Prosaic

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

I also won't be posting tonight, as it's time for me to go to bed c: Looking forward to some interaction with Silas! I hope you don't mind @Prosaic! :D I wonder how this plot hook of mine will turn out? :3
(Hint: Eliott may have a few questions about his power and dead people)

@Delta44

That's fine! I'm excited to see what she's got to ask him, he's going to be very interested in it. =)

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

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LOCATION; THE TOWER - SILAS' APARTMENT TO THE PARK.
INTERACTIONS; @Delta44 - ELLIOT REIDER

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Hiss.
Silas cracked open an energy drink in the comforts of his apartment, he pretty much lived on energy drinks. The sugar and excessive caffeine in energy drinks was the only thing that kept him awake at times. He could have taken a healthier alternative to becoming caffeinated, like coffee but why would he do that when he could slowly kill off his body with energy drinks? Plus, he loved the fruity flavors, they were much more appealing then the bitterness of coffee.

His fridge was stocked with at least three cases of whatever energy drink that he liked that week. This week it was Rockstar, next week it would probably be something just as sickening. The rest of the fridge consisted of vegetable pallets and premade sandwiches that could be found at gas stations. There were also an unnerving amount of varied sweets, he liked candy and that was apparent.

His apartment was entirely bland, there wasn't much personalization. The furniture was mostly in neutral tones of brown and beige. The only spot of color in the whole apartment could be found in a painting that he kept above his bed, it portrayed a scene of a couple walking through an unnaturally vibrant park.

Taking a long swig from his energy drink, he decided to log today's work. It wasn't worth worrying about how empty his apartment was, he had to keep track of this stuff or else he'd forget it.

He kept a journal of the dreams that he viewed and if he interfered with them. He had picked up dream journaling as a child to cope with his nightmares but now it helped him remember tactics that worked and tactics that didn't work. It also helped him remember what he'd seen in the dreams he infiltrated. It was alphabetized by person and full of key notes and messy drawings that depicted creatures that he'd created. He sketched a rough drawing of the maggot-centipede monstrosity, then he began to detail the events of the dream.

The journal was full of his fellow heroes and what they dreamt of, as well as being full of villains and what dreams he'd pushed upon them. It was a pretty telling journal, if you had an in depth knowledge of dream symbolism. He tended to put stars by the things that struck him as odd or interesting. When he'd finished his entry for the Zookeeper, he shut it and tucked it away from sight.

If any person were to go in his apartment, they'd probably not find it unless they were a particularly good sleuth. He took another long sip of his energy drink before deciding to head out to the park and breathe in the fresh air. When he arrived, he noticed that their latest hero seemed to be sitting on her own. He wasn't opposed to making her feel at home and she always seemed like she wanted to say something to him, so he stepped closer.

"Hey, Elliot," he greeted her, "How are you settling in?"

Breaking the Sun

@Rabidporcupine

Alexander looks good. I think he would fit right in with the rag-tag group. Somehow all these personalities will have to work together and find a way out!

@Denny

He's got my seal of approval as well, this is going to be a fun little group.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.

Interactions.

@Atrophy & @Surtr Inc & @FernStone

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"Hey, Rien," he greeted them warmly, envying their forethought to grab a coffee before attending this event. "I'm doing alright, could be worse. What about you?"

It was a pleasant surprise to have Rien join him, it had been some time since the last time they'd talked. They had been there at the massacre as well, though he'd only seen them as they were being dragged off to the infirmary. He hadn't really been concerned with butting in on that moment, but he was glad to see them now and glad that they were greeting Rita. It was good to get his friends on a first name basis. He had even noticed Tuyen and had waved at her as she passed.

"This is Rita-"

Martin was good at talking one on one, he was not so good at talking in groups. When their group leader addressed that it was time to get started, he wasn't quite able to staunch the anxiety that rose inside of him. He didn't want to speak first but as the silence in the room grew thicker, so did his patience for sitting silently. It was strange but something about nearly dying had really made him feel a lot more ballsy.

If no one else was going to take this golden opportunity to speak up then, dammit, he would. "Hey." he addressed the room, his voice sounding awkward. "I'm Martin Cromwell, you uh probably don't know me."

Aliana glanced up to attention when the goth boy chose to speak first, looking all the while like he thought he was doing them a favor. In a way, maybe he was, because it seemed like the room had died upon Britney's request for someone to talk. He even stood up, slowly, and he drew in a deep breath as if he were stabilizing himself. He was just as pale and scrawny as always, perhaps scrawnier looking without his trenchcoat.

The mark on his neck was extremely dark in flush with his white skin, it was like a brand. It would have gone unnoticed to those who weren't Awakened but it began to glow. She didn't have a keen eye but the shadows around him were shifting in an abnormal way. They were moving so subtly that it was easy to miss entirely.

It was weird to see him address more than one person, she had only ever seen him squirrel off with one to two people at a time. It was almost fascinating.

