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Synthia Faye

"I'm surrounded by idiots."

744 views · last seen in California's Academy for Superhuman Children
a character in “The Special Ones”, as played by Layla

Description




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Water Me by FKA Twigs || First days of spring by Noah and the whale || Kill Me by The Pretty Reckless




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[ Full Name ]
Synthia Aurore Faye

[ Meaning of Name ]
A variant of the Greek, Kynthia, the name was once an epithet for the Goddess of the moon, Artemis, who was born with her twin brother, Apollo, on the Mount Kynthos.

The transposition of capitals, from its typical C to S, was a misspelling etched indelibly onto her birth certificate, but one that proved quite prophetic. “Synth" might one day become the colloquial enunciation for artificial intelligence. Perhaps advanced AI will emerge from Synthia herself.

[ Nicknames ]
Synthetic || The name she’s currently known by in the digital world, after her previous pseudo, Syphon, was discovered by U.S. government intelligence agencies. Synthetic is an infamous cyber criminal various governments and intelligence agencies have been endeavouring to capture.

It is quite a marvel that they haven’t connected the hacker to Synthia Faye, considering the minuscule shifts in syllables she employed in her disguise. Quite frankly, Synthia was hoping for the thrill of near capture.

Synth || Only by the laziest of people and the closest of friends.

[ Gender ]
Female

[ Age ]
18

[ Date of Birth ]
9th of September

[ Zodiac ]
Virgo





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[ Sexual Orientation ]
Biromantic || Demisexual

[ Relationship Status ]
Single

[ Sexually Active ]
No. She spent sex ed trying to hack into the Reserve Bank.

[ Relationship History ]
Her dearest bonds involve those between her and her computers, her and coffee, and her with a burrito. Sometimes five.

[ Virgin ]
No




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[ Powers ]
Superintelligence || There are perhaps no adequate tests that might determine the true extent of Synth's Intelligence Quotient. She possesses enhanced reasoning, assimilating and problem-solving skills. Her higher mental faculties are greater than that of any average, or even atypical, human, articulated through a superior learning capacity, a powerful memory and an almost mechanic calculative efficiency.

Cyberkinesis || A sub-type of science manipulation, cyberkinesis enables its user to manipulate technology and technological constructs, from your everyday vacuum cleaner or camera, to supercomputers and robots. The ability appears to stem from a merging of telekinesis and electrical manipulation, allowing Synthia to communicate with digital data and manoeuvre, assemble and disengage machines at will. She can also syphon energy from technology, but large amounts of it can be toxic to her body, leading to short-term game but delayed nausea and extreme temperatures. In essence, Synthia appears to be the highest supercomputer in existence, a machine in her own right. Or its.

[ Limitations ]
Superintelligence || Whilst she possesses superior knowledge and intelligence, Synthia cannot know what she cannot know. Her conclusions derive from observations, her encyclopaedic knowledge from texts and people. She knows nothing of the invisible and what cannot be learned. So entranced is she by logic, that she might neglect actions that deems unreasonable, allowing her to be caught off guard. Her enhanced intelligence does not appear to encompass interpersonal relations. She struggles most with simple discussions, as her mind seems to enjoy complicating everything.

Cyberkinesis || She cannot inhabit machines, as some technology possessionists might be able to. The more complicated the algorithm of the piece of technology, the harder it is for her to manipulate using cyberkinesis alone. When she connects with a machine, she offers it a part of her own consciousness, and can often become unaware of the world around her. Contrary to popular belief, she cannot, in fact, control electricity, and thus can only control machines that have current running through them. This does not encompass machines that are simply turned off, as she can easily switch them on, but only if there is a latent energy source.

[ Strengths ]
Synthia's possibly one of the world's neatest, most organised and time-effective individuals. She is an extremely devoted and focused individual, and can concentrate on one thing for hours, days and months on end if it interests her. Although no one would accuse Synthia of being athletic, she is a remarkably good dancer and does have a remarkably strong endurance, both physical and mental, from years of fussing over problems humanity had deemed unsolvable. This contributes to her high pain threshold. She is extremely perceptive and observes what no one must. Despite her poor social skills, she is extremely witty and enjoys battles of dry humour and sarcasm. There're very few people as honest as Synthia, and thank the heavens for it, as she is a little too blunt. She has an enduring love of books and mastered speed-reading at an early age. Related to cyberkinesis, she also has an affinity for tweaking and fixing cars, but frankly, she enjoys fixing anything. For someone who is seen so little outside of her lab, she has remarkably good fashion sense. She has a natural gift for singing.

[ Weaknesses ]
Whilst Synthia possesses infinite patience for machines, the opposite is true for her interactions with humans. She has appallingly bad interpersonal skills. Although she understands human nature in theory, in practice, it is entirely different. Besides dance, her artistic abilities are close to gnat, outside of her ability to sing. She has the physical prowess of a spoon, and is about just as helpful in a fight. Her diet consists of pizza, soda and more often, nothing at all since she conceives eating to be a pleasant waste of time, so it comes at no surprise that she possesses the remarkable ability to set the house on fire with her cooking skills.




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[ Height ]
166cm || 5'5"

[ Weight ]
55kg || 121lbs

[ Body Build ]
Slim || Hourglass

[ Eye Colour ]
Sea green

[ Skin Tone ]
Tanned || Synth is a quarter aboriginal Australian

[ Glasses ]
She has a mild case of hyperopia and owns a pair of anti-glare, black-rimmed spectacles she wears sometimes when she's working.

[ Distinguishing Marks ]
Pale lines encircle her fingers like a dozen rings, burns from tech and cigarettes peppering her arms like stains from an artists' brush. Her knees tell of fallen bike rides, violent skids across a pavement and nudges from hard sand. A cut edges the side of her neck, stopping inches from her jugular and dimples reveal themselves in her fleeting smiles.

[ Hair Colour ]
Caramel blonde

[ Type of hair ]
Soft || Wispy || Wavy

[ Hairstyle ]
Her hair is the shortest it's been in many years, due to a recent incident concerning a small fire spurned by curiosity and a few volatile chemical elements. Her hair is very gently waved and falls to her mid-back. She often has it tied in a ponytail or messy bun to keep it out of her way when she's working.

[ Physical Disabilities ]
Myasthenia Gravis || A neuromuscular disease involving muscle weaknessand fatigue, this incurable illness is one she has only recently been diagnosed with. She noticed the presence of the disease last year, when it became nearly impossible for her to work for extended periods of time without experiencing drooping eyelids and double vision. She has refrained from singing because it is becoming difficult to strain her neck muscles. She has been losing some weight due to difficulties chewing. Myastenia gravis is a degenerative disease that worsens over time, until she will ultimately have difficulty breathing.

[ Style ]
Synthia is surprisingly fashionable. Her practical go-to is jeans, boots and a tank top that ends just above her hips, allowing for a slither of midriff. However, she possesses a fondness for skirts, dresses and off-the-shoulder cuts. She especially enjoys the opportunities she has to dress up in evening dresses and the like, even if she doesn't enjoy the events themselves. She can always be seen adorning a set of headphones or earphones. Her fashion could be described as leaning towards an edgy feminism.

[ Tattoos and Piercings ]
Two studs in each earlobe and three cartilage piercings in her left ear.

[ Jewellery or Accessories ]
None. Jewellery tends to have high electrical conductivity.

[ Overall Attractiveness ]
Scrawny, scraggly and dental braced, Synthia is very familiar with the awkward phase that had been she between the ages of 6-13. When puberty hit, it brought with it a preternatural ability for technology and a hidden grace. A woman's curves filled the awkward increments where a bony frame once was and suddenly, her olive skin, light hair and startling green eyes seemed hopelessly beautiful. It's a pity she cares for beauty and the opinion of others almost as much as she does for rugby, that is to say, not at all.




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[ Personality ]
Enigmatic || Witty
Bold || Brilliant || Forthright
Misanthropist || Analytical || Controlling


Give Synthia Faye the most complicated puzzle in the known world and she will solve it. Ask her to converse with another without unintentionally insulting them and she is certain to fail. Synth knows nothing of filters and expresses herself quite bluntly. She has no need for human approval, believing them to be beneath her concern. In her mindset, there is nothing a person can do that a machine cannot do better. Her mistrust and distaste of humanity stems from a lifetime - or many - of disappointments. She feels endangered in the face of another, a sentient being over whom she has no control or genuine understanding.

However, that is not to say she does not interact with others at all. She does. To tell them their flaws, offer a blunt observation and shower them with enough sarcasm to ensure they will be adequately bathed and chastised for a year. Her affinity for technology and enhanced intelligence has always set her apart from others, who often struggle to comprehend her train of thought. It's no matter, because she was made to advance humankind, not to make friends.

She has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and is interested in many things. However, she often knows many of the things already and can be quite bored. Because of this, she often seeks the thrill, even if her enduring rationality warns her otherwise. She understands the world by numbers and if the odds are in her favour, be it by 1 or 2 percentiles, she will consider it good enough.

Synthia is a mystery. Reserved and elusive, there're few, if any, who see her for who she really is. A girl who seems more machine than human.




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[ Likes ]
Synth has an odd love for bright lights and things like sparkle. It is this, perhaps, that feeds her love of astronomy. There was a time when that was the career path she hoped to pursue, before everything else got in the way. She is afraid of the dark, but finds solace in night skies, because darkness shows the stars. Whilst she seems the sort to care not for aesthetics, and for the most part she doesn't, she does love pretty clothes, for how it reminds her of her mother. The only pleasure humanity can bring her is when she finds one able to join her in a conversational spar, overflowing with wit and backhanded compliments. It goes without saying that Synthia loves food and would spend all her hours eating if she didn't consider it a pleasant waste of time. She loves music more than most anything, and can always be found listening to something or rather, sometimes even dancing to it.

[ Dislikes ]
Sure, there're a lot of things Synthia likes. The keyword being things. She frankly has no interest in sentient beings and would sooner confide in Siri than a counsellor. Humanity is a wild, reckless thing, whose stupidity no science can meaningfully articulate. She can scarcely understand them, so why would she trust them? She hates silence; the stillness when her fingers have run out of programs to code; the emptiness when she can't preoccupy her mind, and it comes to the aching knowledge that the world is a lonely place. There're more superficial disdains, of course. She hates the cold - though she's always wanted to see snow - but unfortunately for her, she has a body that repels warmth. Her hands are always icy. She doesn't appreciate being told what to do and will go out of her way to rebel. Synth can't claim a love of surprises, either, parties or large crowds. Branching from her disdain for losing control and brain cells, for that matter, she avoids alcohol and mind-altering substances.

[ Favourite Colour ]
Midnight blue

[ Least Favourite Colour ]
Grey

[ Favourite Music ]
Anything and everything. It's rare to find Synth not listening to something or rather, though she has a particular love of hip hop - rap, specifically - for the opportunities it offers in dance, RnB, rock, indie rock, neo-classicism and jazz.

The Pretty Reckless || Angus and Julia Stone || FKA Twigs || Kanye West || D'Angelo || Ella Fitzgerald || Florence and the Machine || Halsey

[ Favourite Food ]
Snickerdoodles

[ Least Favourite Food ]
Tuna

[ Favourite Literature ]
The Theory of Everything: The Origin and Fate of the Universe || Stephen Hawking
Power/Knowledge: Selected Interviews and Other Writings 1972-1977 || Michael Foucault
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy || Douglas Adams

[ Least Favourite Literature ]
Fifty Shades of Grey || E. L. James (Note: It was a moment of desperation and immutable boredom)
How to Win Friends and Influence People || Dale Carnegie

[ Favourite Form of Entertainment ]
Books

[ Most Prized Possession ]
Skywatcher SW102 Terrestrial Refractor Telescope

[ Fears ]
Darkness || No one must ever know the infamous Synthetic, cyber-hacker extraordinaire with a heart of ice, is afraid of the dark. It is the absolute dark she fears, allowing her to harbour a fondness for the night despite her fear of the abyss.
Loss of Control || Perhaps why she obsessively learns as much as she can and avoids people at all costs - they're much harder to manipulate than machines. She fears relinquishing control and being faced with something that is unpredictable or diving into the deep end, blind.
Her disease || She fears that she will not find a cure for myasthenia gravis before it renders her incapable of movement. She fears paralysis and the possibility that she might come to rely on others. No one has been privy to her disease, as she neither needs nor wants their pity.

