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The Dawn of Rebellion

The Dawn of Rebellion

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After 2 years of horrendous, unethical experimentation, the number of "failed products" created by the Genesis Project are increasing... And they're not happy.

3,038 readers have visited The Dawn of Rebellion since Zephyr created it.

Introduction

INDEX

||THE STORY||
||THE WORLD||
||THE ARMADA||
||THE GENESIS PROJECT||
||POWER CLASSIFICATION||
||THE EXPERIMENTS||
||THE HUMANS||
||GLOSSARY||


||THE STORY||


Evolution...

Science has brought us close to unlocking its true potential. Years of unethical experimentation... Thousands of "failed" experiments...

The year on Earth is 2139 A.D. For eighty years, the United States Government had siphoned thousands of tax dollars into the study of controlling and increasing the process of genetic advancement. Multiple factions experimenting in multiple ways to find a safe way to forcefully evolve us... to create super-humans to utilize as military weapons. All methods had proved fatal, turning out thousands upon thousands of failures... At least, up until two years ago. One method proved to be effective, producing the first genetically enhanced human. The first successful psychic weapon. The project was labeled Genesis.

Since then, the CIA has been plucking random individuals off of the streets and putting them through the extremely painful and dangerous Genesis Process. Three quarters die, their cellular structure unable to handle the changes made. Seven out of thirty-two come out without memory... without conscious thought... Existing solely for the exploitation of the Government. And one out of thirty-two come out conscious. Conscious of everything but their pasts, yet knowing innately that something has happened to them. Those few are given the choice to join the others in servitude. Those who refuse are disposed of as "failed experiments". However, one out of ten of those who refuse find a way to escape. They live in hiding, constantly changing identities to avoid the detection of those who would destroy them because of the powers they now possess.

These powers that we posses are still a wonder to us. Genesis affects each of us in a different way, bestowing unto each of us singular, unique mental abilities. Feats such as Telekinesis and Levitation at our disposal with the simplest of thoughts. Though these powers don't come with out a price. While some powers rely on light or heat energy, others rely on our own, causing fatigue or headaches with overuse. Just one more price for us to pay...

We are vastly outnumbered, but the ranks of the escaped are slowly and surely growing. We are aware of each others existence. There are even underground support groups and gatherings for us "mutants". Mostly, they exist to offer sanctity to newly-escaped mutants and to integrate them into society. But our true agenda lies in rebellion... To overthrow the government that took our lives away from us.

||THE WORLD||


The world works in basically the same manner it did one hundred years ago, the technology only being slightly more advanced than it was back then. Structures such as buildings remain the same in appearance, though most are made from more durable materials such as integral carbon-steel and hydroglass. Fashion trends continue, though bare great resemblances to the ones seen in the twenty-first century. The world is highly over-populated, making the execution of Genesis even more discreet [as who in a global population of twenty billion would notice the disappearance of a few million people...] As such, many parts of the world are stricken with poverty. Music styles such as rap and hip-hop are virtually non-existent, replaced in popularity by electronic music and, surprisingly, classical music. The Education System has become more sophisticated and effective, but also costs a lot of money. Hence, a lot of children in less wealthy families are home-schooled. Classic tumbler lock & key systems are obsolete, now replaced by electronic lock systems with features like password entry, retinal and hand scanning, and vocal recognition. This makes most break-in situations very difficult [for non-technokinetics, anyways].

Vehicles are more aerodynamic and come with more safety features, reducing the number of deaths by vehicular accidents to near zero. Most cars these days actually drive themselves. Progression has caused a great lost in forested areas, so to compensate, trees and artificial wildlife habitats have been implemented to preserve the ecosystem. It has so far proven effective.

Food is another thing that has evolved over the past hundred years has evolved as well; most food products consumed are completely artificial, but contain more nutrients than their predecessors. Religion as well has taken a turn for the worst [or as some may consider it, the better]. Atheism is the leading belief, though pockets of the world still hold true to their faiths.

||THE ARMADA||


The Armada is a Mutant Support Group and Rebel Faction founded by three of the original twenty escaped mutants. Its Headquarters were located in SoHo in New York City, in the basement of a large business firm. However, the humans of New York City are completely unaware of the basement's existence due to one of the Founders' powers. Though it has no real chain of power, Armada does have a few higher ups, but their only real duties are general security, mutant registration, and mutant recovery.

Beside the Business Firm is a public garage. The majority of the vehicles owned by the Armada are stored there.

Armada Headquarters was recently swarmed by the Genesists, resulting in the majority of the mutants fleeing the scene. Order is in shambles, but amongst all of the chaos there is still hope for retaliation.

||THE GENESIS PROJECT||


The Genesis Project, originally implemented in 2157, is a process that alters the genetic make-up of otherwise average humans. It enhances neural and cellular activity, giving the test subject special powers. The current process involves inserting the test subject into a chamber, and filling it with a substance known as GAB [Genetically Altering Biomede]. The rate of success is very unlikely; only one quarter of the test subjects survive, and of those who do, an even smaller amount come out with conscious thought. The others simply exist as puppets for the exploitation of the government as military weapons. However, due to the nature of the invasive procedure, all subjects wake up with no memory of who they are, because in essence, their old selves were destroyed. Other parts of their personage though, such as personality, intelligence, and preferences remain in tact.

Depending on the genetic make-up of the test subject, Genesis will affect different parts of their make-up, resulting in a near endless variety of powers.

||POWER CLASSIFICATION||


|| Please note that the listed Powers are only suggestions. Feel free to come up with your own, but be sure to categorize them appropriately and provide a proper description. ||

Extrasensory: Powers pertaining to human consciousness.
  • Telepathy - The ability to speak through thought, peer into others' minds, place mental blockades upon memories, etc.
  • Astral Projection - The ability to project one's conscious mind on to a physical plane.
  • Possession/Persuasion - The ability to control and manipulate an individual's actions through the manipulation of memories, mental persuasions, etc.
  • Psionics - The ability to cause an individual to experience severe neural distress, causing intense pain that can lead to death.
  • Perceptive Altercation - The ability to manipulate an individual's perception of reality, creating an illusory one in it's stead.

Psychokinetics: Powers pertaining to physicalizing one's psychic energies, or auras, and utilizing it to control one's surroundings.
  • Telekinesis - The ability to move matter around an individual, to a certain degree.
  • Technokinesis - The ability to control the actions of machines via RNG probability control, script altercation, etcโ€ฆ
  • Pyrokinesis - The ability to control the movement and intensity of already existing flames and sparks.

Bending: Powers pertaining to the control and altercation of certain states of matter.
  • Matter Transmogrification - The ability to heat or cool matter rapidly to change its state.
  • Water Bending - The ability to manipulate a liquid's motion, density, and temperature.
  • Air Bending - The ability to manipulate a gas' motion, density, and temperature.
  • Earth Bending - The ability to manipulate most solid's motion, density, and temperature.
  • Magnetic Control - The ability to manipulate magnetic fields, ultimately controlling the motion of any magnetic objects.

Gravitational: Powers that alter the physical effect of gravity upon the individual or surrounding objects.
  • Levitation - The ability to levitate and propel oneself, melding the laws of gravity upon themselves.
  • Sky-walking - The ability to alter the density of one's self or surroundings, such as making oneself less dense than air, thus giving them the ability to walk upon it.
  • Gravity Manipulation - The ability to alter the gravity within a spherical amount of area.

