Little Bird

Gifted Freaks - Teenagers with Powers

Apologies for spamming into the IC. I got a little trigger happy on this one. @Kenshi pointed me this way.

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Gifted Freaks - Teenagers with Powers

Aiyana

Earlier that morning...

Aiyana sat, nervously curling a cluster of purple hair strands as she stared in waiting at the weathered, bearded face of the school therapist. The announcement had just come over the intercom: the BSI was conducting a routine sweep of the school for anyone... "abnormal." This was a first for Aiyana, and a bridge she had hoped she'd never have to cross. reasonably, she was apprehensive as she peered into a glassy, thoughtful eyes of Stephan Levy, L.P.C.

With the exception of her mother, Dr. Levy was the only other person to whom Aiyana had opened up to about her emerging powers, and the extent to which she struggled to control them. With the sudden interruption of BSI's investigation, he had cut himself off short in the feedback he had been dispensing; now he sat, right leg crossed over his left, jotting down notes on a blank sheet of paper.

"Dr. Levy." The secretary popped her head into the office, face lit in the soft glow of a salt lamp. "You need to end your session with Ms. Knowles-Flores. The BSI requires full coopera--"

"I'm well aware of the BSI procedures, Irene," Dr. Levy interjected firmly, the essence of his past Iraqi War experience clear and powerful. "I'll have her out of here shortly. I just need to arrange our next appointment." He waved Irene out of the room, and, standing up, closed the door behind her. Returning to his chair, he sighed, and cleared his throat. "My apologies. But I'll have to get back to you regarding our next session."

Aiyana stared more nervously, fearing the worst.

Then, Dr. Levy tore the page from his notebook, folding it into a small square and handing it to the young girl.

Aiyana took the paper, immediately feeling an unexpected weight to it. Feeling it out more thoroughly, she realized that a key had been folded into it. She looked up with quizzical eyes, meeting a bittersweet, though hopeful gaze returning to her from the counselor. "Make a run for it," Dr. Levy mouthed.

Moments Later

There's a custodial storage out of my office and to the left down the hallway; this key opens the door. It has a ladder down into the boiler rooms and breaker panels in the basement. You should be able to find a way out through there. Good luck, Aiyana.

The message played over in Aiyana's head as she descended the ladder into the boiler rooms. When she set her foot upon the concrete floor, she read the note more fully, finding that Dr. Levy had also taken the time to sketch out a rough map of where the other entry points to the utilities were... there was one... by the gymnasium, near which there was also a way out of the school... No bueno. It seemed like a bold move; exiting through the same point where the BSI was gathering the student body for the sweep was practically suicide.

Then again... if there would be any entrance that wouldn't be subject to locked doors, it would be that one; it was where the agents would be sending in their equipment. Aiyana stood in silence for the better part of five minutes, weighing her options. Then, the light switch in her brain was flicked on, and her eyes sparkled with the satisfaction of an artist who had finally figured out how to manifest their masterpiece.

She bolted through the utilities, following the map Dr. Levy had slipped her until she reached the systems for the gymnasium wing. In haste, she spun her head around until she found what she was looking for: the breaker panel that serviced the gymnasium and the surrounding hallways and classrooms. "Excellente." She opened the panel, examining it closely. After a rushing minute, she figured her plan. Using a set of tools nearby, she pried at the panel until she exposed a clump of wiring.

Swallowing down a lump in her throat, she inched her hand towards the wiring. The hand began to prickle with a static charge. Then, with a sudden jab, she took hold of the wires, forcing the current emanating from her through the wiring of the panel. The surge was immense, as an overflow of power flowed through the wires. Overhead, the sound of hundreds of shattering light bulbs filled the air, followed soon thereafter by panicked screams from students and disgruntled shouts from agents and teachers trying frantically to maintain a sense of order.

Aiyana found her way back to the main floor, emerging into another storage room, and peeked out from a cracked door towards the gymnasium. Flustered agents were scanning the hallway, as others in the gym could be heard restoring their control over the student body.

"We've got a situation in here, Chief," Aiyana heard one of the hallway guards comment through a shortwave radio.
"We've got a situation out here," the cackling, broken up voice retorted through the radio.