[ Quirks ]
Soliloquy || She has a tendency to talk to herself. Or, really, her machines. It's weird either way.
Mind-melding with machines || The electrical impulses of her brain work differently to an average human's, allowing her to control, communicate with and manipulate machines. However, to do so is to relinquish a part of her consciousness. Depending on the degree of exertion, her eyes may take a strange, fluorescent quality, her irises morphing into a multitude of incandescent colours, a swirling kaleidoscope of code. In this state, she becomes wholly oblivious to the world around her.

[ Secrets ]
Synth has too many to count, but none of which she deems to be anybody's business.

[ Musical Instrument ]
Vocals

[ Sport ]
Dance || Although athletically inadequate in nearly every other sporting are, Synth has been a dancer since a very young age.

[ Spending Habits ]
She only splurges on tech and supplies.

[ Drinks ]
Coffee, coffee and coffee.

[ Other Drugs ]
The strongest thing she's ever taken has been Panadol.




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[ Family ]
Daniel Faye || Father || 28 || Deceased
Willow Wandin || Mother || 22 || Deceased
Seaman Wandin || Maternal grandfather || 75 || Deceased
James Faye || Uncle || 41 || Alive

[ History ]
She remembers the sound of the sewing machine: the lurch of the wheel, the dry swish of her mother's hands against the cool metal and the snip of scissors as she sliced them through cloth. She remembers the small house pressed between olive green and warm amber trees, and the red cedar that was big enough for her to climb. Wangaratta had been a quiet town in countryside Victoria, Australia, so bare of technology that Synthia could've counted every phone in the vicinity with her fingers alone.

There had been no toys save the rocks she and the children collected, no games except the lines they etched with sticks in dirt. It hadn't mattered that they were poor or that she couldn't hear the comforting hum of machines everywhere she went. It had been hard to miss something she'd never known.

In the beginning, her family were as perfect as families came, even though her mother had her young, at the age of 17 and she didn't know her father. The role was filled by her mother's instead, grandpapi was her Seashell, because he sang the ocean into her ears. He'd been a Gunaikurnai elder and the most respected man in their community. It was a wonderful 5 years she had. Full of icypoles and children who could run anywhere they wanted, because the world was infinite, the stretch between home and the Gippsland Lakes, an eternity.

She remembers when her mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 liver Cancer. She hadn't understood what it meant then and looking back, she wishes she'd demanded a book on helping Cancer patients survive their ordeal. Or leave peacefully. She wishes she'd demanded an encyclopaedia. The Internet. Anything at all so she might've been useful, even if little girls couldn't cure Cancer, even if she couldn't, still.

Her mother took the dreams with her. Home became a parched land. It was always muddy, or so dry the earth scorched her feet. She didn't understand how she'd imagined beauty in a town, in a country and world so infinitely dismal. She'd always loved the stars, but it was then that her love of astronomy flourished. She had liked to look outside of herself. Outside of them all. To know that they were merely specks, pinpricks in a world bigger than them all. She'd liked feeling insignificant, she likes it still, because it is easier to be nothing, than almost.

Her grandpapi took good care of her for a while. But she learned soon enough that the human body was made to shrivel, made to disintegrate and return to the earth. She remembers how the earth had protested. It had been the driest month in years and the ground refused to part. She thought it'd been a good thing, for she had not wished to part with her grandfather either. But all the men drove their shovels in the dirt, and the last person who cared was lowered into the earth.

The summons came abruptly from the space she'd thought a void, from her father's brother. She learned her father had returned to the earth not long before her ma and she was whisked away to join her uncle in America. She discovered he was the Founder and CEO of the world's leading artificial intelligence and advanced technology company, Hadron. The first few weeks had been a dream and she the princess. But she learned, soon enough, that happiness is even more fragile than the human body.

She remembers the darkness of the cupboard, the way the floorboards would creak when her uncle approached. She remembers praying, and it seems stupid now. But she remembers the creaking hinges when he jerked the door open. She remembers a burning scalp when his fists curled in her hair, and the taste of blood on her tongue, where her mother's snickerdoodle treats used to rest.

She'd always been smart - even before the powers, the strange incidents she tried to hide - but she'd raced through books and years and grades then. Anything to get away from the silence, the waiting, the anticipation that her uncle would snap tomorrow, if not today. Classes in school had been easy, but the spaces in between were not. The students didn't like her at all. Too smart for her own good, they said. Charity case. It didn't matter. She graduated top of her class, three years before anyone else. Harvard University opened her doors to her and her uncle let her go with the promise that she would return and serve Hadron.

It hadn't alarmed her at first. So she was smart. She'd been identified as extraordinarily gifted, but she'd never realised just how extra-ordinary she was. Not until her first semester in Harvard and a proxy virus scrambled her hard work. It had rearranged and rebooted itself with a single vehement thought. She tossed it aside as a fluke, but strange things continued to happen. The graze of her fingers across a library computer resulted in a flood of information into her mind and a weary day led to a jolt of energy syphoned from an engineer's robotic prototype.

Synth is anything but a fool. She hid her powers well, honing them in quiet. She feared her For 391 days, she remained hidden, that is until a small incident involving a slight breach - and very gentle scrambling - of the United States' Government's data that might, or might not have been her doing. She'd been hunted down and whisked away soon after that and has since been in the Academy for the past two years.



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[ Hex Colour ]
#8BB381

[ Timezone ]
AEDT

[ Played By ]
Layla



So begins...

Synthia Faye's Story

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Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye
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T H E - D A R K N E S S






H E X C O D E
#B70909

O U T F I T
Classy

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Old Time Rock and Roll



Landon had been party hopping all night. He made sure to make an appearance at a majority of the different little dorm parties that flooded the dormitory. It was obvious that it had just became midnight when everyone was making more noise than they already were and started grabbing whoever was closest, planting a wet one on one another. There were a couple cuties around him that were giving him the eye but he had something way more fun in mind they sharing his New Year's kiss with a random girl. Not that he wouldn't enjoy kissing them but he didn't want to lead anyone on. Deciding it was time for him to leave the crowd, he grabbed a red solo cup of mystery alcohol, chugging it's contents as he moved down the hall.

Landon tossed his cup in the trash near the stairs before heading up to the next floor. He grabbed hold of the banister, whipping himself around the landing, skipping every other step as he ascended the stairs. He was slightly surprised at how quiet the floor was. But then he realized that Synthia probably threatened everyone with a lifetime of school debt or something if they were too loud. The thought made him chuckle to himself as he headed down the corridor.

The only sound that could be heard was the clicking of his dress shoes on the tile floor. He smirked to himself when he noticed their door was open before he was in their sight. Being the peacock trickster he is, Landon pulled out his phone and began to play Old Time Rock and Roll. Just like Tom Cruise in Risk Business, he slid on the tile coming to a stop in Synthia's and Spencer's doorway. He then spun around to face them, flipping the sides of his blazer back as he strutted towards them. Moving towards them like he was in Saturday Night Fever, he bobbed his head side to side while mouthing the words to the song.

When the song came to an end Landon posed like he was dancing disco. He held the pose for a second or 2 before cracking up laughing, and plopping down on Spencer's bed. He did always like to make an entrance... At least he thought he was humorous. "So I realized that Hey, it's a New Year now. And I had some girls eyeing me, wanting me to be their New Year kiss. But being the gentleman I am," He put his hand to his chest trying to seem as sincere as he could be, "I had to save that pleasure for the one girl in my life..." He was looking at Spencer, but cocked his head towards Synthia with a mischievous grin. She always hated it whenever Landon tried flirting with her, which made him enjoy it that much more. "So what do you say baby? Plant one on me!"



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H E X C O D E
#E78E8E

O U T F I T
Elegant/Modest

S O N G
Cut



Gisele arrived much later than she had planned due to the snow. It wouldn't have been such a terrible drive if her mother would have let her get the SUV she wanted instead of a freaking Porsche. She hated how her mother shoved her wealth down her throat. She let out a sigh of relief as she parked her car and shut off the engine. It was like ESP or something because the second she removed the keys her phone began to ring. She bite the finger of her glove, pulling her hand out of the fabric so she could answer it, "Hello?... Yeah Mom I got here fine... er, Genova." She sighed. She had a horrible relationship with her mom, if you could even call it a relationship. The woman didn't even let Gisele call her mom and the last time they saw each other was shortly after her Father's death. "...I'll be fine... Yes! I can control myself Mother!" Her mom knew nothing about her except the fact that she spent the last 3 years in rehab. She didn't even care about her issues, she cared about the image it made on her fashion brand and life. Her Mother saw her as a burden and free advertisement... not a daughter. "Why do you care!?... That's right because you don't!... I'm on the other side of the world, be happy... Stop lying to me. I'm not a child anymore... Whatever. Bye Genova."

Gisele threw her phone into her purse, before slamming her hand into her steering wheel. The impact made her alarm begin to go off. "Oh shit!" Her hands fumbled around with the keys for a few seconds until she finally turned the alarm off. With a sigh she rested her head back against the head rest trying not to cry. After a second or 2, she brought her hands up to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, grabbed her purse and got out of her car. She nearly slipped once she stepped out in the snow, grabbing the car door with her hands. "Fucking heels..." Her Mother always insisted Gisele dress her best, and her best was always clothes from her Mother's line. Free advertisement. Once she regained her balanced, she grabbed her suitcase and headed inside.

It hit her like a wave. All the voices, real and mental bombarded her mind as she walked through the halls tugging her suitcase behind her while adjusting her duffle bag that rested on her shoulder. If her Mother wasn't so complicated she would have just stayed at school over the holiday break but she had to go to Paris. Even though she saw her mother not once the entire time she was there. Just a waste of time. It must have just turned midnight when she entered because people were kissing everywhere. It took all her concentration to weave through the masses of students without getting knocked over or whatever else, while juggling all the noises in her head. But when she heard one thought she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes locked on a male a few feet in front of her who was obviously drunk. But he licked and bit his lip at her as he began to stride towards her. She sighed and rolled her eyes. He wanted her to be his first kiss for the year and she was not feeling that at all. She smirked as she spoke to him through his mind, If you even attempt to kiss me I'll tell every girl at this school how small your dick really is. He took the hint well because he quickly turned the other way, stumbling through the crowd to get away from Gisele. She wasn't a mean person like that usually but she wasn't in the mood to deal with this type of crowd.

She wanted to jump for joy when she noticed she had reached her room. Gisele quickly recovered her key from her pocket and unlocked the door. She tugged her suitcase inside, pushing it aside before practically slamming the door shut. She rested her palms against the door, then her forehead letting out a sigh of relief. Some quiet. She turned around, leaning her back against the door, allowing her body to slowly slide down it until she was sitting on the ground.

