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Evolutionary

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a part of Evolutionary, by iamsheena.

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iamsheena holds sovereignty over Earth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://marvel.com/universe/x-men

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Earth is a part of Evolutionary.

3 Places in Earth:

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Kaya Erikson [12] "I don't do people..."
Jayce Stevenson [11] "I demand the finer things in life."
Leila Rosabelle Tan [7] "Yeah it's pretty, but it's useless if that's all it can do."
Lloyd Neurus [5] Any scientist worth his funding is crazy.
Tyler [5] "I have no last name, and its probably better this way".

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Ophelia needed to get plenty of sleep for her upcoming exams, but she felt under-prepared and nervous, and couldn't stop her mind from racing. She decided to sneak off campus and walk the dark streets of Athens. The walk wouldn't help settle her mind much, but it would help get her mind off of school, and that's really all she cared about.

She always thought the landmarks of Athens beautiful - who wouldn't? But that's usually all people saw. Ophelia saw more. People were worse off in other parts of the world, but the poor could not be ignored in Greece just because other places were worse. Ophelia's parents had always called her sensitive because she would cry easier than others, and get angrier quicker; they made fun of her. However, Ophelia knew that she cried or got angry as quickly as she did because she could sense others' emotions better than most. She figured that she was indeed sensitive, but just not in the way her parents meant it.

Ophelia turned a corner and could see her campus once more. She had been at the school since she was five; once she turned eight, her parents seldom visited her, and she, along with her brothers, began seeing them only during the summer breaks. She didn't mind so much. Ophelia never had a strong relationship with either of them anyway.

She began walking to the school slowly, trying her best to stretch her travel time out. This changed when she saw a large, dark figure walking quickly towards her. Her pace quickened as she slightly altered her path, trying to avoid the fast-approaching encounter. However, he matched her and it was then she knew just what his intent was. She could sense it. Ophelia broke out into a run, but was caught from behind by another man. He held her tight, but she struggled. She grabbed hold of his arm, trying to pry it loose. Suddenly, she was free.

Startled, Ophelia looked at the man on the ground. He had a stupid grin on his face and seemed close to sleep. In her confusion, she forgot about the first man, but was soon reminded as he shouted and leapt at her. As he went to pull her close to him, she pushed at him, touching his face. He grunted and collapsed with a stupid grin, just like the other man. Acutely aware that she had done that to both of them, and that she was almost safely home, she broke into a sprint and snuck back in to her dorm room.

Over the course of the following week, Ophelia quietly reached out to several people she disliked to see if she indeed had some power. Her findings were conclusive. She didn't fully understand it, but knew that she had to avoid touching people if she could help it.

By the time summer was upon her, Ophelia also realized that she could brighten or darken someone's day with a simple thought. She figured that rather than be afraid of her new abilities, she would use them to her advantage.

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Why'd you have to leave me alone?

"You're not alone," Deirdre replied while she slept. Her bedroom was dark, save for a little bit of moonlight seeping in through her open window. It was autumn, but still warm enough that a window needed to remain open during the night to keep the air circulating. The walls were plain and white, with only some marker scribbles near the baseboards from the drawings the young girl did while still in diapers.

I can't do this.


"You need to stay home."

I miss you so much.

"I'm sorry," Deirdre whispered, still asleep as tears escaped her closed eyes.

I'm so alone.


"You have me."

The deep, familiar voice lost all its calm and screamed in agony. Deirdre's eyes flew open at the sudden sound and she sat up quickly, listening. Nothing. There were no sounds, no voices. But she knew she had heard her father scream. Slowly, she crept out of her bed and stepped carefully. She opened the door and peaked out into the dark hallway. Down the hall, she saw her father's door opened just a crack as light seeped through. There were faint words and sobs that accompanied the light. Shaken by what she had heard, Deirdre tiptoed to her father's door and opened it a little more, stepping in.

"Daddy?"

"What are you doing out of bed?" he asked, angry and drunk.

"I- I heard you scream."

"What?" He stood up and stormed towards the door, "get out!"

"But I heard-"

"You didn't hear nothing!" he shouted at her as he slammed the door, narrowly missing her fingers. "Get back to bed!"

Tears fell freely as Deirdre slowly made her way back to her bedroom. Still, she heard her father:

Why did you leave me? Leave me with her? I never wanted this. Why? Why?! WHY?!

'Why' kept echoing in Deirdre's mind. It wouldn't stop.
"Make it stop," she cried as she held her hands to her ears while making it to her bed. "Stop it!" Deirdre tossed and turned, trying to make the 'whys' stop, but no matter what she did, it just seemed to echo repeatedly. However, it did eventually stop in the early morning light as Deirdre's exhaustion took over and she succumbed to sleep.