Spacial: Powers that can alter the placement of matter on a physical plane.
  • Rifting - The ability to create rips in the fabric of space to, in essence, teleport. The Rifter must have a clear image and knowledge of where they want to go, or the rift could fail.
  • Teleportation - The ability to teleport one's self [and sometimes others] to locations of up to 500 meters away within microseconds.
  • Phasing - The ability to phase one's self [and sometimes others] into and through most forms of matter.

Auditory: Powers that can generate and manipulate various forms of sound-waves and frequencies.
  • Wave Production - The ability to generate different sound-waves in frequencies varying in decibel levels through mediums such as shouting, clapping, etc.
  • White Noise - The ability to generate a sound-wave that can interfere with electronic equipment and cause severe headaches in some.
  • Auditory Replication - The ability to perfectly replicate any noise one has ever heard before, through vocal means.

Spectral: Powers pertaining to the generation and manipulation of the spectrum of light.
  • Spectral Morphing - The ability to generate light utilizing one's own energy, as well as manipulate light levels and spectral waves.
  • Spectral Blasting - The ability to condense light energy and fire it as a physically scorching projectile. This ability draws upon existing light energy.
  • Cloaking - The ability to make an individual, in essence, visually transparent.

Anti-Spectral: Powers pertaining to the utilization of darkness.
  • Shadow Melding - The ability to disappear into and travel through connected shadows.
  • Spectral Absorption - The ability to absorb light energy into the body to create darkness, and to create spherical areas of sightlessness.
  • Shadow Control - The ability to turn shadows into physical, snaking tendrils and manipulate them.

Morphing: Powers pertaining to the manipulation and altercation of the self's form.
  • Shapeshifting - The ability to change one's physical appearance at will, based on a mentally-conjured image.
  • Mimicry - The ability to perfectly mimic anything in every aspect, providing one has experienced the thing at least once before.
  • State Shifting - The ability to alter one's state of matter without risk of any physical damage.
  • Accessorizing - The ability to generate defensive and offensive enhancements from one's own bones, tissues, cartilage, etc. Examples would be creating needle-like spines all over the body.
  • Self-Doppling - The ability to create multiple physical copies of one's self. The density of said copies varies in intensity depending on how many are created.

Enhancing: Powers that exponentially raise one's physical limitations.
  • Extreme Agility - The innate ability to force the body to perform more rapidly, allowing an individual to move at incredible speeds.
  • Extreme Reflexivity - The innate ability to process and react to actions rapidly and with exact precision.
  • Extreme Strength - The innate ability to increase one's physical strength, allowing one to exert more force.
  • Extreme Durability - The innate ability to increase one's physical durability and molecular density, allowing one to withstand great deals of force.
  • Extreme Flexibility - The innate ability to bend and move one's body in unnatural ways without fear of physical strain.

Regeneratory: Powers revolving around amplifying and slowing cellular regeneration.
  • Auto-Regeneration - The innate ability to regenerate and heal one's self at exponential rates.
  • Controlled Regeneration - The ability to speed up and slow down cellular regeneration in one's self and others.
  • Controlled Generation - The ability to generate new skin, tissues, and bones at will. Can be utilized to create new limbs, generate exterior bones, etc.

Sensory: Powers that exponentially increase the senses.
  • Heightened Sensory Input - The innate ability to perceive through the five senses at a higher and more precise rate.
  • Sensory Manipulation - The ability to manipulate what others perceive, in essence controlling what they can hear, smell, see, etc...

Vacuous: Powers pertaining to the vacuuming of energies and the likes into one's self.
  • Life Draining - The ability to drain something's life force and add it to one's own, and vice-versa.
  • Mental Draining - The ability to drain conscious thoughts and memories from an individual, and vice-versa.
  • Psychic Leeching - The ability to harvest another person's powers through physical contact, proximity, thought, etc., and utilize for a short period of time.

||THE EXPERIMENTS||


000-000-000 "ZENITH" - INACTIVE
000-000-285 "ALAN" - ACTIVE
000-000-324 "OUKA" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-001-098 "ZULU" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-030 "FIRUS" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-198 "CAIN" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-767 "TALON" - ESCAPED
000-012-365 "SILHOUETTE" - PRESUMED DEAD
000-013-937 "XYPHER" - ESCAPED
000-080-495 "SEAMSTRESS" - ESCAPED
000-467-284 "SUNSPARK" - DETAINED
000-659-817 "MATTHEW" - DECEASED
001-035-987 "ARIADNE" - PRESUMED DEAD
020-002-777 "BRIHAN" - ESCAPED
028-425-642 "NIGHTSHADE" - DETAINED
031-485-980 "HADLEY" - ESCAPED
031-990-490 "KOUNETSU" - PRESUMED DEAD
033-777-003 "AXEL" - DETAINED
050-346-736 "SKY" - DECEASED
050-374-375 "MAVERICK" - DETAINED

ALEXAIN - ACTIVE

||THE HUMANS||


Raymond Stark - Genesis Project Director [NPC]
Doctor Milo Sterling - Genesis ALEXAIN Branch Manager [NPC]
Harold "Rat" Morrison - Midnight's Secret Bar & Club Owner [NPC]

||GLOSSARY||


ALEXAIN [Abnormal Location and EXtermination Artificial Intelligence Network] - A highly intelligent AI network created by Genesis. It has the ability to analyze situations and further develop its platforms to appropriate them.
Armada - A mutant support group and rebel faction located in a basement facility underneath a business firm in SoHo New York City.
Genesis - A process started in 2157, originally made to better understand and implement evolution.
GAB - Stands for Genetically Altering Biomede. A substance that invades the body, takes apart components of the subject's DNA, and puts it back together to enhance them.

Toggle Rules

  • No Godmodding. Any and all Godmodders will be given two warnings, before they are booted from the Role Play.
  • No sexing it up on the RP. Romantic involvement is allowed, just no cybering.
  • No controlling other persons' characters.
  • No killing, raping, or maiming any other person's character WITHOUT asking them about it first.
  • There is a minimum post length of one paragraph.
  • There is a maximum of three characters per person.
  • Your character's name [unless they are human, or somehow found out their birth name] will be their own given name after Genesis.
  • Your character [unless human] must have a serial number tattooed on their wrists. I will give out serial numbers accordingly.
  • There are three alliances; Genesist, Rebel, or Neutral. Choose accordingly.
  • Each character is limited to one power. Please include a description of what their power does.
  • Each power comes with a price [Except for Enhancing Powers and Heightened Sensory Input, which are natural powers that require no activation]. For example, the price could be headaches, loss of energy, use of light energy, etc...
  • Though they will have no memories [unless human], the frontal lobe of the brain will still be fully function, meaning their personalities are still in tact.
  • Your character's history [unless human] will be the events that followed their awakening from Genesis.
  • Please be sure to fill out your Personality and History sections accordingly and sufficiently.


CHARACTER CREATION
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Armada Headquarters

Armada Headquarters by RolePlayGateway

We're here to integrate you into what we like to call "human society", and to help you cope with what has happened to you. All we ask in return is that you don't jeopardize our cause.

New York City

New York City by Zephyr

Welcome to the city of lights...

The Genesis Facility

The Genesis Facility by RolePlayGateway

"Devoted to the study of evolution since 2059." Those above the ground believe that the Genesis Facility is simply used for research, not knowing what goes on beneath its surface...