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Character Portrait: Samuel Drake Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye
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      XXXFlames devoured the string and the sky shattered.
      XXXColours fractured in a stream of sodium nitrate that rattled the earth. The girl felt its vibrations in her mind, as tendrils of news feeds, phones and cameras grasped the neurons of her brain. Countless of New Year's fireworks erupted around the world; 357 in New York City alone.
      XXXPerhaps that was why Synthia Aurore Faye had been one of the only students in all of the Academy who'd chosen not to partake in the New Year's festivities or its rapid exchange of texts and calls. "Happy new year!!! xx," declared a number in Singapore, and "I want a divorce," in Southeast Durham. There was no need, when she had every telegraphed event unfurling in her mind.
      XXXThe Internet permeated the room. Its soft, fuzzy essence akin to micro-thin strips of velvet that wove through her and around her. It demanded her attention, coils of information shifting at hundredths of a nanosecond. She'd been mesmerised by the fireworks at first, having an enduring love of bright lights, but even her great devotion could not protect her from its epileptic qualities. This coupled with the wail of humanity as it applauded the demise of the past and the beginning of a new calendar was frankly, quite nauseating.
      XXXAt least, that might have been the excuse she'd have provided, if she'd cared enough, or cared at all. And if she'd actually been desperate enough to choose the company of flesh and bone over that of oil and metal.
      XXXMetal was predictable. It collapsed when melted, bent when struck, screeched when scratched and fell when dropped.
      XXXHere the mortals flew; they walked through walls and played with fire. They pulled the darkness like toffee in their hands, made stable atoms rattle and defied the laws of physics.
      XXXLike she'd admitted before: nauseating.
      XXXA ping leaped into the forefront of her consciousness.
      XXX"What are you two dick wads doing?"
      XXXMessage delivered to Testicle #1 and Testicle #2.
      XXXLovely.
      XXXSo the school cyberkinetic kept tabs on Samuel Drake's comings and goings. It was not the most scandalous of events. Honestly, she kept track of everyone, but it was particularly important to note the whereabouts of her super-fast lackey. He should be flattered she'd bothered to at all.
      XXXShe Logged Out, retreating from the cyberspace as much as someone inexorably latched to it could. It chattered in the back of her mind like the muddled roar of a school cafeteria.
      XXXThe whirling periwinkle hiss of her irises climbed to a halt, its fluorescent timbre returning to its pale sea green. Her bedroom ceiling swam into focus. She saw a small fracture emerging from the upper corner. The flaw had irked her to no end when she'd first spotted it this morning, but Synthia had no time to garner sustenance, much less repair a roof. She blinked, and an email was sent to the Academy's building and maintenance department.
      XXXShe sat up slowly, but still her vision pitched into darkness for a momentary lapse. Her heart lurched and she swayed, but it was gone in moments as her sight corrected itself. It often had to after some time on the Other Side. She pressed a hand to her forehead, brows furrowing involuntarily at the confusion that pulsed there. She didn't recall walking to her room.
      XXXIt was no surprise. She didn't understand why she was surprised. The Realities blurred at times in a whirlwind of colour and touch, until she failed to realise what was Here - with its tangible limbs and dimensional bodies - and what was There - kaleidoscope paths and infinite knowledge.
      XXXMinimal learning had been done today. The Internet was virtually uninhabitable on days like these, when all the world could do was be merry and drunk and useless.
      XXX"...wanting me to be their New Year kiss," came the echoes of a low voice. It flowed like molten gold, dark and familiar. Dangerous. Her head jerked towards the sound just in time to see Landon inhabit Spencer's bed. The sight renewed the darkness in the fringes of her vision. She almost wished it would devour her. Anything, if it meant she did not have to witness what was surely about to ensue.
      XXXThe knowledge that they might have been here as she laid in Standby irked her. How long had he been standing there, watching?
      XXX"But being the gentleman I am, I had to save that pleasure for the one girl in my life." Landon leaned in close to Synthia's roommate. Coils of sun-kissed hair veiled her face, shifting as she seemed to gravitate towards Landon, almost by instinct. She did not miss the mischief in his green eyes, several shades darker than her own, and warmer, instead of hers that veered towards icy blue and stormy grey between the hours and minutes. Heat rose on Synthia's cheeks, but she demanded that the warmth retread. She would not be embarrassed by two people with the hormonal drives to rival that of pubescent teens.
      XXX"So what do you say baby? Plant one on me!" Landon implored.
      XXXThough his words were spoken in Spencer's vicinity, Synthia responded.
      XXX"Mmm," she began, her voice the breathless rasp of a cool wind, as if her vocal cords were not used to speaking. "Herpes. Delicious."
      XXXSynthia tucked her caramel hair behind her left ear, revealing five gleaming loops of silver. The piercings were likely the greatest impulse and lack of rationale the hacker had ever shown. She met Spencer's azure gaze, her face an expressionless mask. I neglect to be impressed, it seemed to say. You might choose to do better than Landon Blackwood, the Academy troublemaker. She might have quirked a brow, but she did not, and even that seemed a proclamation in itself. In this moment in time, Spencer was not worthy of a brow lift and Landon was not worthy of a glance.
      XXXShe stood from her bed - crisp white and impersonal - and waved a finger at her automatic closet doors. They slid open with a soft hiss and she bent to lift a set of dark stockings from its depths, set beside a navy blue. Colour coordinated and organised by type, for greatest efficiency and minimal time wastage. She tucked her toes into the stocking and pulled them over her legs with a languid grace.
      XXX"Perhaps you should retrieve video evidence of Blackwood's devotion to you, Spencer. Much and many can be done between midnight and-" she cocked her head, accessing the mean time "-12:11, especially considering Landon's stamina." Finally, she turned her gaze to Landon, a look of feigned curiosity poised on her face as she tapped her chin with a finger. "What was it the last time? 1 minute and 51 seconds? Congratulations. I believe that's a new record."
      XXXShe took her sweet time pulling her stockings over her skin. If she had to leave her bedroom so the beasts could fornicate on New Year's night, she would make it as painfully inconvenient for them as humanly possible. Nobody had ever accused Synthia Faye of being overly considerate.
      XXXGood.

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"Seventy four.....seventy five....seventy six.....seventy seven...." Chris counted out as he lifted the weights in the training area. He was alone with everyone else doing whatever it is everyone else is doing. He didn't really care that much for holidays like New Years. It was just another year down, he didn't get what's to celebrate about that. But whatever. He lifted the inhumanly weights up, and down, showing off his great strength. He liked testing the limits of his strength like this. It's fun have incredible strength like this. As he was nearing the mid eighties he was interrupted by a text.

He sighed as he placed the weight down. He had hoped to reach a hundred before he left. Didn't like that was going to happen. He looked at his phone, and saw it was message to see it was from Mei. He took a deep breath in, and exhaled before he replied. He stretched out his fingers, and then picked up the phone.
[To: Mei]
[Working out shirts on fyi]

He quickly replied back. He put down the phone as soon as it was sent, trying not to accidentally zap it. He didn't want to go through another lecture from Synth, and her calling him a brute for braking so many electronics.

Once he got done gathering his stuff he returned to his room. And Landon wasn't there. Probably with his girlfriend or whatever the hell they label each other. They spend so much time together they are just boyfriend, and girlfriend in his book no matter what they say. He didn't really mind it. Though he was a little jealous that he couldn't get any. But he was glad that they go over to her room rather than come over here. That's what Synth gets for lecturing him so much.

He sat down on his bed, and pulled out his phone. Might as well she what Miss Third Wheel is doing while he thought of her.
[To: Future Overlord]
[Hows third wheeling going? They there right? Does the damsel need rescue? Wanna do somethin?]

He figured he'd be nice, and rescue the damsel in distress. Plus he enjoyed spending time with her. She was his oldest friend her at the academy. Well, as close as Synth comes to having friends he guesses. He put his phone down on the nightstand, and laid back on the bed. He grabbed one of his favorite books, Dune, and began reading to pass the time.

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"Mmm... Herpes. Delicious." Landon chuckled as he scooted off the bed and moved over towards Synthia. He leaned his right arm against the wall next to her closet. glancing down towards her as she gathered her things... or whatever she was doing. "Just because I enjoy pleasures of the flesh, doesn't mean I'm a man whore and diseased, thank you. Plus... I wasn't talking about Spencer, smart ass." He took a slight step closer to her, smirking down at her, "I was talking about you." He glanced over at Spence, giving her a wink. Being his best friend, she probably knew exactly what he was doing. He loved pushing Synth's buttons because he could. Plus they sort of had a love hate relationship. He loved how much she hated him, but deep down they're sort of friends. "Isn't it obvious that your the only one for me?"

Landon glanced from her closet to her, she was probably preparing herself to leave the room. But he honestly just more or less came to hang out, sex wasn't the motive... Entirely. "So what do ya say darlin'? If there was ever a time for your black heart to open up to me it'd be now.... Just one kiss?" Then his mischievous grin turned more menacing, "Or better yet... Hit me! Yell at me! Walk away! I love it when you play hard to get. I enjoy the chase!"

Landon raised a brow as Synth spoke. "Perhaps you should retrieve video evidence of Blackwood's devotion to you, Spencer. Much and many can be done between midnight and-... 12:11, especially considering Landon's stamina. What was it the last time? 1 minute and 51 seconds? Congratulations. I believe that's a new record." He shook his head while laughing weakly. "Last time I checked, I last at least a good 2 minutes, ok?" He put out his hand in a calm the hell down manner. He was clearly just playing along with her snide comments. He wasn't going to go on the whiny defensive like most guys. He knew how he was in the sack and didn't feel the need to defend it. "Plus, how would you even know cupcake? Unless you were observing or participating you would have no clue the extent of my stamina... See this," He ran his hand down his chest, "Is all flesh. Pure, non-hackable flesh. If you wanna know its secrets you gotta explore it yourself."

His eyes glanced down as Synthia began to pull up her stockings. He bit his lip shaking his head. "Now that," He pointed down at what she was doing, "That's mean." He shook his head again with a grunt before walking over to Spencer's desk. He removed his jacket, and laid it over the back of the chair. He pulled the chair out, throwing his leg over the seat so he was sitting on it backwards. He then crossed his arms and rested them on the back of the chair. "So Spence... Did the Terminator over here give you a New Year's kiss?" He nodded his head towards Synth when he called her a robot.




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Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?



"Are you okay? Rough journey?" Gisele didn't even notice that Aislinn was in their room. Of course she should have known that, neither one of them was the partying type. "Oh hey Ash... Didn't see you there." She reached her hands down to grab her shoes by the 4in heels, yanked them off and threw them on her bed. She sighed, pushing off the ground to stand up. She grabbed her suitcase and duffle bag, putting them on her bed and decided to unpack while she recapped to her best friend about what all went down.

"Well... I went to Paris, which you already knew, but of course the she devil couldn't carve out one single day to be with me!" It was obvious she was upset because she began to unpack her things viciously. "So I traveled halfway around the world to spend Christmas in a hotel room with pay per view and Godiva. Which reminds me," She grabs a decent sized wrapped present from inside her suitcase and walked over to Ash, holding out the gift. "Merry Christmas!" Inside was Godiva, because let's be honest no women says no to chocolate, and a couple dresses she bought while in Paris. She gave her friend a hug before moving back over to her bags. "So then she pretends to care about me driving in the snow. Which wouldn't be a problem in the first place if she realized that having a Porsche at my age is retarded. All the car is good for is attention... Which I don't like."

She was rambling. She did this when she was upset and Ash knew this. But Gisele knew her friend would listen to her complaints considering she couldn't call her while she was in Paris. International calls cost a fortune. "But she wasn't even worried about me driving in the snow in a god damn Porsche!" She sat down on the foot of her bed with a sigh, "She wanted to make sure I wouldn't regress being around everyone partying and celebrating New Year's. She thinks I can't control myself since I had to go to rehab and everything.... That's why she made me come to Paris. Not to see me. But because she couldn't trust me to take care of myself and not slip back into the hole that was my former self... And, I come back to a tsunami of noise in my head and a drunk trying to kiss me at midnight." With a sigh, she lightly slapped her hands on her legs, smiling slightly towards her friend, "Alright. I'm done venting." She laughed softly.

