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Manon Castellanos

i feel like i'm just treading water

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a character in “vicious”, as played by rubytuesday

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alrighty aphrodite / peach pitXto noise making (sing) / hozierXwhy does it always rain on me / travis
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clairecognizance; the ability to acquire information by means independent on any of their known senses or previous experience. Ever since her heart stopped, and then was started again, Manon has been been inexorably connected to the past, particularly the pasts of others. Every moment is riddled with the sensations of others before her; a trip to a cafe may leave her tasting the bitterness of a long black long before she orders anything, and what began as a harmless sleepover can have her unintentionally force her to witness the past sexual escapades of her friend's borrowed sheets. When not focusing, her abilities come in unpredictable, incontrollable waves, something that she tends to dull through medication or, sometimes, less legal drugs. Such unfocused bouts are also far less clear- vague interpretations of past events, and past feelings. Tastes, sounds, and smells that seldom heed much information beyond their base familiarity. When she focuses, things become clearer; she can search for specifics, for facts among the mess. This ability only increases with touch, with her physical interaction with objects bringing far stronger understandings of an object, environment, or even a person's identity, and past. She also occasionally gets glimpses into the future of locations, although it is such a short step forward that it is almost more accurate to describe this as being extraordinarily quick reflexes rather than some sort of seer-like power. She often avoids physical contact with people, both for herself and for them; even from a distance, she can often sense their emotions, and gauge especially strong elements of their characters, but with physical touch can come even stronger waves of invasion. Even when not focusing, she can sometimes unintentionally dip into people's pasts and presents, witnessing their most painful and most joyful moments, learning their darkest secrets and deepest desires. She hates invading the privacies of others, and even more so, she hates being forced into the role of a voyeur. She's also found that stronger emotional weights behind certain places and objects bring suitably stronger perceptions; hence why her middle school trip to the Mémorial de la Shoah was such a disaster- she was a screaming, sobbing mess less than five minutes after stepping into the place.

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manon's powers have always served as something of a double-edged sword, and that extends to how they have affected her personality over time. She is empathetic, supernaturally so, but her ability and willingness to understand and relate to the plights of others also comes with a reservedness; a guilt for digging too deep into a person's privacies. As a result, she keeps her distance, displaying compassion but simultaneously expressing a withdrawn air- a reluctance to get too close.

That isn't to say that she is meek, however. On the contrary, as much as she may try to avoid trouble, she always seems to find herself drawn into it. She's far from the sort to go looking for conflict, and much prefers the sidelines to centre stage, but she does not allow herself to be pushed around easily. Admittedly, her patience goes further than most, and she is willing to take a lot more than many before she blows her top, but, for all her placating and 'going-along-withs,' she is very capable of committing to vindication when she feels especially wronged. For better or for worse, however, her preference to avoid drama often leaves her deciding to just 'be the bigger person,' rather than engage in any unnecessary conflict.

Furthermore, although she may not be fond of fighting, she certainly has the tongue for it. Her wit is sharp, and her words can be brutal when she is committed to them. She can be very, very blunt, often without intension, although even more often with little guilt. As a reader of emotions, after all, she can typically tell when her words have really gone too far. Otherwise, it's a case of 'they deserved it,' and, more importantly, 'they'll get over it.' Her intelligence is similarly impressive, and although she can pluck information from nothing nowadays, before then she had a passion for learning, and that past excitement still leaks through, here and there, when she isn't avoiding uncomfortable situations or trading sardonic barbs.

To be honest, Manon can be something of a grouch- a pessimistic and jaded soul who, for all her bouts of cynicism, can't help but display equal bouts of compassion and even, sometimes, joviality. Such elements of her outward personality, the way her walls come down ever so slightly when around her nearest and dearest, hint towards the person she really is, or the person she wishes she could be, if only she dared to let people make their own choices about whether to be close to her, or allow her to push them away.
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Manon's life up until her accident was relatively typical- her mother, the frenchborn Adele, was met her father, Deo, at nineteen and twenty-three, respectively. The former was a nursing student, and the latter was a cleaner in the hospital that Adele happened to be interning in. Over the time they spent together, they grew close, and wound up marrying only two years after they began dating. Manon was born less than a year after Adele and Deo married, and grew up relatively happy. Her younger brother, Geordi, was born three years after Adele, and was followed by a third and final sibling, Cyril, a year later. Having three children inevitably led to a number of financial struggles for the family, although they always seemed to manage to scrape through. Money might have been tight, but what they lacked in material wealth they made up for in love and supportiveness.

