was reeling; not only from the sudden information dump, but from the disbelief he harbored at the notion of such people and machines existing. In what was certainly a rare event, his expression was filled with bewilderment and perturbation; something that everyone else in the room could see.

His attention was immediately drawn to the young-looking, petite Asian girl, who piped up rather abrasively about how other "teams" should be able to handle the situation. After Ivo provided an adequate rebuttal to her protest ill-concealed as a question, he went into depth on each individual Sixty-Nine member in the room.

"Let me explain: firstly, Ms. Kaneshiro -" Sven noticed Ivo's brow furrowing before he muttered something from under his breath. Sven took a sideways glance at the individual in question: a rather tall...woman...with long white hair. He kept his eye on the conspicuous person--seemingly named Kaneshiro--as Ivo continued, who ended up dismissing the minor crisis of the person's gender. The petite Asian girl perked up again, which put a bit of pressure on one of Sven's nerves until he thought of her words.

Something's not adding up with this person. The girl's right; Asians aren't usually as tall as that. Combining that with Ivo Schreiber's confusion...I think I should be wary of them.

Sven's gaze moved to the short-fused Frenchwoman, who went by the name Jeanne Laurent. As Ivo described her abilities, he couldn't help but develop a distaste for her; after all, she did knock over what seemed to be expensive equipment without batting an eye.

Even if we're meant to team up, I think it would be best to avoid her unless absolutely necessary, or at least until she can get her temper cooled down. I think it's safe to say that she's a sociopath, to some degree at least.

His eyes then locked onto perhaps the most oddly-looking individual out of all of them--Akihiko Ito, he called himself. Unlike the previous two individuals, nothing seemed immediately out of the ordinary with him. Aside from the odd choice of clothing and general appearance, he looked relatively normal--someone he could get along with, even.

And then Ivo directed his attention--and therefore the others', as well--to Sven. He watched Dr. Schreiber as he boiled the summation down to: "Yeah, he messed up when he was younger, but we can't change that fact." Sven only gazed deadpan at Ivo even after the latter gave him a tight-lipped smile. The former sat properly on the sofa with his feet planted on the ground and his hands in his lap.

If you're really serious about everything going on right now, then why are you treating this like an ice-breaker from high school? Sven thought.

As Ivo started describing the most normal-looking individual of the five--apparently named Chiba Satoshi--Sven retreated into his own thoughts, reminiscing about that moment in school 15 years ago where he unwittingly utilized his power for the first time.

A moment later, as Ivo was finishing his blurb on Chiba, a spark of realization illuminated the innards of Sven's mind, revealing the silhouette of a dangerous truth.

Shit...damnit. Of all the people here, I'm the one most likely to be recognized and captured--assuming this whole situation is indeed legitimate. The entire world knows my face and name; that inevitably includes these supposed villains. On top of that, I freely gave out information about what happened in the interview with the media the day after...argh, why didn't I think of this before I came here? Sven knew the answer to this question before it finished materializing itself in his head.

His focus returned to the discussion in the room, which was currently on the matter of Ivo and his associates training the six of them on their powers and abilities.

Looks like I'm going to need some rigorous training...

Sven lit up slightly when Ivo explained to the group that they would begin their training in St. Petersburg, an environment not too dissimilar to that of Kristiansand or Oslo.

After Chiba's rather strange question of whether he could return home or not, Sven was visibly startled as he noticed Akihiko collapsing forward on the ground, biting down on a bandaged portion of his arm. After a few moments, Akihiko's...episode? slowly subsided, and he sat up on the tiled floor looking as if he had seen a ghoul.

"Are you alright?" Sven asked, wondering if this was a possible drawback to Akihiko's ability that Ivo had called "Precognition". His back had lifted off of the back of the sofa as he questioned the young man.

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Jeanne momentarily stopped tossing around her lighter as the doors once again opened up, allowing two professional enough looking people to enter the stage. The two Schreibers as it would seem, though shortly after there entrance came a third who introduced themself as one named "Caoilfhionn Höfler," a speaker of many tongues, or so she claimed. For some reason, Jeanne couldn't help but be put off by this third entrance. Though she was supposed to be a translator for the members present, she certainly didn't give off the attitude of one who would be helping.

For the most part, Jeanne understood the gist of the situation, despite all the jargon tossed in here and there. Some stuff about being descendants of whatever people survived this bombing that occurred some long time ago. And these descendants were teaming up to fight against this other group of people. And these other people, Schmitzes as they were called, have these odd machines which were supposedly invisible, and the collection of people her were meant to train to fight them.