Gisele's gaze moved past Ash to look out the window and saw that it was still snowing pretty heavily. Then it hit her. She quickly jumped up from her bed and walked over to her roomie, "Why don't we have our own lame PG fun tonight!" She held out her hand in an over dramatic fashion, "Be the Elsa to my Anna... And let's go build a snow man!" Gisele had a slight obsession when it came to Disney, that's all she watched while she was in rehab because who doesn't love Disney. She didn't wait for Ash's response before she hurried over to her wardrobe and began to pull out more winter appropriate clothing. "It snows maybe one day a year here. Let's make the best of it!" She had no issue changing her clothes in front of Ash, they'd done it hundreds of times. But the idea of playing out in the snow like she was a kid made her happy. Plus it'd give her a chance to get away from the parties and noise that was slowly giving her a headache.

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Spencer stayed quiet and just observed her roommate and best friend argue/flirt with each other. She actually wished she had popcorn to properly enjoy what was taking place. The jabs they made at each other just made Spencer want to tell them to just fuck already but she actually watched her tongue. Mostly because she wanted to see where this would go.

"Perhaps you should retrieve video evidence of Blackwood's devotion to you, Spencer. Much and many can be done between midnight and-... 12:11, especially considering Landon's stamina. What was it the last time? 1 minute and 51 seconds? Congratulations. I believe that's a new record." Spencer could help but snort a laugh at the jab made at Landon's pride. And of course, her best friend had to redeem himself the best way he saw fit.

"Last time I checked, I last at least a good 2 minutes, ok?" Spencer rolled her eyes and let him continue. "Plus, how would you even know cupcake? Unless you were observing or participating you would have no clue the extent of my stamina... See this," He ran his hand down his chest, "Is all flesh. Pure, non-hackable flesh. If you wanna know its secrets you gotta explore it yourself." Now Spencer was really laughing.

"A whole 2 minutes, Blackwood? Now that's you're longest yet. I must not have been using my powers." She teased him. "And I'm sure she doesn't want my sloppy seconds. And besides..." She put a hand around his neck for show and leaned in close but her gaze stayed on Synthia and her stockings. "Nothing beats the touch of a woman..." She laughed and pushed him away and let him make a comment on her stockings. "He's right. It's not fair." She pouted her lips at her.

Landon left to Spencer's desk and sat himself on the seat backwards with his arms crossed. Spencer got out of her bed too but made her way over to Synthia's bed while Landon made a comment. "So Spence... Did the Terminator over here give you a New Year's kiss?" Spencer threw herself next to Synthia and laid on her side in a provocative manner just to spite her. "You know... She actually hasn't and that really hurts my feelings, sweetheart. I think you should plant one on me to make this year truly great." She winked at Synth.

All of a sudden, Spencer caught sight of her brother suddenly standing up. She'd actually forgotten he was even in the room since he'd been so quiet but then noticed the headphones from her Xbox that he just threw on her bed. He tuned them out with video games. Of course he did... Spencer thought. Leo started booking it out the room when Spencer stopped him. "Hold up, pipsqueak." Leo stopped suddenly at the doorway. "Where's my goodbye you little shit." Leo sighed and puffed into a cloud of smoke and reappeared next to Spencer and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye, big shit." Spencer laughed and he disappeared as a puff of smoke as he teleported to wherever he was off.

"They grow up so fast." Spencer wiped away a fake tear. "Now... Where were we, sweetheart." She put a hand on Synth's leg and winked. She was fully aware she'd be taking things too far at this point but Spencer was in the mood to push buttons.

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      XXXSynthia did not allow her body to react to Landon's proximity. She remained ineffably still, her face deadpan as she flicked her gaze to his. She gave him a look of severe boredom, blinking lazily as if his very presence tired her.
      XXX"Isn't it obvious that you're the only one for me?" Landon said quietly, before launching into his seductive spiel, with a casual insult regarding the state of her cold, cold heart thrown in the midst.
      XXX"Charmed," she said simply in response, having slipped on her black stockings in the time. She did not allow herself to feel unease at Spencer's presence in the corner of her vision. Spencer likely found some strange glee in Landon's flirtations with another. Synthia would never claim to understand the girl she lived with. Spencer rendered the average human a simple equation: a mere string of additions, discrete geometries and logarithms that might be solved with a few brisk calculations.
      XXX"I love it when you play hard to get. I enjoy the chase!" said Landon. Synthia arched a brow.
      XXX"I am quite certain that is exactly what Greg Broussard told Halle Berry shortly before she filed a restraining order against him."
      XXX"See this, is all flesh," Landon murmured, his hands stroking his chest as if that might inspire a ravenous hunger in the technician. She allowed for a small yawn. "Pure, non-hackable flesh. If you wanna know its secrets you gotta explore it yourself."
      XXXShe gave a sagely nod, head quirked as if considering his proposal.
      XXX"Of course," she agreed. "Were you suggesting a computer tomography scan or an MRI? A magnetic resonance imaging test might similarly unveil the mysteries of your 'non-hackable flesh.'" She leaned against her closet, arms crossed leisurely over her chest, and though he was taller than her, she seemed to stare down at him with an upturned nose. "But really I had merely planned for an autopsy."
      XXXShe ignored Landon's gaze as it travelled lower down her body. "That's mean," he whispered, eyes dark as his lashes cast long shadows along his cheekbones. She stilled her breath to halt the exhalation that threatened her lungs when Landon eased away from her.
      XXX"So Spence," he called out. "Did the Terminator over here give you a New Year's kiss?"
      XXX"I really prefer the term Skynet," she said drily.
      XXXAs if she'd summoned him, the person who'd given her the nickname years prior leapt into the forefront of her consciousness. She saw the text as if it were superimposed over Landon's chest, where her eyes were almost level.
      XXX

      [ From: Hulking Brute ]
      Hows third wheeling going? They there right? Does the damsel need rescue? Wanna do something?

      XXXSynthia considered it. She could stay here and witness two adolescents leap into a bed of sexual sin or she could brave the bulk of Christopher Flynn. There was her lab, of course, but there was frankly little that could be done when new year fireworks and its drunken escapades saturated her mind.
      XXX

      [ To: Hulking Brute ]
      Sure.

      XXXIt took a bat of her lashes to launch the message onto the network. It was assumed that he would either come to retrieve her or reveal his own coordinates. That she'd bothered to articulate four alphabets at all instead of her usual, "k," indicated that she was particularly amiable today, or so disgusted by Spencer and Landon that even Chris seemed appealing in comparison.
      XXXOf all the people in the Academy, Chris was likely the one who understood her most, having known her for the longest apart from the Adams twins, half of whom loathed her more than the sum of every person he disliked combined. It was hard to believe they'd ever held a tentative truce.
      XXX"You know," Spencer purred, returning Synthia to the room. "She actually hasn't and that really hurts my feelings, sweetheart. I think you should plant one on me to make this year truly great."
      XXXSuddenly, Spencer jerked upright. Synthia caught sight of the young, dark-haired boy then. It unnerved her to think she hadn't seen him. He disappeared like smoke.
      XXXSynthia was almost sorry to see her coffee boy go when Spencer's hand fluttered to Synthia's thigh. The girl's hand felt impossibly warm, her fingertips soft and her pupils dilated as she stared at Synthia with a scorching intensity. The cyberkinetic's lips pressed into a disapproving line.
      XXX"My apologies, 'sweetheart'. I am afraid we must disunite to leave room for the Holy Spirit." Synthia performed the sign of the cross and lifted a hand to ward off any further advances. She took a step away from her roommate, allowing her roommate's arm to fall away. "Honestly, Spencer. What would Jesus say?"
      XXXSynthia was not remotely religious, but it seemed as good an excuse as any to be celibate. She eased towards the door and slipped out before the two could do anything else. She pressed her cold palms against burning cheeks as she sped down the hallway. It was worse when they paid her heed than when they did not. She almost missed the days when Landon's presence garnered her merely a pointed look from her roommate to vacate the premises. Time had transformed that stare into something else. Into an invitation.
      XXXAgain, nauseating.
      XXXThe cool night air breathed some of the unease from her lungs. She sent Chris her coordinates with a flick of her consciousness, as she strolled past trees hunched over her like gnarled fingers of the elderly. Fragments of Autumn leaves ghosted the ground as the last of those who held on, let go.
      XXXShe wondered if the trees cared at all that its leaves would plummet into the unknown, only to be trampled by careless boots. The justice was that humans did not fall like leaves or snow or rain. They did not unravel beautifully and their collapse was not a thing to be marvelled. They were all the same beneath the thin layers of skin that disguised them: frail and hideous.
      XXXSynthia saw the earth's carcass. She saw smoke uncoil from hundreds, thousands and millions of snarled factories, each one a smudge of dirt on her skin. She felt their machines turn and spit. She heard the cars yell, lurching and stopping in New Year's traffic. She saw the statistics as if the ocean were devouring her now.
      XXXHow ironic it was that she could control them all. That she loathed humanity for its indelible stain, but wielded the very power that would one day destroy the earth as it was presently known. How ironic, that when she'd raced through the Australian desert as a child, barefooted and weightless with her grandfather by her side, she'd promised to do better. He'd told her of the earth's sacred stories and her people's oath to protect it, and she'd condemned the people who made the machines. How ironic, that she'd become their Queen.
      XXXSynthia noticed she was shaking then and that she'd stopped. She loathed the cold, and suddenly leaving seemed a bad idea. But she hadn't been able to tolerate the tension that permeated the room she'd vacated, the spoken demands that she neither wished nor could provide. She clutched her sweater to her and turned her head towards the light, for where there was light, there was warmth. Synthia's eyes fell upon a familiar figure seated on the illuminated patio. Reed Adams.
      XXXShe turned away.

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Leo had been cooped up in Spencer's room for a long time playing video games in his pajamas. This was a pretty normal thing considering the devil's spawn, also known as Nathaniel, was his roommate and tormentor. Ever since Leo got here a few months ago, he's been hiding from Nathaniel and staying way too close to his sister. At least he tormented him less out of fear of Spencer's wrath.

He put his headphones on once Landon entered the room. He knew exactly what would come next and definitely didn't want to hear any of it. Leo continued to play video games until he feel his phone begin to buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out to read the text and his heart nearly skipped a beat.

{From: Mei♥}
Hey, where are you guys?


She texted him! It was to multiple people but she still texted him! He jumped up and responded lightning fast to her:

{To: Mei♥}
I'm coming


He threw off his headphones and ran to the door like a maniac on a mission until he heard his sister. "Hold up, pipsqueak." Leo stopped dead in his tracks right at the doorframe. He was used to the nicknames and insults by now but he still found it weird how differently they talked from one another. Spencer still held a small amount of her Birmingham accent even after coming to the states. It wasn't as strong as it used to be but it was still noticeable enough. Leo on the other hand, lost his accent and gained a subtle southern one from living in Kentucky Part of the reason why he still gets called a country hick around here.

"Where's my goodbye you little shit." She teased him with a smirk and he sighed before teleporting next to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Just like he'd been doing since she took on the 'motherly' role thanks to their flakey, drunk dad. "Goodbye, big shit." Leo teleported away with a laugh and began to teleport all throughout the school trying to find Mei until he over exhausted his powers and needed a break only to realize he had no idea where she was. Leo took out his phone and texted her while he caught his breathe.

{To: Mei♥}
Uh... Where exactly are you?