"I provided a distraction when Scott Reese hacked into the cabin because I had three friends in there that I didn't want to see. . .y'know." saying "die" made it seem too real, it was as if that word left his mouth, he'd have to face the severity of what he'd survived. "I'm fine though, I could have-"

His mouth was getting dry and his heart was beating faster, he decided to change course before he could really start thinking about that night again. "Nevermind, I don't want to talk about that bit anymore. I'm fine, my friends are fine, and that's enough for me but there is something that happened afterward that I want to address with all of you."

He had no reason to do this, but the only way that any person ever discovered anything was by being upfront themselves. He had a goal and if he was going to accomplish it then he was going to have to be proactive. In the name of discovery and in the name of making everyone in this room uncomfortable, Martin Cromwell was going to be honest. Whether they found him crazy or shared the issues that he was facing, he didn't care. It was about time that these people had to listen to him.

It wasn't that Martin was adverse to a spotlight, he'd spent his whole life trying to garner the attention that his mother refused to give him but a spotlight for a crowd of his peers was different. "Some of you may have noticed my sweet new neck tattoo." he started, "Or maybe you didn't, maybe you don't give me enough sidelong glances to really notice if I develop new tattoos or not."

Oh no, Aliana couldn't believe it, he was about to address the unaddressable.

"I dislocated my shoulder after the event, I was pumped through with pain meds and I might not have noticed it then but I noticed it when I woke up." he had started to gnaw at his thumb nail, he was speaking around it. "I had developed this marking and I thought I was crazy, like really crazy because no one else could see it. At least. . . I thought they couldn't. I'm not going to mention any names because I'm not a heathen but yesterday, two people noticed it, both people had been to the camping event."

Aliana shot a glance towards Penny, a glance that was sort of an unspoken should we say something or plead the fifth?

"Now, surprisingly, I'm not big into conspiracy theories." he bit off a piece of his nail, narrowing his eyes. "But other weird things have been happening and I'm willing to bet that weird things might have been happening to some of you as well."

Breaking the Sun

@Rabidporcupine We certainly do!

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc I was waiting on someone else to post before me because we've seen quite enough of Martin but I can write something up if no one else is.

I'll make him be blunt and upfront about it. He was going to anyway but like I said, I was going to wait.

Breaking the Sun

@Days It's all good, I like her. She's approved! =)

The Marchand School of Sorcery

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☆ Nolan Santora ☆

Marchand School - Common Room.

Interactions

@ScoundrelQueen & @LorelleQuips

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"Alright, friends," Nolan addressed the group of girls, smiling brightly. "I'm going to go face my reckoning and meet my new roommate and also hopefully not get lost because I barely glanced at my map. I'll catch you both later, it was really cool meeting you."

The boy shot them both a wave before glancing his map over and trying to memorize it as he walked. He couldn't help that anxiety was blossoming in his chest at the thought of rooming with another necromancer. He had hoped that he might get placed with something else. A pyromancer or an aeromancer or something. Not only was this a necromancer but he was also a Sterling.

It had been wishful thinking to imagine himself rooming with anything other than another necromancer. This was exactly his luck. He couldn't even hide his family name because it was already out there in the open. He walked with anxiety steadily growing and his nose in his map. He almost wished he had opted to just sit around with the girls for a bit longer but it wasn't like he could hide from this forever.

He had to accept that he was here now. He was in this school and for better or for worse, he was going to be meeting other necromancers. He didn't even have a reason to be this anxious, he had never done anything and anyone in his family who had was long dead by now. It wasn't like he was wearing a shirt constantly that stated "My ancestor was a cult leader, ask me about it". It was stupid to fret about it so much.

He managed to navigate surprisingly well, finally landing at the room to his dorm.

Room 204 A. The room he'd be sharing with Canvas.

He drew in a breath to steady his nerves and strolled inside with his usual confidence. He wasn't going to chicken out and avoid his new roommate, he was going to greet him as soon as he entered. He'd even use his full name.

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♤ Isaiah Parrish ♤

Marchand School - Common Room.

Interactions

@EchoicChamber

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"Hey, lucky break, you get to room with me."

He bit into his apple again before offering the other boy a slight grin. It had been a lot of luck that he'd be paired off with Percival, he wasn't sure if he'd be willing to greet anyone new today. Percival had made it easy by just planting himself alongside him but voluntary interaction?

He shuddered to think of how that might go for him. It wasn't that Isaiah was completely asocial, just that he tended to get nervy around new people. Sometimes, a rare individual would come along, like Percival, that could reign a conversation out of him. He didn't know what it was about other people, but he just wasn't very good with them. He often found himself trying to build an imaginary wall between himself and them.

The Parrish family wasn't unpopular amongst Aquamancers but they weren't really the type to make niceties. They were very serious about trying to be the best at their craft, if they didn't perfect every little thing then what we're they good for? His environment had been strict and it hadn't left time for many friends, it was going to be strange being somewhere with so many people.

He hoped that he had made a good impression on Percival, because he intended to follow him around like a lost puppy. He stood and shouldered his bag, "I say that we go find our dorm and fight over the better space like all good roommates do."

Breaking the Sun

@Days Awesome, I look forward to seeing it!

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

@Prosaic You are on-point for updating that relationship chart as soon as a character's accepted. :P

@Blazion

I have far too much time on my hands. I love relationship charts though, they're so much fun.