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The Illegal Generation

The Illegal Generation

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CLOSED!A world where children are no longer needed to continue the human species Now orphaned to military run towns Not all hope is lost A savior is coming to save them, or does he have other plans? Each has a special abiility!

8,781 readers have visited The Illegal Generation since MuteEcho created it.

fOrEvErNeVeR, and rekkainferna are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

Introduction

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[color=#40FFBF]   Resistor

[color=#BFBFBF]   Prelude
[color=#4682B4]   Liam Chase
[color=#339999]   Lirri
[color=#00BF00]   Ewan
[color=#FF4000]   Paun
[color=#66CCFF]   Stephen
[color=#FF3399]   Angela Quinn
[color=#CC3300]  Dex
[color=#CC00CC]  Daize
[color=#79A888]   Mia
[color=navy]         Melody Overbrook

[color=#FF0000]   Luther
[color=#C76E06]   Edmund Loveheart
[color=#0000BF]   Clemintine jr.
[color=#008040]   Aramay
[color=#800080]   Zero
[color=#FF9900]   Anna Morgan
[color=#8E8E38]   Cethin Aurel
[color=#330000]   Ruukia Hanabi
[color=#660033]   Danielle Leiber

[color=#FFFFFF]    BOSS



Redo of RP here
And revision of
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STORY:

In the Year 2149, technology has advanced so far that people can have an inhuman power. It is embedded into their D.N.A. Along with such technology is a city that floats above the sea, the great city
of Éclos It is a Utopia, ruled by adults and lacking children.

Why does the city not have any children? Simple, They are the Illegal Generation

Children are not needed when you can automatically create an adult with the technology. Why deal with adolescent years, and drama when you can skip right ahead to have the perfect race.

So what happens to the children who already exist... they live below the sparkling city in a slum called

-PROJECT 21-


It’s a labyrinth of a town with high walls and a dome that closes over at night. It is an enclosed circle of very confusing highly patrolled streets. The children are NOT allowed freedom, they cannot see the outside world for themselves nor are they allowed to leave Project 21 under ANY circumstances.


The children all orphans abandoned by their parents to the military's experiments, they are prisoners, forced to do the bidding of the greedy adults. They are not allowed imaginations or Individuality.

Thus a war started between the children and adults. The adults laugh at the children’s idea of thinking they can beat them.

You will NEVER surpass us

What the adults didn’t know was that the children developed inhuman powers as well, maybe from the remains of the adult’s energy that would fall down from the city, or perhaps something else.

Do NOT underestimate us

However there were so few chances, even with power, the children could not counter the adults. They were forced into hiding. Then when a boy who somehow escaped ten years ago, returns the children may have found their savior.

They call him The Resistor or by his given name Shinon Noa , a boy with power over technology. His goal is to retrieve an item that was stolen from him by the adults of the main organization. But he needs the other children’s help in order to accomplish his goal

The children need him as well, but since he has other plans he’s not easy to convince. Can the power of the two of them working together defeat the “almighty” adults or will they all end up experiments and lose everything they worked for?
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A few other concerns are
Why does the military keep them?

Who is the mysterious BOSS of the adults?

How did the resistor leave?

What is the thing that was stolen from him?

What would happen if the children got into the city?

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And what happens when a Child becomes an adult?

INFO

Each child is gifted with one inhuman power as is each adult.

Though the children’s power is strictly mental while the adults is physical

(Example adult could start a fire by touching something; a child could start it by thinking the word fire)

We will need both children and adults for this RP

Anyone can be a child or adult/ You can have up to three characters!


ROLES

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Image|THE RESISTOR|
nicknames Shinon Noa, N.O.A
age Unknown
gender Male
role RESISTOR
power Control Technology and Machines
role-player fOREVERnEVER

Children

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This is the children’s home an enclosed circle of very confusing highly patrolled streets. It’s a labyrinth of a town with high walls and a dome that closes over at night. The children are NOT allowed to see the outside world for themselves nor are they allowed to leave Project 21




the children each have a role in society to play example a baker, a florist, a librarian
and each role can only be taken once (you may choose these roles or any others just pm me first)

The children’s power is strictly mental meaning by the mind

A child could start it by thinking the word fire

DO NOT CHOOSE A POWER TOO SIMILAR TO ONE ALREADY TAKEN

for ideas on POWER or ROLE check out the old rp

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Image|PRELUDE|
nicknames Prea
age 14
gender Female
role Priestess/Nurse
power Healing with thoughts
role-player MuteEcho

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Image|LIAM CHASE |
nicknames Chaser, Lime, Librarian
age 17 soon to be 18
gender Male
role Journalist/Creative Writer [Also keeps multiple records of the group]
power His imagination can bring his ideas to life
role-player finalhazard3

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Image|LIRRI|
nicknames Mouse; Lynx.
age 16
gender Female
role "Finder" kind of like a detective
power Shape-shifting. The ability to transform one’s self into any animal or animal-like creature.
role-player Skwidge.

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Image|EWAN|
nicknames Greenthumb
age 6
gender Male
role Florist
power To control and manipulate plants
role-player heroking23

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Image|PAUN|
nicknames Paun Paun
age 15
gender female
role The Baker
power Can produce food or nourishment or change things into it
role-player FoReVeRnEvEr

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Image|STEPHEN MILES|
nicknames Stevie
age 10
gender Male
role Sculptor
power Manipulates earth
role-player Aramay

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Image|ANGELA QUINN|
nicknames Angel, 0-2
age 9
gender Female
role toy maker
power Angel can summon a giant stuffed bear with numerous abilities by mentally pleading for help.
role-player zody

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Image|DEX|
nicknames Mechi (by Prelude)
age 17 3/4
gender Male
role The Mechanic
power Move metal objects with his mind, turn something into metal temporarily
role-player MuteEcho

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Image|DAIZE|
nicknames Daisy, DZ, Dizzy
age 13
gender Female
role Acrobat/Circus Performer
power Pyrokinesis
role-player rekkainferna

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Image|MIA|
nicknames Goldie or honey
age 9
gender Female
role Seamstress
power Mimicry - Mia can mimic whatever she sees as long as it is possible for her to do it, as long as she can visualize it.
role-player slcam

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Image|MELODY OVERBROOK|
nicknames Mel, Melly, Raven
age 15
gender Female
role Musical Entertainer
power Soundwaves
role-player BLYTHE

Adults CLOSED!

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Pronounced Ah-k-low-se

meaning is "hatched" (To emerge from or break out of an egg).

This City exists high above Project 21 the eerie glow it gives off is the children’s sky. A floating utopia that equally despises children

named by Arthurna


Each adult has a military-like role Example a soldier, an officer, a hunter, an assassin, cleaner. (Not like a janitor) (you may choose these roles or any others just pm me first. Question about what the role does PM me)

The ADULTS power is strictly PYSHICAL

(Example adult could start a fire by touching something)

DO NOT CHOOSE A POWER TOO SIMILAR TO ONE ALREADY TAKEN

For ideas on POWER or ROLE check out the old rp

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Image|LUTHER ROTHENBURG|
nicknames Luth or Luck
age 21
gender Male
role Second in command/Hunter
power Alchemy (Morph anything he touches)
role-player Rekkainferna

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Image|DANIELLE LEIBER|
nicknames Dani
age 20
gender Female
role Hunter
power Can take someone's physical pain for them by touching them
role-player bizarre1

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Image|EDMUND LOVEHEART|
nicknames Ed
age 20
gender Male
role First Lieutenant
power Everything he touches instantly turns to dust
role-player Chiaki Hamano

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Image|CLEMENTINE JR.|
nicknames Cleo, Tina
age 27
gender Male
role Assassin
power Poison
role-player KiyokoJordie

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Image|ARAMAY WHEATEN|
nicknames Creature/ Grue
age 25
gender Female
role Hunter
power Animalistic senses and abilities
role-player Aramay

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Image| ZERO|
nicknames Fantasia/ Ultimatum
age Unknown age, presumably very young but above 18, at least.
gender Male
role Major General
power The Ability to change one object into another object of his choosing.
role-player zody

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Image|ANNA MORGAN|
nicknames She prefers to be called by her last name, Morgan, unless she becomes close to someone.
age 23
gender Female
role A Cleaner
power Gravity Manipulation/Wall climbing
role-player slcam

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Image|CETHIN AUREL|
nicknames Seth, Coal, Z.
age 22
gender Male
role Assassin
power Mirror Manipulation: the ability to show himself on any reflective surface as well as morph through them.
role-player Skwidge

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Image|RUUKIA HANABI|
nicknames Shadow Blade
age 26 (unknown to Characters)
gender Female
role Mercenary
power Shadow Walk/Blending into Shadows
role-player heroking23


NPC
ADULT'S BOSS

To see if you read the full introduction please
Write this at bottom of profile:

if a child - Don’t Underestimate Us
if adult - You could never surpass us


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[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] age [/color] |AGE HERE
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[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] my fear [/color] |A FEAR
[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] what I hate [/color]| A FEW HATES
[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] what I love [/color] |A FEW LOVES
[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] role [/color] |CHARCTERS ROLE (if a child their job if adult their military status)
[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] power [/color]| IF ADULT A PHYSICAL POWER IF A CHILD A MENTAL POWER
[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] my crush [/color]| A CRUSH
[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] personality [/color] |Personality
[color=INSERT COLOR HERE]About me [/color] |Short bio for character
[color=INSERT COLOR HERE] role-player [/color]|Type User name here

#HEXCODE(type it without the coding so I know what color to use for the main page. DO NOT choose someone else’s color Adult or Child)

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RolePlay RULES

* Frequently check the OOC and Posting Rules page.

* everyone must have thier characters name centered like this

|PRELUDE|
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[color=#HEXCODE][center][size=300]|CHARACTER NAME HERE|[/center][/size][/color]


*follow the guidelines

*make sure to post in the right Place

*respect everyone!

* Please post a message in the OOC saying you are posting before your post

*at least 1 para posts prefer 3

* UNTIL SAID SO Adults and Children can't interact

* If you are going to be away please post a message in OOC explaining that so that we do not hold up posting waiting for you

*Keep it real. You can't just say that your character magically has in their pocket what everyone else needs.

* Do not play other people characters. You can't randomly say that another character gave you roses the night before if that's not true.

* keeping player knowledge separate from character knowledge. Do not mix OOC with IC.

* Make sure you know what's going on before your character jumps into the scene. Know where they are, what they are doing and what the situation is before your character appears. (ex. *comes in singing and sits on the couch* when they're actually swimming).