Things took a worrying turn, however, when Manon was eleven. Walking home with her brothers from school, she was hit by a reckless driver. Although her brothers called desperately for help, by the time the ambulance arrived, the driver had driven off and Manon was close to death. She flatlined on the way to the hospital, only to be miraculously revived on route. Ultimately, she survived her experience, although with her survival came some remarkable and terrible new abilities.

She first tasted her powers whilst still recovering from her injuries. She awoke manic and writhing, awash with inexplicable feelings of grief. She could hear past conversations, doctors explaining conditions, people begging their loved ones to recover, and sobbing when they didn't. Nurses assumed that her fits were simply a case of PTSD from her accident, and recommended therapy. However, going to a therapist only encouraged more sensations. In the therapist's office, she felt relief, grief, nervousness. Her mind was suddenly aflood with the horrors, worries, and insecurities previously shared in the room.

It took her several months to finally realise that perhaps whatever was 'wrong' with her was beyond medical explanation, and even longer to find a definition that could possible fit her. Extraordinary. The notion was difficult to accept, but she eventually accepted the fact that her life would never be the same, just as her parents grew to accept the fact that their daughter was now a member of a targeted group; something horrifying for any parent to deal with.

Then again, she's hidden it pretty well so far. She learned to avoid places of intense emotion; funeral homes and museums and churches and hospitals, and she found that certain drugs have a dulling effect on her abilities that help when such situations are unavoidable. And she can hardly say that her powers are completely terrible- they have their perks, for sure. If only she could turn them on and off.

So begins...

Manon Castellanos's Story

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Character Portrait: Niki Harrell Character Portrait: Mat Rose Character Portrait: Rio Kiyoko Character Portrait: Joji Kujo Character Portrait: Manon Castellanos Character Portrait: Sabrina Callaghan Character Portrait: Elliot Callaghan

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And to think being called extraordinary once used to be a compliment. It still was, of course. Parents would beam if they were told their child was extraordinary. But the smile would soon slip if they were told their child was an Extraordinary.

Or at least, that was how Nikolai Harrell felt at that exact moment in time. As he walked through the city, the constant noise made his clenched jaw tighten even more. He'd had the beginnings of a headache leaving base and it was steadily worsening. His squad had noticed the odd shift in his mood since he'd returned, but they put it down to difficult memories, grief and confusion. None of those things were helping, of course. But he'd still gone back. His father had wanted him to do whatever made him happy, but being a flight engineer was all that he knew. And strangely, he'd missed it. His life had gone so goddamn strange that he missed the routine.

And yet, here he was. Walking into something even stranger. He wasn't convinced a bunch of extraordinaries sitting in a room was a good idea. It would certainly make them easier to target. But with this killer headache, the constant thoughts of doeshelovemedoesshehatemetwolattesgodihopetheytipwhoevendrinksthisshit whirling in his head, he wondered if that would be a bad thing. They'd agreed to meet in public. Meeting strangers in someone's apartment would just be weird.

He found the address with relative ease. It was a coffee shop, one that was blissfully quiet. But even still, Niki fished two painkillers out of his bag and swallowed them with a mouthful of water from his water bottle. He hung outside until the voices went a little quieter, until he knew he’d be able to tolerate it. As he stepped inside, he scrolled back through his phone to find the messages. They’d all sent something identifying about themselves. Niki had simply said he’d be dressed in military gear. One person, “hopepunkrose” had said they had long blue hair, and he could see a woman sitting in the corner matching that description. He took his time ordering his coffee, focusing in on her thoughts. he's wearing military gear. i wonder if it's him. nobody else is here oh god i hope other people show up what if he's a creep what if he's the killer-

He let his focus slip and smirked to himself. Yep, it was her. He took his coffee and made his way over to the table, practically throwing himself into the nearest seat. The woman raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I'm not the killer. I'm Maverick," he said. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't half expecting a young Tom Cruise. I'm hopepunkrose. Or, you know, Mat. My user's a bit of a mouthful," She retorted, relief written all over her face and colouring her thoughts. He smirked, taking a long sip of his coffee. He'd kept a stash of his antipsychotics and honestly, sitting here, still able to hear the whirling thoughts of this woman, he wished he'd taken one. This was going to feel surreal, no matter what. If only he could have peace as well.