She was late for school that morning, but the whys had stopped and only her regular thoughts kept her company, so she was happy regardless.

That changed by lunchtime.

The school that she went to was just outside her village but was attended by children from several other surrounding villages, so it had a relatively large population of students. During the noon hour, the cafeteria was full of all 300 students at the same time. Deirdre began hearing echoing voices like her father's from the night before. Except they weren't her father's words. They were her peers'. The words were jumbled together and unintelligible. It was too much and too loud.

Deirdre ended up waking up in the office. She had passed out in the cafeteria. Her father had been called to pick her up, but he didn't answer.

Damn drunk. What a terrible father.

The harsh words from the secretary startled Deirdre.
"You don't know him," she replied, knowing what the secretary said was indeed true, but also knowing that it was important to speak up for those who were absent.

"Excuse me?"


"He's not a terrible father and you shouldn't talk about people when they aren't hear to defend themselves."

The secretary stumbled on her words, unsure of what to say, looking quite scared. She finally settled on, "you should go home. Your father will see you then." Her words were cold and unsteady, and Deirdre wondered why before gathering her belongings in trekking home.

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She'd just wanted to slam something, anything! Car doors were somewhat designed to take that kind of abuse, so the filipino-chinese hadn't been too worried. But somehow, Leila had badly miscalculated her own strength. She hadn't thought that was possible. She was good at calculations and even better at knowing her own physical strengths and weaknesses. So how did this happen? How did she end up dreading the punishment that was sure to come thanks to destroying the car door.

"I'm so sorry! Di ko sinasadya! (It wasn't my intention!) Mom, please believe me!"

There wasn't any response, but more than mad, her parents looked absolutely baffled. Lei's hands trembled as she twisted her school uniform's skirt; it really wasn't her fault. But she still couldn't quite brush everything off as an accident. After all, ever since last year, she'd known about her enhanced abilities. But some days they worked, some days they didn't. But really, she'd been in a bad mood all day and slammed the door. She should've been aware of the possibility her powers were active. But she wasn't paying attention again. She needed to learn to control it. But to control it, the teenager needed to understand her power. Just what was it really? It had something to do with her physical body, that much she knew.

"Of course I believe you sweetheart; you wouldn't have the strength to do it."

On the contrary, I do. Sometimes. Keyword sometimes. Her mother was incorrect in her suppositions, but the young woman found no reason to prove her otherwise. Instead she went along with her reasoning that the car had been poorly made, her father going along with it. They didn't need to know about the fact she went through pens like water, that she'd also broken the doorknob in the classroom or that she'd totally kicked the track star's ass at school. She was scared. While she knew her parents loved her as much as they loved her brothers, she wasn't sure how well they would take it if they learned their only girl wasn't normal. Would they send her to some institute? Pawn her off to some circus sideshow? Encourage her to become a superhero? Force her to use her abilities for their own benefit? Her line of thoughts brought a chill to her spine, more than her father's silent glare.

"Still, you're grounded for the next two weeks." Two weeks. She mentally sighed in relief as she feigned a hurt expression for her parents. It was shorter than she'd expected (quite frankly Leila had expected to never see the outside world ever again) so she knew her parents thought it wasn't entirely her fault. Maybe the grounding would do her some good. She could use the time to try and understand the abilities she'd come to accept she had. There was just no other way to explain it.

She understood her parents silence as dismissal and started to make her way into the house when her father's voice stopped her.

"Also, I got a call from your teacher." Oh god please don't let this be about the door I broke. Leila had made sure no one knew about her involvement and left no evidence of her presence, but she could've forgotten something. She'd been doing that a lot lately. She tried to stop herself from cringing as she faced her father.

"Yes, Dad?" The brown-haired teen braced herself for the worst.

"Sabi niya sa 'kin natalo mo daw si Keiko. (He told me you beat Keiko.) Good job." The middle-aged man grinned in pride. "Galing talaga ng anak ko. (My daughter's great.)" He approached his only daughter, patted her head and entered the house ahead of her. Her mother beamed in pride and followed soon after, leaving Leila in shock. Apparently her suddenly excellence in physical activities wasn't going to be questioned. She sighed in relief as she opened the door to their living room. Maybe this power thing of hers could work in her favor.

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Tyler figured she might need a bit of...convincing. So he teleported. From one side of the hall to the other, he teleported. "No immagination. You do not imagine being tortured and experimented on for 5 years. And you certainly do not imagien it when you have the scars to prove it. Now do you believe me?"