Also please DO NOT go too far in the IC when the GM is absent it makes it very confusing things get out of hand
I just want to roleplay with everyone and have fun please ^^

Browse All » 18 Settings to roleplay in

Sypheria

Sypheria by MuteEcho

The Ship of the Scanners of Éclos: Belongs to Anna Morgan

Project21

Project21 by MuteEcho

Project 21

The Tent

The Tent by MuteEcho

Daize's Circus tent

The Amplitheatre

The Amplitheatre by MuteEcho

Meldoy's place of performance

Eclos

Eclos by MuteEcho

Eclos

Estellas

Estellas by MuteEcho

This is the ancient underground secret library in which Prelude only knows of until it becomes the childrens base of operations

The Church

The Church by MuteEcho

Predules home and sanctuary

The Bakery

The Bakery by MuteEcho

Pauns House and Restaurant

The Shop

The Shop by MuteEcho

Dex's Lab and Shop for useful items and inventions

The Training Ground

The Training Ground by MuteEcho

The Military Training Ground on Eclos

The Art Shop

The Art Shop by MuteEcho

The place where Stephen resides and works

The Greenhouse

The Greenhouse by MuteEcho

Ewans hideaway and garden

The Streets

The Streets by MuteEcho

Lirri's daily route

The Warehouse

The Warehouse by MuteEcho

Mia's storage Room

High Fortress

High Fortress by MuteEcho

Home to THE BOSS of the Adults

The Toy Room

The Toy Room by MuteEcho

Angela's Room

The Assignment Hall

The Assignment Hall by MuteEcho

Place where the Adults recieve their assignments

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 12 authors

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Character Portrait: Prelude Character Portrait: Shinon N.O.A
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|PRELUDE|
"It is now the year 2149, in a world where adults and children are at war with each other...

How did this happen? No one knows. Only that it’s been the past is the present and that they, well some don't want it to be the future. The children were separated and segregated into different cites forced to live apart from the adults. In a place called Project 21. There are rumors that Project 21 was once a beautiful place with adults and children getting along. Perhaps this was before the town became called Project 21. But, really no one know it for a fact.

You see Project 21 has no history. History? What even is that word? It’s unfathomable in a place where there are no teachers, and books aren't allowed. Why, to be caught with one could mean certain death! The child would no longer be there with the next scanner’s visit. The scanners are run by the military. The military is only adults; the entire world is ruled by the military. Therefore, it’s all run by adults.

The children are either all orphans abandoned by their parents to the military's experiments, or lost their parents in a long forgotten memory. They are all imprisoned in a giant labyrinth of a town, forced to do the bidding of the greedy adults. They are not allowed imaginations or even Individuality! For a while it seemed like there was no hope for the children of Project 21. Well that was until a boy arose out of nowhere and he alone stood up to the unfairness that the adults created!

They called him The Resistor a boy with power over technology. NO one knows what he looked like, or even his age. However, he was rumored to have been the only child who ever set foot on the legendary adult city! But...

Something happened and one day the Resistor vanished. No one knew where he went a people soon forgot their savior and the world returned to how it was before he appeared maybe even worse….

Some say that the Resistor may one day! Return and free all the orphans of Project 21 and stop the war once and for all....


“AWE!~ He's sounds like such a wonderful person!~ Heehee"

Prelude closed the loosely woven pages of the forbidden object that was long ago given the name of book. The story was true books were banned but that didn't stop her from reading them. Here no one not any adults not even any child, well except for her, knew of the existence of them. Here her sanctuary the Underground Library. Estellas~

Estellas could only be reached by following an ancient tunnel way, way down below the church. The Church was Prelude's home for about as long as she could remember. There was one odd thing about Prelude that made her more unique than any other child in Project 21. Preludes parents hadn't abandoned her. They fought to the end like heroes and they were punished for their kindness to the children. Prelude closed her eyes biting her lip a little.

No... She wouldn't think of such a sad moment…. Why?

"Because the Resistor will return one day and save us!" She exclaimed excitedly.

Suddenly a flash of light came from all around her and she opened her eyes wide. Her bracelet a "token" of sorts that all children were forced to wear went off. It was a warning. She had to get up stairs immediately. Quick as a flash she replaced the book to its shelf and scrambled back into the secret passage. She climbed up into the church's main area settling herself in a pile of flowers as the scanners came by her windows.

The scanners were giant lights sent from above that told the Adults how many children were there and their exact locations. If any child was out of place when the scanners went off... well they were never heard from again. Prelude shuddered at the thought and collected some flowers standing up. Her bracelet faded back to normal which meant the scanners had passed. It was not completely safe yet, but the scanners never stayed long. They did their job quick and simple. She smiled glad that it was over, but clenched the flowers close. No one knew if a child had failed....until they were gone. She prayed that none of them were taken this time.

Prelude went to the door and looked out. Her cyan eyes were wide as she saw a few other children peering out windows and doors into the crazy aligned streets of Project 21. They must have all been wondering the same thing.

Did everyone survive?

The setting changes from Estellas to The Training Ground

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Character Portrait: Luther Rothenburg
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|LUTHER ROTHENBURG|
TIME: 0300 PM AFTERNOON
LOCATION: ÉCLOS


A huge jolt of energy hit the wall, zapping it on all sides with such a force it would be reduced to rubble, but, not in this case. The energy encased it turned red like flames but yet not so. It licked the stone changing it amidst the light was a shadow. The shadow commanded the power like an artist through the stone as he sculpted his masterpiece. The power increased the red light of the alchemy flickering rays upon the shadow. A man’s face was formed between the site.

The man being: Luther Rothenburg, an unstoppable military machine. Nothing could hurt him it seemed nothing could make.... even a dent in his vast power. The man was able to with stand pain and even hunger, filled with the determination to finish the task and do it to the utmost right. The alchemy he controlled surrounded him like a warm coat but was vicious to anyone else. Luther was a monster none could surpass him in any way shape or form ....

"Hey short stuff stop showing off and bring me lemonade!!" a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Luther's blood red eyes popped open with the slight twitch of a muscle. He ignored the caller and focused his power on the wall surging more energy into it. The wall sparked again and continued to shape and form. Luther waved his hands like a conductor of an orchestra.

"HEY!!! HEY!!! I'M TALKIN TO YOU!"

He closed his eyes again gripping his fists on the air strengthening the alchemy more. The wall literally looked as if it was on fire, and yet it was a beauty to behold.

"HEY~! KID!"

And Luther lost it. The 'would have been masterpiece', came crashing down onto the training ground. The dust clearing fast with the futures technology designed to keep the other trainers safe.

"How... many times... do I Have.. to tell you" Luther spoke calmly his hair obscuring his eyes. "My Name is Luther Rothenburg not Kid!"

"You sure look like a kid to me" called the soldier lazily from a safe distance away.

"You must be mistaken I am not a kid" Luther replied trying to reform his magic.

"Owwww~ did I hurt the little boy's feelings wanna go for a timeout back in pathetic little town with all the other little babies"

"I AM NOT A CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Luther roared finally losing his cool exterior as alchemy erupted from his hands sending the ground around the soldier straight into the air.

"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" called the soldier shooting high in to the air and vanishing from sight closely followed by Luther’s alchemy.

"You better be" Luther said calm once again. Though. There was still a muscle still twitching on his head. He then returned to his alchemy reforming the rubble wall. Now his thoughts raced faster

Calling me a child I'm not even that short.... It’s such an insult they don't know who they're messing with I have a job to do I don't have time for fooling around. Truth was there wasn't much of a job to do...being only second in command. He had to wait for orders from his BOSS.

Second he scoffed in his mind Second, that's like last to me. I have to be better I have to surpass them. His power increased again with the speed of his thoughts. I won’t let mere children beat me.

He was a hunter and the leader of the group who hunted after the Children, Children who were rouge and out of place, Children who defiled the name of the grand city of Éclos. He would stop at Nothing until every…..last…. one of them was gone. After all, how else was he to be promoted? Luther lived to be promoted, he worked day after day. He started at the bottom of the chain and now, Now look at him. Such a high honor it was to be second in command.

Second he scoffed again. He pressed his hands deeper into the ground and rose them up again. Not for long the alchemy engulfed him once more then faded as it zapped around his finished creation. It was a gigantic, perfect replica of a group of children tied together. He half grinned at it. Once this job is done, I’ll get promoted again. For me, it will be a dream come true. He held a hand out towards the stone formed children. For them however.. He snapped his fingers and the entire structure shattered into nothing.

“Eliminated.

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|RUUKIA HAANABI|


Ruukia slowly appears from the shadows, then she fires off a few senbon at the dummies, they pierce into the dummies about 2 inches, and smiles to herself. "Ah... that's a kill..." she giggles with delight. Then her delight turns to a delicate sigh, "how I do miss seeing my prey bleed to death... this is quite boring.."

Then she hears a voice scream in the distance. "SSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!" she looks up and sees the soldier fly away. "my, my... I wonder what could have happened to him..." she asks, soon fading back into the shadows.

As she formed back out of the shadows, she watched a short man cause a building to collapse before her eyes, she smiles under the mask and walks towards him. Her outfit is skin tight, only showing her naval, but the outfit seems to strain over her large bosom and shapely behind and thighs. Her body was very fit and toned, but showing little muscle. As she got a little closer she put her and on her hip. "goodness me... somebody had a little temper tantrum, hm?" she asked mockingly. "does somebody need a hug...?" she smiles under her mask. Her soft, short raven hair gently moves through the breeze."

The setting changes from The Training Ground to The Greenhouse

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|EWAN|


An explosion can be heard from deep within the massive green house. Then a small, very young boy runs frantically through the jungle within the building, escaping from the soldiers who managed to sneak in without setting off his bracelet. The had caught him off guard, trying to ambush him with c4 and claymores, but the plants had warned him before he fell for it. Once he found a good place to rest, he touched a tree and closed his eyes. He could see men wandering through the jungle, in search of the young boy.

"Where the fuck did he go...?" asked one of the soldiers, by his voice he was still just a rookie. "pipe down, kid... remember he as a power here that has yet to be revealed... so keep your mouth shut.." the commanding officer says.

Ewan knocked on the tree, and a few birds flew in, he knocked in mores code and then the birds flew off, sending for help, the first person they find. Then he focused on the men, not happy that they tried to kill him. I'll make those big meanies pay... he thinks to himself, and he makes a vine grow and trip the young soldier, then giggles as he cusses and rubs his knee.

"What the hell?" the soldier groans out loudly. He is again hushed by his peers. He gets up, grumbles and continues onward.

Ewan continued to mess with the soldiers until it was time to say bye bye, then he created a massive Venus fly trap. It towered over the men, they shrieked and started to fire at the giant plant, which was completely useless to it. It bites down on the first man, separating him from his lower half and it crushes the upper body, then dissolves it by its digestive juices. Then two more appear, trapping the two men between them and a very large, thick tree. The first plant grabs the young soldier and lifts him high. "AAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! WHAT THE FU-" and he was silenced with a single slam into the ground, the sound of his spine and neck snapping on impact. The commanding officer makes an attempt to save the boy, but is grabbed by the other plant, biting his head completely off. As his now headless body spurts massive amounts of blood, it walks a few steps, firing off a whole magazine of bullets before falling to his knees and twitching, stopping only when the monstrous plant devours the rest.