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Character Portrait: Niki Harrell Character Portrait: Mat Rose Character Portrait: Rio Kiyoko Character Portrait: Joji Kujo Character Portrait: Manon Castellanos Character Portrait: Sabrina Callaghan Character Portrait: Elliot Callaghan

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Joji leaned back in his chair, eying the shadows moving behind the art director's office.

Must be nice.

He hated open offices and shared tables even moreso. There was no room for personal knick-knacks and the half-wall barriers dividing the left and right sides of the table were laughable. It was easy to tell who was surfing Amazon and who was playing Diablo III, the office worker's game of choice. He couldn't deny that he'd been guilty of shirking his duties in the past but, well there was no "but." The Japanese man still needed to pore through the feedback his team received from the beta testers of their last update.

"Trying too hard to be like Apple" seemed to be the prevailing sentiment, although everyone was happy to finally have night mode (God knows how long Joji had been fighting for that feature to be implemented). Everything trickled down from market research to analytics to the art director to them and finally, to the coders. Those poor, poor coders. There was an art to predicting what users wanted and more importantly, delivering what they didn't know they wanted. He found too often that there could be all outcry in the world against a certain change, only for it to be well-received. The opposite, incidentally, rarely happened.

A ping from his desktop brought his attention back to his screen where his work chat was buzzing.


xxxChris V: yo
xxxanyone down for boba tonight? @everyone
xxxAlex H: I can't. I have class in the morning.
xxxJun H: Depends. Can I get a ride back to BART?
xxxChris V: i gotchu bro
xxxDenise N: I'll go if Andy goes
xxxAndy L: Boi I'm broke


Joji pursed his lips for a moment. He had planned on cleaning his fridge tonight but...

xxxJoji K: Only if we can get Boba Guys.
xxxChris V: oh heck yea dude


He turned to his other screen, tabbing into his spreadsheet with a renewed vigor. There were still quite a few responses to go through and the chances of his team leaving work on time were slim, but for the sake of milk tea he would push through. He tabbed through his windows for a few moments, squinting at the preview of r/totallynormal.

Wait.

Fuck.


xxxJoji K: Hey sorry guys. Just realized I've got something after work.
xxxChris V: aw come on
xxxChris V: we haven't gone in forever
xxxAlex H: We had Boba Guys two days ago.
xxxChris V: but they're sooo good!
xxxJoji K: Okay fine, we can get drinks but I have to leave right after.
xxxChris V: yeet


He spent the rest of the day in relative silence, not daring to take a break in case he ended up requiring overtime. Luckily for him, the art director decided to take off early and leave them to their own devices. The milk tea came shortly after (an egregious line) as did Joji's journey to the latest artisanal coffee shop. Hopefully he wasn't too late.

He pulled up his phone and spotted two members of the meet-up, a man in a military outfit and a woman with blue hair. The blue hair was par for the course in SF but the military gear not so much. In retrospect he'd been pretty vague in his descriptor: Asian in a blue button up and jeans. That honestly could describe half of his company alone.

"I'm guessing we're all here for the same thing?" Joji asked, appraoching the table with a lazy wave of his hand.

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Character Portrait: Niki Harrell Character Portrait: Mat Rose Character Portrait: Rio Kiyoko Character Portrait: Joji Kujo Character Portrait: Manon Castellanos Character Portrait: Sabrina Callaghan Character Portrait: Elliot Callaghan

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Click. The orange flame of the zippo lighter set Rio's face aglow. The touch of heat that radiated from it was a pleasant sensation in the blistering cold- a cold that Rio had, as per usual, hardly prepared for. She seldom changed her attire based on the reasons, preferring to brave the elements than abandon her 'brand'. Click. The heat and the flame vanished. Click. They appeared again.

She wasn't used to waiting- usually she was the late one. And yet here she was, clicking her lighter open and closed, not in impatience, but just in her typically fiddly manner. She didn't like being left alone with her thoughts- she didn't something to distract her. Her father's old lighter worked perfectly, as did the cigarettes they lit when she decided that she didn't mind the smell after all. As she was wont to every couple weeks. What could she say? She's a fickle thing.