Reviews

24/30
Characterization: Proficient Plot: Advanced Depth: Proficient Style: Advanced Mechanics: Proficient Overall: Advanced
StandardFiend wrote:An altogether great read. The writers worked very well together straight at the outset, and the main characters of the story emerged quickly and naturally and set the pace for the rest of the cast. These folks displayed a strong understanding of tempo (whether intentionally or not) and the undulating level of action flowed beautifully and strung me along in a way I felt totally comfortable with. Everyone seemed to be on the same page, so to speak. The actions scenes were varied and engaging, and the bad guys and good guys were so well characterized that I had trouble deciding who to root for. Speaking of which, I wish to submit my personal congratulations to the owner of ALEXAIN. Never before have I witnessed such expert characterization of a machine. Playing as an entity without thoughts or consciousness or emotion or personality--or indeed any of the elements that make up a character in the traditional sense--is no easy task, but this writer managed to score big time here. I felt as though I understood this machine, and while it appears as nothing more than a robot to the other characters (and rightfully so), this writer achieved an astounding amount of depth. I don't wish to convey that I thought ALEXAIN was better than any other character--indeed, I enjoyed each and every one of the major players equally--just that ALEXAIN was a difficult task which was executed brilliantly. Overall, this RP earns the StandardFiend Badge of Excellence, and I wish it every success for the future.

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Ari listened to the two men's conversation, tapping her fingers against the hard wood of the table next to her. She sighed softly, her mismatched eyes sliding across the room. They landed on Talon briefly, studying him silently. His dislike for Xypher was obvious to her, and she didn't blame him. Xypher practically was attacking him with a bunch of questions, and Talon didn't speak much. She studied him for a moment longer, trying to catch any kind of emotion from him as the conversation between him and Xypher progressed. Though he was pale as snow with a mask and red eyes, he wasn't exactly disturbing or unattractive, in fact it was almost the opposite. She glanced over at Lil as she took a seat and nodded a good morning to her before turning her gaze back to the two men next to her. She caught Talon's glance as Xypher asked him another question, and caught the meaning behind it pretty quickly. To other's it probably just looked blank, but she could practically feel his eyes begging for her to remove him from the conversation. She waited until after he answered Xypher's question to do so, as to not be too rude.

"You know, I think we need to get out a little bit. It's kinda crowded and stuffy in here. I'm going to go get some air. Talon, you can come with." She offered as she pushed herself from her seated position in the chair, glancing at Talon. Now was his chance to get out of there. "Be back in a bit. I'll text you if anything comes up." She directed this to Cain and Xypher, though she was sure they knew the drill. She flicked a brief glance at Cain before turning and starting towards the back door of the bar, keys swinging around her finger.

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Talon was a allowed a brief respite when Xyhper paused to consider the time span. The albino, however, was now feeling slightly threatened. Would this time period give Xypher any clue? Talon could see the consideration in the other man's face. For a moment it seemed that he would be spared as Xy leaned back and turned his attention to the new woman. It was not to be so, for Xyhper returned his attention to Talon's blank stare, crossing his arms and continuing the interrogation; An invitation to reveal himself. Talon considered what was being asked as the question was so general. What did the teleporter want to know? Talon's life story? Specifics? As the assecorizer fished for possible topics he glanced over at Ari again. This time she was looking back and Talon picked up a sense that she was waiting to intervene. He let the hope go however, unable to tell for sure. Yet the moment they locked eyes odd on odd, brought Talon back to his earlier agreement; To open up more to the woman. He felt no compulsion to apply this to others. As he looked back to Xyhper he decided on his answer.

"No" was what he simply said, rejecting any further attempts to carry the discussion forward. He kept his gaze fixed on Xypher, unfeeling and intense. Until Ari took everyone's attention as she stood. As she began to talk, Talon realised that his earlier interpretation was a success. He accepted her offer silently, standing up to follow her out, ignoring the others around. Even with his dulled emotions he felt uncomfortable enough. Only when he was beyond the closed door did he relax. Turning to Ari and speaking, feeling infinitely more safe around her. "Thank you," he began "That was uncomfortable." While his pitch was steady, relief and sincerity could be detected in his slow speech. He keep himself going, fulfilling his goal "Is this usual?" He asked of the questioning he just underwent.

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Ari heard Talon's faint footsteps behind her as she opened the back door to see Stryk still parked where she left it. She closed the door after Talon stepped out after her, resting her gaze on his as the musky smell of the alley hit her nostrils. She wrinkled her nose before turning her attention back to Talon as he spoke, his voice slow and steady. She decided she like the way he talked, seeing as it was different than most people she knew. He was different in general.

"No problem, but it depends on who you talk to. Xypher, yes it's usually like that. He likes to get to know people and it seems he's naturally nosy. Cain is pretty much the opposite." She shrugged her shoulders, walking over to her bike. "Well, I was thinking we could go back to see if your bike is still wrapped around that pole. If it is, we might be able to find a place to put it and fix it up. What do you think?" She asked as she straddled the seat, sliding the key into the ignition. She thought maybe his bike had value, like Stryk did, but she could be wrong. It wouldn't be hard to fix up, and she could help if he asked her to. The thing had looked totaled, but they wouldn't know that for sure until they looked it over. She turned and fixed her mismatched eyes on his red ones as she waited for his reply.

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Now that her thoughts had taken a turn to the gloomy and taciturn, as they so often did, Brihan sat for a few minutes brooding on the nature of existence and the condition of man. Needless to say, she didnโ€™t feel very optimistic. After a while she had the self-awareness to realise that she was falling back into her old familiar pattern of negative thoughts, and that she needed to do something to snap herself out of it.

Deciding to get some air, she rose from the table, exited the dining room and wandered the corridors, her mind full of confused, buzzing fragments of cognition. Normally when she felt like this she would go and do something nice and calming, like lab work, but that option wasnโ€™t available to her at the moment. Doing lab work would mean going back into the mess of the supplies they had brought with them from Armada HQ, and that would mean facing up to the unpleasantness of their current situation and all the unfinished tasks she had to work on, which was not something she needed to do right now. She kept wandering along, and somehow she found herself in a section of the bar occupied by a number of young men and women, dressed up in what looked like the latest fashions.

Brihanโ€™s first instinct was to retreat. She was a bit frightened of these shiny, trendy-looking people who resembled the figures she had seen in popular media. She didnโ€™t know anything about their world except that it was governed by a strange set of rules far removed from her own experiences in Armada, but before she could escape, a group of girls at the bar called to her.

โ€œOi, bubby! Come on over!โ€

Cautiously, Brihan approached. There were four teenage girls, with shockingly-bright coloured hair in shades of green, blue, purple and orange. Their faces were decorated with strange sigils and their clothes looked like someone had made them out of artfully torn strips of tinfoil.

โ€œHey bubby, why you all tanhayee?โ€ asked the green-haired girl. โ€œCome get some sake.โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t it a little early to be clubbing?โ€ Brihan asked. For some reason, the girls seemed to find this hilarious, throwing back their heads and clutching each other as they shrieked with laughter.

โ€œClubbing?โ€ said Purple. โ€œLike, who jigs clubbing anymore? Kay?โ€

โ€œMy grandma jigs clubbing,โ€ added Orange. โ€œShe habs like you too. Donโ€™t be sunny, but your habs went outta wise in 2050.โ€

โ€œMy habs?โ€ asked Brihan, mystified by their slang.