Ewan sighs in relief that it was all over, he uses his vines to patch up where they had broken into the green house, but he was not proud of killing those men, but it was something he knew he had to do to keep the green house, and the others, safe from further attacks.

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|DEX|

A dirty-blonde haired male sat at his tool covered desk. He wore a pair of steam punk goggles over his golden/green eyes. They were high tech goggles that allowed him to see any flaw in his work in order to fix it, created by he, himself. He was known all over Project 21 as Dex the Mechanic. Or more so for his amazing power to mentally bend metal and thus create amazing inventions. He was lucky he was so clever. Psh! As if!

He was such a critic when it came to himself but quick to compliment anyone else as if there was nothing wrong with them. As of now he was closely focused on a tiny as tiny could be practically atom sized small piece of the object he held. It was a very important object, despite its size. It practically completed the invention. It was amazing how the piece could relate to that of the Children on Project 21. Their motto “We may be small but DON’T Underestimate us.” In fact, Dex knew that the Children could overpower the Adults if they chose to fight.

"Nah! tha jus' wont' work" He grumbled to himself.

Dex had an accent he didn't know where he developed it some said it was a side effect of all his "experimenting" His blond hair spilled over the lenses of the goggles as he tapped the object lightly with a tiny tool that closely resembled a Swiss army knife but thin like a needle. A grin spread over his face.

"thas' it... one more tap" He raised the tool to the object once more and then

HIS BRACELT WENT OFF

The pin like tool slipped from his hand and fell onto the floor. Dex swore under his breath as he placed down the precious piece of his invention and threw back the chair to slam down onto his knees in pursuit of the tool, but he forgot that his entire house was made of machine and the chair moved with the touch of a button so ...Dex badly slammed his face into the desk instead and fell back against the chair with the wind knocked out of him. Not to mention, the vision in the goggles was glitch-ing.

"Those.....scann’rs......I swear...." he huffed grabbing onto the desk to pull himself up

"Now i've lost another great tool" Lost, in the abyss. He pulled the, luckily not broken goggles from his face and tossed them onto the desk with the tools and inventions. Dex rubbed his stinging eyes once then turned to the window as he watched the scanners pass him by.

"Ya better not be takin’ anyone importan’ now." he whispered with a different air about him than before. He was irritated before the scanners showed; now he was worried and something more. He looked out the window seeing other children looking out too. The light from the bracelets and over the town vanished.

Just a Daily routine in Project 21.

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There was a new recruit training on the field. He was young, barely old enough to be considered an adult testing high in a lot of areas and that he was becoming cocky during training. Today was no exception he's on the field and its already turning into a game of showing off. He was going through the shooting course; jumping over obstacles and sliding from one cover to another when he should have kept his gun at the ready and crouched like he was supposed to during training. Sure he hit the targets but more often than not he would leave himself open and if he was going in with a team would have risked getting them into a tight spot or worse.

Another target popped up just as he entered a simulated home with dim lighting. Just as he readied his gun to place a few well aimed holes, it disappeared. Odd, the target didn't appear to have fallen and he didn't have time to hit it. Instead of simply stopping and walking over he continued his route as normal until he happens to reach that spot. Instead of seeing the cut out he sees a piece of torn cardboard sticking up from the holder. A sound catches his ear and he swings around with his gun ready and fires. It was another normal cut out with one hole shot through the middle. He continues if a bit less confidently. Just when he starts through another door he catches another glimpse and he instinctively shoots. Nothing. Then again, another blank wall and marks where he shot at it. He has to stop and reload.

Just as he cocks the gun the missing cut out re-appears, hitting him square in the face. Seeing as its made out of cardboard it doesn't hurt him but it does stun him enough to make him shoot wildly at something that's coming straight at him. Before he has enough time to empty his clip he feels something squeeze around his ankle and in an instant he's on the floor. He loses his grip on the gun as he finds himself being dragged through the rest of the course. The light nearly blinds him when he exits the building through the window, hitting the ground hard. It doesn't stop there. He's pulled towards the open safety door that separated the gun course from the other training courses. He looks down to see what has him. A beastly looking person clutches at his ankle with a clawed hand trying to wrench him free. When that didn't work her maw opened to clamp down around his leg. The pain forces him to let go.

Part of the physical training course sits just beyond that door. The recruits body hits a muddy pool of water before he's dragged underneath several feet of barbed wire cutting at his uniform and pricking his skin. Next was the log bridge. Splinters jabbed at his muddied hands as he tries to stop himself from being dragged any further. Then comes the rope wall. Only the rope didn't seem necessary. Claws dug deep into the wood and strong limbs propel both her and his flailing body up and over the wall. He was being dragged through almost the entire obstacle course! Other recruits stopped and watched in both shock and horror as the creaming male was mercilessly jerked around like a rag doll.

Just when his screams become hoarse and his consciousness begins to fade does he find that he is no longer touching the ground. He goes weightless for a few moments feeling nothing but air surround him, then a hard 'thud'. He was on the highest platform on the course with a very pissed figure standing over him. He begins to whimper and beg for his life prompting a snarl that instantly halts his pleas before he's suddenly left alone. Left to get down himself. It took several other recruits to climb up and collect him. Battered, bruised, bloodied and shaking. "Looks like the grue got you." One of the recruits knowingly said with a chuckle while trying to coax him from a fetal position. "I told you it was a bad idea."

Aramay slid down the pole of the platform within seconds, then pushed off before reaching the ground to soften the landing near the recruits that were standing at the bottom making them jump back a couple feet. She slowly straightened up and wiped the side of her face with her arm. "Uhhh...you're bleeding." One of recruits points out finally after several seconds of silence. Aramay turns to them slowly. With snarl she mock lunges at them. No surprise, they flee down the course. Only afterwards does she turn to look at the side of her arm. A trail of blood trickled down from an open wound that had been grazed by a bullet. She places a clawed hand over the gash and applies pressure, enough to stop the bleeding and force her to cringe. She's pulls her hand away; mud from the course is caked over the wound.

Her ears twitch picking up something. She looks up into the sky seemingly to intently stare at nothing. Her eyes follow something off in the distance that can't quite be made out. Her muscles coil as she crouches down before propelling herself forward into a fast sprint. After several paces she takes to all fours which only further increases her speed and also causes her to look more like a grotesquely deformed, brindled hound racing through the training grounds. In the sky a few paces from her something can be both seen coming into view and heard. With a few preliminary bounds, her final contact with the ground propels her into the air. Just enough to catch the falling soldier that Luther had sent into the air. The sudden change in direction knocks the air out of him; cutting the scream short. In her landing she skids to a halt in a cloud of dust with the soldier laid over her shoulder. He may have received a few bruised ribs or broken ribs but he was alive. She drops him to the ground like a sack of potatoes with no intent on being gentle. It was a reminder that, he may have survived this time but it was unlikely that she would do it again if he were in a similar situation. The soldier tried to open his eyes and lift his head to see who caught him. The small amount of effort, or maybe it was the sight of what was stooping over him was enough for him to pass out on the spot. Aramay stretches her neck and back until she can feel a few pops throughout her spine."...idiot."

Her eyes pan over the field; silently watching Ruukia walk over to Luther.

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Half-sculpted models; covered in plastic sheets to keep them from drying out, rested on shelves against the walls. A work table sits close to one of the walls with a faceless human bust resting on the center of the table. Small hands knead at a lump of clay. Stephen's fingers open to allow the kneaded piece rise into the air and separate into smaller pieces. Each piece forms into a different facial feature. They then push onto the faceless sculpture of a man that he was told he had to finish making a prototype sculpture for by the end of the day. It matched the photo almost perfectly. Only, his expression wasn't quite right. Instead of him looking proud and confident, he looked stern and angry. Stephen gasps and steps back, startled at the expression on the clay bust. He waves his hand and the expression changes to look sad. It changes again to look more goofy. Stephen tilts his head watching as he made the bust make faces. More clay from the table re-shapes itself to look like a set of hands to further aid the clay head and chest with continuing to demean itself of its dignity.

The boy is startled again when he hears scanners nearby. His hand immediately went to the bracelet; scratching nervously at where it was rubbing against his skin. He nervously looks out the window. He pauses and waits anxiously for them to leave when he returns to the work table. He looks at the sculpture again. It was back to a harsh scowl, no, even more scornful before as though it was angry that Stephen made it do those things. Stephen's brows furrowed in agitation.

A large barrel filled with clay with a layer of several inches of water at the top sat in the center of the room. It was set to age, made from past failed sculptures to help cure the new mixture to make it more malleable and sticky to work with. The clay slowly rose from the drum to form a ball at the top of its stalk. Its weight came down on top of the sculpture just as it looked up and began to make a more fearful expression before it was squished underneath the much wetter blobbish ball of clay. The wet clay lost its shape and seemingly melted; plopping down back into the drum as well as on the floor and table. Stephen exhaled a sigh of relief. Glad that he was rid of seeing the adult's face. He hated seeing representations of adults let alone the real thing.

His relief was short lived however when he realized that he still needed to finish a sculpture for the adult who hired him to sculpt it. A tapping on the window makes him nearly jump out of his skin. He motions his hands for all of the clay to get back into the barrel before he could even think to look where the noise was coming from. Turning around he noticed that it wasn't coming from the door but the window. Several birds sat perched just outside and were tapping on the glass. He tilted his head at the new curious sight. They reminded him of something. All at once his eyes lit up in both acknowledgement and fear.

In an instant he raced to grab his water proofed bag. Slinging it over his shoulders he motions for the clay to get into his bag. In his haste he grabs too much and ends up falling onto his back. He forgot how heavy it was for him to physically carry and he couldn't simply focus on taking the weight off his back. It was like trying to keep a muscle constantly flexed. One little distraction and he would end up on his back again. He tries again. This time with half the amount of clay about the size of a basketball. He hoped that it would be enough to get him by. The rest he would have to hope that there was enough dirt around for him to use though it wasn't his medium of choice.

He slips out after checking to make sure that no one else is looking. He moves from section to section all the while lightening the weight with each spurt of running to help avoid him from getting tired too quickly. It would have been easier to simply create a huge golem for him to travel in but that would attract too much attention. It wouldn't be long before Ewan's greenhouse was in his sights. He just hoped that he didn't arrive there too late. He could already see a bunch of vines covering a hole in the greenhouse.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~" A blonde girl sighed "I love the smell of freshly baked bread at minute to three in the afternoon"

The girl was named Paun, often called Paun Paun. Whether or not it was a slight relation to the French word for bread she didn’t know. She didn’t doubt it. In fact, she could be of French decent. She lifted the pan from the oven bringing it up to her nose and inhaling the aroma of her creation. She loved bread, well any food really but especially bread. She turned placing it on the stone countertop. Her entire house was made of stone. And it was just as she liked it. She also loved baking even though due to some odd circumstances she was given the power to create food out of nowhere. However, such a thing was supposed to go against the rules of magic. She sometimes she just preferred good ole fashioned baking.