Finally, just as she was reaching for the packet in her pocket, Manon appeared, walking towards her, head bowed and mouth already forming words of apology.

"Sorry, I was-" "Deciding whether or not to come?" Manon's mouth closed, and she met Rio's amused gaze with a cool one. "... Yeah." Rio smirked, tucking the lighter back into her pocket before swinging her arm around the girl's shoulders. "And now? Still feeling indecisive?" Manon shook off the older woman's arm. "I'm here, aren't I?" Rio sent her another teasing smile, and Manon, in her traditionally short-tempered fashion, stormed on ahead, leaving Rio to catch up.

Manon had spent the morning in an internal debate. To go or not to go. She felt hesitant, although she wasn't sure exactly what it was that had her so fearful. Was it the danger of the killer? The danger of other extraordinaries? Or, more likely, was it that fear of rejection that had her so on edge? She knew the latter was the most likely culprit, and it plagued her to no end on the days leading up to the portentous meeting.

At least Rio was going. Rio the reckless. Rio the fearless. Of course she was going. What did she have to fear? But then again, Manon wondered what exactly Rio's reasons for attending were. Rio was hardly the sort to get caught up in the dramas of other people, if you could call the serial murders of extraordinaries, 'drama'. And she was even less the sort to care so much as to join some sort of ragtag justice team. As they walked to the address, Manon briefly considered looking deeper into Rio's emotions. Just as quickly, however, she abandoned the thought. Boredom, she presumed, was Rio's most likely motivation. The woman loathed being bored.

Finally arriving at the address, a unassuming little cafe, Rio turned to her companion. "Not too late to turn back, Nonny." Manon paused at her words, but shook away her reservations, stepping forward to lead the way through the door.

Immediately, Manon tasted tea. Sweet, as though the cafe's most regular occupants preferred several spoons of sugar. Rio whispered in her ear, "Let me know if it's tasty." Sliding her hands into her pockets, Rio barely had to look about the shop before noticing the man in the army uniform, and the girl with blue hair. They were hard to miss, the uniform in particular being hard to ignore, and even harder not to scoff at.

One a picture of confidence, and the other wishing she was but with less success, the (cute) blonde Asian in a leather jacket and the girl in a tan hoodie and black jeans walked over to the group of three. Rio slid into a free chair, already comfortable, whilst Manon chose to wait, standing by her side. "Huh. You're all a lot better looking than I expected. Kudos."

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Mat had almost forgotten about the meeting. Work had been busy, and then she'd had to get groceries, and then she'd had to help her neighbour with the vacuuming. She'd just sat down with a glass of rosé when she'd glanced at her phone and had realised she was supposed to be elsewhere. But it didn't take her quite as long as she'd expected to get in there, and she found herself there early. She got herself a skinny white chocolate mocha and sat down to wait, scrolling back through their chat. They'd all been vague about their abilities for the most part, alluding to what is was they could do. So when a guy in what looked like a military uniform showed up and knew who she was almost immediately, as well as what she was thinking, she wasn't alarmed.

Well. Not overly alarmed. Maybe just a little. He sat down, looking around the coffee shop with something between curiosity and exhaustion. Maverick had more or less disclosed that he had telepathy, because conversations with him would be "interesting", as he'd said himself.

An Asian guy matching the description of one of the group arrived, with a lazy wave and a grin. "Yep. Fucked up EO support club," Maverick said, before taking a mouthful of his own coffee. Before Mat even got a chance to suggest they all introduce themselves, two more arrived. A tall, intimidating looking girl and a really cute blonde Asian girl. When the Asian girl mentioned they were better looking than she expected, Mat was pretty damn sure that she blushed a little. But she caught herself, reminded herself why they were here, and cleared her throat.

"Uh, I think we might still be waiting on a few people, but why don't we introduce ourselves?" She suggested. Maverick raised his eyebrows. "What, are we going to play some dumb game with a ball to make sure we learn each other's names?" He asked, and Mat shot him the most venomous glare she could muster. He raised his hands. "Fine, whatever. I'm Nikolai, but you'll probably all butcher that pronunciation so just call me Niki. You all know me as Maverick, so be warned, I can hear what you're all thinking." He raised an eyebrow, as if to ask if that was good enough. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm Matilda, but please just call me Mat, you all know me as hopepunk, and I'm a mimic."