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Chris sighed when he phone dinged several times signaling that he got a couple texts. It's so annoying to respond to texts without frying the damn thing. Why can't Synth make something for him that can actually handle his power? Well, she might have if he hadn't ruined so many of her projects.
[To: Ella]
[Srry gonna hang with synth. Have fun.]

Once he replied back, and got a reply from Synth he quickly changed out of his workout clothes, and into a comfy pair of jeans. He threw on his jacket, and was out the door before long, heading to where Synth wanted to meet up at.

While it could have been a quick jolt for him to get there, but Shazaming his way around wasn't the best idea, especially to somewhere with ample amounts of things that catch on fire. It is a rather messy process. Makes him jealous of Leo's smoke teleporting thing, and Sam's speed. He wished he had something easier to control, and didn't have to feel like he was stepping on eggshells every time he touched something electrical. It was a pain. He's eighteen, his cellphone should be permanently glued to his hand, but instead he barely uses it.

Though he supposes it could be worse. He could have something that prevented him from having absolutely any human contact. Being a walking nuclear reactor, or something like that would be pretty bad. It's all about perspective. Once he got to where she told him to meet her she wasn't around. Of course. But that wasn't a problem. He knew exactly where she was. His electroreception ability allowed him to sense where she was. For most people he can't track down their individual bioelectric field, but Synth isn't like most people. Her's has a more intense look to him. He's not quite sure why. Maybe it was her connection to machines, or how in some parts her powers are somewhat similar to his in that she can absorb electricity from machines.

He soon came upon Synth, and one of the Adam twins. Reed if he wasn't mistaken. It caused him to raise a slight eyebrow. He didn't think she liked them for whatever reason. Though that could be that Synth doesn't like most people. "Hey, there you are." He greeted her with a slight smile. He looked over at Reed, and gave him a friendly nod. "Reed right? How's it going?" He asked being polite.

He turned to face Synth with an amused grin. He had been working on what to say to her since she sent him a text with a complete word. "I was kinda worried from getting a complete word. Was it that bad?" He asked followed by a slight chuckle. "God help us all on the day you decide to send a complete sentence. It'd probably be a sign of the Apocalypse." He smirked. He looked between them both, and made a clicking sound with his mouth. It felt rather tense, and awkward. "Soooo, this feels super awkward. Am I missing something?"

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      XXXShe remembered when they were good.
      XXXIt felt a lifetime ago, one lived by some children, somewhere. She was a spectator flipping through the pages of a book over and over, until its pages were so worn they tumbled from the spine.
      XXXDoe-eyed and little-exposed, she'd arrived in Southern California at the age of seven, half a world removed from where she'd been. America was not like the Australian country, where she'd once believed her small town of Wangaratta was all the world held. It had seemed infinite then.
      XXXThe teacher had assigned her to sit beside one of the Adams twins on her first day and he'd become the first person she'd noticed as a consequence. She still wasn't entirely sure which twin it had been. She hadn't asked, and if he'd said, she hadn't remembered.
      XXXShe'd liked them in the years before they'd changed. Especially Galen. But that was before the weight of expectations swallowed them whole and left paper skins in their wake.
      XXXTheir mother's death set the first bar in her iron cage. Synthia's grief had made her reckless as she scoured through countless CCTV footages, police reports, pedestrian proclamations and car plate numbers with scarcely a care for caution. Anything to find the person who'd killed Lisa, the woman who'd filled the vacancy her own mother had left when she'd departed.
      XXXShe hadn't known Lisa was the mother of the Adams twins then. It was not until she'd searched through the files that she knew and by then it had been too late. Synthia would have protected the twins, if only for Lisa, but the U.S. government did not take the hacking of its documents very well at all.
      XXXIt had been at the age of 16, on the run from the federal government and its intelligence agencies, that Synthia met Chris.
      XXXHe'd been fleeing too. And perhaps there was a bond unlike any other between allies in a fight for survival, one as immutable as it was strange. Though she was slow to trust, she'd found solace in Chris' companionship, if only because it made her think she did not that have to fight alone.
      XXXThat she would never need to be alone again.
      XXXThose months on the road had been the best times of her life. She would never admit it, for Chris' ego was a fragile thing. One wrong nudge and it would inflate in improbable proportions and explode. But it was true. She'd loved those months. There was a wild freedom in having no home and nothing to anchor you, a rare ecstasy in being removed from the laws of the sovereign. Those months had overflowed with starlit nights camping beneath the nook of trees; empty walls and no halls, just the stretch of a long road and silly conversations to pass time.
      XXXSometimes she wished the Academy had never found them.
      XXX"Hey, there you are," came a familiar voice. It was clear and resonated despite the open space. She heard his footsteps before she saw him. He walked with a certain beat, a kind of quick-quick-slow-quick step that she'd come to associate with his impending arrival. And he walked like a mountain bear. Graceless and loud.
      XXXHis teeth gleamed pearl-white and perfectly straight in the darkness when he grinned. Chris smiled with his entire body, chest lifting and eyes crinkling in a way that made lesser girls weak to their knees. Synthia had seen many fall victim to his charms in her time.
      XXX"I was kinda worried from getting a complete word. Was it that bad? God help us all on the day you decide to send a complete sentence. It'd probably be a sign of the Apocalypse," said Chris.
      XXXHumour threatened the corners of her lips as they twitched into a an approximation of a smile. A dimple that few were privy too emerged in her left cheek when she beamed. Her entire face seemed to soften, the hard lines of her stern brows relaxing and her eyes relaxing where it was usually narrowed in disapproval. Chris was one of the few people who could make the Robot smile. She seemed to have a particular love of his jokes concerning her future intent of world domination.
      XXX"Fret not. I will be sure to preserve you as my indentured slave when I raze the rest of the world and its inhabitants into the ground," she said sweetly.
      XXX"Soooo, this feels super awkward. Am I missing something?" Chris asked uncomfortably. Synthia arched a brow.
      XXX"Only our sexual tension," she responded. "Gosh, Chris. Could you not?"
      XXXShe walked without waiting for him to follow, crossing her arms over her chest to ward off some of the cold. "Let's go somewhere indoors," she said. "It's freezing." She gave him a pointed look.
      XXX"And you did not even think to bring me a blanket or coat for warmth." Synthia shook her head. "Unbelievable. It is no surprise that you're still single," she sighed. [color=#779F6D]"There, there," she said, lifting her arm to pat his head in a manner she hoped was condescending. "I am sure someone will take you when I eliminate two thirds of the world's male population. But don't get your hopes up."
      XXX

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"Why do I get the feeling that me being your slave would mean me being hooked up to some generator to power your floating castle of oppression or whatever?" He replied with a smirk, and a slight chuckle. He raised a slight eyebrow at Synth's answer to his awkward question. He knew her well enough to know when something was really bothering her. But he wasn't going to press her on it or anything, especially in front of Reed. He figured if it was important she would tell him. "Well my apologizes. I'm just getting tired of being teased." He chuckled.

As Synth left Chris turned to face Reed. "Well uh.....see ya later man." he rubbed the back of his head, and gave the guy a small awkward wave goodbye. Ugh, it was always so awkward, and uncomfortable to be left behind by Synth's bitchiness, and deal with the fall out. Though he hoped in that brief moment of time before he got there Synth didn't say something too awful to the guy. Sometimes it feels like his only job is putting out fires that she starts. "Hey Brainiac wait up!" He called out as he caught up to her.

He merely laughed at her condescending attitude. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of your intact hymen." He smirked at her comment about being single. Like she had any room to talk. Chris took off his jacket, and sighed. "Don't ever say I'm not a gentleman." He stated as he draped his jacket over her shoulders. "I hope you can appreciate the irony that YOU can't handle the cold. Wuss." He smirked. "We've dealt with waaaaayyyyyyy colder nights than this before." He pointed out. It was so much colder than this during the nights back in Massachusetts, and the east coast.

He walked forward a bit ahead of him, and turned around to face her as he walked backwards. "So how bad was it huh? The two love birds together?" He asked with another chuckle, laughing at the fact she had to deal with them instead of him. "Look on the bright side.....at least they screw around in your room instead of mine." He pointed out with a charming, full of himself smile. "Oh, I guess I should have said look on the bright side for me. It's all pretty dandy for me." He then let out a snobbish chuckle at how she had to suffer.

"So what do you wanna do? I wasn't really doing anything, just reading Dune. God I love Alia, she's such a crazy bitch." He stated as they neared the building. "And before that I was working out. My shirt was on for your information, so get your mind out of the gutter." As they approached the building he turned back around, and held the door open for her like the gentleman he was. "She? Perfect gentleman!" He exclaimed with his voice being rather loud, and thunderous(pun kind of intended).

"Oh! And for the record I could totally get a girlfriend, or bang buddy, or whatever if I wanted. I just couldn't stand leaving you alone with your Ultron, and Skynet, and whatever other evil robots you build." He pointed out as he playfully poked the tip of her nose, and made a 'boop' sound. "I could just go shirtless all the time. But then nobody would get anything done, and you'd get all jealous. Really I'm doing it all for you. And I don't get so much as thank you. I'm so under appreciated."

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Landon sat back at watched as Spencer then began making moves on Synth. How does the she Terminator their presence? It was beyond them. But he would lying if he said he didn't enjoy the sight of Spencer's hand on Synth's thigh. Blonde on blonde action. Yeah he was down. "My apologies, 'sweetheart'. I am afraid we must disunite to leave room for the Holy Spirit. Honestly, Spencer. What would Jesus say?" He practically snorted at the joke. "What do you know of Jesus? You're the fucking Exorcist." He put his hand out like a preacher towards Synth, "The power of Christ compels you!! The power of Christ compels you!!"

As Synth went to leave, Landon raised his hand to wave "Domo arigato Mr. Roboto." Once the cold hearted monster left the room, he shifted his gaze over to Spencer. "So whatever shall we do?" He was laying on the sarcasm pretty thick but that's how he was. "I mean it's only special occasions that I look this hot." He smirked towards his best friend as he tugged on the collar of his button up shirt. Sure what he said wasn't totally true, he generally dressed to impress most days. He just wanted to make sure someone noticed.

With a sigh, Landon stood up and walked towards her dorm room door. Spinning around to face Spencer while he closed the door with his foot. He began to unbutton his cuffs and roll up his sleeves as he spoke, "As I see it we have a few options... Video game, screw... Or strip COD." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest while leaning his shoulder against the door. He then held his hand out towards her, "Unless you had a better option..."