Tyler had this serious tone. He did not sound delusional. He did not sound like he was joking. He didn't even sound paranoid. He sounded sincere. He looked straight into her eyes the entire time as well. And, he always had a backup. He took something out of a bag, and tossed it to the ground by her. It was a car crash report, except this was noticeably different. For one thing, it was classified beyond all belief, and most of the text was inked out. The second thing is that it was a United States file, but they were killed in Africa. "They killed my parents because they got close to finding me. So..." he started, teleporting closer to her now. "...you tell me if you still think this is my imagination or not?"

Tyler had some pretty damning evidence. Not enough to make public, but enough to make his point.

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A man inside the gallery searched around. Where is the target? He had to find her, and keep an eye on her, until the backup arrived. But somehow, he had lost Ophelia. He kept looking, before finally spotting her. However, that is not all who he spotted. He quickly made a call. "Sir, I found her. But we have a Code Red. Tyler is here...and they are talking..."

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HOURS AGO, SOMEWHERE UNDERGROUND, OUTSIDE WASHINGTON

"The Man" stopped in the hallway, just in front of a metal door that looked as though it were more at home inside of an aircraft carrier. A stone-faced guard stood there, staring down at them. Gavin thought he must be nearly seven feet tall. "The Man" flashed her badge and the guard nodded silently, cranking the door open to let them pass. They went inside, down a featureless, darkened hallway.

"You said you needed assurance the dampener would work," The Man said, "and look what you're making us do. Traipsing all the way down here."

"You said it was time for me to see the place anyway," Gavin said. "What was it you wanted me to see?"

"This," she said, stopping stopping.

They stood before a holding cell. A double sheet of bullet-proof glass stood between them and the cell's occupants, a shriveled, emaciated young man in plain white t-shirt and a pair of briefs. He was strapped to a chair, and there were banks of humming machinery crowded around him in the small space. There were tangles of wires and cords looping about and hanging from the ceiling. Most of them led to the captive, IV's jammed into his pasty skin, hooking him to the machinery. He had some kind of metal crown fixed to his head, blinking with lights. His eyes were vacant and rolled back so far that Gavin could only see the whites of his eyes.

Gavin took an involuntary step backward. "What...what the hell is this?"

"This is Kevin," The Man said. "You could say hi, but he wouldn't hear you. You see, Kevin dreams, and when he dreams, people die."

"The machines...why is he hooked up to those? Why are you treating him like this?"

"Because Kevin is too dangerous to be let free. He used to live in a small town in the Midwest. One night, he had particularly awful dreams. The next morning, no one who lived within a mile radius of him woke up."

"Why are you showing me this?"

"Because of the damper I gave you." She reached over to the wall, where a blinking control panel lie embedded in the concrete. She flicked a switch, and within the cell, the banks of machinery ceased their humming, de-powering. "I'm turning them off so that you can see that the device does, indeed, work."

Gavin lifted it from his belt. It was palm-sized, with a touch screen. It showed energy, like waves, coming from the man in the cell, headed toward his position, a little blue blip on the screen. He gave another involuntary step backward, but his back hit the concrete wall behind him. But on the screen, the waves of energy dispersed when they neared the blip, shielding both he and "The Man".

"You see?" she said. "It's like he's getting feedback.

The man in the cell, Kevin, still seemed as though he weren't entirely present, but Gavin heard him moaning now. He was in pain. His body was shuddering.

"It's hurting him!" Gavin said. "It's the feedback! Can't you see what you're doing!?"

The Man stepped over to the wall, depressing a button on the control panel once more. Kevin relaxed, sinking into the chair again, and into that peaceful abyss from which he'd been woken.

Gavin shook his head at her. "Why? You never treated me like this? Why him?"

"You know why," The Man said. "He can't control himself, so we do it for him."

Gavin was still shaking his head, staring into the cell. He couldn't stop staring. "You control it for him...not like this...never like this...I never imagined...."

"Well you're going to have to imagine. You're in the big leagues now. This is what we do. We make the hard choices so that others don't have to."

OUTSIDE THE RICHARDSON ART GALLERY, PRESENT

Gavin sat in the back of the taxi, staring out at the warmly lit building.

The cab driver turned to look over the shoulder of the seat, his mustache quivering when he spoke. "You going to get out or what?"

"Uh...yeah..." Gavin said. "Thanks."

He paid the cabbie and stepped out into the night, adjusting his suit, pulling at his sleeves.

The Man had told him to get a grip. It was all for the good of the country, for the good of the world. Wasn't it? But seeing that man, hooked up to those machines...he couldn't stop thinking about it. He hadn't seen himself like this, back when he'd first signed on. He'd wanted to help people. That was all. And this Ophelia woman, whoever she was....there was the possibility that they might decide to do the same thing to her, should she be too difficult to control.

What if Gavin hadn't been so compliant when he'd been approached by one of the ED agents? What would they have done then? Bagged him and tagged him like an animal?