"The hell kinda fairy tale is this supposed to be?" She muttered under her breath as the doctor named Ivo started introducing the people around, one by one.

"The Laurents have been known for being skilled at manipulating fire, a rather volatile element, but were notorious for having a somewhat... lack of control, which, being said in a blunter manner, ultimately led to their demise."

At Ivo's explanation of Jeanne and her background, she felt her eye twitch at the mention of a lack of control and talk of demise. To say the least, it struck a nerve in her that she would have rather left unsaid. She flicked the lighter open, shooting a tiny ball of flame past the doctor, glaring at him with cold and unforgiving eyes, but said nothing. Whether he meant to be on her case or not, she had to let him know that it was something better left unsaid and unannounced.

At the mention of questions, the first to speak was the boy who's ability was invisibility; he asked a question to which Jeanne shared a similar sentiment, simply wanting to leave. But alas, it seemed that such a thing was not the case. Though, if such a thing were to so easily dissuade Jeanne from doing as she pleases, then she very well wouldn't be the kind of person she was. Although, her musing was interrupted quite thusly at the cause of one person dropping to the ground in a fit of some sort. After being taken aback for a moment, Jeanne remembered that this person's ability was that of precognition. Well... That's quite the... unfortunate side effect of that. Jeanne though to herself, scoffing.

However, a thought came to mind of her own that she decided to voice. Sliding off of the counter she sat on, and instead resigning to just leaning against it, Jeanne took a second to figure out the right words in English before speaking. "You have all this... talk about enemies and allies. But who are we to trust you?" She said, without hesitation. "How do we know that you're the real good guys in this? Surely you can't expect us to come here, listen to your story and think everything is all fine, non?" She took a final breath before crossing her arms in defiance and saying one last phrase, posing the question to the whole group.

"What if you aren't as good as you're claimin' to be and that these... Schmitzes are the ones we should actually be trusting?"

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It wouldn't be wrong to say that this kind of meeting is gradually turning into one of those countless summons Mikiya was called to attend in the past. The somber atmosphere, the bickering, the questions, all of them are but something that he had been all too used to. He wouldn't show it outwardly, but if that was really going to be the case, he would have been bored to death. He would straight up order them to just tell whose necks to slit, depart onto his mission, and be done with it.

But it was really different here this time. Other times, he was surrounded with individuals of high magnitudes. Those with minds sharper than a sword and powers to enact at their disposals. Those that even for a seasoned empath like himself cannot even grasp at the very first glance. Now, excluded himself, the two so-called professors over there are in all honesty the only ones knowing what exactly is going on. The other five's feelings and insecurities are very true and pure under Mikiya's observation. No covers, no lies. It was almost refreshing for him, he must admit.

After all, for these teenagers, they are like infants, about to make a step into a world that bears almost no semblance of how their normal lives are. A world where deception and plotting are your only weapons, and also what will one day turn against you. A world where you can be either a fish that devours or be devoured. That fact is what Mikiya can tell for sure even if he is yet to know their backstories.

And in a brief moment, Mikiya almost felt pity for them for being dragged into this. He is not too sure what to expect in the future, but it definitely won't be too different from how Mikiya has lived his whole life - to have your own life hanging on the line while countless people depend on it. They should have been allowed to choose their own paths, live how they wanted to be, and here they sit, waiting for the responsibilities that are to be passed onto them. Will these five be able to make it? For the moment, Mikiya pretty much doubts it. He wishes that watching their development will prove him wrong.

Looks like I got a lot of works to do. Mikiya muses to himself.

Before long, the people who summoned them here began to introduce themselves. The man is named Ivo and the woman next to him is Rosamunda, his sister. Later on, another woman named Caoilfhionn (he is unsure if he heard it right, German is such a complex language that he decided not to take on it) walked in and apparently she's also quite a linguist. And the three of them are all Germans, which he aren't too familiar in working with. He did travel to Germany for a couple of times before, but didn't have a chance to learn more about its' culture and people. But not like it would matter much for now.

Ivo then began to deliberate about the reasons for their summoning. This didn't come off as surprising for Mikiya. The Kaneshiro family has built a large network of connections with other prominent lines of Sixty-Nines worldwide, and thus through them holds extensive information about the nature of the so-called 'evolved humans' like them. When Mikiya heard his family name to be the first one to be called out among the six, he had already prepared for all questions directed at him, the very moment he felt the slightest sting of doubts from them.