She smiled and turned to close her oven then looked back at the bread fondly. Because of this power she could feed the poor children of Project 21. Not just poor in the sense of having no money. Poor as in there was a war going on and all the food was being taken away. The children were fighting for survival in more than one way. Just as these thoughts passed her mind, the bracelet on her wrist started flashing.

"THE SCANNERS!" she cried and immediately ran about trying to fix thing. She had to act normal. Paun stowed the bread away and sat near a window. Through it she could see other faces. Paun squinted as the scanners passed by her house. Her fingers dug into the window sill in fear as she watched, waiting and hoping, that it would pass on. She held her breath, breathing in and out slowly. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Her bracelet shut off.

A sigh escaped her almost like a sob. She really hated the scanners. They had taken too many children. She noticed this when they stopped coming to her house to get food. She owned the bakery, and pretty much had all the food that wasn’t otherwise spoiled in project 21. She covered her mouth trying not the cry at the thought of what potentially happened. Those adorable smiles were to die for….die for…..She slumped near the window clutching her chest. She stayed like that for a few minutes, before taking a shaky breath.

"I have to be strong" she reminded herself "For them."

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|Somewhere in the city of Éclos, 4:36 AM|

The dawn of the day crept closer between the time it took for Clementine, a high class assassin, to strike his next victim and meet his deadline. He knew there was a mother harboring a child in the house across the road from where he sat, a rebel to bring the adults down. He also knew that if he failed to kill her he would have to report to the head officer and master assassin and admit his failures, or wait another day to commit his kill. These were not options.

He waited silently above a two story apartment building, a shabby looking thing with only one light flickering inside. This part of Éclos was the poor section; there were many abandoned buildings and the houses that dotted the area with small, grotty looking cottages and tired residents. These adults were often the trouble, the traitors in which Clementine was assigned to get rid of.
It wasn't the first time Clem had been assigned tasks to kill mothers, in fact he had killed quite a lot of women to make it almost shameful. But after failing the Abigail Nora case, where Clementine ended up unconscious due to unwelcome circumstances, he knew he couldn't give too much emotion towards his victims, after all, he would prefer not to report back as a failure to be mocked.

Soon enough, morning light slid over the city, covering it in a grey light that made things easier to see.
Clementine could not kill in public, he could not let anyone else see or be killed, the Adult Government did not want there to be a panic, they did not want the adults to know that the children may be a threat, that there are people trying to stand up for themselves and the children. This is the way it was and will stay, and Clementine did not question or take sides, he needed money and they gave it to him, a lot. They also gave him a name, something to live up to, and that is all that Clem wanted. He did not care for anything else until it presented an opportunity to him, in his face. It's how Clementine worked, and the Government knew that.

This assignment was a young adult, a single mother in her early twenties, who had a young child of some description. A neighbor of hers had recently spotted the child within her home and reported it to the officials, wanting the reward of money for reporting suspicious behavior, but also not wanting to be around when the Government found out in the end. They always did after all.

Eventually Clementine stood from where he sat and crawled his way down the building, his eyes not leaving the silhouette of the small house where his destination was. He made his way silently to the house and scanned the windows for one easy to break in through. One he had found one he pried it open as quietly as he could and crawled through it.
It was the woman's bedroom he had found himself in. It took Clementine a few moments to adjust his eyes to the dark, but when they had he saw the woman sitting up in her bed, staring right at him.

"You're here to kill me?" she asked shakily. She did not move from her place, but watched him intensely as he moved closer towards where she sat.
"Yeah," he answered, a ping of guilt filling his voice for only a moment. But she had noticed it and sighed, a long, drawn, sad sigh.
"Is this how you truly want to live?" the woman asked angrily, still unmoving despite Clementine's slow walk towards her. "As a heartless killer? Pah!"
"Sorry lady, but that's how the world works now. I'm only doing my job." he shrugged and got out a small syringe, flashing it for her to see.

Shaking, the woman pulled out her arm. There was no escape, she knew it, just the acceptance of death and the small relief of a quick and painless death from Clementine's poison. He handled her arm gently, about to put the needle in without a word, but she quickly pulled away in sudden realization.

"Please don't kill my daughter. She is only 4, she will be an adult one day...please don't kill her! Have mercy!"

Clementine looked at the woman in silence and lifted her arm again, causing her to sob loudly. As he pushed the syringe into her skin, letting the poison flow in slowly, he muttered "I don't kill children. Only adults. I am not a hunter, so it is not my job. They will probably put her into Project 21."

The woman, tears smothering her cheeks, smiled before death took her away, and uttered a quiet "Thank you."

***

|Training Grounds, 3:05PM|

The odd assassin walked joyfully through the training grounds, watching new recruits hastily attack and defend each other, learning new skills. After his job that morning he felt rather energetic, a skip in his step, probably at the thought of a new paycheck to come. Job's had been slow recently so it was a relief to be finally out on the field again.

He walked along the sidelines of one of the training facilities, not actually planning to train (he rarely did) but he enjoyed watching others' techniques, picking up little moves that might help him. Perhaps he should train, he thought, but it was a lost cause. He preferred to stay undercover, to not draw any unwanted attention to his techniques in case someone might find his weakness. So he just watched happily, waiting for the day to end.

As if on cue, a scream could be heard not far from where Clementine stood. His ears perked up in curiosity and he began to make his way to the direction of the sound.
He saw the strange woman Aramay, more of a creature really, catch a solider in mid air and bring him down again with a thud, a solider that had seemingly fallen due to Luther's anger.

With a childlike laugh, the gasmasked man walked casually towards Aramay and shrugged, "Poor man," he looked at the unconscious solider in amusement, "I'm surprised you caught him like that. Most people would've just let him fall."

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Plip, plip, plip, plip…. Dripping water could be heard somewhere within the dark building, most likely from one of the broken pipes lining the ceiling like a maze. The area was eerily silent, except for the sound of hot air being released every so often, followed then by the loud rustling of chains in the background. Broken windows dotted the walls in random locations with black tattered curtains behind them to keep the light out in the training session, while other metal pipes protruded from the ground and were mostly caked with dirt and grime aside from some small areas that were covered from the elements and still somewhat clean. Some of them had lights that would flicker on and off in a slow, mesmerizing pace. Three shattered mirrors could also be located, one against the northern wall, another propped up against one of the metal pipes, and another simply lying on the ground. The glass shards from these three were also scattered about the room.

However, there was also a loud heartbeat that steadily responded to the eerie surroundings, beeping every second, almost as if someone was hooked up to the medical machinery found in the E.R.; probably because someone was. One of the new recruits had opted to assist in one of the more experienced adult’s training, and he had been hooked up to the machine to record his breathing and heartbeat rates in the ‘simulation’.

Plip, plip, plop, plop, plunk. Plip, plip…. For a few moments, the water’s steady beating suddenly shifted, hitting something other than the floor for those precious two seconds before resuming the free fall into its puddle. Sweat covered the recruit’s brow, his eyes wide and heartbeat picking up a few notches. Having spent at least twenty five minutes alone in the room with nothing but agonizing suspense and adrenaline, his senses had become adjusted to all of the sounds and the darkness, so he immediately noticed the difference in the water’s soft drumming. He swiftly turned his head to stare into the darkness of where the noise usually was, but he saw nothing. Another few ticks escalated in his breathing, before… Whoooshhh. The recruit jumped in coiled surprise, but it was only the air vent going off again. But, wait… where was the clinking of the chains?

Cethin shifted out from the hot, sticky air, placing a finger on the cleaner part of a nearby pipe running suspended in midair before suddenly disappearing once more. A crunch responded from under his boot as his weight settled on the shards of broken glass, a huge smirk spread across his face and his eyes wide with anticipation. He had to admit, it was pretty fun playing predator, especially when he got to increase his ability anyway. Swiftly crouching down, he stared at the reflective glass, watching as the recruit was just coming up to the mirror propped against the north wall. Seth portrayed himself on that mirror for exactly half a second before causing the image to shift violently to the right of the mirror in the other half of time before it was nowhere to be seen, quite effectively toying with the poor recruit once more. The sweet sound of the rapid beeping from the wires hooked up to display heartbeat made Z rather smug with himself.

’Enough play, I wanna see how well I did this round.’ He thought silently to himself before reaching into a different shard and climbing out of the mirror the recruit had passed moments before. Silent as he could, Seth snuck up behind the boy and in one swift motion pressed a knife to his throat. A shattering scream split from the boy’s throat, and Cethin recoiled from the loud noise. ”Woah, hey, relax, it’s just a rubber blade~” With an innocent tone, he held out the fake knife as the overhead lights flickered to life, signaling the end of the training.

The recruit’s right hand was pressed against his chest where his heart was. “Holy crap, man.” He breathed, his eyes wide but the beeping beginning to slow down. ”Well, let’s see how I did, shall we?” Sauntering over to where the machine itself was located, the recruit in tow, Ceth pulled the curtain back, revealing the screens and green lines and such. The boy stood beside him, watching with wonder at the screens. Shifting his eyes toward the boy, another smirk filled the assassin’s face before he turned back and wiped his wet hand on the boy’s shoulder. ”Increased shift time by a few seconds, definite marks on the psychological warfare.” He snickered, patting the boy on the back with some force.

“Where did you get this stuff, anyway?” The recruit grumbled, obviously embarrassed that he couldn’t take on the challenge. ”Stole it. But hey, hey, I’ll bring it back as soon as I’m done. It doesn’t take long to transfer items through mirrors.” He raised his hands in the air above his shoulders, defending himself. ”It’s a pain they don’t let me just have it.” An irritated frown flickered across his facials for a moment before disappearing. ”Anyway, you should run along now. And I hope you learned a very valuable lesson.” Z ruffled the boy’s hair, further demeaning him in that subtle way with a full grin on his face. “Yeah, yeah, don’t do any training with crazy Ceth.” The recruit placed his chin in his hand before turning to get the heck out of this place. ”What, no! Don’t tell your friends that! Otherwise I’ll never get anyone to train with me!” He had turned as the boy was leaving, his voice rather loud and playfully frantic while he had a pout on his lips. ”Pah.” Coal simply waved off the boy as he exited his training area, a content look to his face as he scanned over the results once more.

However, his form suddenly froze and his pupils widened as his mind seemed to slip and crash. Ceth winced physically as blinding light filled his mind’s eye. “Come on Coal, don’t be like that!” He looked up, the face before him completely unrecognizable as the light prevented him from making out anything other than a blurry silhouette. “Come on, please? Pretty please? You know you wanna get out of your grumpy pants and come p-“ With a harsh scowl, Z abruptly cut off the flashback. But his body gave him up as his form shivered with tensed pain and he coughed. ”Bloody….” ’That one was weak, pointless.’ He clenched his fists before turning away from the screen. ’Guess I just forgot that sometimes they’re delayed, if I’m even gonna have one anyway.’ He slammed his fist against one of the pipes, denting it in his anger. He shouldn’t have such memories, no one else did, so why him?