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“Damnit, we are 100% late” Sabrina mumbled as she hastily wheeled her brother down the busy streets her phone navigation to the coffee shop muffled as it was stuffed in her pocket. “This is nothing like Burbank”. Elliot snorted slightly from his seat, “I really don’t know what you expected Brina. Also- could you slow down a little? Jesus, you’re going to mow someone down if you’re not careful”. She huffed slightly, slowing her pace sticking to the sidewalk closest to the buildings to avoid any ‘accidental’ run over toes. “Do you think this is a good idea?” She spoke quietly leaning down to Elliot’s ear, afraid of who or what might hear. “No” He responded curtly keeping his eyes trained on the pavement in front of them, “but that doesn’t necessarily mean we shouldn’t. Haven’t you wondered? Ever? If there were others like us, and know that we’ve found them you can’t tell me that you’re not the least bit curious as to what they have to say?” He was right, like always. “Okay, but any sign of trouble and I’m wheeling us back to Burbank”.

Elliot was a little nervous, which was a funny feeling as he hadn’t felt like that in a while. It had been a while since he had met new people let alone left his own house. A large part of the reason in him and his sister’s attendance was due to the fact that he couldn’t stand be trapped inside for any longer. Even though the trip had been less than ideal, and the busy city made his stomach churn he couldn’t help but feel free again. He hadn’t given any indication of his, predicament, on the chat so he was curious to see how the others would react.

Sabrina finally managed to locate the shop, thankfully, the street it was located on was much more quiet. She turned Elliot’s chair pushing open the door with her back and walked inside the shop. It was mostly vacant aside for the occasional avid coffee drinker and college student. Which is why they stood out like a sore thumb in the back of the shop. It was an odd assortment of people, they definitely didn’t seem to fit. Unfortunately, they all seemed to be engaged in conversation. Perfect, definitely late. She slowly wheeled Elliot over to the table pausing in front of it, not wanting to interrupt any of the others. Sabrina caught the tail end of the man in the army uniform and blue haired girl’s words. “You all know me as Maverick, so be warned, I can hear what you're all thinking." She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, hear thoughts? She suddenly felt a little more conscious of her mind. "I'm Matilda, but please just call me Mat, you all know me as hopepunk, and I'm a mimic.” Sabrina gripped the handles of Elliot’s chair, her pristine confidence faltering as she felt a little out of place. Elliot must’ve noticed because he spoke for her.

“Hello, I apologize for our tardiness but the transportation system is not as - friendly as we expected” In fact it was a complete nightmare. “I’m Animo, Elliot and my sister, Paladin, is Sabrina”.

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As everyone introduced themselves, Joji's glanced at his cup of boba mixed with ice and watered down milk tea. Perhaps he should have brought enough for everyone. It was certainly better than drinking over roasted coffee. Upon looking at everyone else however, he quickly recanted the thought. He was already that guy, the one who brought an outside drink despite the sign at the door asking him not to.

He stood to toss his empty drink into the trash before sitting back down and nodded along to people's names. Everyone's attitudes were somewhere between reluctant and begrudging save for Mat who had attempted to foster some camaraderie among all of them.

Mat hopepunk, dyed hair.

Nikolai Maverick, no tag needed.

Blonde jp girl.

Sabrina Paladin, blonde but also white.

Elliot Amino, the uh...brother of Sabrina.

He squinted at Manon. The lady from EO.

"Joji, online tag also Jóji but with an accent," he announced with a sheepish grin, "my ability's a bit uh, hard to explain but I wouldn't worry about it."

He’d been purposefully vague about his power, mainly because he didn’t know how to do so without it sounding silly. Maverick already revealed himself as a telepath but Mat's mimicry interested him more. Could she only copy people's actions or did that extend to powers too? He had a theory regarding Stands but nobody else to test them on, well really nobody else he could confide in.

Joji didn't expect to meet them all too often, even if the whole reason they met was to band together. These groups often dissolved after a few meetups and he highly doubted that they could keep gathering in San Francisco unless everyone magically lived in the Bay (and he wouldn't wish that upon anyone). At best they would be a merry band of extraordinaires that put off monthly meetings and at worst, one of them was the killer. The idea gnawed at him and at first, barred him from responding to the invite but the slim chance this could lead to finding Seychelle again was too good to pass up.

You said it yourself. You're special too.