โ€œHabs,โ€ Orange insisted. She gestured at Brihanโ€™s body. โ€œHabs, ladki. Get some neo habs, you look baroque.โ€

โ€œIt ainโ€™t early,โ€ said Blue. โ€œItโ€™s late. We ainโ€™t gone home yet.โ€

โ€œHey! That trevor over there be desking you!โ€ announced Green.

โ€œOooh!โ€ The other girls tittered. โ€œHeโ€™s jammy! Ladki, he is jammy! Kawaii!โ€

Brihan had never felt older or more stupid. Her brain seemed to be disconnected from reality, and the effort of translating these young peopleโ€™s speech wasnโ€™t helping. She briefly considered asking what a trevor was and what desking involved, but then she decided she might not like the answer.

โ€œI love your hair,โ€ Blue told her. โ€œIt looks bueno. You should dye it pink.โ€

โ€œAnd get some neo habs,โ€ added Orange, who seemed to have a slight fixation.

Despite herself, Brihan sat down at the bar and decided to stay for a few minutes. Being surrounded by vapid young people obsessed with shallow pop culture was just the cure she needed for her introspection.

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Xypher practically flinched at the albino boy's response. As he rose and left with Ari, all he could do was stare at the two, mystified. He glanced around the table to the others, whom didn't seem to be paying attention to what was going on. Lil cocked an eyebrow at him as his gaze reached her as if he was the one that had done something wrong. All he had done was ask a few questions; they were standard to all Armada newcomers. He'd probably have to do the same to Seamstress later... He tried to think about the previous five minutes; was his tone too harsh? Did he seem threatening? What was it...? Another glance around the table made him realize that Brihan was no longer with them either; she seemed to have left in the "fray". Where was it that she had gone to...?

Xy rose, as did Lil, whom gave him a light punch on the shoulder. "I'm going to go tend to Sunny. She'll probably be waking soon." She said with a wave, before trotting off and disappearing around a corner.

The man turned around and began searching the area for Bri; seeing as Ari and Talon would most likely be ignoring or avoiding him for the next little while, he figured that he might as well turn his attention to her. He spotted Seamstress sitting with a few of the children, entertaining them with her powers. He smirked; he didn't want to disturb her now, so he figured he'd question her later. However, there was still one thing he had to ask.

He paused his stride. "Hey... Did you see where Brihan went?" He asked sheepishly.

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With a start, Seamstress turned to Xypher with a curious expression.

"De. A k'subod'k jood k'soh ed u neaco. Johhoo..." After recieving his blank stare for a moment, she waved Rat over and spoke rapidly to him, gesturing to Xypher a couple times.

Rat turned and bowed to the confused man. "I apologize. I keep telling her to keep her Mic on her. I don't know where she's left it now. Anyway, my daughter says that she doesn't know where Brihan is, but she did see her leave. I'd venture a guess that she's out wondering why I'm not on tap to fill the mugs. Speaking of which, I need to get on tap to fill mugs. Excuse me." Rat turned and admonished Seamstress, who ducked her head. She mumbled an apology, but he didn't leave untill she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Be good!" he warned her as he rushed out the door. Seamstress turned to her paper and adjusted. After double checking her work, she cut the orange in front of her in half again showing the now familiar blue portal. She reached in and promptly pulled out an odd device that looked like a choker with a speaker attached. She strapped it onto her neck and fiddled with it, whilst rolling her eyes. A glowing neon blue ring blinked to life on the device, which chirped pleasantly so she could know it was on. Seamstress cleared her throat and hummed a short tune to see if the sound was on. Her voice had a bit of an echo, lending a spooky, otherworldy tone to her already striking voice.

"Test...test. One, two, three. Can you understand me?" she queried. Her language was still audible, but the translation device forced it into the background. "Ugh...I hate this thing. I suppose I need it now though. No, as my father already said, I do not know where Brihan is, but I did see her leave the dining room. Can I help you with something else?"

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Three white labcoats marched down a white hallway. They threw some technical speak back and forth between each other, interspersed with medical terms. They fell quiet as an intimidating figure strode past them. While not imposing in stature, Nightshade always smelled of...burnt things. At least around the other scientists. He never really got along with them, mostly because at one time or another they were poking around in his body with syringes and surgical instruments. He was actually late to see the Director.

At first he didn't believe it, when he got the summons. Why would the Director, of all people, be interested in him? He wasn't the first mutant to join up with Genesis after all. It was a mystery. The most he could do on such short notice was tie his dreadlocks in a mop and straighten his black trench coat, the mark of a converted mutant. Nightshade was stopped outside the entrance to the Director's office by his personal security guards. He nodded and adjusted his mirrored, purple tinted round spectacles. He knew the protocols.

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The enclosed space of the alley was dark, impressive and confined. Yet, Talon felt infinitely more comfortable here then the warm, well-lit club. He was alone with Ari and away from the oppressive questions. He thought of the woman as she excused Xypher's behavior, wondering what he had been so afraid of; She had experienced his demon first hand and still remained with him, wasn't it possible others would be as accepting? Possibly. He cast the thought away, intending to deal with the situation as it arose. He looked over at her as she offered to fetch the vintage Indigo. A conflict arose within his mind as he looked at her in her mismatched eyes. She was offering out of kindness, something he had only received from Adrian in his life. He didn't want to offend her yet he had no connection to the bike, no feelings were stirred at the thought of its loss since he left it around a pole in some street.

He paused for a moment, considering as Ari waited patiently. In a way he was attempting to start again, the third restart of his life and by far the strangest. His eyes locked with Ari's. The strangest by far, he summarised as behind his mask a small smile twitched as he looked at her. It was gone as quickly as it formed and Talon resolved his reasoning. "No," he announced, "It can't be repaired." He was half-bluffing, although his monotone voice did not reveal a hint, Talon could fix almost anything. "Thank you for the offer." He added after his usual elongated pauses "I do need a new bike however." He walked over, standing next to Stryx. He knew plenty of scrap-heap dealers from his time as a mechanic that already seemed as distant as his life with Adrian and the Eagles. As long as the bike could get him around he could easily repair and reconstruct it.

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Ari studied Talon for a moment while she waited for an answer. She thought she saw his eyes crinkle in the corners for a moment, a sign of a slight smile, but it was gone before she could even blink. She decided maybe she was seeing things, though she knew Talon probably had more emotion than he let on. She'd seen it in his odd colored eyes when she had gone to pick him up. He took his time to respond, his voice slow and steady behind his mask. It was obvious that he wasn't used to much interaction with other people, but he wasn't awkward about it, and she was already getting used to him.

"Well, then we should probably find you a bike so you don't have to ride with me all the time." She replied, shrugging a small shoulder. "If you know a few good places, then I'll let you drive." She slid off the bike and gestured for him to take the driver's position. The only people she'd ever really let drive her bike was Cain and Xypher. She was pretty protective of Stryk, ever since Cain had gotten the bike for her, but she decided she could let Talon drive it around. She didn't understand what she thought about him. She knew what he was capable of, obviously since he tried to kill her, but she somehow understood that what he had been then, wasn't who he really was. He didn't seem to have any control over it, and it must be difficult for him to live with that. It wasn't pity she felt for him, it was something else, and she didn't know what it was.

