Estylwen

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

@Allen:
FYI, Aislin will backpedal and drop the 'Headmaster' thing if Luis gets pissed. She still wants to meet the blue lady, and values her own life, hehe. 

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

"The school is filled with monsters in sheep's clothing, I've certainly had a chance to truly die." Aislin replied. "Yet here we are."

She couldn't figure out his game. Was he merely playing with her? Passing simple banter before his true motives showed? He wasn't spilling any secrets just from her asking questions, obviously she needed to turn up the heat. But there was still the fact that her legs screamed for her to run, the fear gripping her chest was very real. Was it wise to antagonize a devil? 

Cursing herself for coming down into the depths of hell alone, Aislin asked herself: Am I willing to die alone here? To risk it all for a couple answers?

"... What are you going to do when you find her?" His wicked laugh sent chills down her spine. 

The words jumped on her tongue. Beat her into the ground for scaring the shit out of Jaska. But he sounded like he knew the lady Aislin was looking for, he probably wouldn't appreciate that. She couldn't harm someone in spite, anyway. 

In one last effort, Ailsin clicked her lighter. A flame came to life -- Finally! -- which pushed back the darkness. They were both revealed in the dim light, Aislin caked in mud and shredded clothes, the stranger in perfect attire. Tapping into her power, Aislin blew on the flame like a bubble wand, creating little candlelights to float a few feet around her. They didn't get close to the stranger, she wasn't attacking. The light expanded, flickering shadows along the cavern's stone walls. Being in the light gave Aislin a (false) sense of security, and this reflected in the tone of her voice. 

"I have a few questions for her. And I'm sure the Headmaster does too since she's trespassing on the island and causing a disturbance among students, which could be considered a criminal offense." She said in a thinly veiled threat to his friend. Maybe if he felt indirectly threatened he'd spill some secrets. Like who they were, why they were there. 

Obsidian: Wyverns [Character Deposit]

Citrine

[ Katherina Ady | 22 | Female ]

Codename: Citrine 

Power:

-- Causality Vision:

"The ability to perceive and understand all cause and effect relations." ~SuperpowerWiki. The user is able to see several steps into alternate futures depending on what actions are taken. They are able to know what's goings to take place seconds before it happens, and can take the best course of action since they already know all the effects of a cause.

In combat Citrine can adapt to all variables before they even appear. This makes her ability in a fight almost flawless since her efficiency in offense, defense and strategy is at its highest level. If there is slightest chance for success, she can make the correct steps to get there. 

Citrine's vision is constantly filled with translucent golden paths/shapes that objects and people in real-time eventually catch up to. She takes great satisfaction in knowing what will happen, and what could have happened in the next twenty seconds. She likes to think the other possibilities she sees happen in parallel universes. 

Limits: Citrine's ability is vision-only. A blindfold would nullify it. She can constantly see up twenty seconds ahead of her of all possibilities, but nothing more and nothing less. She certainly can't predict the future, and she can't manipulate luck. If there is zero chance for the desired effect to happen, then she won't get it.

-- Empathy:

The ability to sense emotions and temperament within other people or animals. In Citrine's case, not only can she feel these things, she knows the exact location this emotional broadcasting is coming from, and she can pinpoint living emotions around her like dots on a radar. 

Due to her curiosity, Citrine tends to turn this ability on and off repeatedly to 'read' one person here, one person there. That way it doesn't take up too much energy. In combat she'll try to have this ability on high for the most part as its excellent for pin-pointing locations of enemies.

Limits: She can sense only as long is she's aware. It takes energy to to be so emotionally receptive to feeling those around her, so she can turn it off at will (by not thinking about it.) She can keep it up for hours if she wants, but the mental downswing after can be quite the headache. The radius of how far she can feel can be anywhere between 10 to 32 feet. 

Personality: She likes cat videos. If you were that kind of person she'd give you that wink, as if she knew you were in on the guilty pleasure too. Citrine's personality flows like water, always in harmony with conversation. Her disposition is naturally good-natured, and she's often charming with a hint of humor. She's a curious old soul who enjoys talking about her ex-con adventures, and jokes she'd get back into the biz in a heartbeat. Her ability to see cause and effects has increased her tendency to ponder, and she enjoys sharing her ideas. She's incredibly open-minded. Although she shows genuine emotion, she does not attach herself to people, likely an old habit from conning. Sometimes her own apathy worries her. 

Strengths and Weaknesses: Her speech and persuasive skills are very enchanting, and she knows how to read a person's body language. Her powers compliment these as she uses them to be confident of her situation at all times. She's curious, she picks up on things quickly and considers her eyes her largest asset. She can pinpoint the location of emotions in people around her. 