This is actually quite what he had hoped, really. Most of them seemed to have sharper sense of perception than he originally thought. If they cannot at least afford to be this observant, Mikiya's work will just pile up even more and obviously he doesn't want it to be the case. When the girl, Yeong-ji, directed her questions over his gender, Mikiya, under the pretense of Makiko, smiled at the girl, "For the records all members of my family have been quite taller than Japanese's standard, you could say that there will always a few odd ones among the many common. Just because you have never seen it before, doesn't mean it can never happen, does it?" He replied in the most polite tone possible, before the professor continues with his talk.

Coming right after the introduction of Mikiya's family is the information of the other five's families. The two other Japaneses, Satoshi and Ito, aren't from families that are neither prominent nor well-known, but he did meet people with their abilities before. They seemed like your everyday schoolboys having their lives messed up because they were involved in some unthinkable matters. A motif too common in fictions now. They seemed normal on the outside, but Mikiya can felt that they are hiding some problems that he cannot pick up just yet. He will figure it out and see how to fix them in case they get in the way.

The other three foreigners youngsters are, quite unexpectedly, all came from families that the Kaneshiro had taken notice of more specifically. First is the girl came from the Laurent family known as Jeanne. They made quite a mark among the supernatural community and built up the notoriety of the volatile and unpredictable nature of their powers. This girl seems to has quite a tongue and her attitude matches up with that of her flames. An interesting individual, indeed. In a way, she reminds him of his sister Aoko when she was during her adolescence years.

Next up is Sven Gunderson. The boy's power isn't too significant, but the fact that he reveals almost all information about himself having supernatural power to the world potentially make him into a target to be manipulated, both politically and other matters. Hence why the Kaneshiro has been secretly keeping track of him and his family on regular intervals. It seemed that he doesn't seem like the outgoing type that would freely talk about anything he hears, so for now there's no need for Mikiya to take special care of him.

And last, but definitely not least, the descendant of the most prominent family ever of the Sixty-Nines, Yeong-ji of the Kühn family. Her clan's ability has always been intriguing in their nature and, as much as the Kaneshiro wanted to obtain for information about it, the sources are extremely limited and most of them are highly classified. It is also difficult to keep track of the members of this family. Mikiya will definitely keep an eye on Yeong-ji, to see how her ability will manifest at its' fullest and to prevent any chances of her becoming a potential political subject of manipulation. Mikiya doesn't know if the girl is aware, but just walking around bearing her family name is enough to make her a prey in many's eyes.

After the deliberation is finished, Ivo informed that they are going to depart to somewhere else again, and they will go after all questions are answered. Mikiya took off his sunglasses, and directed his gaze over to Ivo, "I'm assuming that you is aware of what us - the Kaneshiro, are, correct? The elders of my family seem to trust you, which is why they gave you the rights to give me orders in their stead. Of course, I have absolutely no problems with that. Our conversation up until now have also confirmed me that this wasn't some political schemes that could potentially threaten my family and my nation. So I have no questions. Instead, as a fair warning, I sincerely hope you will not betray our trust and give out our information to those who offer a price for it. For if that really is the case, I will do what I have to and things may become much more complicated than it already is."

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"For the records all members of my family have been quite taller than Japanese's standard, you could say that there will always a few odd ones among the many common," the tall Japanese person responded in a rather civil manner towards Yeong-ji's claim. "Just because you have never seen it before, doesn't mean it can never happen, does it?"

Yeong-ji stayed silent for a few moments, contemplating the woman's (?) words, and how she got them across. She's okay, Yeong-ji grudgingly approved of the Japanese in her mind. She shrugged nonchalantly in response. "I'm sure it is possible - after all, the tallest woman ever was Chinese and over eight feet tall - all I am saying is that it is not the norm." Yeong-ji smiled her typical sardonic smile, not fully aware of it. "However, you could be -" Yeong-ji paused, trying to think up the term she couldn't quite recall at the moment "- biologically male and choose to identify as female - in any case, I will use any pronouns you want. I could not care less about what gender people go by."