However, all was completely forgotten as a scream could be heard hurtling above his training building, and a bright smirk filled his features, knowing exactly what that meant. Trotting back to one of the glass shards, he slipped through and popped out a few meters behind Ruukia. His eyes scanned over her before he looked up at Luther and then bent over, one arm across his stomach while with the other he pointed at his open mouth and fake gagged. With that shiny outfit of hers, Seth was very, very thankful he didn’t accidently alter his course and pop out like right on top of her.

Without a moment to lose, he shifted onto one of the clear lines that bordered a few of the training areas. ’Ah Èclos, such an easy place to get around in.’ And he reappeared closer to Luth just as Ruukia taunted him. "Goodness me... somebody had a little temper tantrum, hm?" Ceth shoved his hands into his pockets and lazily walked over to Luther, clicking his tongue in Ruukia’s general direction. “Some people just don’t learn even when a hurtling body comes screaming over them.” He spoke breezily at Ruukia, leaning towards Luther and about to rest his elbow on the man’s shoulder before immediately changing his mind with a good-natured look. He then danced away from Luther, subtly worried that the man would explode once more. Obviously he couldn’t really get out of his range, but he was closer to something reflective so he’d have an escape route if things turned violent. Seth was feeling very plummet-free today, and would rather prefer to stay on the nice, safe ground to begin with.

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Hands shoved in her pockets and eyes scanning the dusty roads, Lirri walked along the streets silently, kicking up dirt every once in a while. Her shoe tip connected with a small rock, sending it flying off, a look of frustration on her face. ’Three days. It’s been three days since my last pointed job. You’d think there’d be a ton of stuff, what with the adults being so freaking clumsy, but nope, not recently. Eh, maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places. Understandable considering this place is a bloody rat’s nest. If you can even call it that. It’s demeaning to rats everywhere.’

With a sigh, Lirri let her head fall to the side, and she blinked a couple of times before her eyes focused on something. It seemed to be a scrap of paper, but… paper was something that shouldn’t be left on the streets. Wandering over to it, Mouse bent down. ’Especially what with the sca-‘ And right at that moment her bracelet went off. Lirri’s eyes widened as she snatched up the crumpled little object. Whether or not it belonged to someone, it needed to get off the streets before someone’s life got threatened.

’How far am I from my place!?’ She looked around frantically before her mind clicked and she sprang into action, darting forward. ’If I don’t get there in time….’ Mouse shuddered, her whole form shifting as she put on another burst of speed. A soft pattering of feet scampering along the cobblestone might be heard if someone were listening closely, but unlikely, considering loud noises were all around- shutters slamming shut, pounding of feet along the ground, such things.

Her course shifted, and she slipped inside a small crack in a nearby building, pressing forward in her mad dash to return to her area. Her round ears perked up as she ran, honing in on the sound of the scanners approaching, though their proximity was quite a ways off considering her hearing was now enhanced. Racing up the stair railings, Lirri came into a room, and leaped forward, her tiny paws scrambling against the wood before sinking in and giving her grip, which she used to pull herself up. She was on a windowsill which she quickly darted through, ignoring the broken glass, clambering onto an old clothesline and working her way along it.

She suddenly flung herself off of the wire, freefalling about two stories before she felt herself shift again, the wind catching feathers and abruptly catching her and lifting her up as she shifted her speckled wings. She quickly flapped them, making way more ground… obviously, she was flying after all. Sighting her small shop which she called home, she pressed her wings against her body and tucked her feet close to her downy stomach, dive bombing towards the place.

With a loud thud Lirri landed on the ground, her back pressed against the wall and her arm over her eyes as she panted. Changing like that was exhausting, and she’d have to dip into some extra food. She probably had something she could fix up if she tried, plus if she was a smaller animal she could most likely stave off the majority of the different metabolisms. Shape-shifting had its advantages, as well as its toll.

But her thoughts were interrupted by a stinging sensation in her leg, as well as the scanners approaching. She immediately tilted her head down, looking at her leg as the scanners passed and left. Mouse’s facial features contorted with a wince, blood trickling down a cut in her leg which she received while climbing through that broken window. ’Baka, where’s your brain!?’ She groaned, letting her body roll a bit till her side was against the wall as she clutched her leg. She had had to shift, otherwise the scanners might have gotten suspicious; it wasn't an ideal idea, going from small to large shifts any physical stresses, including cuts and bruises.

Lirri rose from the ground, slightly limping as she walked into her home, a small bell which she had found a few months ago ringing, signaling someone had entered. She continued past the desk at the front of the small room and through the door at the back. It was a pretty nice place, it had two floors, and occasionally running water. Not like she couldn’t cope without the ‘comfort’. There wasn’t anything stopping her from gathering anything she needed from elsewhere. But right now it was a definite blessing as she lifted her leg onto the basin of the pump, praying that she’d have water right now.

She pushed down on the lever with bated breath, but nothing happened. A look of annoyance flashed across her face followed by a wince. She let out a sigh, about to turn away before she heard the trickling. Immediately she shoved her leg under the small stream of water, cleaning off the grime and blood. After finishing that, she cupped her hands and washed her face from the sweat as well as getting a quick gulp of water. She then turned it off, not expecting to get water from it for the rest of the day, and went in search of the bandages Prelude had given her a few weeks back. She was doing her best to make them last- she hated asking for things, it made her seem weak, and weak was something no one could be nowadays, not to mention it took that small toll on others as well.

”Aha, there you are, ya little bugger.” Her fingers wrapped around the cloth before unraveling some of it around her cut and then fastened it. Lirri whispered a small thanks once again to Prelude for being so kind. It definitely wasn’t unusual for Lirri to injure herself, running about and doing crazy stuff she really shouldn’t.

Mouse sat for a little bit before glancing up out of the window, a look of worry spreading subtly along. ’Did they get anyone this time?’ She suddenly paused before looking down at one of her pockets. ’Oh yeah, the paper….’ She slipped her fingers inside the cloth pouch and pulled out the crumpled little ball. ’Probably not even his, but I guess he’d like to have it nonetheless.’

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Area: Newspaper Booth
Time: Prequel to Lirri

Liam was on the second story of his house, which was also just known as the Newspaper-booth. He sat down in his old wooden chair next to the window perched like a bird focused on finding a delicious juicy worm. He stared down at this gigantic book which held secrets beyond Liam's own dreams, the book was a family heirloom that was passed down from generation to generation but after a couple years or so it quickly deteriorated and became extremely fragile. It held at least a hundred or so spells and more just contained in the form of words, anyone could use the book...but only a writer mindset could fully use it to it's advantage. Liam currently was writing more spells in the book, this time his own custom spells that would serve well from summoning a giant ten-ton shield to a simple pair of clothes. His hand darted across the page like a cheetah chasing it's prey, quick and accurate and never missing it's prime target.

That's when it happened; his bracelet went off, a large red obnoxious flash that caused Liam to jam the ink pen he was using into the book and rip at least fifteen pages, sending them out the window and into the dark abyss. It took a minute or so to have Liam register what just happened; when he did he remained quiet then loudly screamed "SHIT!" off the top of his lunges. "Screw the scanners! I'm not part of the system!" Liam yelled as he picked up the remnants of the book and was about to jump out the window until he remembered what Prelude had told him.

"Those that aren't picked up by the scanners tend to disappear...forever."

Liam cursed under his breath as he waited for the scanners to locate him. The bracelet on his wrist turned a bright green then seemingly shut off. The lights then quickly disappeared as if nothing had ever happened then everything seemed to return to normal. "Thank god...now time to find those pages."




Area: The Streets
Time: Following up on Lirri's discovery of the page

Liam looked around outside the house for the fastest and least dangerous way to get the pages which flew over the roof of the neighboring house across the street. Liam, desperate to get at least one page back didn't hesitate and quickly jumped out the window and onto the clothesline that connected one house to another, however the thin clothesline couldn't hold even Liam's light weight and quickly detached from his house sending Liam into the neighboring house at a fast pace. Luckily, he jumped off as the clothesline neared the ground.

He checked the sky for the page and it was just gently floating in the wind like a leaf falling down from a tree, only thing is this leaf was a very important part of Liam's history and well...the wind was being a bit of a jerk lately. A strong gust of wind blew and sent it flying over the roofs of multiple houses and higher up into the air. He quickly climbed the nearest fire escape ladder and chased the page down until it finally landed in the second story of a very familiar looking house. However at the time Liam could care less who's house it was and quickly jumped into the open window. He came down with a large crash as he landed inside the house directly on top of the page.

"Aggh...Damnit..." Liam mumbled as he got up off the floor. That's when he surveyed his surroundings and realized that this house was the house of the mouse...

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“Two steps right, three steps, back, turn. Rise and fly!~” A girl moved gracefully and lithely, allowing her body to sway in the direction she told her mind. Her precision was perfect not a movement off point. She followed the dance to the music she played in her head. She raised her arms above her and circled them around each other as if she were telling a story with her movements. It was a sort of ballet, and she was the star ballerina. She raised one leg above her head, showing off her amazing flexibility. Then she took a step forward, tiny baby steps, one after another.

Her black hair was tied and twisted up into a bun and pinned there to keep it out of her pale face as she spun and danced. She moved to stand on tip toe; aligning her feet precisely on the correct spot of area, never once did she wobble. She wore pure white clothing, adorned with many colorful ribbons. It was designed to catch the eye of her viewers. She turned her head, as if it were a part of her dance and waved an arm in a circle bowing low and standing up on tiptoe once again.

Her hands crossed over her painted white face, she swayed her hips to the music that she could hear. The show was going to be perfect as she danced lightly forward, bowing and turning dipping and raising her arms. She reached higher and higher as if she could fly. Her blue orbs opened and sparkled with delight as she continued to reach. It was if she could touch the sky. And then…

A high pitched beep threw off the tempo, the music screeched to a halt, and everything came crashing down. The ballerina fell, dropping and cutting through the air. Her hands desperately pried for the dream that she was being pulled from by the force of gravity. It was over…for the pierrot.

Daize hit the soft pillow-like mesh net set up underneath the tightrope that she had been elegantly walking across. The young trapeze artist slipped her arm from the large white sleeve and looked at the offending thing on her arm. Its lights flashed and flickered, emitting a high-pitched sound. She rolled over with a sigh as the lights of the scanner hovered over the red and white striped tent.

”Aww, No fair! I didn’t even get to reach the other side this time. " She crossed her arms across her chest childishly as the scanner passed over her and the bracelet on her wrist went back to its cool empty gray color. It was so plain and didn’t match well with her outfit, which always sparkled with color. She liked things that stood out, that were amazing. Really anything that could attract a sight.