Becoming a slight insomniac after the Procedure, Citrine has a developing fear of closing her eyes at night. Sometimes she struggles for hours trying to fall asleep, and is occasionally sleep-deprived. Her distaste of dampening collars edges on a quiet fear, even though she's never worn one. She's also consistently aware of the microchip kill switch floating around inside her veins, and she stresses on her clashing philosophies with giving someone the remote to extinguishing her life. 

History: Growing up into a family of con artists, it was encouraged of her at a young age to be perceptive of people. Her father said it wasn't what came out of their mouth, but what their eyes, their hands, and everything non-verbal said. That was the stuff you had to see in order to gain your target's trust. 

As she gained experience and grew up some, her morals began conflicting with the business. She knew what their family did was wrong, but it was the one thing that brought them together and she considered them too important to leave. So, over time she started ignoring that nag inside her, until it was no longer there and she could clinically detach herself from her target. 

Several years ago Citrine and her brother devised a glorious plan that scammed hundreds of people out their investments in a phony marketing business. But after they withdrew the millions of dollars and drove to a safe house, Citrine found herself at gunpoint. 

"I won't kill you," said her brother. "But consider this the end of our dealings. Put your share down slowly, and walk away."

Hurt with feelings of betrayal, Citrine left. The money didn't mean much to her, but family did. At that point in her life she wasn't in contact with her father, mother, and now her greedy brother didn't want anything to do with her. He even took it a step further and pointed the police in her direction in an effort to get them off his back. 

Ever since then she was on the run, doing little street cons here and there to pay for cheap rent. That's around the time the Recruiters approached her. She didn't like the agreement, but she had no direction in her life and thought, "What the hell. Might be fun."

After she helped blow up Obsidian and realized the world thought them as terrorists, Citrine bunked down in Portland, Oregon. She couldn't risk going out and doing street cons, so she got a legitimate job. For two years she made minimum wage at a cafe, keeping her nose clean and occasionally changing her address. The government and their agencies have yet to discover her hiding spots. 

Other: Her weapon of choice is a sword and a glock, at least most of the time. She picked up on the training quickly once she had her eyes. 

It's due to her golden-laced vision that she chose the codename Citrine, (and the fact Citrine's a quartz.) The sudden beauty of seeing more around her in such an artful way really stuck with her. Citrine doesn't believe she she could ever give this ability up, and just thinking about seeing in plain, unyielding vision again gives her the chills. 

Obsidian: Wyverns [Character Deposit]

Files on the superhuman Operatives, and their adversary.

Obsidian: Wyverns OOC

Obsidian: Wyverns

I'm glad to see this has cultivated some good interest! :)

Thanks, Rhymer. I would say a small group is left, maybe 15 or so individuals scattered throughout the US. They are leaderless. On top of Quartz giving Operatives superior senses, it develops a super power that's related to that subject's disposition. Ex: A perceptive personality may start hearing others' thoughts. Nothing too OP like spacetime-ripping, however. You may take a look at the many CSes previously made in the original Obsidian's OOC for inspiration.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Luis

As the tunnels sank deeper into the earth, Aislin regretted not bringing a flashlight. When she could barely see her own hand in front of her face, she remembered the lighter in her pocket. Pulling it out with hasty fingers -- This darkness is giving me major creeps -- she clicked it several times in an attempt for some light. Sparks flew, but no matter her perseverance a flame would not take hold. A moment of dread filled her as she realized she was stuck traveling through perpetual darkness. 

"Ah, fuck." She cursed bitterly, resigned to carefully inch her way through the dark caves. It didn't help that her paranoia only increased. Something was dreadfully wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. 

"... Whatcha' yellin' about, sweetheart?"

A voice cracked the silence, startling her. The sound of a lighter clicked, and a small light illuminated the cave not a stone's throw from her. He was devilishly good-looking, sitting on a boulder with his cigarette. Tall, built, curly dark hair. But his aura spoke a pungent evil as if he were a wolf in sheep's clothing. This stranger's very presence demanded fear, and Aislin froze up. Shit, shit, shit...

The caves plunged into darkness once more, the cherried end of his cigarette the only light to follow. His footsteps ominously echoed off the cave walls as she watched the light make a full circle around her. She didn't dare expose her back, slowly spinning to face the light as he spoke. Her limbs wouldn't stop trembling, and she clenched her fists at her sides. Nothing, however, could hide her terror. 

She summoned whatever confidence she could. "I have stared down the gaping maw of Death today, you don't scare me." Her voice cracked, betraying herself. 

They faced each other in the darkness. Even if she couldn't see his eyes, she could feel his lethal gaze. Her heart thudded in her ears. How did he find me? She thought, wondering what a scary stranger in the depths of a cave could possibly want. She knew her own goal, finding adventure and possibly a blue lady. So, if he was gonna kill her, at least it would be exciting. She was never the type to die peacefully in a nursing home anyway. 