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      XXX"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of your intact hymen." Chris gave her a sly smile. Had it been anybody else, she might have been mildly embarrassed, or at least enraged enough to fracture his nose. But this was Chris, and teasing her was the most action he'd likely gotten all day.
      XXXShe felt the heavy weight of his jacket over her shoulders. It smelled like him. Like pine and mint and snow, even here, even now, so far from where they'd begun. He'd always had this weightless breeze about him, an electric excitement that had little to do with the sparks that coursed through his veins, as ordinary to him as red blood cells were to others. He radiated heat, a warm aura that seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat.
      XXXShe'd studied it for a while in her lab, demanding that he run ceaselessly on a treadmill, hold still, lie and speak the truth with galvanic skin response measures and electroencephalograms attached to his body. She hadn't been able to find why he was so different, but she'd understood how, somewhat. It had to do with the electrical charge that surged between neurons, in the odd way his myelin sheaths, the fatty layer that surrounded the axons of his brain, were structured and dispersed. It was the way every cell in his body seemed to possess an electrical charge to rival that of New York's entire electrical circuit. She'd nearly shut down the entire school trying to test the extent of his power.
      XXXSynthia rolled her eyes at Chris' mention of Dune.
      XXX"The entire Arrakis ecosystem is founded upon a false dichotomy," she said. What she did not say, was that she found a guilty pleasure in reading the epic science fiction novel as well.
      XXX"And before that I was working out. My shirt was on for your information, so get your mind out of the gutter," teased Chris.
      XXX"Darn. I will have to resort to pornography now to satiate my undying lust for your Godly torso," she deadpanned.
      XXX"Oh! And for the record I could totally get a girlfriend, or bang buddy, or whatever if I wanted," Chris asserted. "I just couldn't stand leaving you alone with your Ultron, and Skynet, and whatever other evil robots you build."
      XXX"How selfless of you," she said drily.
      XXX"I could just go shirtless all the time. But then nobody would get anything done, and you'd get all jealous. Really I'm doing it all for you. And I don't get so much as thank you," he lamented. "I'm so under appreciated."
      XXX"I pay you in the countless phones, laptops, cameras, projectors, earphones, ovens, stoves, stereos, automatic doors, hybrid cars, calculators and counting that I have had to repair because of you." Synthia gave him a mirthless smile. "Is that enough, you hulking brute?"
      XXX"Yoooo, Chris!" A drunk reveller stumbled towards them, his eyelids drooping as he clutched a red cup in his hand. The golden liquid spilled over its rim as he lurched towards them. "Damn, your girl's tight," he slurred. "Can my mates and I have a turn when you're done?" The boy reached out towards Synthia.
      XXXShe pinned him with a cold stare.
      XXX"Shit. Lucas," a friend of his mumbled from behind him. He wrapped a hand around Lucas and pulled him back. "It's the Robot. You don't wanna mess with it, man."
      XXXSynthia slid pale green eyes towards the taller blonde who tugged Lucas away. Her pupils contracted until they were pinpricks. A swirl of fluorescent lights devoured the emerald and amber hues of her irises, swallowing the space until her eyes glowed incandescent. They shifted between colours, shades that some had not known existed, until they settled on a startling electric blue.
      XXXShe heard herself speak as if from afar.
      XXX"Dangerous conversation to have over Messenger, Lucas James Skoyer," she said, the breathless quality of her voice hardening into an almost grating mechanical purr. "I am certain the authorities will be glad to know of your illicit activities. They have been searching for her for some time now."
      XXX"Fuck."
      XXX"Shit, no. No, please," Lucas implored. "I didn't realise-"
      XXX"Employing the excuse of ignorance now, are you?" she murmured. "Is your contention that had it not been I, but some other inebriated girl, that your words and intended actions would have been appropriate?"
      XXX"Yes- I mean, no. No. I'll do anything. Please, please don't tell them." His voice hitched.
      XXX"I will take it under consideration."
      XXX"Please, I'm begging you-"
      XXXSynthia walked away, the azure bleeding into indigo and retreading until her eyes were their usual sea-green. Students parted for her, retreading into the fringes as they normally did when she cut through the hallways like a blade through butter. Or flesh.

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Chris cocked his head slightly when she began naming off what she does for him. "And yet still no thank you. Besides, rebuilding what I break gives you something to do." He asserted. Though despite the jabs he throws at her, he truly wouldn't know what he'd do with himself without her. Though he dare not say it, but she most likely already realizes then, he was in a rather dark place after his brother's death. And things could have turned out pretty bad for him. He owes her a pretty big debt whether she realizes, and if it means being her willing guinea pig then so be it.

Chris raised an eyebrow as he heard his name drunkingly slurred by someone. When he turned to face the man who did it he looked at him confused. He didn't really recognize the man despite the way he acted. Apparently he's well known around the Academy now. Funny how that stuff sneaks up on you. He glared daggers at the man when he addressed Synth. Chris stood forward slightly, and raised his arm up in front of Synth, ready to protect her if need be. Though he had no doubt in his mind that Synth could take care of herself, he still had a protective, guard dog-like instinct towards her.

He glared at the other man when he began referring to Synth as an 'it', as if she wasn't even human. "Her. You don't wanna mess with HER. Man." He growled at him in a mocking tone. The other guy took in a deep, and fearful gulp. As he listened to Synth state something about a message, and a girl he clinched his fist tightly causing his knuckles to pop, and sparks to fly off of his hand. He glared a hole through the two's heads.

As Synth walked away he watched the two carefully, expecting that they'd do something. But of course that was just him being paranoid. "Lucas right? Lucas do you have a heart condition?" He asked seemingly out of the blue. "N-no." He hesitantly answered. "Good." Chris then held out his hand, which was writhed in electricity towards Lucas. He simply touched Lucas on his left arm which caused him to fall to the ground, and begin shaking uncontrollably. The other man looked at him in terror. He tried to run but Chris grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar stopping him from running.

"Don't be such a pussy, I just tased him. He'll be fine, other than wetting himself that is." Chris reassured him. "Now look, I'm going to make the wild assumption that even sober Lucas is an asshole. Am I right?" The man merely nodded nervously. At this point he'd probably agree to anything Chris had said. "Right, you seem sober enough to remember this. Me, I'm kind of a softie. I believe in second chances, and all that jazz. So here's what's going to happen. In morning when your buddy is all sobered up, you're gonna tell him what I'm about to tell you, word for word."

"Now I don't know what Synth was talking about, but if your buddy ever, and I mean ever talks another girl like that, ever look at another girl like that, and ever treat another girl like that, no, you guys are gonna live like monks. And if I ever hear about you treating someone like that again, and I will, well, I'm gonna hunt his bitch ass down, and jam my fist into his abdomen, and grab hold of his spine, and roast him from the inside out till he's extra crispy." The man took in a big gulp as he imagined all that in his head. "And then I'm going to rip out his spine, hunt you down, and beat you with his spine until....well until I get bored. Think you can remember all that chief?"

The man nodded his head nervously, and took in a deep gulp. "Good man." He smirked as he lightly slapped the side of his head, and then caught up with Synth. "Sorry.....He was a dick, couldn't let him walk away unscathed." He stated. "So.....was what you were talking about as bad as I think? Did he deserve more than just a light shock?"

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      XXX"Sorry," Chris said as he emerged beside her. "He was a dick, couldn't let him walk away unscathed." Synthia hid a small smile. She would have expected nothing less. Chris might seem the gentle giant more often than not, but he wasn't a self-proclaimed Thunderer for nothing. His rage was a thing of earthquakes and lightning strikes, though it never came often.
      XXX"So, was what you were talking about as bad as I think? Did he deserve more than just a light shock?" Worry lined his green-blue eyes as he walked beside her.
      XXX"It is better if you do not know," she responded with a shrug. "There are men after him." She quirked her head, tucking her blonde hair behind one ear as if listening to something nobody else could. Her gaze was directed at a corner of the ceiling, but she seemed to be elsewhere, staring miles into the distance. "They are coming for him. I can hear their cars. 8ALNO3 and 1ALN22. He owes them a formidable sum." Synthia turned to Chris. "I regret to inform you your friend will soon receive a black eye and a death threat. Alas, he will be fine. His father's accounts are vast."
      XXXSynthia was not a clairvoyant, but the future was easy to decipher when one had access to the past. XXXShe did not thank him for standing up for her, or moving when he thought the boy might harm her. She didn't think she'd thanked anyone for anything since her grandfather's death. There had been no one to remind her to say please and thank you, and she'd eventually lost the ability or rather, the will. It seemed silly, when the words were uttered so frivolously. They were so overused, they were meaningless.
      XXXIf she ever said thank you, she wanted to mean it.
      XXX"I am famished," she said abruptly. "We will retrieve sustenance."
      XXXSynthia moved towards the carparks without awaiting Chris' protest or agreement. Synthia was the sort who did not seek approval from anyone for anything. If Chris did not wish to join, he knew he need merely leave. She was offended by very little.
      XXXSynthia's car stood out like a diamond the size of a fist lodged between a sea of plain gravel. It was none other than the Koenigsegg Regera, a 2.1 million Euro hybrid that had not yet been made available for sale. The Executive CEO of the company had a special, albeit mildly creepy, fondness for Synthia. He was a Superhuman as well, of similar capacity for Superintelligence as Synthia, whom he'd hired as his private mechanical consultant after meeting her during a brunch with Synthia's uncle.
      XXXSynthia did not fear that her car might be stolen. She'd harvested some of Chris' electricity and coupled it with Sam's superspeed to construct a revolving forcefield. The air crackled around the car, lightning racing around it faster than the eye could follow. It would throw any intruders a dozen feet into the air if they so much as grazed the forcefield.
      XXXSynthia was nothing if not paranoid and mistrusting.
      XXXPlus, she liked pretty lights.
      XXXThe sight was indeed mesmerising, the silver-blue car cocooned in a sphere of similar hue. They danced and gravitated towards Chris as he neared like bees to its queen. Synthia returned them to the small, cylindrical device beneath her car that kept them upright with a wave of her hand.
      XXX"I got a new car," she said, as if that were not obvious. Her last had been an Ferrari F12 Berlinetta.
      XXXShe slid into the driver's seat, but she did not drive.
      XXX"Welcome, Synthia Aurore Faye," intoned a robotic female voice that seemed to permeate every inch of the interior. "Where do you wish to go?"
      XXX"The Bistro," Synthia said.
      XXX"Destination entered. Your journey will take approximately 12 minutes and 38 seconds."
      XXX"Activate sub-user Christop Gabriel Flynn."
      XXX"Voice activation required from sub-user, Christop Gabriel Flynn," said her car. "Welcome, Christopher. Would you care for some light refreshments?"
      XXXA tray shot out from the passenger armrest, revealing a tray of Chris' favourite drinks and snacks, as well as a steaming cup of coffee for Synthia. Meanwhile the car had begun its journey. But Synthia did not have her hands on the steering wheel. Whilst she enjoyed tweaking cars, as she had this one, she did not particularly enjoy driving.
      XXX"I have been dabbling in autonomous cars," said Synthia. "It still needs some work."

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      XXXThey arrived at The Bistro in 12 minutes and 42 seconds.
      XXX"Mmm, it's slow." Synthia pursed her lips.
      XXXThey entered The Bistro - what a creative name - just in time to see Sam bring a chair down on a brutish man.
      XXXSynthia turned around to leave.
      XXXBefore she could, a knife soared through the air, nearly taking off the ends of her hair. Synthia frowned.
      XXXA fight barred the exit, and she saw from accessing the monitoring cameras in the bistro that the emergency exit had a broken hinge they had yet to fix.
      XXXShe turned her gaze to Chris. Well, if she had to be a part of this violent debacle, she supposed Chris was as good a companion as any. Perhaps he could simply electrocute everyone except the chef. She really did crave a schnitzel and chips. Maybe a strawberry milkshake while they were at it.
      XXX"You called your friends?" The voice rose above all the others, filled with rage and venom. Synthia noticed then, the gun that was pointed above her eyes. Her frown deepened. Of all the parts of her threatened, why the mind, which she valued most? She saw Ella slumped on the floor and Sam crouched beside her. Synthia quirked a brow.
      XXX"'Friends' might be too generous a term," she said simply.
      XXX"Don't fuck with me, you little bitch!"
      XXX"It depends on the breed, but the average size of a female dog is between 45.9-67.2 pounds. I would be almost twice the weight of the average bitch and therefor, would not be considered little."
      XXX"What?" the gunman spat. "What the hell is this bitch on about?"
      XXX"Profanity is frequently employed in the absence of adequate vocabulary."
      XXX"Just shoot her!" another man called.
      XXX"Ah, but the police are 12 kilometres and 26 metres away," she said.
      XXX"How the fuck do you know that?"
      XXX"I informed them, of course."
      XXXThe cloaked man pulled the trigger.
      XXXHe pulled it again. Nothing.
      XXX"What the hell-"
      XXX"The bullets are held in a magazine propelled by a lever that is in turn interconnected with the selector switch," she explained. "It is very basic machinery, but quite ingenious."
      XXXThe man lunged towards her.

