While the two men were talking, Aava's big eyes wandered around the strange bathroom. She was content, water woth moving space and lots and lots of hair. Yeah. The hair was a bit of a problem, really. It had been growing for god knows how long. Still, the water was good. Comfortable. Not as clear and cool as Aava craved, but good enough to smoothen her skin just a bit. It was almost like the water was seeping into Aava, filling the hollow of her bony features ever so slightly. Aava kept holding the man's hand as she blew bubbles quietly, listening to the conversation between the two men without understanding a word. This is my lake, Aava thought with a pleased gurgle. My lake, my lake... Good lake, I love my lake. ...But I'm hungry. Very. Now the strange man was talking. He was repeating that word a lot, Evren. Evren. Evren... Friend? The men were still talking. Aava was growing bored, bored and hungry. Her immediate need had been taken care of - water - so now she would move onto the next objective: food. "Evren... Nälkä," (Evren... Hungry) Aava complained with a soft tug at his hand, some part of her subconscious remembering to be careful not to scratch him. "Friend... Hunting? Slaughterhouse," Aava worded slowly, all of her words cooied snippets from the conversation unfolding before her. She didn't understand the language, but some part of her knew the words, almost like instinct. Aava's curious gaze switched between the two men with hopeful look in her eyes.
The creature stared at the rotten visage of a man, blinking with its big empty eyes. What was he talking about? The creature crunched up its nose and emerged from under the surface, revealing the top half of its head to air for the first time in a long time. Back at it stared the man with deep black eyes, an inhuman look that made the creature almost back away. Yet it stood its ground. "(Bloodsucker? What does this mean? This is my lake. Mine!)" the creature replied with a fierce pout, its yellowed, sharp teeth revealed in a snarl to the man. It sounded both like a child having a tantrum and a grown adult trying to establish boundaries. "(You are different, land dweller. Different, cold meat, changing flesh. Who are you? What do you want with my lake?)" The creature floated closer, its gleaming icy gray eyes blinking at the equally enraged man before it.
The creature shrieked at the forceful bite. It was well used to the prey sturggling for their freedom, oh yes, that's what made them all the more delicious. But no one had ever bitten it. Confused, the lake creature let go and retreated back, hurt across the fishy features of its face. The man was struggling to get to shore. Wait. The man was... Different. He looked totally different, the creature noticed with a curious look on its face. Instead of retreating further to lick its wounds, the Näkki floated curiously closer to the surface. "(You are not human, are you? Are you? What do you want with my lake? It is mine, mine, mine!)" a distinctly female voice purred with bubbles blowing out of its mouth.
"Noo no no no no no, I swear you've got it all wrong here, mister Peacekeeper sir," a young, raspy female voice was babbling somewhere on the streets of the cramped compounds. "I uuuhhh- yes, right, I get what you're saying, uh, Mark, right? Your name's Mark. Sir. I promise I do have clearance to be out, I swear on your very beautiful MK-V Exosuit that - Oh wait, that reminds me your suits are super interesting, do you mind if I take a l- No? Okay, yes, fair that makes sense yes... Yes, right, I was about to say that I do not wish any trouble Mister Peacekeeper Mark Sir, I was just heading home, it won't happen again-"
"Ouch! Ow ow ow, okay 'kay 'kay I got the point, I got the point!" Slap across the face, a kick to the ribs. That would leave a bruise. Oxley had simply been minding her own business. Well, technically she had been outside of her compound without a valid notice, alright. But it was only by half an hour. Her notice had been valid 30 bloody minutes ago. (Okay, maybe 32 and counting, but that was beside the point.) Oxley was usually very much punctual. Her mind worked that way, it had no other way of working. Mathematics, numbers, compartments. That's what kept her sane, what kept her from getting lost in the huge mess that was her overflowing mind. This time she'd simply lost the track of time for a while too long. It wasn't fair, Oxley thought. Her mind was racing a hundred miles per minute and she couldn't get it to stop and now she got punished because she forgot to be punctual for literally like the first time ever? Unfair. Totally. Nose now bleeding from the punch she hadn't been able to avoid with a quick tongue, Oxley clutched her face as she scrambled to the safety of her leaky apartment. If you could even call it that. 'Relax, relax, just do whatever you do whenever you feel overwhelmed. Focus on one thing. Focus, Oxley, focus. Three point one four one five nine two six five three five nine two six five three five eight nine seven nine three two six... Breathe.' "Now take care of that nasty nosebleed and remember to do better next time. Okay? Okay. Yup yup yup. You're not crazy, you've just got a lot on your mind - pun intended - just take care of that nosebleed," Oxley speed-mumbled to herself as she rummaged through her crappy little space, trying to find a tissue. "This fucking sucks," Oxley cursed aloud even after finding a crumbled tissue to cover her nose with. Greasy hair fell on the girl's face as she sat down onto her scrappy sofa with a huff. "One day I'll show 'em," Oxley promised to herself.