She turned her head towards the empty stands, imagining children sitting there and watching a marvelous show. But, there was no longer a show. The ringmaster was long gone all that remained was a lonely pierrot girl who couldn’t even fly. Saddened, Daize raised a hand and rubbed at the white makeup. It came off easily revealing her true face. She kicked her legs then flipped them over the side of the net and her body followed as she expertly flung herself off it. She cart wheeled once and landed in perfect balance in the exact center of the tent.

From there she proceeded to go to the opening that had been ripped in it by a storm. Through the thread strands she could vaguely see a large warehouse in the distance and in the other direction a tower, of which had a giant toy room at the top.
Pressing her fingertips into her cheeks she slipped from the tent and glanced at the sky.

“Because of you, the circus never comes to town anymore” she said.

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Anna slowly spun in her seat, her eyes gazing over the various monitors, taking in data from sensors. It was once again the time for a routine scan. Each scanner was deployed in a designated route through Project 21, ensuring that each child would be scanned, as long as they were where they were meant to be, of course. And if they were not where they needed to be....
However, that had not happened today, at least so far.

Through the data and video that came each day through the screens, Anna got to know many of these children, or at least know about them. However, it was difficult to see them as much more than data, and Anna never tried to connect with them. They were merely there to mature into an adult, little more. Their time as a child meant little as long as they made it through childhood. And if they failed in even that... well, their data mattered even less, and was quickly filed away, rarely opened again unless for some obscure statistical matter.

Anna checked each child as the scanner brought their face and location into view on the screens. She made sure the information matched with a practiced speed, then gave the scanner the 'okay' to proceed. After all, they would not want the children getting the brilliant idea to switch bracelets. Each had their place and function, and it would not be beneficial for them if they ever forgot that. Suddenly, a screen began flashing with an error. It seemed that some child had forgotten its place. Her hands nearly flying, Anna turned the scanner to 'pursue and clean' mode. She watched impassively as it rapidly scanned the surrounding area.

It was not long before it locked on to the signal of the errant child in the wood. It was not his first infraction either. There would be no mere punishment this time, but a full-blown 'cleansing'. Anna could feel conflicting emotion rising somewhere within her, but it was distant and faint. She easily suppressed it, fulfilling her duties with a properly emotionless, logical mindset.

The scanner easily came to the now terrified child. The young teenage boy futilely tried to flee, pushing recklessly through the undergrowth. His bracelet flashed in a bright, blood red, that was stark against the foliage surrounding him. All his fuss was useless, and the scanner easily pursuing him gave him one finale sentence, the last he would hear. "You have committed your final violation. Prepare for cleansing." The boy stumbled and fell to his knees, turning toward the scanner with a wide-eyed look that still stubbornly harbored defiance. Then, in a flash of light, he was gone. From discovery of the empty area to cleansing of the errant child, less than a minute had passed.

Without another thought about the boy, Anna returned the scanner to its normal function, and it sped back toward its route. Scanning resumed in each of the scanners, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. In fact, it was nothing out of the ordinary. That had been the third cleansing that week, though it was unusual to have such a high number for so early in the week. Perhaps the children were becoming restless for some reason? In any case, they would soon settle, and those who did not would be dealt with promptly.

The scanning concluded without any other aberration, though a few children seemed to have barely squeaked by this time. Anna gave a small sigh and began the process of returning and shutting down the scanners, as well as writing up a report. It was slightly longer than usual due to the cleansing, but still did not take more than a few minutes. Soon, Anna was signing off for the time being. Once these tasks were finished, Anna set off for the training grounds.



Within a few minutes, Anna arrived. From the general mood around Luther, she assumed he had lost his temper and injured, or perhaps killed, someone again. Anna almost felt sorry for the poor oaf who angered him. She approached silently behind Cethin, who seemed a bit on edge, which was probably wise. She carefully avoided the 'line of sight' of the few reflective objects in the area until she stood directly behind the man, sure she had not been noticed by any of those gathered around Luther.

"Watch it, he might get ya," she said, nearly in his ear. She was not especially loud, so Luther would not hear her and break his concentration, but she was easily audible to the rest of those gathered, and, no doubt, especially loud for Cethin. She saw a couple of the recruits jump when they realized she had suddenly appeared, and barely kept a smile from her face.

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Aramay's head turned towards the direction of the laugh. It looked as though it was becoming a common theme on the field today which she wasn't taking a fancy towards. Her eyes harshly darts to the owner of the laugh; intent on making sure the chuckle was stopped short. Her expression softened somewhat when she saw that it was a familiar face, Clem. Her ears twitch at the realization. The bright light threw her off making it hard for her to maintain an intimidating aura about her. She straightens up to take on a fairly normal posture; something she isn't often seen doing.

Her eyes looked back down at the subconscious soldier and her mouth opened yet took a few seconds before she actually responded; her voice was low and raspy. "I know." Anything more than a couple of words required a pause. Many physical feats were almost effortless for her to perform yet a simple sentence strained at her vocal chords. Therefore her words or responses were simple and few. Anything more than a couple words meant that it was something worth the effort of saying. "To see, if I...could." She adds. Her voice strains unnaturally and could send chills up anyone's spine. Intimidating or not it only added to her unsettling looks. For those who actually listened to her words would realize that she wasn't even sure if she could catch him. Not that she was incapable of it in the past but that she managed to achieve it in broad daylight was something of a challenge she hadn't taken on and it was due to her eyes being far more effective in lower light.

Speaking of which; she lowered her head just enough for her hair to partially cover her eyes. The sun was forcing her to squint and giving her a headache. That however was part of her training. Tell her to chase down a child late in the day or better yet after dark, through a building, down a poorly lit alley it was almost guaranteed that she would be on top of them within seconds. If the child's power kept them out of her grasp their screaming due to her chasing them would be enough to alert the others of their location. She could get into most places that others didn't like going or normally wouldn't fit through. Have a child run down a well lit street in broad daylight and she found herself taking more than a second longer to respond to what's happening in front of her. More than enough time for her to be left at a disadvantage for one reason or another. Therefore trying to use her other senses to compensate while training became aggravating yet necessary.

Of course there was the option of having something made to cover her eyes to block out some of the sun. Though the likelihood of her peripheral vision being obscured or the off chance that they would be knocked away leading to temporary blindness made her unwilling to take the chance. Plus she needed to rely on her own eyes, they alone were enough to make a child freeze in place without requiring a single finger to be lifted. Then again, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have them just in case. For that off chance of needing them.

In the time that it took for her to respond to Clem and look back up at Luther from under her messy hair, a bit of a crowd had formed around around the irate male. It looked like Ara and Clem were the furthest him. Luther was the one that she always made sure to allow him his space. She was smart enough not to push his buttons as opposed to the others. It wasn't that way in the beginning. After a few testing spats with him in the past she became more inclined to listen to his orders. It didn't prevent her from shooting a defiant look, watch him intently or according to others seemingly stare him down. It wasn't simply because he was the second in command.

The only thing that broke her gaze and her posture was the pain that rose up her spine making her hunch forward and crouch down. The baring of her teeth and hissing breath made it apparent that she wasn't pleased with having to almost sit on the ground to alleviate the pain. Her tail swiped against the ground in annoyance. It had been over a year ago when it first started though it was still fresh in her mind. For weeks her body had been in pain from when she began showing unusual symptoms from the injections. With the occasional pains she still experienced, she wondered if the changes had yet to completely settle.

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No sooner had his creation collapsed, by his own hand of course, that another voice addressed him. Now that he was calm again, he resumed his normal stoic behavior and was not affected by another’s presence. He heard the woman approach and did not turn to look at her as she spoke.

"Goodness me... somebody had a little temper tantrum, hm?". Luther could identify the voice straight way. Of course, it was “her”. Ruukia Hanabi, she enjoyed teasing people, got her kicks from it or something. Her voice was mocking. Luther could almost sense her smiling at him, maybe with a slight smirk. "Does somebody need a hug...?"

He calculated his response, weighing out the odds of what would ensue from different reactions. He was not one to lose his temper easily. Some particular new recruits just irritated him. However, he was a strong man, able to control himself. He made a nod of greeting in Ruukia’s direction, but didn’t look at the woman. Why should he, he had a job to do. He didn’t need distractions.

At this moment another approached them. Luther’s eyes flashed to the newcomer for a moment. “Some people just don’t learn even when a hurtling body comes screaming over them.” . Luther rolled his eyes, and dropped his gaze again. He wondered if he should continue practicing or go check up on some new recruits. Some of them couldn’t be left alone, they were so foolish. He knew there were some that ran off to Project 21, and would pay for it in some way or another. Foolish recruits.

“Cethin” Luther said simply, acknowledging the man by name. He watched as the dark haired taller man, had practically danced over to them. Luther did not understand this particular assassin’s methods precisely. However, he was not really that ill hearted with him. Luther outranked him, so… so what if Ceth was taller. Ceth made a move as if to belittle Luther, but then seemed to second guess himself and skipped away. Luther “humphed” quietly. Ceth knew better than to mess with him. He had his reputation from the new recruits he consistently threw into the air or practised his alchemy on in other ways.

It was not a surprise that Cethin would know this as well. People learned quickly to obey him and not play with him. Testing Luther’s patience, regardless of your rank, could get you maimed or injured. So, Luther had quickly earned the respect he desired from his peers. He began to raise his hands again. “You all should get back to your training, and I as well. . He spoke quietly, but his voice was the type that demanded attention. No one failed orders, especially knowing what he was really capable of, and throwing a few soldiers would look like child’s play compared to it.

He gazed over the group gathered around him, what was he popular today or something? Another person had joined them. He hadn’t missed it when she showed, being a hunter, he was always completely aware of his surroundings. It was the “cleaner”, one of their best anyways. He made another nod in her direction. “Morgan!” Luther’s commanding and monotone-ish voice changed slightly. ”What are the numbers from today’s cleaning mission?” He asked interested, and hoping that they had increased. He really hated those children. The little rats of Project 21.

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Prelude stared with sad, almost blank eyes at the other children. Her small, pale hands pressed against the glass as she tried to read the expressions on their faces. She softly counted them in her head, making sure no one was gone. She sighed in relief seeing they were all, present and accounted for. Well, at least the ones she lived near. A few other names popped into her head. Her fingers left the glass, as they closed into a powerless fist.

She shook her head. She wasn’t going to think negatively. Faces started disappearing. Children slipped back into the safety of their homes. Prelude stepped away from the window, and her long blue dress swayed with the movement. She turned and walked back into the church her steps quiet and gentle, almost as if she were just that fragile. Her eyes gazed over the area around her. Huge stained-glass windows and tall pillars made up the sides of the church. Flowers twisted around them, hugging them in such a beautiful display. Rows of wooden pews sat symmetrical on either side of the church, separated by a single faded red rug. It was a place that may have once held beauty but now, like most places in Project 21, it was impossible to preserve.