She struck the flint of her lighter again. Only sparks. "Goddammit."

Holding the lighter in her palm to warm the piece of crap, Aislin asked the near-tangible darkness a question. "I'm looking for a blue-skinned woman, you wouldn't have happened to have seen her, would you?" She frowned. "And... You're not from 218. Why are you here?" 

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Shit, there are monsters in the dark. D:

Elementals: Void Assault

Sync, I think you're the first to mention you may hold something against Cora for the shit she pulled. Nicely done. ;)

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Time passed, and Aislin's many visitors disappeared. First Nicholas, as he wasn't amused by the porn. Then the twins. Gabe still looked pissed, leveling a death stare at her before her brother ushered the two of them out. Sylvia stuck around a little longer, but she seemed eager to enjoy her findings alone. 

As door clicked shut, the smile on Ailsin's face deflated. She stared out the rain-soaked window, the gray weather outside reflecting her own cold feelings. Snippets of the conversation before flew through her mind, pegging her with guilt. Why did I immediately blame Adam? He's just a teacher... Ailsin groaned, squeezing her hospital sheets with white knuckles. 

Ailsin should have considered there'd be more than one blue-skinned meta, especially in a school like this. But the enigma, it burned at her with ferocity. I need to know who's down there. She thought. If not for her, then for Jaska. He was the one who got all defensive in the first place, maybe there really was a problem the school wasn't aware of. Aislin couldn't begin to guess who the blue lady was, but she pondered the question nonetheless.

God, I can't take this. I'll drive myself insane at this rate. Aislin frustratedly pushed the red button again. When the nurse walked in she put on her best 'I'm healthy' face. "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm rested and feeling great. When can I go?"

She'd say whatever she had to if it meant she could leave. But the nurse was pretty chill, helping her out of the IV. They threw Aislin's clothes in the wash, cleaning the salt out. She buried her face in her shirt, breathing in warm cotton and detergent. It was shredded to shit, but still wearable one last time. The nurse showed her to a change room, and Ailsin slipped back into her loose graphic tee and skirt. 

"Thank you, ma'am. Could you point me in the direction of the hospital's gift shop?" Aislin asked before she left. 

It didn't take long before the young lady found her way to Jaska's room, a small bouquet of flowers in hand. She knocked before entering, but found the room empty besides the whirr of machines and a slumbering Jaska. He looked sick, frail. The machines seemed like they could eat him up as he almost disappeared amongst the cords and tubes. 

"Oh... My God. Jaska..." Aislin's voice choked, and she hovered near the far wall. Her heart thumped in her ears; being here scared the living shit out of her. When she looked at him, her mind continued flashing horrific images of the Beast, closing in for the kill. The end of her life, only inches away from being swiped out of existence with a razor claw.

She shuddered, feeling incredibly weak. But, gritting her teeth, she tiptoed to the edge of his bed. Slowly, carefully. Not to disturb the sleeping monster child, Aislin quietly placed her gift of flowers in an empty vase beside his bed, a card reading 'From the Pretty Lady' hidden among the petals. The moment her hand let go of the stems, she took quick steps back, keeping her eyes on Jaska the entire time. Jaska's door closed with a quiet click as she bolted into the hallway. She didn't stop until the hospital was far behind.

The dripping rain soaked her clothes after minutes of being outside. Undeterred and only a little cold, Aislin pushed her wet hair off her face as she slipped past the school's gates. Traveling on a bubble of earth for speed, Aislin tried retracing her steps to the caves. It took some time, but the cliff came into view once more, dark holes dotting its side. 

Golden orbs flashed in the darkness, just as they did before. Aislin's fear spiked so great that she lost control of her power, tumbling headfirst into the mud. She roared in disgust, spitting grit from her mouth. Cursing her vivid imagination, she shakily rose to her feet. Mud caked half of her body, getting all in her hair. Feeling even shittier than before, Aislin wiped off as much as she could before she willed herself to wander back into the caves.

Going to the same place they saw the blue lady together, Aislin could still pick out dried blood on the ground. The broken stalagmite sat guilty at its center, and with a furious kick Aislin sent the stone sailing into the opposite wall. It didn't make her feel any better...

"Hellooo!" She yelled in vain, not believing for a moment the blue enigma would just appear from a greeting. With an exasperated sigh, Aislin scratched at the mud drying on her arm as she followed the tunnels deeper in, following the sounds of rushing water. If anything, maybe she'd find an underground spring to wash off in.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

I like a mystery. Hehe. >w>
And to verify, Sylvia and the twins ditched Aislin along with Nick?