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There was so much going on at once. Men attacking the shapeshifter known as Ella, Sam hitting one with a chair, Synth mouthing off, and Leo trying to play hero for Mei. Others joined in to help fight the goons that decided to crash the 'fun'. But then something changed. One bye one... Each attacker froze in place. They all looked the same. Wide-eyed with fear and sweat slowly dripping down their ugly faces. That could only mean one thing... Nathaniel had arrived.

He walked past a table and grabbed a green apple that was sitting on it before tossing it in the air and catching. He was always one for a dramatic entrance. "Well, well, well..." One corner of his lip curled upwards into a vicious looking smirk as he tossed the apple from one hand to the other. He stopped and looked at one of them. "What do we have here?" He took a bite out of his apple and chuckled. Granny smith. His favourite.

Each attacker was stuck in the alternate reality Nathaniel created and each one of them was being tortured by the thing they feared most. Nathaniel's specialty. Normally he wouldn't have helped out but these idiots decided to start destroying one of the few places Nathaniel thought deserved his glorious presence.

"Let us go, man." Nathaniel was the only one they could see that wasn't their fears. Though he would become one of them after today. He responded to him. "Well, 'man'." He put his hands up to form air quotations before taking another bite. He held them there in silence as he savored that bite. "You were idiotic enough to crash one of the few places around here that is decent enough for someone as high class as me. So when you crashed in like a bunch of buffoons and harmed a fair lady..." He stepped in towards him and smirked. "You made me upset and since you made me upset, I'm going to torture you until the police arrive."

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It was as if everything for Ella began to move in slow motion. From Mei arriving with Leo, to creating duplicates of her, to Sam taking a few punches and crawling over, to Synth a girl Ella loathed arriving out of the blue with Chris, followed by Nathaniel a familiar face from school who began threatening the bandits.

A sudden sense of deja vu came to Ella, it was not the scene itself but Mei's reaction to it all. The way she acted, the expression she gave the bandit, it was as if Mei had seen a ghost. Ella locked eyes with Mei for a brief moment and mouthed "What did we do?" She knew Mei would understand, it was unfortunate, she had asked this question one too many times.

Ella refocused her attention on Sam who had just asked "Hey, Ella, you alright?" Ella nodded unconvincingly. Her head began to pulse, the gaping hole in her memory gave her an instant headache, she could feel the other girl mocking her. Damn, what the hell did you do Els?

She grabbed Sam by the arm and pulled him up on his feet. She glanced over at Synth who was being a total smart-ass to the bandit. Ella whispered to Sam "Run fast, don't worry about your power right now. Save yourself, please!".

She transformed into Mei and ran towards Leo "Go now" she panicked taking hold of him. They teleported a few blocks away from The Bistro. "Please go save Mei before she does something reckless" Ella begged.

Once Leo disappeared, Ella fell to her knees. She laid her head in the palm of her hands in frustration. Els the other girl appeared next to her and began laughing. "Torturing you is so easy" the dark figure said devilishly. Ella lifted her head and stared at the dark version of herself "Go away Liz" she begged.

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Chris followed behind Synth, and smiled slightly when she informed him of what was going to happen to Lucas. He followed her to the garage, and rode with her to the Bistro. He was slightly surprised that she actually let him in one of her cars. Considering that he has a pension to breaking them. But he did his best not to screw it up. He didn't really want to deal with another one of her lectures, and her calling him a brute. Just because he's a little techno-phobic doesn't make him brute, but to Synth that's all the same.

As they entered the Bistro Chris glared at the man who threatened Synth. He didn't know what was going on but no one threatens his friends. No one. As the man lunged at Synth, a lightning bolt flew past Synth's head, and struck the man in his chest, tossing him back quite a ways. "No one talks to my friends like that." He growled as he stepped forward. The man got back up, and pulled out a knife since his gun wasn't working. Chris merely chuckled at this, and held up his finger, motioning for him to bring it. As he lunged at Chris he merely grabbed hold of the wrist holding the knife, and twisted it backwards, and began squeezing.

The bone of his wrist could be heard popping as the man screamed in pain. The thug fell to his knees, and Chris delivered a single knock out blow to his head, and released him to fall over on the floor. Chris looked up to see what was happening with the thugs experiencing their worse fears thanks to Nathaniel. When he stated that he was going to torture them till the cops showed up he glared at him. "That's enough. Release them NOW." He demanded.

"They're just a bunch of wanna be hoods, they don't deserve to be tortured no matter what they did." Chris stated as he walked over towards them. He could see the joy this brought Nathanial, and knew that he wouldn't just let them go. So he'd have to snap them out of it. Chris walked over, and placed his hand on the shoulder of one of the men, and gave him a large enough shock to knock him out. He then proceeded to do the same thing to the other thugs under his sway. Once they were all out he let out a big sigh.

"There. Anyone got a problem with that you can take it up with me later. Now let's go before the cops show up." Chris stated as he stared at Nathaniel, clearly challenging him to do something in an Alpha-Male-like manner.

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Spencer was practically dying of laughter over Landon and Synthia bickering. This was part of the reason she loved when Landon came over. He pissed of Synthia and then got them alone together so they could have their own fun. "So whatever shall we do?" He was not subtle at all about what he was implying and then added, "I mean it's only special occasions that I look this hot." Spencer rolled her eyes. "Hot might be an overstatement." She teased.

Landon got up and closed the door while Spencer turned to lay on her side. He turned to face her an dundid the buttons of his sleeves. "As I see it we have a few options... Video game, screw... Or strip COD." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest while leaning his shoulder against the door. He then held his hand out towards her, "Unless you had a better option..." Spencer thought for a moment before answering, "My great idea is doing all of those at once. Perfect way to start the new year."

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Spencer jumped out of bed in Mama Bear mode now. She looked over at her best friend. "Leo's in trouble at the bistro. Some idiots decided to lay a hand on my brother." Spencer was raging at the thought of anyone laying a hand on her little brother but she of course was able to make one teasing comment at Landon. "Whoever hurts the most bad guys gets oral from the loser." She smirked and ran out the door her dorm was close to the entrance.

Once she got out, she knelt down and dug her feet into the ground while she used her power to build up enough energy to make her go racing forward to the bistro like a bullet. Spencer kept going until she ran into one of the thugs that tried to make a move at Leo. She crashed into him but didn't realize she didn't account for how she was supposed to stop and ended up crashing into a another body before flipping onto the ground. Spencer rolled onto her back. "Oh, fuck! That hurts!"




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Having his finger laced with Mei's felt electrifying but that was soon cut short when they arrived at the bistro Stay right here, when I give the sign, teleport Ella out of here. I'll handle this, and don't worry about me I'm sure Sam and I can take care of each other." Leo didn't respond but he knew he was coming back so he might as well bring some reinforcements. He took out his phone a texted Spencer before Ella, who came shapeshifted as Mei, came running towards him. He grabbed hold of her and teleport them far enough away but close enough for him to still be at full strength once he got back.

"Please go save Mei before she does something reckless" She begged him. Leo nodded and grinned. "I'll be her night in smokey armor." He teleported away and all that was left of him was a tiny cloud of smoke. He reappeared next to Mei just in time for a guy to lung at her. Leo turned his body into smoke and entered into the guys lungs and made him collapse from asphyxiation. Leo left his body and stood next to Mei ready to take out the next guy when Nathaniel appeared. He may not like the guy but he was actually upset when Chris stopped him. At least Nathaniel had all of them stopped. Now all the thugs were back on their feet and ready to attack again.

And attack they did when one caught Leo off guard and had a gun pointed towards him. Out of the blue, came Spencer running towards the guy like a bullet and tackled him to the ground only to crash land into someone else before finally stopping. "Oh, fuck! That hurts!" Leo ran towards her and helped her up. Spencer grinned at him. "Thanks, pipsqueak." She then started examining him. "I swear to go if any of them knocked one hair out of place..." Leo laughed. "I'm fine I swear."

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{ Thursday, January 1st, 1:06pm, 2015 || Outfit [x] || Location: The Bistro }

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Ella nodded as a yes to his question before she pulled Sam up on to his feet, "Run fast, don't worry about your power right now. Save yourself, please!" He looked around, it was chaotic, a whole six more people had just arrived, most notably Chris and Synthia. "I can't leave, not yet." Sam ran into the fight at supersonic speeds, trying to be a hero. He zipped past three fighting drunks with bottles and pool cues, punching them each in the face one at a time. As he stopped running in, as it felt like, slow motion, they all dropped to the ground. "Oh, that's it? I would be lying if I didn't say I expected more." As he looked around, many others fell down to the ground as well, Chris shocking a man lunging at Synthia, Nathaniel attempting to torture some thugs and Leo and Ella taking off in a cloud of smoke. Sam walked towards the two "alpha males," Chris and Nathan, bickering over something unnecessary. Typical of two arrogant, hot-headed dumbasses, at least that's what they were in his eye. "You made me upset and since you made me upset, I'm going to torture you until the police arrive." Sam would've been gone by that point if weren't that Chris and Nathan's arguing wasn't somewhat funny. But, Chris had an uproar, "That's enough. Release them NOW. They're just a bunch of wanna be hoods, they don't deserve to be tortured no matter what they did. Anyone got a problem with that you can take it up with me later. Now let's go before the cops show up." Sam liked this option a little bit better. He guessed there was a bit more to Chris than the muscle-filled exterior. Only a bit. Before he zoomed off, he stated, "Well, last one to the mansion is the last one to the mansion."

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Samuel Reuben Drake Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Leonard Knight Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion
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Song| Centuries||Outfit| X||Hexcode| #C21818


"That's enough. Release them NOW." Nathaniel frowned when Chris decided to kill his fun and shock his victims back to reality. "They're just a bunch of wanna be hoods, they don't deserve to be tortured no matter what they did." Nathaniel simply rolled his eyes at Chris's little 'hero' act. The only reason his party trick even worked was because Nathaniel was using his power on a large group of people. If the group had been smaller, Chris wouldn't have been able to release them. In fact, he would've just made things worse for them.

Chris finished bringing them all back since Nathaniel allowed it and then turned around like he was o high and mighty for what he did. "There. Anyone got a problem with that you can take it up with me later. Now let's go before the cops show up." Nathaniel rolled his eyes and simply laughed at him. "Are you done yet?" He asked him. "Really Chris, this whole 'alpha male' act is rather idiotic, don't you say? Acting like a brutish hero for the attention of a girl." He pointed at Synth. "Isn't going to work on someone who has an IQ that weighs more than two of you." He shook his head and laughed again.

"And one more thing Chris..." He took a step towards him. "Do remember I'm the one who knows what keeps you up at night the next time you try to play alpha." Nathaniel winked at him and took a bite of his apple and was about to turn away when just his luck, an annoying blonde crash landed into Chris right in front of him. Nathaniel nearly fell over from laughter at the site. Happy New Years, Nathaniel.

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Gisele DuBois Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Galen Adams Character Portrait: Leonard Knight Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye Character Portrait: Nathaniel Orion
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T H E - D A R K N E S S





H E X C O D E
#B70909

O U T F I T
Classy

S O N G
Old Time Rock and Roll



Landon smirked when Spencer replied, "My great idea is doing all of those at once. Perfect way to start the new year." He began to step towards her while his hands started unbuttoning his shirt. He had gotten his shirt completely unbuttoned to reveal his muscular torso when she got a text. "Leo's in trouble at the bistro. Some idiots decided to lay a hand on my brother." His eyes widened as he moved across Spence's room, grabbing his jacket off her office chair. He knew that they'd be off to go help or whatever you want to call it. "Whoever hurts the most bad guys gets oral from the loser." She was out the door before he was able to grab his car keys from his pocket. "Well... I was going to offer to drive us..." He sighed to himself, slipping his jacket on and running out of her dorm with his shirt still wide open.