A patch of yellow flowers replaced the area which would have held an altar. Prelude had been given them as a gift from her young friend Ewan. They lasted longer than the average flower, and were blessed by the boy’s magic. She stared fondly at them, before slipping past them into a nearly unseen room. This was her living space, although she had to admit, lying amongst the blooms was very comforting. The room consisted of a small bed, with a shelf built into it and a chest at the end, for holding personal items. Prelude never asked for much, and this little suited her well. There were no pictures; pictures were not allowed in Project 21. The only other thing in the room was a small rack for holding clothing that was not meant to be folded.

She leaned over the bed and gathered a few things from the shelf. She carried them over to the rack and removed a bag from it. She packed the items from the shelf into it and slung it over her shoulder. Then she pulled a large piece of material from the rack and slipped out of the room, without a glance back. Prelude walked quickly to the front of the church and flipped the cloth, which turned out to be a large coat, over herself. She flipped up the hood and covered her face in order to combat the terrible air of Project 21.

She locked up everything checking once, twice, three times to be sure everything was completely secure and hidden. Then returned to the front door and slipping out proceeded to lock that up tight. Sealing it with a prayer and a touch of her clothing, she turned swiftly and immediately disappeared into the streets. The winding paths were the best place to hide if you knew where you were going but then again no one really knew where Project 21 ended or started or even every path in it. There were no maps made for them, as if the Adults wanted them confused. Or, perhaps not even they knew exactly the way Project 21 was laid out. Really all anyone knew was the path to their home and their friends. Lucky for them that never changed.

Prelude's white hood popped back up into view as she neared a house that looked as if it was a giant tree with all the plants that surrounded it. Her eyes sparkled behind her face cover made of a special cloth that would protect 68% of the time and had great vision. It was probably an invention of Dex's, from a while back. Prelude didn't upgrade because she didn't mind it much. Still smiling she wound around the bend that led to an entrance of the greenhouse, and then froze. Panic welled up inside of her as she saw that part of the greenhouse was missing, as if blown apart. Worry surged through her and she picked up her pace.

"No!, No! Not Ewan. Please dear Father, not Ewan” . From the other side she could see Stephen, a child with the power to manipulate the earth, who served as a sculptor for Project 21. Her body flooded with relief that he was safe for a moment, but quickly returned to worry for the youngest Child she knew in their home. Stephen seemed to have the same concerns as her as he made his way towards the damaged building. She shot him a worried look and then turned towards the greenhouse and she called out, "Ewan!~ Are you in there?!" . She lifted a hand from the tresses of the large coat and traced the wall pleading. Please tell me they didn’t take him. Tell me he didn’t get taken away.

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A dizzy haze overcame her as she slumped to the floor. Something held her tight restricting her breathing, What was this that she felt, fear? Adrenaline? She didn't know did she want to know? Her blonde hair was in her eyes, frightened childlike eyes. Innocent but wide like they had seen far too much for a child. The air was thinning the light fading. Is this death?she thought vaguely, staring unseeing into the darkness, unable to breathe.

Paun Paun let go of her breath. A sharp gasp of pain as she realized she had been holding it the whole time. Was it a dream?She blinked rubbing her face and sat up. She was lying on the floor of her bakery, nothing had been disturbed. No... No Adults here. but she was still on guard. Paun was so paranoid always thinking the Adults were right there after all she had a close encounter when she was younger she had seen first-hand the torment experienced the pain. She had seen far too much for someone so young. The kind of thing NO ONE should ever have to see.

She lifted a shaking sweaty hand to wipe the hair from her face the strands were sticking there. After a moment she hoisted herself to her feet, still breathing as if it were dangerous to. Each breath was a fight. She gazed dizzily into the room. Cooking pots, vegetables, and a small kennel sitting in the short distance, "What was I Doing before this" She asked herself. She took a step toward the kitchen and with a wave of dizziness collapsed into a chair.

She blinked opening her eyes slowly and closing them again. Not too long after a small timer clock rang indicating it was time to make food runs. She opened her eyes and sat u. Paun knew that not many Children could get to her shop, and therefore not many would be able to get food. Despite it being the year 2149, Project 21 had no other food stores. Therefore it was up to her to make sure that everyone got an adequate amount of food each day.
Lucky for Paun, her power made it wonderfully easy to travel. Unlike most delivery services, she did not have to carry anything with her. Her hands blindly found a pad of paper and a pen scrawling a neat, but hurried note reading

"I Will be back in at least an hour or so"

In case anyone comes she thought, then lifted herself to her feet gathering her skirts and walked about doing a few last minute things. She left the bread on the counter with a cover over it, as well as the other food in the open but protected. If a child showed up she wanted to be sure they received what they were looking for, with or without her present. She and pulled herself to the door.

She wandered outside into the maze of Project 21. She had a path she would follow every day, and would go to visit each house. In this way, she was usually one of the first to know if anyone had disappeared and who. As she walked a figure stumbled towards her. He had a hand extended as if he had been looking for her and had just found his target. She frowned and caught the boy’s hand.

“There there, You made it just fine. I know what you need.” . The child looked at her helplessly before his face broke into a grin. He must have been travelling quite a distance to get there. Paun smiled and closed her eyes, in an instance a large amount of food appeared in a box. Paun handed the box to the child and pat his head. “I suggest you rest inside before taking a journey back”. She told the child before bowing her head and hurrying off to feed the rest of the kids.

About forty-five minutes later she was rounding onto another street that always amused her. She had just met up with a few Children who were teleporters. They would assist her in her getting food to all the Children, since she could not do it alone. The street was lined with metal and odd contraptions here are there. It was completely unlike the rest of the town. This particular one led up to The Shop , owned by a boy named Dex.

Paun always enjoyed visiting him, because he always had a story to tell or something to converse about. Her shoes clacked against the metal bridge that led across a lake up to the metal dome with many colourful and blinking lights as well as pipes attached to it. She was amused by the oddness of it, and wondered if Dex had made it himself. She approached the door and rapped a hand on it, causing the metal to clank loudly.

”Food Delivery!~" She called out as she could already hear noises in the building to show he knew someone was there.

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After getting up off of the floor and dusting herself off, Lirri placed the bandages back on one of the shelves, attempting to make a mental note to keep track of them, but not really putting much effort into it. ’I should really rearrange this place so I can actually find things….’ With a shrug, Mouse returned to the front part of her shop, placing her hand on the handle of the door and twisting it before stepping outside.

She glanced around, a look of concentration on her face as she recalled which way it was to the Newspaper Booth. She had a fairly good mental map of her streets, or at least a homing device, plus the fact that she could be pretty much any animal really helped in getting back before the scanners. Lynx stepped off the stone step of her door onto the path that led to the streets of Project 21.

Her foot was just hovering over the pavement, about to step down, when she heard a rather loud crash coming from the upper floor of her home. Her eyes widened and a guarded look flashed across her features as her form stiffened. ’What the heck was that!?’ Quickly scanning the ground for anything she could use as a weapon, Lirri spotted a pipe which she swiftly picked up and made her way back to the door.

Slipping inside, her head tilted upwards towards the ceiling in order to focus on just where the crash had come from. Mouse didn’t lose a beat as she stalked up the steps and turned to the left towards one of the handful of rooms on the upper story of her building. The only time she paused was in front of the door, and that was only for a moment before she turned the knob and swung the door open, wielding the metal.

What she found in that room was a definite shock, and in her surprise, the pipe came clattering to the floor. ”Bloody heck, man!” Her eyes quickly took in the scene, the window she had left open early that morning, Liam on the floor in a heap, and a few of her items knocked from their shelves, which pissed her off just a bit. An irritated look given from the fact that he had come in completely unannounced, and through the window nonetheless, filled her features.

”Liam, you are so freaking lucky you didn’t decide to jump into my bedroom, or I swear I would have smacked you with that pipe… about a dozen times too.” A good-natured grin now replaced the fierce look she had on earlier, and Lirri picked the metal pipe up and propped it against one of the bookshelves filled with all sorts of trinkets that were yet unclaimed by their owners.

”But seriously, mind telling me why you're in my house, and why through the window instead of the door?” She leaned back against the wall with her hands behind her back, until she remember the paper that was in her pocket, and shifted forward to pull it out. ”Oh, and I think this is yours.” She held it out for him to see before tossing it at his head.

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”Liam, you are so freaking lucky you didn’t decide to jump into my bedroom, or I swear I would have smacked you with that pipe… about a dozen times too.”

"But seriously, mind telling me why you're in my house, and why through the window instead of the door?”

Still on the floor Liam glanced up to see Lirri with an extremely pissed look on her face. Just as he was about to reply she threw a paper directly at his head. ”Oh, and I think this is yours.”

"Hm?" Liam now got up off the floor, well at least sat down on the floor in a criss-cross-applesauce formation. He opened the crumbled up piece of paper and stared at it with an odd look. "Hm, this is one of the papers that I didn't write...It's also hard to describe what the item is as it's in some broken English! Ah well I will just have to find a very old dictionary. As for your first statement and your first question..." Liam stopped speaking as he quickly remembered the paper he had landed on, he quickly stood up and picked up the paper before sitting back down. He made a quick glance at the paper then smiled.

"Anyway, if I wanted to enter your bedroom I would have just used the front door, I mean the worse I could do is fall asleep on your fluffy bed which is far more comfortable than mine. As for the reason I'm here? Well a nice little paper landed inside your house and I jumped in without thinking and well...now we are here. How about we put this awkward event behind us and move on hm? It would be bad if people heard I broke into females houses! I mean that would ruin my reputation, just think 'Liam Chase' The pervert of Project 21!" Liam had kept his hands behind this back the whole time, trying to create something out of his writings. He then stood up, hands still behind his back and walked over to Lirri. He took what he had been forming out of his hands and put it in Lirri's hair, what had it been? It was a beautiful pink rose who's scent couldn't be beat by a thousand other flowers combined; well at least that's what the book said.

He walked back and looked at Lirri. "There, perfect! Now if you don't mind I should get going; besides you must have loads of errr...detective stuff to do."

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"Well it was pretty impressive."

Clementine smiled at her, but with his eyes, for his kind smile hadn't been seen by anyone for countless years. He wore his gasmask full time until he was in the safety of his home and able to take it off to eat and sleep, mostly for safety precautions, for even he was not immune to his poison cloud, unfortunately for him.

He listened and watched Aramay. Ever since Clem had met the creature girl he was utterly fascinated, and somewhat sorry for her condition. The man had been in business long enough to see the horrors of some physical powers; sometimes the abilities killed you instantly, other times they kept you alive for too long. He had been lucky enough to strike with poison glands and an immune blood system, though his lungs had never truly formed right and so, like everyone else, there was always a danger of poison entering his lungs and killing him. Not that he minded really, there was always a catch.