Gavin felt like he was standing on the edge of a precipice. He could go in there and do his job. He could run now, run somewhere where they'd never find him. Or he could do the right thing and go up those steps and warn this unsuspecting young woman that there were people after her, people that might harm her. Even if he did go to warn her, she probably wouldn't trust him.

He took a deep breath, playing with the buttons on his suit for a bit more.

And then he walked up the steps.

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Gavin brushed shoulders with a young man as he passed by. He was in his teens, maybe fourteen or fifteen, and there was something strikingly familiar about him. Gavin stopped there on the steps for a moment, the hairs on his neck rising. He almost shouted out to the kid, to get him to turn around, but then the moment was gone, and cries of horror began erupting from within the building.

Gavin raced up the steps. Something had happened. Something terrible.

As he neared the entrance, the cries seemed to quite into a low rumble of disquiet. A swarm of people jostled him, their shoes squeaking against the marble floor, threatening to sweep him back out of the building. For a moment he was tempted to duplicate, to push back, to protect himself, before he realized how orderly this "swarm" was, how calm. They were walking out in several, single-file lines, placid as sheep.

Making his way around them, a bit perturbed, Gavin entered the main hall. Across the way, he saw a woman with blonde hair, slumped against the far wall. She was striking, wearing a night-blue skirt, her hair in curls. Lying there in repose, her face pale, there was a kind of understated dignity about her. He stopped there for a moment, just looking at her, until the sight of the fire extinguishers and the pile of ash beside her snapped him back to reality.

He ran to her side, and amidst the ash and fragments of a black tuxedo, he saw an earpiece. It looked just like his. Gavin's skin prickled, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck rising once more. His fellow agent had been murdered. And now he knew why he recognized the stranger outside. That kid...that kid had done it. What was his name? Tyler something? Gavin ground his teeth together. He nearly cried in outrage, but his throat tightened in frustration, letting loose only a growl.

Yesterday, he might have gone after the kid. But now...after seeing what had been done to that dreamer deep beneath the ED facility...he couldn't help but wonder what had been done to Tyler to make him lose it, to make him go on a rampage like he'd been doing. And now a man was dead because of him. Gavin didn't know what was right anymore. This...this pile of ash that used to be a man...that was definitely not something he could abide. If Gavin ever saw Tyler again he'd... What would he do? Try to kill the kid? No, that wasn't the answer. So what was?

He couldn't dwell on questions of morality right now. There was a woman here who needed his help. If neither Gavin, nor his deceased support reported in soon, there'd be ED agents swarming the place. He couldn't leave her.

He knelt, slipping a hand under the crook of her knees, placed one on her back, and lifted her in his arms.

He stopped at the entrance to the gallery and mentally kicked himself. With everything going on he'd forgotten to tell the cabbie to wait there for him. And he couldn't call one with his phone. It was ED issued. They'd be listening. He was trying to help this girl but already it seemed as though he were barely able to help himself. And then a thought struck him. She had a car somewhere, right?

He went back down the steps with Ophelia in his arms. Most of the patrons were still milling about here, to Gavin's surprise. They seemed frightened, but they weren't disorderly, didn't run, nothing that Gavin would usually associate with witnessing a murder. One of them was calling the police on his cellphone. The parking valet was there, talking to them, trying to figure out what was going on.

The valet spotted Gavin walking toward him with Ophelia in his arms, and his eyes went wide.

"Is she okay?" He said.

"She's fine," Gavin said. "She just fainted. I need you to bring her vehicle here."

"Uh..." the valet scratched the back of his neck. "What? No, I can't do that. The police are coming and everyone needs to stay here."

Gavin had counted on the valet not listening to him. So he split himself off. Once, and then twice. Two other Gavins, dressed in identical suits, stepped out of him, as though from some hidden pocket in reality. Gavin knew, from the valet's perspective, it looked as though his doubles had been hiding somewhere behind him, even though that wasn't the case. Both of them grabbed the valet's arms. The poor young man's face had gone white with shock, and a cold sweat gathered on his brow.

"You'll take us there, then," Gavin said. "Or my friends and I will have to convince you."

"Uh...yessir," the valet stammered. "Right away sir."

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Tyler felt something blocking him. He retreated to a dark corner. Someone was jamming his ability to teleport at long range, or even medium range. That is when he saw the truck go by "Economic Interests. Serving the world for 21 years". Tyler knew what that actually was. It was an ED truck.

Tyler knew who they were going after too. He teleported on top of the truck, which took more energy then it should have. "Shit, this will be harder. I need to save enough energy to get back to Europe...". He still had a good supply of steak left, so he could do some things. But not that much. That device had to be his priority, or he was going nowhere.