"What should we do?"
"Use your judgement Saunders! Just make sure the sweep gets done!"

A moment passed, and the agent called "Saunders" called his shot. "We're moving our operation to the field house over by the football field. We'll be able to contain the space there more efficiently."

It took time, and patience on Aiyana's part, but within a short time, the BSI operatives had corralled the student body out of the gym towards the exit. As the herd of her peers trudged by her hiding spot, Aiyana stealthily slipped into the formation, finding refuge in a column of tall, broadly-built athletes. As the group crossed out into the open air, Aiyana ducked out, hiding herself among a row of decorative hedges. Unglamorous as it was, the crawl through the mulch was enough to get her back around towards the parking lot where several other students appeared to be entangled in a confrontation with several BSI agents...

Project X

@Wayward add your CS to character section

@Kenshi

Done.

I'm guessing we're waiting for a few more people to join?

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

<Snipped quote by Wayward>

If you're the only one planning to take part then I presume it would be you who wins.

@Double

Yeah. If I'm the only one throwing my character into the mix then I'd prefer to have Zack walk away with the 'W' in the tournament. Although for dramatic purposes, I intend for him to come up short in the current battle; though not without putting up a good fight.

Project X

Aiyana

Name: Aiyana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Power: Advanced Telekinesis
Skills/Talents: Sharpshooting/Firearms, Telekinetic Combat, Expert Spatial Awareness
SPEECH Color: Red
Looks:

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

@Wayward I'm good. I think I've written and scrapped like 3 different versions of how Seifer responds to Zack's counter. Writer's block is a bitch.

@Double

I hear you on that. Took me a bit to decide how to have Zack start off his end.

Are you ok with predetermining the winner of Tournament proper?

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

So... how's everyone doing?

Project X

For your consideration

Aiyana

Name: Aiyana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Power: Advanced Telekinesis
Skills/Talents: Sharpshooting/Firearms, Telekinetic Combat, Expert Spatial Awareness
SPEECH Color: Red
Looks:

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

@Wayward For the record, Seifer isn't the defending champion.

@Double

My bad. I'll edit that.

Edit implemented.

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

((OOC: Let's see if I've still got the will of the warrior in my RPing))

((BIC))

It was in that moment that Zack's focus fell squarely onto Seifer; all else faded into his periphery, and out of his concern.

He tracked and metered the swaying of Seifer's hand, and the slight wobbling of his baton that came with it; Zack had often wondered how Seifer managed to compensate when making adjustments to his swings. For his own part, however, Zack remained still, yet relaxed enough that he wouldn't tense either. He maintained his own sense of rhythm, albeit through controlled breaths rather than movement of the body. "Fine by me," he retorted, agreeing to a quick one-point match. There was no sense dragging on a full match so soon before the tournament. While it meant getting less of a feel for Seifer's technique, it would also mean that Seifer would get that much less of a feel for what Zack had been working on.

Almost immediately, Seifer made the opening move. Zack had expected so much, as Seifer was usually one to go on the offensive early on. From the year plus of training and observing matches, and recalling his loss in the previous year's tournament, he had come to expect a bag of tricks. Setting himself up for the lunge, Zack shifted his left foot back, and raised his bat up to align with his sternum. But had enough of a sense for Seifer's approach to know not to take the thrust at face value; he liked to feign his movements every so often. It was such a maneuver that had ultimately done Zack in the year before.

Thus, he had been steadily adapting his own technique in the hopes of countering Seifer in that regard. In the past, his method had been to go on the defense. But that had come with the need to anticipate whether or no Seifer intended to follow through with a move, or to go with the fake out. This was often easier said than done. Rather than staying his position in attempting to block or parry, Zack coupled defense with evasion. Within the space he had come to expect the feign, he moved his bat as to deflect the potential jab. In the same motion he pivoted on one foot, offsetting himself to the side opposite Seifer's baton hand.

Provided that his move created the opening he sought from it, he would follow up on his parrying motion with a swing towards Seifer's chest.

In a best case scenario, all of this would land Zack an easy, early end to the match. At worst, Seifer may have read into it and adjusted accordingly. Zack hoped, at the very least, that his move would be enough to put Seifer on a defensive or evasive front, and give himself more control over the match.