Appearance: Oxley is medium height and weight, and she has olive skin. Her multicoloured hair is most often on a singular braid that she even sleeps with. She has a septum, freckles, and a nose she'd describe as too large for her face. Her eyes are hazel with olive green specs in them. Oxley has a big scar behind her right ear. Oxley's style is scrappy and colorful, but above all, comfortable.
Abilities: "Compact mind" Photographic memory extended to its fullest. Oxley is unable to forget anything she sees, hears, or learns - down to the smallest details. This means she is able to recall every minute of her life, down to the most inconsequential things. This naturally makes her the perfect learner and quite effectively a walking security camera. The drawback is massive. Oxley has massive migraines and she gets overwhelmed easily because human mind isn't built for remembering everything. She is unable to forget all the negative things in her life, and her train of thought becomes very hard to follow. Oxley needs a lot of sleep to process the things she's learned every day. Without sleep, she'll go crazy.
With Inhibitor Oxley has actually an easier time controlling her power. With the inhibitor, Oxley's memories start to dull in a fabricated way just like regular humans'. It also takes her longer to process information than it would without the chip. If the chip was be removed, Oxley would regain her full power, but she'd probably suffer from an onslaught of insignificant memories that makes her useless.
Skills: Oxley has a plethora of skills, but she's most known for being a big nerd. She is proficient in seven different languages besides English and the language of mathematics: French, Spanish, Russian, German, Swedish, Japanese, and ASL. She knows how to code, although she's not a master hacker. Oxley, unsurprisingly, plays Dungeons and Dragons. She is a pro at crossword puzzles, sudokus, and related puzzle games. As a party trick, Oxley likes to cite the Lord of the Rings trilogy word for word. She has also memorised the entirety of Star Trek movie franchise's dialogue.
Biography: The doctors didn't find out about Oxley's power until it caused her to have a mental shutdown at the age of 5. After the meltdown Oxley's abilities were discovered, she was labelled as a Devo. She was put on anxiety medication. Oxley was nine years old when the Black Sabbath took place. Her parents weren't powered, but they were protesting among the thousands of other non-powered people on that fateful day. Oxley got separated from her parents during the panic, losing sight of them in the mass. After the massacre was over, Oxley was identified, a chip was implanted into her, and she was moved into foster care in the rising Compounds. She never got to know what happened to her parents, whether they were dead or alive. She was only identified by her status as a Devo, and nothing she tried to say mattered. Oxley moved out of the foster care as soon as she could. She's still in the Compounds, but now she's living on her own.
Other: Oxley doesn't watch the end credits of movies because she wouldn't be able to get them out of her mind. She listens to a very specific set of music to avoid getting too much unnecessary imput from outside world. Oxley is ambidextrous. Oxley is a perfectionist. Her personality type is INTJ. Everyone calls Oxley by her surname, and nearly no one knows her first name (Dana). This is by her choice.
Appearance: Oxley is medium height and weight, and she has olive skin. Her multicoloured hair is most often on a singular braid that she even sleeps with. She has a septum, freckles, and a nose she'd describe as too large for her face. Her eyes are hazel with olive green specs in them. Oxley has a big scar behind her right ear. Oxley's style is scrappy and colorful, but above all, comfortable.