He could see a car that had been driven onto the side of the road. Immediately, he put his powers into effect. He deatomized the van, causing the six ED agents to hit the road at 9 miles per hour, because they were slowing down. One of them broke their neck and died. Tyler received similar damage, but he regenerated. That is when he saw Gavin and Ophelia. "Run!"

He started throwing fireballs at the ED agents, to help fight them off.

(sorry if it's short, busy with stuff)

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Lloyd's relocation to Africa had come unexpected to him. He was doing quite alright in ED's facility in Minnesota, but apparently the place was simply a testing ground for new recruits. This was the real thing, and to be honest, all he felt was nervous anticipation during his first few days in his new workplace. He was supposed to study a particularly fascinating mutant, whose powers had somehow developed into even better heights ever since they brought him in to be studied. Which meant a fresh mutation in his genetic code - would that show up differently? Sure they had copies of from when he still hadn't received his second power. That might point him in the right track.

He was right in suspecting that ED was a shady business. What self-respecting company would put their research team right out in an oil rig in South Africa? Definitely one who didn't want attention. But who was he to judge? Here he was getting excited while studying the DNA of some poor soul the ED had chosen to collect. Lloyd didn't doubt one bit that 90% of the mutants who were with ED were far from cooperative. And yet he was doing nothing to alleviate the problem. Hell, he even refused to see the actual test subjects.

Week three of his stay and he'd made very little progress in his research. The frustration was coming off in waves. He needed a breather. With the ocean just outside his lab, why not? A hand instinctively reached into a pocket for a cigarette, but came up empty. Oh right. Smoking was banned here, which is why he'd left his cigarettes. Something about keeping up with the appearance of an oil rig? Made little sense considering there wasn't anyone around, but he'd listen. They were a paranoid bunch and likely wouldn't hesitate to silence him if he overstepped his bounds. He made do with the stirrer for his coffee.

"Neurus, we need to talk." Lloyd swiveled around to face the head researcher of the rig. An eyebrow shot up in question, but he nodded. Had he done something wrong?

"I'm listening." He leaned against the railing, wondering what it was that had forced his boss to talk to some lowly new recruit. Honestly, the only scenarios he could think of were bad news, and none of the results were pretty. Lloyd Neurus, leading expert in genetics and honest-to-goodness genius, dies in some unknown oil rig off the coast of Africa. What a lovely way to meet his demise.

"You're being transferred to NY." The statement surprised him. A transfer? So early?

"Can I ask why I'm being transferred to the big apple?" A half smile formed on his lips.

"Higher-ups say you'll do more good there than cracking a six year old case." The statement completely removed whatever expression he'd had before. Now it was just baffled curiosity. Just why had he been researching some six year old case? Thames went on his explanation. "Don't look so surprised, chum. It's a standard thing to test if you're really going to work. Truth is, we were kind of hoping you'd crack the damn thing."

He frowned, but accepted it. It was much easier than trying to argue with their silly standards. "No wonder it felt like I was going around in circles. When do I go?"

"Tomorrow. Pack up your things and get some rest." And with that, Thames left, leaving him alone in the rig once again. He broke out into a grin. Looks like he was going to the city that never sleeps. Sounds right up his alley.

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The hallways were crowded inside of the New York school and it gave Jayce several bad memories. He hated schools with a passion they were a culling ground for anger and resentment. As he walked down the hallway, Jayce say a young boy around the age of 15 being shoved into a locker. Angry he walked over to the bullies and stared them in the eyes.

"You will never bully anyone again." He said calmly while looking each in the eye individually. The bullies expressions turned to excitement as they said, "Whatever you say!" They marched away from him laughing and joking as though the nothing had happened. "Thank you." Said the boy as he climbed out of the locker. He ran quickly away down the halls.

Jayce laughed as he remember how he used to be that boy running down the hall. He found it ironic that he used his ability in the same situation that he had first used it so many years ago. His smile turned to a frown when he remembered that the boys who he had killed.

"Excuse me? Are you Jayce Stevenson?" said a voice somewhere behind him. Jayce turned and responded with a smile, "That's me are you the principle here?" The man Jayce had responded to was a small man barely reaching up to Jayces shoulders. If the man noticed the height difference he didn't show it.

"My name is Adam McCombs I am the principle here at New York City High School 15. I must say I found it incredible that a 19 year old graduate from Harvard requested to fill in for Mr. Lee." Adam said as he led Jayce down the hall.

Jayce nodded as they walked, "How is Mr. Lee has he received any treatment yet?"

"Not yet," Adam replied, "The Lee family does not think his illness is anything unusual."

Jayce nodded. Ordering a family to think one of them is sick was no trouble. The only issue was to make sure that the sickness was believable. Jayce figured that he wouldn't have to visit the family anytime again soon. Soon they arrived at the classroom and Jayce said, "Is this the room?"