Folding his arms and watching Luther in amusement, he couldn't help but laugh once more, "Kinda scary huh?" his comment was indicated towards the second in command, but in good nature.

When Morgan approached and Luther asked how many children in Project 21 had been cleansed today, his face turned solemn and he tittered as silently as he could, hoping Aramay did not hear. He disliked knowing the deaths of children, and discussing it in casual conversation put him on edge, but he tried not to show it. In order to change his mood he looked back to Aramay and grinned, "Well I suppose that's it for the drama of today. I'll see ya around!"

He began to walk away, trying to block out whatever the number of children cleansed was. Clem didn't want to know.

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A light ticking sound emitted from the shop as Dex worked endlessly on an experiment. His head was bent low over it, green eyes in full concentration. He could not afford a mistake when it came to the Children’s protection. He had to check every aspect of a tool or invention before he released it to the rest of Project 21. However, this particular invention was still in trial. No matter how hard he tried, how he used the metal he couldn’t seem to get it just right, there was always a tiny issue here, or a larger one there.

It was quite frustrating for a seventeen year old boy. Yes, Dex was 17 the big age, the terrifying number, the year before he would officially no longer be a child. Considering that no one knew what happened to a child at that time, the idea was probably the scariest event in a child’s life, in fact it could very well be the last. The only ones who knew were the Adults, which of course Dex wasn’t going to walk up to and ask. “Hey what happens when I turn 18 round here?” No, that would be insane and impossible, Adults steered clear from Project 21. They didn’t want to be associated with the children. Although, there were a select few who would venture down into the chaotic depths, and would regret it.

The only others who knew were, well the ones who had seen it happen. Very few of them there were, and even less of them could live long enough to tell the tale before going completely crazy. So therefore, there was no hope for a Child once they passed the big 1-7. They couldn’t hide it, it was embedded into their very being, and the scanners could detect it. You simply had, one last year, and you had to make it count. However, for Dex, that time was fast approaching.

Dex wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, before sighing. His eyes were tired, but he couldn’t stop, he had to get this done before…. Well before he…

Suddenly a loud clanking signaled a bell to go off. Dex’s eyes opened wide, and then narrowed. He slipped from the chair and went to the contraption set up in the corner of his shop. It looked like it had once been a cross between a vacuum cleaner and a few other household items such as a toaster. This was the “Springy 2.0”, coined by a silly and cute girl named Prelude who lived in the church not far from his shop. He smiled for a second thinking of her. She was one of the many cute girls who frequented his shop, or who he went to visit with new inventions. However, that wasn’t the concern at the moment. For “S20” was telling him he had a visitor or an intruder.

He raised a gloved hand and gently pulled down a lever causing the machine to go silent, before turning to face the door. His hand moved fast pressing down a buckle on the glove which released a set of tools for easy access, or in this case a weapon. He slid a foot towards the door, and waited.

“Food Delivery!~”

A familiar voice called out. Then there was an unmistakable knock and Dex relaxed his position to walk forward and open the door. As he pulled it open, his entire demeanor changed. The pretty blonde would see a charming and tall fellow who wore a stunning smile as he ran his fingers through his own blonde locks.

“Heya ther’ Miss Paun Paun. What an honor ta see ya again. Please come inside.”
He moved from the door and bowed in welcome, wearing the most charming smile as he never lost eye contact with her, giving her his full attention, quite the prince charming.

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Stephen didn't immediately notice that Prelude was there as well. Only that there was a gaping hole in the building that Ewan called home. On reflex, the ball of clay burst out of his bag to form a toddler sized golem standing at the ready. Sure it could take out the knees of any adults around. In terms of stopping power, it would have to find more inventive ways in order to achieve that if it didn't find a way to 'bulk up' soon. It didn't take long for it to begin solving that issue. Any dirt, dust, soil or rubble it came across, began to absorb into the clay mass. Anything that couldn't be properly absorbed to support itself instead is used to help upgrade its offense; broken glass and larger chunks of metal stuck out from its club-shaped arms.

By the time him and his slowly growing construct are ready to brave whoever or whatever was inside did he see that he wasn't the only one there. Its when Prelude calls out for Ewan that it startles Stephen. Reflexively the golem lashes out at the source. "Wait! STOP!" His voice cracks with desperation. He thought he had inadvertently sent Prelude to her doom. The golem's shrapnel adorned arm stopped less than an inch from Prelude's face. This was part of the reason why he preferred to control a golem from the inside of it. It responded to him much more quickly and he was far less prone to letting his fear rule his actions. Being outside left him feeling so exposed and defenseless.

His relief to find Prelude untouched is short-lived. As much as he wanted to stop and check her over to see if she was okay, the most could do was visually check her over for injury and see by her expressions if she was ready to continue into the building with him. Being around her normally kept him feeling at ease. This time was an exception. He takes her by the hand as though he was the older of the two. The golem cleared a small path in front of it so they could both safely get to Ewan without risking injury. Stephen knew that Prea could heal just about any wounds that could result but he preferred to simply avoid getting hurt altogether.

Speaking of hurt, he wondered how Ewan was doing. He was in his element sure. On the other hand he wasn't even old enough to tie his shoes that well. Then again he never really saw him tie his shoes. The fact was that his home had been attacked. Powers or not, Stephen was already fearing the worst as he and Lu headed into the green house.

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Sypheria

Sypheria by MuteEcho

The Ship of the Scanners of Éclos: Belongs to Anna Morgan

Project21

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Project 21

The Tent

The Tent by MuteEcho

Daize's Circus tent

The Amplitheatre

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Meldoy's place of performance

Eclos

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Eclos

Estellas

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This is the ancient underground secret library in which Prelude only knows of until it becomes the childrens base of operations

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Predules home and sanctuary

The Bakery

The Bakery by MuteEcho

Pauns House and Restaurant

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The Shop by MuteEcho

Dex's Lab and Shop for useful items and inventions

The Training Ground

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The Military Training Ground on Eclos

The Art Shop

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The place where Stephen resides and works

The Greenhouse

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The Streets

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Lirri's daily route

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Home to THE BOSS of the Adults

The Toy Room

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Angela's Room

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Character Portrait: Prelude
Character Portrait: Dex
Character Portrait: Luther Rothenburg
Character Portrait: Shinon N.O.A
Character Portrait: Paun
Character Portrait: Clementine Jr.
Character Portrait: Melody Overbrook
Character Portrait: Lirri
Character Portrait: Edmund Loveheart
Character Portrait: Zero
Character Portrait: Anna Morgan
Character Portrait: Angela Quinn
Character Portrait: Cethin Aurel
Character Portrait: ewan
Character Portrait: Ruukia Hanabi
Character Portrait: Daize
Character Portrait: Danielle Leiber
Character Portrait: Mia

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Mia

"Oh, I like that! Lemme try."

Character Portrait: Daize
Daize

Dex's Sister

Character Portrait: Ruukia Hanabi
Ruukia Hanabi

shadow blade

Character Portrait: ewan
ewan

*stares at butterfly*

Character Portrait: Cethin Aurel
Cethin Aurel

"Who was it that dyed this heart black, who was it who threw my dreams down the drain?"

Character Portrait: Angela Quinn
Angela Quinn

"My Bear will protect us, and help us find our goals".

Character Portrait: Anna Morgan
Anna Morgan

"To each his own."

Character Portrait: Zero
Zero

"As if you could even attempt to defeat me~ You have no training, no allies... And no hope...~".

Character Portrait: Edmund Loveheart
Edmund Loveheart

"Geez... more paperwork... Great!"

Trending

Character Portrait: Anna Morgan
Anna Morgan

"To each his own."

Character Portrait: Luther Rothenburg
Luther Rothenburg

"You..are unnecessary...disapppear"

Character Portrait: Lirri
Lirri

"This would probably go nicely here until the owner seeks me out, I guess."

Character Portrait: Dex
Dex

"I can fix that" ;3

Character Portrait: Prelude
Prelude

"Please..allow me to help you"

Character Portrait: Cethin Aurel
Cethin Aurel

"Who was it that dyed this heart black, who was it who threw my dreams down the drain?"

Character Portrait: Angela Quinn
Angela Quinn

"My Bear will protect us, and help us find our goals".

Character Portrait: Daize
Daize

Dex's Sister

Character Portrait: ewan
ewan

*stares at butterfly*

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Character Portrait: Mia
Mia

"Oh, I like that! Lemme try."

Character Portrait: Daize
Daize

Dex's Sister

Character Portrait: Zero
Zero

"As if you could even attempt to defeat me~ You have no training, no allies... And no hope...~".

Character Portrait: Edmund Loveheart
Edmund Loveheart

"Geez... more paperwork... Great!"

Character Portrait: Prelude
Prelude

"Please..allow me to help you"

Character Portrait: Dex
Dex

"I can fix that" ;3

Character Portrait: Ruukia Hanabi
Ruukia Hanabi

shadow blade

Character Portrait: Lirri
Lirri

"This would probably go nicely here until the owner seeks me out, I guess."

Character Portrait: Clementine Jr.
Clementine Jr.

"Dying is certainly a favoured option to poison!"

Character Portrait: Shinon N.O.A
Shinon N.O.A

"Resistor? What is this you're calling me? I wan't nothing of it!"


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The Ship of the Scanners of Éclos: Belongs to Anna Morgan

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Project 21

The Tent

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Daize's Circus tent

The Amplitheatre

The Amplitheatre by MuteEcho

Meldoy's place of performance

Eclos

Eclos by MuteEcho

Eclos

Estellas

Estellas by MuteEcho

This is the ancient underground secret library in which Prelude only knows of until it becomes the childrens base of operations

The Church

The Church by MuteEcho

Predules home and sanctuary

The Bakery

The Bakery by MuteEcho

Pauns House and Restaurant

The Shop

The Shop by MuteEcho

Dex's Lab and Shop for useful items and inventions

The Training Ground

The Training Ground by MuteEcho

The Military Training Ground on Eclos

The Art Shop

The Art Shop by MuteEcho

The place where Stephen resides and works

The Greenhouse

The Greenhouse by MuteEcho

Ewans hideaway and garden

The Streets

The Streets by MuteEcho

Lirri's daily route

The Warehouse

The Warehouse by MuteEcho

Mia's storage Room

High Fortress

High Fortress by MuteEcho

Home to THE BOSS of the Adults

The Toy Room

The Toy Room by MuteEcho

Angela's Room

The Newspaper Booth

The Newspaper Booth by MuteEcho

Liam's Place

The Assignment Hall

The Assignment Hall by MuteEcho

Place where the Adults recieve their assignments

The Shop

Dex's Lab and Shop for useful items and inventions

The Art Shop

The place where Stephen resides and works

Estellas

This is the ancient underground secret library in which Prelude only knows of until it becomes the childrens base of operations

Sypheria

The Ship of the Scanners of Éclos: Belongs to Anna Morgan

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