Abilities: "Compact mind" Photographic memory extended to its fullest. Oxley is unable to forget anything she sees, hears, or learns - down to the smallest details. This means she is able to recall every minute of her life, down to the most inconsequential things. The drawback is massive. Oxley has massive migraines and she gets overwhelmed easily because human mind isn't built for remembering everything. She is unable to forget all the negative things in her life, and her train of thought becomes very hard to follow. Oxley needs a lot of sleep to process the things she's learned every day. Without sleep, she'll go crazy.
With Inhibitor Oxley has actually an easier time controlling her power. With the inhibitor, Oxley's memories start to dull in a fabricated way just like regular humans'. It also takes her longer to process information than it would without the chip. If the chip was be removed, Oxley would regain her full power, but she'd probably suffer from an onslaught of insignificant memories that makes her useless.
Skills: Oxley has a plethora of skills, but she's most known for being a big nerd. She is proficient in two different languages besides English and the language of mathematics: French and ASL. She knows how to code, although she's no hacker. Oxley, unsurprisingly, plays Dungeons and Dragons. She is a pro at crossword puzzles, sudokus, and related puzzle games. As a party trick, Oxley likes to cite the Lord of the Rings trilogy word for word. She has also memorised the entirety of Star Trek movie franchise's dialogue.
Biography: The doctors didn't find out about Oxley's power until it caused her to have a mental shutdown at the age of 5. After the meltdown Oxley's abilities were discovered, she was labelled as a Devo. She was put on anxiety medication. Oxley was six years old when the Black Sabbath took place. Her parents weren't powered, but they were protesting among the thousands of other non-powered people on that fateful day. Oxley got separated from her parents during the panic, losing sight of them in the mass. After the massacre was over, Oxley was identified, a chip was implanted into her, and she was moved into foster care in the rising Compounds. She never got to know what happened to her parents, whether they were dead or alive. She was only identified by her status as a Devo, and nothing she tried to say mattered. Oxley moved out of the foster care as soon as she could. She's still in the Compounds, but now she's living on her own.
Other: Oxley doesn't watch the end credits of movies because she wouldn't be able to get them out of her mind. She listens to a very specific set of music to avoid getting too much unnecessary imput from outside world. Oxley is ambidextrous. Oxley is a perfectionist. Her personality type is INTJ. Everyone calls Oxley by her surname. This is by her choice. Most people don't even know her first name.
Aava! I'm Aava! Home to the lake. Home to the lake. Okay. Yes. Aava followed her friend and the other man silently, curious eyes darting around and her hair moping the ground behind them. She anticipated getting back to her lake. It had been so long, she'd spent centuries trapped in some collector's tiny jar, no room to move or to think. Too long, so long she'd forgotten everything. The men were talking along the way, and Aava listened to the strange words intently. What a weird language. She didn't understand it, but her mind was intently following it. They eventually, after climbing some, reached an apartment. Aava didn't recognise it, but she just kept following the lead of her friend, letting him nearly pull her along while her curious eyes darted around the apartment, fingers dying to touch some of the weird objects. They reached a room with a tub. Aava eyed it warily. Where is the lake? Where? Then water began pouring into it. Aava's eyes lit up, and her grip to her friend's hand tightened in anticipation. Soon the man helped her into the porchelain tub that was filled to the brink with water. It was too warm for Aava's taste, but lukewarm enough to not hurt her. Aava gladly sunk into the tub as far as she could, only her eyes and the top of her head poking out of the water as her eyes darted between the two men curiously. Half of Aava's hair was still outside of the tub, dragging the bathroom tiles like seaweed. The other half flowed in the water like algae. 'Is this my lake?' Aava wondered, her asking eyes looking at her friend with a puzzled and searching look. Aava's grip tightened around the man's hand, but not painfully. Recieving confirmation, Aava splashed around just a bit, revelling in the extra space she'd gained. Much more than the crammed jar she'd been trapped in. Looking at the men with the tip of her head poking out of the water, Aava blew bubbles onto the surface - a sign she was content and satisfied.
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