"Yes, Biology 101. You will be teaching freshman first hour and third hour." Adam explained with bravado. He was clearly excited for Jayce to be here. "Freshman are my favorite," Jayce said cavalierly sitting down in the chair, "Leave."

Adam smiled widely as he turned to leave. "As you wish." When the man finally left the room Jayce pulled a file from his bag. It was a class roster for his freshman. "Now which one of you is my mutant?" he said quietly.

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Jayce watched with amusement as his third period class marched in. Freshman were like candy, they came in all different sizes and shapes. There were Goths, nerds, athletes, and things he didn't even know what they were. As they were walking, Jayce noticed that the plants in the window perked up when the class sat down. Jayce smiled as he stood up and address the class. " Does the name project 22 mean anything to any of you? "

The class looked blankly at Jayce. After what seemed like years, he waved his hand and said, "Turn your textbooks to page 131. Today we will be talking about Mendel and how he contributed to genetics. Oh, abd my name is Mr. Stevenson I will be your substitute until Mr. Lee is feeling better."

Jayce taught the class without any more questions about project 22. He knew that the patient was somewhere in the class. The troublesome part was that the student had no idea that they were a project. This would make the search an even bigger pain in the butt than it already was.

"Mr. Stevenson, are you really a Harvard graduate? You look really young." Jayce sighed as he turned from the chalkboard. He knew that the question was going to be asked. He just figured it wouldn't be on the first day.

Creating a fake background was easy these days. However, the trick to it was the ability to stick with the story. So Jayce responded in the way he usually did when he didn't feel like answering. "Don't ask me about it again. I went to Harvard and that's the end of the story. " The whole class nodded and went back to their work.

As the class worked Jayce walked up and down the aisles looking for a give away to one of their mutations. Other than the school and now the flowers he had nothing to go on. The bell rang and the class began filling out. As they left Jayce noticed that the plants had started to wilt again. "It has to be someone in this class." he muttered going back to his chair.

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Kaya looked up at the girl who asked the question. Seriously? That's the rumor going around? Oh for the love of--he hasn't even been here half a day! She was about to make a snide comment when he answered the student,

"Don't ask me about it again. I went to Harvard and that's the end of the story."

Kaya suddenly found herself nodding and going back to work. She tried to fight it, she wanted to call him out on it. As she struggled her handwriting got sloppier. What was happening? It was as if there was some force pushing her in a certain direction. She pushed back, fully intending to ask him if he was serious. How could he have gone to Harvard? He was too young! She kept pushing but the unknown force pushed back and she had no idea how to fight it. Fine! I won't ask about Harvard, she finally acquiesced. A pleasant wave washed over her once she'd given in to the command.

She wanted to growl at her inability to speak, but she felt so serene for some reason. She glanced towards Mr. Stevenson as he walked past. What the hell had he done to her? How the hell had he done it to her? She froze for a moment before digging back into her work with fervor. The answer was staring her in the face.

Her substitute teacher was like her. Not exactly like her, obviously he had a different ability than she did. But what were the odds! The bell rang and Kaya gathered her things calmly, careful not to stare at Mr. Stevenson too much. She couldn't believe it. She had run into another mutant.

After she left the classroom, Kaya hurried to get her things from her locker. Her fourth hour was a free period and after that was lunch, but today she was checking out early to go to the lecture. She checked out in the school office and made her way towards the subway station. She had a train to catch.

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Tyler looked back, seeing another vehicle coming towards them. He thought he could fight them. Up until the point two people with Rocket Launchers aimed out the windows. He was powerful, but he wasn't stupid or suicidal. Furthermore, Ophelia and the other man was gone, so he teleported away, back to Europe.

Only, he barely made it that far. As he was teleporting, he felt like he was hit by a giant Fly Swatter and found himself rematerializing over water on the coast of Ireland. Which was not good, because he couldn't swim. He had been stuck in a lab for half his childhood, he NEVER learned how to swim. And he had to fully rematerialize before he could teleport again at least. So he hit the water, hard, and the momentum from whatever intercepted his teleport had him shooting towards the shore.

What the hell did that? I have not even heard a single rumor the ED could do something like that. And they would be here to capture me... Something hit him down, but he had no clue what.

Either way he was wet, cold, and tired. And drowning. He teleported to shore, spitting out water. "Thank you land...thank you. He then passed out, too exhausted to move.

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After eating lunch with her father in the campus Dining Commons, Kaya went back with her father to his office to grab a notebook and her bag before heading off to the lecture. Her father would have liked to have gone with her, but he had a class to teach that overlapped with the lecture. She honestly didn't mind going by herself, and she knew that her father was more of a physical science man than a life science one anyway.