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Xypher looked from one to the other as Rat and Seamstress conversed; he was still slightly puzzled as to how they could possibly be related. As the man left, the girl went back to scribbling some form of math onto a sheet of paper, and promptly sticking her hand through the glowing blue portal she had created, procured an auditory collar of some sort. They were pretty common technology, used by many of the world's leaders to converse effectively; they generally process an individual's thought and speech patterns and portray them as a known and understandable language. Seeing as she now had her mic on, he figured that now would be the best time to ask her about said situation.

"Well thanks..." The man said in reply to their conversation. "Actually, I do have another question... I don't mean to pry, but is Rat... really your father? Like, biologically?" He stared at the girl awkwardly for a moment, shifting his weight and rubbing his arm in a fidgeting manner. "If you don't want to answer, you don't have to..."

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The fire of his hearth was glowing strongly, sending dancing shadows of many shapes to every corner of the old-fashioned room as the Director watched the commotion going on outside of his office doors on a large television above them. As the two security guards there began frisking his guest, he sighed in frustration, fingering the intercom button upon his large, antique wooden desk.

"Send him in, please." He spoke into the microphone in a firm and authoritative voice; though he sounded calm, the agitation behind it was quite clear. As he released the intercom's button, he pushed another, this one unlocking several different mechanical tumblers, opening the bomb-proof door.

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With a slight tilt of her head, Seamstress considered Xypher for a moment. No, of course not. I don't know my real parents. He adopted me long ago. Rat wouldn't have children anyways... Seamstress bit her lip as she realized she let slip a bit too much. She glanced around furtively, but seeing as no-one paid her any mind, she simply stood and gestured for Xypher to follow her.

When I first met Rat...Harold back then...I'd just broken out of hell. She shuddered a bit at the memory, but continued. I became a regular here, working for him to pay off the debt I incurred from drinking. He showed me how to be a bartender, and pretty soon I took over that job...so long as I didn't drink on duty. He got the nickname because I noticed him always cheating his more inebriated customers out of any loose cash. It stuck. After a while, though, I had a...breakdown of sorts. I confessed pretty much everything I knew to him and he just adopted me. On the spot. Things got much better after that. Seamstress lead them into the main club area and upon spotting Brihan, pointed Xypher in the right direction. Seamstress sat next to the girl with pink hair and ordered a tankard of Schlager with a grey goose shooter. Rat glared at her, but relented as she raised her hands with a giggle, indicating that she was joking.

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Nightshade jumped a bit as the Director's voice came over the intercom. "Send him in, please" the intercom barked. The two guards quickly stepped to the sides and swung the doors open. The nervous mutant quickly entered the office, throwing a look over his shoulder as the guards closed the door behind him. Nightshade hurredly stepped up to the desk and bowed from the waist, then placed his feet shoulder width apart and grasped his left forearm. He learned the gesture from other low level techs reporting to the higher ups.

"Sir! I recieved a summons and responded as quickly as I could, Sir!" He was getting a bit more nervous as the other man cooly inspected him. Nightshade gulped as quietly as he could, but couldn't stop the scent of fresh resin eminating from his body. It was the scent he made when he was nervous.

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Talon was slightly surprised when Ari offered him the primary position on the bike. He didn't quite understand why he would be, he didn't realise her attachment to the machine. At least not consciously, he was only off put by the fact that until now she had been the one leading their travels and driving. It was perhaps because she seemed to trust him with her safety, motorcycles being rather dangerous if poorly control. He paused, looking at her to truly see if she trusted him. He could discern nothing that hinted it, instead he spotted something in her mismatched eyes he did not understand. He turned away and took up position on the bike, finding a comfortable balance. By sudden impulse he glanced down at himself and realised that he was a mess. He still wore his now gritty and blood stained singlet and patches of blood had dried on his bare arms, stark against the white skin. As Ari mounted the bike behind him he kicked up the stand and spoke over his shoulder.
"First I need to get fresh clothing." He told her in his slow, defined speech. Suggesting great thought although it was a simple idea. When he was sure the woman was secure he twisted the key and felt the hydrogen powered engine whirl to life beneath him.

He lightly twisted his right hand and was answered with a powerful whirl as the engine spun. He kept the beast leashed, gripping the brake quickly running over the X-120's basic statistics that he could remember. Once he was certain that Ari was securely seated he brought his fingers off the brake and feet off the ground. The X-120 swift flashed forward, out of the alley and into the light of the street. He twisted the vehicle down the correct lane, summoning more power to send the sleek machine sprinting down the mostly empty street. He kept one red eye alert for a small clothes shop. It wasn't long before the found one. A small casual shop selling cheap, non-designer clothes. He drew up the Yamaha next to the shop and dismounted, leaving the engine running and key for Ari.
"This won't take long." He ensured her as he walked inside. It didn't, the rather relaxed man at the desk started as Taloned entered. The usual reactions many people exhibit when confronting Talon for the first time. The albino merely ignored the man and proceeding to scan the hangers. He quickly picked out a simple shirt and hoodie from among the racks. Ripping the price tags off and lifting the ruined singlet over his head. His torso was pockmarked with twisted skin not to dissimilar to scars, the results of extensive morphing. He quickly pulled the fresh shirt over his head, followed by the cover-all hoodie. Dumping the singlet on the floor her returned the counter where the obviously frightened attendant stood nervously. Talon wordlessly deposited the price tags and the required money before leaving the store and flipping the hoodie up as he stepped into the oppressive sun.

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Talon was slightly surprised when Ari offered him the primary position on the bike. He didn't quite understand why he would be, he didn't realise her attachment to the machine. At least not consciously, he was only off put by the fact that until now she had been the one leading their travels and driving. It was perhaps because she seemed to trust him with her safety, motorcycles being rather dangerous if poorly control. He paused, looking at her to truly see if she trusted him. He could discern nothing that hinted it, instead he spotted something in her mismatched eyes he did not understand. He turned away and took up position on the bike, finding a comfortable balance. By sudden impulse he glanced down at himself and realised that he was a mess. He still wore his now gritty and blood stained singlet and patches of blood had dried on his bare arms, stark against the white skin. As Ari mounted the bike behind him he kicked up the stand and spoke over his shoulder.
"First I need to get fresh clothing." He told her in his slow, defined speech. Suggesting great thought although it was a simple idea. When he was sure the woman was secure he twisted the key and felt the hydrogen powered engine whirl to life beneath him.

He lightly twisted his right hand and was answered with a powerful whirl as the engine spun. He kept the beast leashed, gripping the brake quickly running over the X-120's basic statistics that he could remember. Once he was certain that Ari was securely seated he brought his fingers off the brake and feet off the ground. The X-120 swift flashed forward, out of the alley and into the light of the street. He twisted the vehicle down the correct lane, summoning more power to send the sleek machine sprinting down the mostly empty street. He kept one red eye alert for a small clothes shop. It wasn't long before the found one. A small casual shop selling cheap, non-designer clothes. He drew up the Yamaha next to the shop and dismounted, leaving the engine running and key for Ari.
"This won't take long." He ensured her as he walked inside. It didn't, the rather relaxed man at the desk started as Taloned entered. The usual reactions many people exhibit when confronting Talon for the first time. The albino merely ignored the man and proceeding to scan the hangers. He quickly picked out a simple shirt and hoodie from among the racks. Ripping the price tags off and lifting the ruined singlet over his head. His torso was pockmarked with twisted skin not to dissimilar to scars, the results of extensive morphing. He quickly pulled the fresh shirt over his head, followed by the cover-all hoodie. Dumping the singlet on the floor her returned the counter where the obviously frightened attendant stood nervously. Talon wordlessly deposited the price tags and the required money before leaving the store and flipping the hoodie up as he stepped into the oppressive sun.