Landon ran down the stairs, skipping 3 at a time until he reached the ground level and bursted through the door. He ran over to his truck, yanking open the door and sliding into the driver seat. Without putting his seatbelt on or anything, he put the key in the ignition and started the engine. Within seconds he was barreling down the road to the dinner.

Usually a 15 minutes drive and he made it there in a few minutes. Thankfully the school was sort of in the middle of no where because if it wasn't he probably would have wrecked or gotten a ticket by then. He pulled into the parking lot, seeing the action inside and outside the Bistro. He parked his truck in a spot near the entrance. Just as he went to exit his truck, he saw one of the gang members or whatever they were run out into the parking lot. Just as the guy was going to pass his truck, Landon opened the driver's side door, slamming the guy in the chest and knocking him to the ground. He smirked to himself as he stepped out of the truck, closing the door. "Timing is everything."

Apparently timing is everything because he arrived in time to see Spencer run right into someone. Typical. Landon shifted his gaze back to the guy on the ground before him. "You should probably get lost." He grabbed the guy by his shirt, lifting him up off the ground and pushing him in the direction away from the Bistro. Once the guy was gone, he made his way into the diner coming up to stand beside Nathaniel who seemed a little too pleased with himself. "Scaring the shit out of people per usual?" Landon lifted his arm to rest on his friends shoulder as the guy bit into the apple he was eating. He flinched slightly as he felt a breeze on his torso. Glancing down he realized his shirt was still wide open, he merely shrugged his shoulders not caring.




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T H E - M E N T A L I S T




H E X C O D E
#E78E8E

O U T F I T
Winter Outfit

S O N G
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?



The guy sat up, "Hi." Well that's a start. Gisele thought to herself when he responded to her. She didn't realize how strange it probably was having a random girl come knocking on your door. But on a positive side he wasn't ignoring her. ”Aislinn, Aislinn, Aislinn… Sorry, I actually don’t know an Aislinn,” He said in response to her question. She sighed softly, nodding her head in understanding as the guy got up from his bed and moved towards her. She tried to snap her fingers in a dang-it type of way but her gloves just muffled the noise. "Dammit..." It wasn't long before she slightly regretted asking if he saw anyone pass by his door. She could tell by the way his eyes never seemed to really focus on anything that he was blind, she felt bad but something about him felt like he still had his perceptions which made sense as to why he could see her.

”Probably doesn’t help that I’m new here. Galen Lewis. What’s your name?” Gisele chuckled softly at his comment seeing his hand extend towards her as he introduced himself. She quickly brought her hands up to remove her glove from her right hand, before gently placing her hand in his. Regardless if he was blind or not, she glanced up into his eyes with a smile. Eye contact was important in her opinion. "It's ok... I haven't been here much longer than you. I know just enough to get myself lost, obviously." She laughed softly at her own comment before adding, "I'm Gisele... Gisele DuBois."

Gisele glanced over the guy as she slowly retracted her hand and put back on her glove. He was definitely attractive and didn't seem to be like a douche bag like half the guys in the school. But it was weird... When she tried to listen to his thoughts to see what was really going on in his head she only heard fragments, like radio static. Her brows pulled together as she tried to focus. She half raised her hands to reach out towards his face but froze mid way and let her hands drop. That'd probably be a hard first encounter to explain, not to mention invade his personal space. She was just curious why his mind seemed so different.

After a little bit of silence, Gisele cleared her throat. "So I'm assuming being new... You haven't met that many people. I was actually heading outside to play in the snow... Because I'm 5." She grinned while chuckling. "It might be more fun then laying around by yourself listening to music." She pointed towards his dorm room, "You're more then welcome to join. I just have to warn you... I'm like a world champion in snow ball fights, and I don't play fair." She smirked, "Or if you asked me really nicely, I might consider joining forces."

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Character Portrait: Elizabeth Leah Avyanna Character Portrait: Samuel Drake Character Portrait: Chris Flynn Character Portrait: Meilani Valencia Character Portrait: Landon Blackwood Character Portrait: Leonard Knight Character Portrait: Spencer Knight Character Portrait: Synthia Faye
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Dialogue Color: #ff0055 || Location: Her Dorm || Outfit: X
ImageMei couldn't believe everything that was going on right now and it was all because of something evil Ella and herself had done. Many of their friends were getting hurt because of them, she wasn't sure how she was going to handle this.

Once she saw one of the men's faces she suddenly froze, it was the same guy from before. The same guy they saved a couple civilians from. Mei couldn't move, her entire body felt as if it were being frozen over. All she could manage to do was stand there in complete shock, just staring at the man. She hadn't even realized Leo teleported with Ella and came back until he jumped into the man's body and choked him with the smoke.

At that moment she was broken out of her trance. Just before she was able to say anything to Leo, his sister came crashing through the crowd. Just seconds after Leo ran towards his sister to see if she was okay, Mei was beginning to hear sirens. "Guys, all of us should leave, NOW!" she yelled, loud enough to get everyone's attention. Just as she turned on her heel, she spotted another man running towards her.

The redhead sighed at his stupidity as she raised her right leg off the ground just in time to cause him to run face first into her foot, which was covered by a boot. The man fell back onto the ground and she immediately grabbed a hold of Leo's hand. "Take me to Ella, I have a bad feeling. After you can go home where it is safe. I'll explain later," she stated.

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Pajamas

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Kryptonite




"Guys, all of us should leave, NOW!" Leo nodded and started going towards Mei so he could teleport them out when a guy came running towards her. He was about to help when she took care of herself and took that guy out with he boot. Leo's jaw dropped with amazement. "That was so cool!" Leo was all giddy with excitement at this point. He felt like he was watching a bunch of superheroes battle it out with the villains like in his comics.

Leo was brought back to reality when Mei took hold of his hand again. he looked down at their hands and then back at her. "Take me to Ella, I have a bad feeling. After you can go home where it is safe. I'll explain later," she told him. Leo nodded but not before retaliating just a tad, "I'll take you to Ella... But I'm not leaving you." He grinned and pulled her close as they began to teleport. "I made a promise." The two teleported away from the bistro to a few blocks away where he took Ella.

He looked around and saw she wasn't anywhere in sight meaning that she went back to the mansion. Leo sighed and teleported the two to the entrance before letting go of Mei and steadying himself against the wall. He over exerted his powers again teleported too far. It would only take a few moments to recuperate but he was still upset. He was supposed to be strong. Not weak and panting. He looked up at may and smiled rather foolishly. "I guess we have to walk from here."

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      XXX"I should like some large fries with chilli mayo and a strawberry float."
      XXX"Uh..." The chef stood with his hand frozen on the handle of a frying pan he'd been about to bring over a hulking man's head.
      XXX"You are open for business, are you not?" Synthia prompted.
      XXX"Well, yeah, but..." he mumbled, shifting the pan to his other hand.
      XXX"Keep the change," she said, placing a fistful of notes in his hand. His eyes nearly bulged from his head as he raced into the kitchen. He whipped out his knife and sliced into a basket of potatoes faster than seemed humanly possible. Perhaps he was like Sam. He handed Synthia her chips and drink with a splitting grin on his face, before untying his apron and bolting out the door with a stream of praises in his wake.
      XXX"Really Chris, this whole 'alpha male' act is rather idiotic, don't you say?" Nathaniel's voice carried over the battlefield as his eyes slid over the writhing bodies to land on her. "Acting like a brutish hero for the attention of a girl." This last part he seemed to say loudly, as if wanting her to overhear.
      XXX"Well, don't look at me. I have a penis," said Synthia, her voice devoid of any inflection that might belay humour. "You just fail to see it beneath my layers of self-doubt and crippling anxiety."
      XXX"Isn't going to work on someone who has an IQ that weighs more than two of you," Nathaniel continued.
      XXX"I am humbled. Alas, IQ cannot be quantified in weight." She waved a chip at Nathaniel as she made the noise of a buzzer in a game, declaring an answer incorrect. "Try again."
      XXXSynthia slipped the french fry between her lips, stepping around sprawled bodies and fighting men. The door burst open and a gold-haired blur flew towards Synthia. She easily pivoted from the onslaught and took a sip of her drink as Spencer collided into a gunman instead, before hurtling into Chris. Synthia ate her chips.
      XXXShe walked towards them until she towered over her portable generator. She did not offer a hand to help him up.
      XXX"Will you look at that," she mused. "I think I like you better helpless and immobile. Let's go. Here, I procured some fried potatoes." She slipped a fry between his lips and turned to Nathaniel. Her eyes flicked to the apple in his hand, before returning to meet his gaze. "Did you know the seeds of apples are poisonous?" She quirked her head. "It would require approximately 87.33 grams of apple seeds to kill someone of your size."
      XXXSynthia smiled. A dimple appeared in her left cheek.
      XXXAnd without another word, she left for her car.

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      XXXWhen she arrived at the mansion, she was pelted with a snowball. She could not tell from whom it had come, but it had surprised her. She stared at the splatter of white that laid just above her heart as if she could not for the life of her, comprehend what it was for. She raised her head to find a gaggle of students running about. The sight was bizarre.
      XXX"Katherine." There was no "happy new year" or "how have you been." Synthia seemed to think her name was greeting enough. She was likely the only person under the age of 50 who called Kat by her full name, but Synthia had never been liable to shortened epithets. She even called Chris, Christopher, some days. Synthia looked at the dark-haired girl, who'd been standing nearest to her when she'd arrived. "Are we partaking in a practice drill? I do not recall a notice in the Academy's schedule. Should I retrieve the cannon?"
      XXXA year before, she had developed a snowball cannon that propelled ice at incredible velocities and with maximum reload efficiency. Synthia had reasoned that "rolling spherical clumps of ice" to be "rather tedious," and had built a machine that did so for her instead. Needless to say, it was clear who won the snowball fight that year. Many a bruise had been imparted that day.

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Chris' hand tightened into a fist as electricity began to surround it. He was ready to punch that smug ass grin off of Nathaniel's face. He moved forward a little bit but was stopped by the sudden.....arrival of Spencer as she barreled into him. He groaned as he pushed her off of him. "Dammit Spencer! You are just hell-bent on proving that dumb blonde stereotype aren't you!?" He growled. When Synth leaned down, and forced the fry into his lips he acted like a child at first when their mother tries to spoon feed them before he finally accepted the fry.

"Shut. Up." He merely responded to her as he got up. He was too pissed to give her some clever comment. He glared at Nathaniel as he laughed at him. "Do remember that fears can be conquered. But over a thousand volts of electricity surging through you is a lot harder to deal with." He stated in a threatening manner. "Fun fact, it only takes about one tenth of an amp to kill a guy. I can produce much, much more than that. Keep that in mind the next time you decide to be a bigger douche than you already are."

Chris then walked past Nathaniel, plowing through his shoulder, almost knocking him down as he followed behind Synth to return back to the mansion. Once they returned to the mansion, and saw Synth get pelted by an snowball he laughed out loud. "Nice shot Kat-Kit. But be careful, she has my jacket." He stated, acting as if he cared more about the jacket than Synth. "Well I'm going to go inside, and get away from the snowballs of terror. It's still water, just frozen water, but it still stings like a bitch." He stated, reminding them of his weakness to water.

Before he started his way inside he turned to face Synth. "Oh, you weren't hurt back there right? I was a bit too pissed from that asshole to ask. You're alright right?" He asked with a clear note of genuine concern for her. No matter what he'll always worry for her safety after all. She's the closet thing to family he has anymore.