It didn't take her long to find the lecture hall, as she'd been on campus plenty of times before. She smiled to herself as she entered the hall, The perks of being a professor's daughter. She managed to maneuver around the college students and quickly found a seat in the front between a gangly, spectacled boy and a prim and professional looking young woman. She noticed how both of them kept stealing not-so-subtle glances at her hair.

She ignored them, choosing instead to look through the handouts that had already been so helpfully placed on the desk-table in front of her. She was glad to see that the digital presentation had been printed out for everyone's convenience. She checked the time to see that there were still about ten minutes to wait. Pulling out her notebook and a pen, Kaya began to doodle while she waited for the lecture to start.

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Kaya was enraptured by the lecture. By the time it was over she had written eight pages of notes and made multiple notations over the presentation slides. It was absolutely thrilling listening to someone who believed in the possibility of people like her. She checked the time once the lecture was over and found that she still had a few hours until she had to leave. Delighted, she fully intended to take the opportunity to try and talk with Dr. Neurus.

For now, though, she just listened patiently to the questions asked in the forum.

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Just outside Canton, Ohio. 3 years ago

Camping trips were always a pain for Emilein. A late graduation trip her parents said as if to justify the fact that she hated camping with them. They sat outside their RV, an elderly man and slightly younger woman sitting around a campfire, talking to one another about things that she really wasn't listening to.

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily and put her head in her hands in boredom. "Now why am I out here again other than a supposed "late graduation trip" She asked out loud, making the two look in her direction.

"It's good for you, baby girl. You need to get outside more." said her father with a slightly annoyed tone.

"That what you said when you forced me onto the cheer leading team."

"But you need to get out of yo-"

"I'm majoring in computer building, dad. I don't need sports."

He looked like he was about to say something, but stopped at the fact that she was right in a sense. Her mother at the other hand seethed. "You know you don't talk that way to your father."

"And you're not my real mother. So don't act like you've been able to discipline me all these years."

"Now hold on!"

Emilien stood up in annoyance. "No. Ever since I got into highschool, you two have been nothing but over bearing idiots who want nothing more than a perfect daughter that never happened. It's a wonder how I got any friends in four years of you talking for me."

Both of them looked stunned as she turned around and walked into the forest. As if they couldn't do anything to keep her in their sights.

Emilien walked for what seemed like a couple hours as dusk was starting to settle over the forest. Strangely enough, it wasn't getting any cooler. She started to feel warmer in fact, and itchy. She looked down at her arm, feeling what started to feel like a burning sensation. A small carpet of black fur started to blanket her arm as a sharp pain in her mouth and back smacked her in the face like a fright train. She feel to the ground, the agony of it becoming too much for her. Soon the world went dark.
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When she woke up again, the moon was over the treeline but it wasn't as dark as she remembered it. As a matter of fact, she could see perfectly fine, no flashlight needed. She hoised herself up from the ground into a sitting position. The ground felt a bit different as well. She looked down and nearly screamed. Claws and black fur covered her hands and arms, keeping them warm from the breeze she could feel blowing in the wind. she put her hands to her sides, feeling more fur. it was over her chest, now hoodieless and not in anyway cold. However, the fact there was a weight on her back. She looked back, large bat wings staring back at her.

Before she could even have her freak out, the snaps of sticks in the distance started to sound off. People's voices, people that where looking for her. She looked down at herself and then back to the distance. She wanted out of her life, and this was her chance.

She grabbed what little of her hoodie was left and ran.

Running into what would be her new life.

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Nodding to the girl who had almost knocked him over in acknowledgement Jayce smiled and said, "Don't worry about it." Before he could continue the speaker came up and began his presentation. Jayce was intrigued by all that the man was teaching about. Surely something this close to the truth must have the ED involved in some way, shape, or form. So when the speaker announced that he would be around for discussion after Jayce knew he had to investigate.

Looking over at his notes he saw a student of his from that morning. She had a shock of green hair and was easily recognizable. Jayce casually got up and moved over to a seat near by her and said. "Now what is a freshman in highschool doing in a college level lecture?"

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Kaya froze at the sound of someone talking to her. She turned to find none other than her new teacher from this morning.

"I imagine the same thing you are," she dropped casually as she got up and started collecting her things. "Learning about genetics."

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Jayce watched as the girl collected her things and got up. There was something oddly suspicious about her. So Jayce followed her as she began to walk away. This girl had suddenly jumped up very high on his list of potential patients.

"Well I am technically still a college student. I do have to go to the occasional lecture. You however, are just a simple highschooler. Who is currently only getting a B+ in Biology 101. If you want to learn about genetics so much there must be a reason right?" Jayce probed quickly. He knew that he could force the girl to tell him what he wanted, but that might cause a bit of a scene if she knew nothing in the middle of a crowd. So he just followed her as he suggested, "Why don't we go talk to the speaker I'm sure he could fill you in on any of your curiosities."