The conversation continued on. However, the thump of the Japanese American collapsing to the ground certainly caught people's attention. The golden-eyed teen woke up abruptly, gasping, blood seeping through the bandages on his hands. The main doctor's sister - Rosamunda, Yeong-ji reminded herself - immediately rushed to the boy's side, saying things like, "was that a vision of yours?" and "would you like to explain what you saw?", along with "oh my, let's get your hands fixed up."

Meanwhile, the tall Japanese person took off her glasses. "I'm assuming that you is aware of what us - the Kaneshiro, are, correct? The elders of my family seem to trust you, which is why they gave you the rights to give me orders in their stead. Of course, I have absolutely no problems with that. Our conversation up until now have also confirmed me that this wasn't some political schemes that could potentially threaten my family and my nation. So I have no questions. Instead, as a fair warning, I sincerely hope you will not betray our trust and give out our information to those who offer a price for it. For if that really is the case, I will do what I have to and things may become much more complicated than it already is."

Ivo took those words very seriously, nodding somberly. "Of course," he said, a heavy tone in his voice.

The Frenchwoman decided to speak up. "You have all this . . . talk about enemies and allies. But who are we to trust you?" How do we know that you're the real good guys in this? Surely you can't expect us to come here, listen to your story and think everything is all fine, non? What if you aren't as good as you're claimin' to be and that these . . . Schmitzes are the ones we should actually be trusting?"

She has a point, Yeong-ji admitted grudgingly to herself. I mean, all I have to go on is my dad's word . . . and he kinda left me when I was eight to commit suicide in Seoul. There is no actual reason to trust this dude . . . besides, even if he is telling the truth, who give a fuck if I'm killed by those machine things? Didn't practically everyone in my family commit suicide before they could hit twenty-one? It's probably hereditary . . . I'm already fifteen, it's not like I have any time left to make good use out of my life.

"Your suspicion," Ivo began in a tone that made him seem like he was waiting for the Frenchwoman's question, "is completely understandable. In fact, I'd be sincerely surprised if any of you didn't doubt me. However," the images on the screen rippled to show what Yeong-ji saw while she was playing piano in the morning - the ripples of the German flag - "this is the universal distress signal amongst the Sixty-Nine and its descendants. Back when some from the clinical trials were leaving to lead their own lives, we showed this signal to them, telling them it would only be used in the most dire of situations. I understand that this secret may not have been passed down in your ancestors' attempt to give their children normal lives. In that case, there is certainly a reason for any of you to doubt us. However, there is a degree of trust that goes into every risk one takes in life. Without these risks, no one would be able to advance."

Ivo seemed to grow taller and he spoke. "We cannot force you to believe us. If you do, you are putting your faith in us to defend you from your extinction. If you don't, you are choosing to blindly shut the door in the face of the destiny your ancestors and your powers have engraved for you. There is a risk in either choice you make; despite our efforts, you may not survive if you choose to believe us. But there's a strong chance you will. However, if you choose not to believe us, the chance of you surviving will be significantly lower. This choice is yours to make, so select a decision you may regret the least."

There was a short pause of silence as the listeners contemplated the doctor's words. Finally, Ivo broke the silence he himself had caused, calling over to his sister in German so that most of the others wouldn't understand. "How is his condition? What did he see, and does it have any impact on our plans?"

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Seeing one of the doctors--specifically, the one named Rosamunda--tending to Akihiko, Sven decided to back off, crossing his arms as he returned to his original, rigid position on the sofa. He glanced at the petite Asian girl as she created small-talk with Makiko, but after he noticed the conversation going nowhere meaningful, he turned his attention to Rosamunda treating the odd-looking American.

He didn't watch for long; the motion of Makiko removing her(?) glasses out of his periphery made him glance back at the person Sven found mistrustful.

"I'm assuming that you is aware of what us - the Kaneshiro, are, correct? The elders of my family seem to trust you, which is why they gave you the rights to give me orders in their stead. Of course, I have absolutely no problems with that. Our conversation up until now have also confirmed me that this wasn't some political schemes that could potentially threaten my family and my nation. So I have no questions. Instead, as a fair warning, I sincerely hope you will not betray our trust and give out our information to those who offer a price for it. For if that really is the case, I will do what I have to and things may become much more complicated than it already is."

Sven remained silent as he toiled with Makiko's lengthy monologue. As he processed it, however, his consciousness narrowed upon the first two sentences of the miniature speech.