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Xypher nodded, listening intently as the girl told him of her relationship with the man called Rat. As she got to the part of him not having any children, he shot her a glance and cocked an eyebrow. He wondered what she had meant by that, but he clearly was not going to get an answer from her. Rather than ask, like he wanted to do, he kept his mouth shut and continued nodding as she continued her story. As the conversation came to a close, they entered the bar, and surprisingly, found Brihan sitting amongst a few neon-clad pop-culties. Xypher strode towards the group and shuddered as he gave them each a once-over. He was familiar with popular culture and fashion trends, but he hated the beast. It was amorphous, constantly in flux, constantly changing its laws to ridiculous proportions. Xy didn't need some dehumanizing trend to feel cool; as he constantly said when people brought up his lack of current style, "Fashion can kiss my ass".

The man took a seat beside Bri and shot the three girls a look, which they so eagerly returned. They were spouting some unintelligible babble which for the life of him, he could not understand. It made Seamstress' jumbled language seem normal. He thought one of them had made a comment about his black dress-shirt and casual jeans; what he thought was a classic look was apparently "so coverly outta wise", as the girls put it. His face seemed to say "Are you serious?", a look that he hoped would make them feel stupid. Ignoring their shrieking clamor, he directed his attention to Bri, who seemed to be, more or less, enjoying their company.

"Hey... You alright?" Xypher's brows furrowed. "You're hanging with a bunch of sheep... That's definitely not normal Bri-haviour." He snickered, finding his quip rather clever. A flash of brightly-coloured neon light blinded him for a moment, jarring him from his laughter. He scowled and looked around at the light's multiple possible sources. "Rat, it's cool that this club has put you in a situation that allowed you to help us all out, but seriously, isn't it all a bit much?" Blinking, his gaze drifted back to Bri.

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The Director smirked as the boy entered, his nervousness clearly apparent. Within the air hung the aroma of resin; the Director was aware of the boy's powers, but its limits were yet to be tested... That was why he was here today... He snickered at the boy's actions, and waved a hand nonchalantly to him, in the same movement, motioning for him to sit.

"Relax, my boy, formality is only necessary for my employees, not for my... children." The Director was never this kind, nor did he ever refer to his products as his children; this was probably apparent to the boy. It was clear he wanted something. "Anyways, I'm sure you are aware of why you are here today." At the male's expected clueless expression, Stark extrapolated, with a fake expression of bafflement. "You mean they didn't tell you?" He shook his head and made a tsking sound. "I will see to it that you are better informed next time..."

The man leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers casually. "Well, I guess I will have to inform you of the situation. As I'm sure you have heard, some of the escaped mutants have formed a rebel faction. As our Intel Team tells us, their numbers are quite large, and their organization is very sophisticated. Hence, we will need a... suitable weapon to defend ourselves should they decide to attack. We already have ALEXAIN as I'm sure you are aware, but we feel that this may not be enough, and that we may need to send some of our... specialists in to the fray." He motioned to the boy. "This is where we will need you." The man rose from his chair and began to pace casually, arms folded behind his back in a surprisingly intimidating manner.

"We are in need of your talents, so to speak. Our Research and Development team have so far produced nothing but blanks. What we are in need of is a fluid of sorts that will, in essence, boost the mental output and powers of your kind tenfold, whilst eliminating the all-too-unfortunate taxing effects they seem to take. Of course, it is expected that its effects would only be temporary, but even ten minutes of enhancement would more than sway the battle in our favour. Think of it as a... temporary psychic steroid..." He ceased his pacing and placed both hand upon the table slowly and fluidly, leaning in towards Nightshade. "Are you up for the task?"

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Visions of needles and hoses flashed through Nightshade's mind. He knew firsthand what his employers would do to someone if they thought it would work. They'd tried to simply hook him up to an intake/outtake system and ordered him to produce chemicals. Instead, he poisoned everything and they soon gave up. Nighshade shuddered a bit, but looked at the Director again.

"Sir, I would be willing to help, but I should probably warn you that I have limits on what I can and can't do. What you're probably most concerned about is my ability, not my safety, so I believe it prudent to inform you that I can only brew a substance that I've personally experienced. This "psychic steroid" is extremely theoretical, and the feasibility of it is...weak, at best. I could probably custom tailor a counter-toxin to mutants to combat the tolls their powers take on their bodies, but it would be time consuming and dangerous."

The Director made no move to dismiss him, he simply stared at the nervous boy, waiting for him to elaborate. Nightshade shifted his weight a bit, now wishing he'd sat when the Director had offered him a seat. It would look like a terrible weakness to do so now. He decided to explain the science behind what he was proposing was a double edged sword, albeit as simply as he could manage. It boiled down to if the mutant in question took too much of a dose, he'd OD and his brain would melt. Too little, and it wouldn't be effective. The only way to find out how much is too much was to test it on each mutant individually, as some have higher tolerance to various things than others. He'd have to personally oversee the dosages and production of the CT, as well as watch for any other side effects he didn't predict.

When Nightshade finished explaining, the Director seemed less...pleasant. He mulled it over for a while, making Nightshade extremely nervous.

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The Director could see the fear and doubt behind the boy's gaze as he expressed his concerns about the situation. At the mention of his own safety, the Director went rigid, but only for a brief second, before his body relaxed again, as though something had caused a pinch in a nerve. He listened patiently as he explained the project's feasibility, growing less and less so as the explanation dragged on, and when he had finished, simply stood there staring. He remained silent for the better part of a minute before picking up his end of the conversation.

"I am perfectly aware of the risks, and I assure you, every precaution would be taken to ensure the safety of you and your peers. However, this project is not as infeasible as you presume. We have found that the workings of at least 7% pure alpha-methylphenethylamine upon the brain shows some accelerative action upon the abilities of some of your kind, but it also increases the intensity of the toll upon them... We simply wish to see if you are able to merge a compound containing said amphetamine with that counter-toxin you mentioned. You would only need to produce a small amount of this product; enough to test upon a... willing subject, and enough left over for R&D to study and replicate. Of course, substantial payment would be in order if you were successful. I would allow you to name your price."

He sat down in his chair again and bore into nightshade's spectacled eyes, waiting for a response.

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Nightshade seemed shocked for a moment.

"Sir...alpha-methylphenethylamine? I don't mean to question your intelligence, but long term exposure to a chemical so..." he bit his lip and searched for a word, "Powerful burns mutants out extremely quickly. Not just from the toll, but also from increased tolerance. A standard dose of 7% only jumps advanced users one sixteenth of the effect they should be recieving. This problem is observed in users only four weeks into testing." He paused for a moment, collecting himself. "However, sir, I do believe that I could do something for you. I'll need access to your chemical lab so I can get a feel for my working materials. As for my price, I'd like an assistant. Doing this on my own is very tedious. I'd like someone on an intellectual level where they will be able to understand what I say, meaning not most of the techs here. A mutant preferably. A psychic with mathematical talent, if you have one."

He'd lost much of his timidity during their discussion. When it came down to business, or problem-solving, rank and title meant nothing to Nightshade. He was a creature of logic, and logic defined that one must achieve results over formalities.