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Kaya felt a bit uneasy when he started following her, but decided no to let him get to her. She was suspicious of him and....he seemed suspicious of her. Interesting, she thought, why would he be suspicious of me? She took a deep breath, analyzing his scent, trying to pick out just what it was he was projecting towards her. She was still trying to understand how this worked, but for the most part she had been able to get a decent read on people just out of instinct.

She opened her sense just enough and focused on her new teacher. She could feel the interest he was projecting, but there was also an underlying hint of worry. She wondered what he could be worried about. That she would prove to be violent with her powers and attack him? That was unlikely, seeing as he power wasn't really all that offensive. All she did was make plants happy for pity's sake.

"I only have a B+ because Mr. Lee doesn't appreciate my ideas," she told him a little defensively. Then rounding on him, "So you lied today in class then? Still have to finish up your schooling?" She had wanted to make a smart remark about actually going to Harvard, but again a strong wave had pushed her back and she suddenly found herself saying something else. Fine then. If she couldn't talk to him about Harvard then she'd nag him on everything but. "So is teaching our class a little experiment of yours, or some crap you have to do for your degree? Or are you just here to have fun?"

She was being snippy, and she knew it, but she was still a bit sore on not being able to do what she wanted. Throughout her little speech she had been rather inattentive to her surroundings and suddenly found herself running into what she was certain was a wall. Because as soon as she ran into it she fell back right into Jayce, who thankfully managed to keep them both upright. Looking up at what she had run into she realized that it wasn't a wall, but a beautiful young woman.

"Shoot, sorry," she quickly apologized.

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Jayce smiled at the little girl in front of him. She was so determined to counter his questions that she had crashed into a women.

"I got my teaching degree at 18. But, what I really want to get into is genetics. Hence, that is why I am taking this class. You however, are creative but, lack understanding in the true concepts." Jayce said with a smirk. Then he looked at the women Kaya crashed into and realized that she was the woman who almost pushed him over in his chair.

"Man, you really do like taking people out don't you?" He said with a casual smirk.

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If it wasn't for the fact that she was an over sized bat woman, Emilein could have hidden in plain sight among collage students. Most stayed far out of her way, wearing faces of either confusion, fear and even disgust among them. Very few of them looking at her with a look of curiousity. It was quieter than it was in the city, but any voices she could hear where usually one of the many "make a run for it" look and the sound of camera phones going off as well were starting to become a bit of an annoyance.

She had heard something about a lecture nearby, and by the flow of people that she had started to see, in her mind, it wouldn't hurt to see what the whole thing was about. She smiled to herself as that thought of a computer science lecture going on as she was supposted to major in computer science in the aim to build her own machines as a job instead of a hobby. Not only that, she could get out of the hall and get into a cool room for a while to lay low until the crowd outside started to thin out.

Emillein skooted herself into the lecture hall, crouching in the back as she raised her tail to balance herself as she tried to keep herself hidden in the back where the highest of the seats were until the coast was clear. The coolness of the room felt like a well needed breeze of air, dropping her duffle bag beside her as she sat below the sight line of the very back seats. The thumbs of her wings could be seen over the seats like little decorations on the back of the chair as she took her breather. Her eyes closed, only listening to those remaining in the lecture hall as she now knew that she had missed it. At the very least, she could hear what the speaker answer some questions from those who remained in the hall.

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"I'm so sorry ma'm. That was completely my fault, I wasn't paying attention," Kaya apologized as she grabbed her back and notebook from the floor. She glared at Jayce. She wanted nothing more than to call him out on his ability and how he probably forced someone to give him a teaching degree, but she didn't want to say anything in front of the woman. Granted she probably wouldn't have known what they were talking about, but Kaya wasn't particularly trusting. Of anyone. Heck, she hadn't even told her father about what was happening to her and he was practically her best friend.

In any case, she was still glaring at Jayce and silently seething at his proclamation that she was stupid. She was about to snap at him before she noticed Dr. Neurus. Completely ignoring Jayce and the woman, Kaya ventured off in his direction, hoping to get a chance to speak with him before she had to leave.

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Kaya held back a wince at the scraping sound the chair made. It was hell on her ears, but she had schooled herself to keep her reactions down. Normal people may dislike the noise, but they weren't typically pained by it. Kaya pulled up her own chair, making considerably less noise and sat herself across from him.

She held out her hand saying, "My name's Kaya. It's very nice to meet you Dr. Neurus, I've read your work, and I'm very interested in the advancing mutations to the human genome."