Kaneshiro...? The name seems familiar, now that it's put into a context like this. In fact...was it a blog post that I saw it on...? No, I think it was a forum thread. It was talking about...how secretive the family tends to be--at least, until it devolved into mindless conspiracy theories. Regardless...Makiko's tone of voice and choice of words make it clear they see us as inferior in some way, shape, or form. In fact, their entire monologue suggests a form of enlightenment that me and the other four individuals here haven't grasped yet.

Sven then thought of his father's urgent phone call. Dad wouldn't lie to me about anything; especially with something as purportedly dire as this. It's inconceivable. If it was a different situation, or if he hadn't pressured me into going, then maybe I'd be thinking the same thing that Makiko is saying right now. But...

He thought back to his initial suspicion of Makihiko's ambiguity revolving around their gender. He pondered their supposed intellectual superiority over the rest of the group--which he could confirm was real due to Makiko claiming his family trusted Ivo and his cohorts, thus revealing that the Kaneshiros knew what was going on before the broadcast was sent. He again thought of the forum thread he'd seen years ago, and of his father's phone call.

Click. It was like a light had turned on in Sven's head, or like the final piece of a puzzle being set into place, making everything crystal clear to him. The revelation showed on his face; his eyes were wide as they stared at Makiko, blatantly revealing to everyone in the room that he'd discovered something. Getting a grip on himself, he quelled his emotions, removing the wide-eyed look from his face.

Makiko most likely showed up like this on purpose. They...no, he...wanted to ensure there was nothing suspicious among those he was eventually going to meet, so he came prepared. To go to such lengths, though...I have to talk to him in private as soon as I get the chance to.

Sven was so engrossed in his discovery that he failed to pay attention to most of what Ivo was saying about deciding to stay or leave, as well as the somewhat nefarious-sounding questions concealed by a language barrier.

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Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

Earth

Earth by Korruption

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Add Group » 0 Factions to align with

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Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Radiation. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

View All » Add Character » 7 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: Yeong-ji I. Kühn
Character Portrait: Chiba Satoshi
Character Portrait: Kaneshiro Mikiya
Character Portrait: Ito Akihiko
Character Portrait: Sven Gundersen
Character Portrait: Jeanne Petite Laurent

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Character Portrait: Jeanne Petite Laurent
Jeanne Petite Laurent

"en poussiere; tu retourneras en poussiere."

Character Portrait: Sven Gundersen
Sven Gundersen

"En ivrig vits er sterkere enn noen muskler."

Character Portrait: Ito Akihiko
Ito Akihiko

"We were asked who we want to be, then told who not to be"

Character Portrait: Kaneshiro Mikiya
Kaneshiro Mikiya

"In the end, which place shall we stand in this colorless world?"

Character Portrait: Chiba Satoshi
Chiba Satoshi

"What's the point in friendship if everyone leaves eventually?"

Character Portrait: Yeong-ji I. Kühn
Yeong-ji I. Kühn

i've been trying to convince my shadow that i am someone worth following. - r.f.

Trending

Character Portrait: Kaneshiro Mikiya
Kaneshiro Mikiya

"In the end, which place shall we stand in this colorless world?"

Character Portrait: Jeanne Petite Laurent
Jeanne Petite Laurent

"en poussiere; tu retourneras en poussiere."

Character Portrait: Ito Akihiko
Ito Akihiko

"We were asked who we want to be, then told who not to be"

Character Portrait: Yeong-ji I. Kühn
Yeong-ji I. Kühn

i've been trying to convince my shadow that i am someone worth following. - r.f.

Character Portrait: Sven Gundersen
Sven Gundersen

"En ivrig vits er sterkere enn noen muskler."

Character Portrait: Chiba Satoshi
Chiba Satoshi

"What's the point in friendship if everyone leaves eventually?"

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Yeong-ji I. Kühn
Yeong-ji I. Kühn

i've been trying to convince my shadow that i am someone worth following. - r.f.

Character Portrait: Sven Gundersen
Sven Gundersen

"En ivrig vits er sterkere enn noen muskler."

Character Portrait: Jeanne Petite Laurent
Jeanne Petite Laurent

"en poussiere; tu retourneras en poussiere."

Character Portrait: Kaneshiro Mikiya
Kaneshiro Mikiya

"In the end, which place shall we stand in this colorless world?"

Character Portrait: Ito Akihiko
Ito Akihiko

"We were asked who we want to be, then told who not to be"

Character Portrait: Chiba Satoshi
Chiba Satoshi

"What's the point in friendship if everyone leaves eventually?"


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