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alrighty aphrodite / peach pitXto noise making (sing) / hozierXwhy does it always rain on me / travis
meet me in the hallway / harry stylesXantichrist / the 1975
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NxAxTxIxOxNxAxLxIxTxY ā french-american
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HxExX ā #85ABB6
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clairecognizance; the ability to acquire information by means independent on any of their known senses or previous experience. Ever since her heart stopped, and then was started again, Manon has been been inexorably connected to the past, particularly the pasts of others. Every moment is riddled with the sensations of others before her; a trip to a cafe may leave her tasting the bitterness of a long black long before she orders anything, and what began as a harmless sleepover can have her unintentionally force her to witness the past sexual escapades of her friend's borrowed sheets. When not focusing, her abilities come in unpredictable, incontrollable waves, something that she tends to dull through medication or, sometimes, less legal drugs. Such unfocused bouts are also far less clear- vague interpretations of past events, and past feelings. Tastes, sounds, and smells that seldom heed much information beyond their base familiarity. When she focuses, things become clearer; she can search for specifics, for facts among the mess. This ability only increases with touch, with her physical interaction with objects bringing far stronger understandings of an object, environment, or even a person's identity, and past. She also occasionally gets glimpses into the future of locations, although it is such a short step forward that it is almost more accurate to describe this as being extraordinarily quick reflexes rather than some sort of seer-like power. She often avoids physical contact with people, both for herself and for them; even from a distance, she can often sense their emotions, and gauge especially strong elements of their characters, but with physical touch can come even stronger waves of invasion. Even when not focusing, she can sometimes unintentionally dip into people's pasts and presents, witnessing their most painful and most joyful moments, learning their darkest secrets and deepest desires. She hates invading the privacies of others, and even more so, she hates being forced into the role of a voyeur. She's also found that stronger emotional weights behind certain places and objects bring suitably stronger perceptions; hence why her middle school trip to the MĆ©morial de la Shoah was such a disaster- she was a screaming, sobbing mess less than five minutes after stepping into the place.
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manon's powers have always served as something of a double-edged sword, and that extends to how they have affected her personality over time. She is empathetic, supernaturally so, but her ability and willingness to understand and relate to the plights of others also comes with a reservedness; a guilt for digging too deep into a person's privacies. As a result, she keeps her distance, displaying compassion but simultaneously expressing a withdrawn air- a reluctance to get too close.
That isn't to say that she is meek, however. On the contrary, as much as she may try to avoid trouble, she always seems to find herself drawn into it. She's far from the sort to go looking for conflict, and much prefers the sidelines to centre stage, but she does not allow herself to be pushed around easily. Admittedly, her patience goes further than most, and she is willing to take a lot more than many before she blows her top, but, for all her placating and 'going-along-withs,' she is very capable of committing to vindication when she feels especially wronged. For better or for worse, however, her preference to avoid drama often leaves her deciding to just 'be the bigger person,' rather than engage in any unnecessary conflict.
Furthermore, although she may not be fond of fighting, she certainly has the tongue for it. Her wit is sharp, and her words can be brutal when she is committed to them. She can be very, very blunt, often without intension, although even more often with little guilt. As a reader of emotions, after all, she can typically tell when her words have really gone too far. Otherwise, it's a case of 'they deserved it,' and, more importantly, 'they'll get over it.' Her intelligence is similarly impressive, and although she can pluck information from nothing nowadays, before then she had a passion for learning, and that past excitement still leaks through, here and there, when she isn't avoiding uncomfortable situations or trading sardonic barbs.
To be honest, Manon can be something of a grouch- a pessimistic and jaded soul who, for all her bouts of cynicism, can't help but display equal bouts of compassion and even, sometimes, joviality. Such elements of her outward personality, the way her walls come down ever so slightly when around her nearest and dearest, hint towards the person she really is, or the person she wishes she could be, if only she dared to let people make their own choices about whether to be close to her, or allow her to push them away.
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Things took a worrying turn, however, when Manon was eleven. Walking home with her brothers from school, she was hit by a reckless driver. Although her brothers called desperately for help, by the time the ambulance arrived, the driver had driven off and Manon was close to death. She flatlined on the way to the hospital, only to be miraculously revived on route. Ultimately, she survived her experience, although with her survival came some remarkable and terrible new abilities.
She first tasted her powers whilst still recovering from her injuries. She awoke manic and writhing, awash with inexplicable feelings of grief. She could hear past conversations, doctors explaining conditions, people begging their loved ones to recover, and sobbing when they didn't. Nurses assumed that her fits were simply a case of PTSD from her accident, and recommended therapy. However, going to a therapist only encouraged more sensations. In the therapist's office, she felt relief, grief, nervousness. Her mind was suddenly aflood with the horrors, worries, and insecurities previously shared in the room.
It took her several months to finally realise that perhaps whatever was 'wrong' with her was beyond medical explanation, and even longer to find a definition that could possible fit her. Extraordinary. The notion was difficult to accept, but she eventually accepted the fact that her life would never be the same, just as her parents grew to accept the fact that their daughter was now a member of a targeted group; something horrifying for any parent to deal with.
Then again, she's hidden it pretty well so far. She learned to avoid places of intense emotion; funeral homes and museums and churches and hospitals, and she found that certain drugs have a dulling effect on her abilities that help when such situations are unavoidable. And she can hardly say that her powers are completely terrible- they have their perks, for sure. If only she could turn them on and off.