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Director Stark was growing slightly more agitated as the conversation pushed onwards. He was not used to anyone opposing him, and certainly not used to losing an argument. "As I stated earlier, I am aware of the precautions. However, if you feel that you can find a more effective manner of creating this enhancer without the use of the drug, I welcome the chance for you to impress me, and to show our incompetent research team just how incompetent they really are." He swung one leg up and crossed it over the other fluidly, resting his chin upon his laced fingers in his typical casual-yet-in-control manner.

"Complete access to our laboratory, equipment and chemical array are yours. And as for the partner, there are a few individuals who may or may not fall under your terms of qualification. I grant to permission to interview them as well, and choose whomever you deem fit." He waved a hand towards the door, pushing the release button beneath his desk again. The familiar sound of mechanical locks opening began to quietly grind within the air, until a succession of progressively quieting clicks were heard. "If that is all, then you are free to go. I have no other qualms."

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Ari held her position on the back of the bike securely, doing her best to stay on the seat without touching the man in front of her. She had a feeling he wasn't fond of physical contact, so she kept her hands on the sides of her seat. She was pleased with her decision to let him drive though, since he was obviously a skilled driver. It seemed to make him a little more comfortable was well, as though when driving a bike, he was in his comfort zone. When he pulled into the parking lot and disappeared inside, Ari let out a quiet breath and pushed a gloved hand through her hair, her mismatched eyes making their way across the area around her. The sun was beating down pretty obnoxiously, and she felt extremely hot, even in the tank top she was wearing. Because of her ability, Ari hadn't been able to wear any clothes that revealed enough skin that a person might accidentally brush against until she learned to focus it all into her hands, which she now kept gloved. It was second nature for her to control her ability enough to keep it focused in one area, so she wasn't restricted to turtle necks and long pants. Her gaze slid up to the sky as her mind wandered, thinking about what the next steps were for the Armada.

Her thoughts were interrupted though, as Talon had appeared from behind the door of the store. He was right, it hadn't taken more than five minutes. Her gaze instantly took in his new clothes, and she noted they looked better than the ones he had been wearing. She shifted a little in her seat, prepared for taking off again. Her gloved fingers wrapped around the sides of her seat to hold on.

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Brihan happily sipped the apple juice Rat had slipped her ("What? You don't eat meat and you don't drink? What do you live on, air?") while she listened to the chatter of the young hipsters sitting around the bar (though they would probably object strongly to being called hipsters, once they'd stopped laughing at her for speaking like their grandparents). Their conversation had jumped from whether spiral skirts were dolcier than cling-jeans, to whether Ariana Fong had undergone rejuvenation therapy and nasal sculpture, to whether Takeru Toyoda was jammier than Hussein Shahbaz (it was finally decided that Takeru was the jammiest, but it had been a near contest and the green-haired girl was reduced to tears; finally she was consoled by Hussein being awarded the consolation prize of 'very jammy indeed, but still not quite as jammy as Takeru'.)

Brihan listened intently, feeling like an anthropologist stumbling upon a remote tribe, being forced to learn their language and strange customs. It was surreal to sit here and listen to people discussing the most trivial details as though they were the most important things in the world. Of course she had known that such people must exist, in theory; after all, she did very rarely venture into the world of mainstream media, but she had never been so close to such people in real life. She wondered if they knew that out there their fellow citizens were starving, withering in poverty, being exploited, kidnapped, experimented on, killed, and if so, did they care? How could they pretend that nothing was wrong? Or perhaps she was being too hard on them. It was easy for her to judge, having experienced the injustice of the government first-hand, but if she hadn't been abducted, if she had grown up in normal society, would she be sitting at the bar now with multi-coloured hair and a head full of inane nonsense? It was a fascinating and frightening thought.

At that moment two familiar faces approached the bar; Seamstress taking a seat next to the pink-haired girl and ordering a drink from Rat, while Xypher made his way to sit beside Brihan. The teenage girls looked at Seamstress's bizarrely-scarred arms and unusual outfit with a mixture of deep respect and admiration. Xypher made less of an impression on them. One of the girls took a look at the teleporter's customary plain and practical clothing, and made some derisive remark, causing Xypher to reward her with a disdainful look. Brihan had to smile. Less than a day ago she had seen Xypher trying to beat a giant robot to death with a steel pole; somehow she didn't think he would be fazed by a few high school girls.

"Hey... You alright? You're hanging with a bunch of sheep... That's definitely not normal Bri-haviour." Xypher snickered.

Brihan quirked her eyebrows at him and smiled. "Making mediocre puns? It's good to know some things haven't changed." She was glad to see Xypher up close, looking healthy. The last time she had been this close to him, he had been lying in a bed with serious injuries. He was always putting himself in danger and she worried that one day she might lose him. Of course, she had known that he was at least partially recovered, as she'd seen him in the dining room interviewing the new mutant. Speaking of which...

"I thought you were speaking to that new guy Ariadne and Cain picked up? You can't have finished getting to know him so quickly." She thought back to the young, pale-coloured man she'd seen in the dining room with such a closed, withdrawn air about him. "You didn't scare him off, did you?" Brihan shook her head reproachfully. As one of the senior members of Armada, Xypher was usually in charge of debriefing new mutants they picked up. Sometimes Brihan wondered if that was a good idea. Xypher was a good leader and teammate in many ways, but he wasn't renowned for his sensitivity or understanding for the emotional needs of others. "Now Xypher, you know that a lot of these people are suffering from mental or physical trauma. Their pasts are a source of pain and confusion. I've told you before, you should try to be gentle with them."

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He scratched his head at the mention of Talon, his neck moving in a stressed circle.

"Well... you see... He up and left with Ari. At first it was going perfectly fine. I could tell he was uncomfortable, but most new arrivals are; he however seemed uncomfortable for different reasons. I don't necessarily think that I intimidated him all too much, but I most definitely think I annoyed him..." He plopped his arms onto the bar top and rested his chin upon them, a childish pout adorning his moping face. A few strands of his dirty blonde hair fell from its usual position; rather than sitting up and pushing it back, he proceeded to blow upon it, causing it to rise and fall back in almost the same position. After a few attempts, he gave up, and attempted to resume conversation. The three members of the lollipop guild were still bantering on about some trendy topic or other in their screechy chattering voices. He rolled his eyes and groaned at how absolutely ridiculous they both looked and sounded.

"So seriously, what's with the glow stick girls?" Though they were not actually wearing any glow sticks, their clothing looked as if it were made of them. "And what in the hell are they talking about? I'm no good at deciphering foreign languages."

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Seamstress did a double take when she noticed the trio she was sitting next to. They were also regulars here, though they mostly just came to gawk at the lights and have a reason to screech at each other.

I can't believe you like Takeru over Hussein. No way, by me. Green perked up and stuck her tongue out at her friends, who burst into disbelieving arguments. They tossed words back and forth, though the conversation seemed a bit one sided. Seamstress clearly held the most influence in the group, and the other two soon were chatting happily with Green about "how jammy Hussain is". Seamstress grinned to herself and glanced sidelong at Green, who was looking at her appreciatively. Rat simply clucked his tongue and shook his head. He didn't want to get involved, mostly because he had no idea who either of the men the girls were referencing were.

After a while, the three decided to leave, though not before they thoroughly flustered Rat with flirting and blown kisses. He muttered angrily to himself, trying to cover his embarrassment. Of course, Seamstress was left in stitches, but it seemed she was the only one in on the joke.

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"Ah," said Brihan, as she listened to Xypher's recount of his meeting with the albinic newcomer. "It sounds as though he was more comfortable in Ari's company. She should be able to keep him out of trouble. It'll take him a while to get used to being around so many people. He was probably on his own before."

She glanced at the receding figures of the hipster girls, who were drifting away after having had an animated conversation with Seamstress and Rat. "From what I can gather, they were discussing some famous people and the clothes they wear. Their whole subculture revolves around how people conform to some arbitrary fashion conventions. I thought it made a nice change of pace from the kind of thing we usually have to worry about... but now I'm not so sure."

She rubbed her face tiredly with her hands. "And speaking of worry, I heard a lot of interesting things being said back in the dining room. A lot of our people seem to think that there are plans to launch a counter-attack on the Genesis facility. Have you heard any news about that?" She looked at Xypher, the concern plain on her face.

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"See, that's the weird thing though..." Xypher removed his hand from the back of his neck, to which it had migrated, to his chin, giving it a thoughtful scratch. "I'm not sure why this bothers me, but he's been around for longer than I have, and until Ari found him, I don't think he knew anything about Genesis or mutants at all..." His shoulders lifted in a slight shrug, and his hand fell to the bartop, his fingers tapping a fidgeted rhythm completely different than the one playing in the current song blasting away in the background. "I guess I'm just surprised he's managed to stay under our radars for that long."

The man glanced over his shoulder at the departing girls as Brihan described her experience with them. "Huh... Well you, girl, are crazy for even thinking that in the first place." He smirked at her, before turning his attention to a rather-flustered Rat. He wasn't sure what had gotten him so, but he did find it mildly amusing. "Hey Rat, 'ol boy, could you spare me a glass of vodka?" He said, practically yelling over the loud trans-style music.

"No," Xy's eyes widened at mention of the retaliatory strike. "I didn't hear anything about that. It doesn't really surprise me, though. I trust the decision of the Three, so if they feel it is necessary, then it must be necessary." Rat slid a nigh full glass to him, which he swiftly caught and lifted to his mouth, not spilling a drop. He took a swig, and his face screwed up as that all-too-familiar burning sensation made its way down his throat. "In any case, I'm sure they wouldn't be as unreasonable to make the attack any time soon. We need get together all of the mutants in our network, supply ourselves with suitable equipment, give combat training to those who don't have any... If we are given enough time to do so, then we should be perfectly fine." There was a clear look of distaste apparent upon his face as he tried to convince himself that it would. He was well aware that casualties were an unfortunate part of battle, and he was well aware that he wouldn't always be able to prevent them. That didn't stop him from feeling guilt.

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"I wonder...,"said Brihan, before pausing. Was it fair to bring this up? It was something she worried about with every new mutant who joined Armada, though she rarely said anything because she didn't want to damage someone else's chances of settling in. Armada was supposed to provide the mutants with a place they could feel safe and comfortable, and she didn't want to jeopardise that. Still...

She drained the last of her apple juice, set the glass down on the bar and slid it away. Leaning slightly closer to Xypher, she lowered her voice, and it was clear from her expression that she found this subject distasteful. "Even before our HQ was attacked, we'd agreed that the government has known about the existence of pro-mutant groups for some time now. They must know that we're taking in mutants who are abandoned and lost after escaping the Genesis facility. I've often wondered... supposing the government wanted to find and destroy us. They know we're not easy to find because we hide from humans and government servants. But what if there was a way to bring us out into the open, to make us come to them?" She looked at Xypher intently. "We provide a safe haven for mutants. That's our weakness.

What if the government released a mutant who appeared to be an escapee from the Genesis facility, but was actually a double agent? I know it's far-fetched; I know most of the mutants under government control are virtually brain-dead and could never pass for a free mutant. And if they were to survive with their full consciousness, why would they submit to being controlled by Genesis? And would the government risk releasing a mutant with its full personality intact, capable of acting with free will? Surely a security risk. But the possibility is there." She sighed. "I hate thinking like this, because if we can't trust each other, who else do we have? But it's something that always worries me whenever a new member joins."

"Well, as you say... if we are going to strike back at Genesis, I'm sure we'll be given time to prepare ourselves. That's a small mercy, anyway." She was suddenly feeling depressed again and wished the trendy hipster girls were back.

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#, as written by Zephyr
As she leaned in and whispered her fears to him, all Xypher could manage to do was nod slowly in acknowledgment. It wasn't as far-fetched as she thought; the possibility that they would send in a sleeper agent to integrate into their system was very real. The question wasn't if it was possible, but rather if they had accomplished this task. His eyes shifted around for a moment as she continued, him pondering the behaviour of Talon. As he thought about it, the boy did in fact seem very devoid of expression... But then why would Ari trust him so much...? She was a very intuitive person, but she had been wrong in the past...

"I've thought about that possibility once before, but I tried to get it out of my head just as quickly as it had appeared, but now that you're bringing it up... I'm just not sure anymore... And if one of their own is currently with us, I'm not even sure if Zulu would be able to find such motives within their minds. We really don't know the extent of their capabilities..."

Again his thoughts returned to Talon. Though he did not seem so, he was clearly capable of taking a life. They'd all witnessed that on the news... He didn't want to further her paranoid state or put any thoughts into her head, but he just had to bring it up... "I noticed that Talon doesn't really express or seem to feel any emotion whatsoever... Perhaps Genesis only damaged his personality slightly; enough to prevent most forms of expression, but not enough to prevent conscious thought... Perhaps they thought they could control him, seeing as he wouldn't be swayed by human emotion to do anything irrational... Perhaps that's why he has been under our radar for so long; because he's one of them..." The more he said, the more he disliked what he was saying. However, they could not deny that very real possibility that Talon was working against them... Or anyone else, for that matter...

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||000-080-495|| "There ain't no rest for the wicked! Money don't grow on trees! We got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed, There ain't nothin' in this world for free!"
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000-012-365 No matter what it takes out of me, I will always live in the shadows.
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Opening High security File: Subject Classification: 000-659-817: Codename: Rift Genesis: Active Status: Escaped with decryption Key. Priority One Target.
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Even should the sun set upon you, take heart and know...It will rise again another day.

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||000-467-284|| Lightning doesn't need to strike twice. Nothing survives the first time.

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Maverick Vaughn

||050-374-375|| "We live in a very VERY fragile world, don't we?"

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Director Raymond Stark

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||033-777-003|| ..::I do not want to be a part of this::..

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||020-002-777|| To be a light in this dark world.

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Zulu

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Ouka

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Firus

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Ouka

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Dr. Milo Sterling

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Maverick Vaughn

||050-374-375|| "We live in a very VERY fragile world, don't we?"

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Cain

000-004-198

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Axel

||033-777-003|| ..::I do not want to be a part of this::..

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Xypher

||000-013-937|| ..::I can handle this on my own::..

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|| 001-035-987 || ~You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have left~

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|| 001-035-987 || ~You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have left~

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The Genesis Facility by RolePlayGateway

"Devoted to the study of evolution since 2059." Those above the ground believe that the Genesis Facility is simply used for research, not knowing what goes on beneath its surface...

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"Devoted to the study of evolution since 2059." Those above the ground believe that the Genesis Facility is simply used for research, not knowing what goes on beneath its surface...

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