Precipice of Evolution: First Genesis [Closed;Started]

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ruedyn:
Aw, talking dog didn't make it :(

Good luck, and try not to abuse the ever-loving shit out of time powers :|

Time powers don't necessarily make things over powered. They can move faster, and slow a limited number of objects down. My guy's arm can stretch out and eat people, there's a giant, someone with almost absolute aim, and a robot with machine gun fingers running about. The power to speed things up and slow them down isn't so overpowered.

This is going to be a ton of fun I can just tell it, we've got a fairly good cast and an amazing premise. That and there won't be a rock so that means this is gonna be a good day.

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Safe in the Dark:
Time powers don't necessarily make things over powered. They can move faster, and slow a limited number of objects down. My guy's arm can stretch out and eat people, there's a giant, someone with almost absolute aim, and a robot with machine gun fingers running about. The power to speed things up and slow them down isn't so overpowered.

Any form of time control has the potential to be a gamebreaker, if it isn't already.

I would also like to point out that enhanced accuracy isn't exactly an overpowered ability. There's a difference between landing a perfect hit with something you know how to use and trying something for the first time. My character sticks to her bow, with a couple of exceptions. If she were to pick up a gun, for example, she'd be a poor shot due to lack of experience with it. She can't just grab anything and instantly know how to use it. I'm not that kind of writer.

Safe in the Dark:
Time powers don't necessarily make things over powered. They can move faster, and slow a limited number of objects down. My guy's arm can stretch out and eat people, there's a giant, someone with almost absolute aim, and a robot with machine gun fingers running about. The power to speed things up and slow them down isn't so overpowered.

...Yes, it is really overpowered. unless it doesn't work on his/herself, you can really just pull a knife or something and end a problem before it becomes one. Doesn't work with a gun, unless you speed that sucker up to break the sound barrier. Conversely, slow down an enemy an you can aim and fire, maybe take a few months to do so. And, you know, sidestep all of your powers by slowing them down to almost nothing.

They don't just work with murder either, really. The owner of the power could run away by time stopping everything they come across, or if you have a strong friend, just lock the big bad in a closet.

ruedyn:

Safe in the Dark:
Time powers don't necessarily make things over powered. They can move faster, and slow a limited number of objects down. My guy's arm can stretch out and eat people, there's a giant, someone with almost absolute aim, and a robot with machine gun fingers running about. The power to speed things up and slow them down isn't so overpowered.

...Yes, it is really overpowered. unless it doesn't work on his/herself, you can really just pull a knife or something and end a problem before it becomes one. Doesn't work with a gun, unless you speed that sucker up to break the sound barrier. Conversely, slow down an enemy an you can aim and fire, maybe take a few months to do so. And, you know, sidestep all of your powers by slowing them down to almost nothing.

They don't just work with murder either, really. The owner of the power could run away by time stopping everything they come across, or if you have a strong friend, just lock the big bad in a closet.

This is why they stated they can only slow things down by a certain degree. Read before you make a fool out of yourself. They're not STOPPING time, or even making them a slug, they specifically stated they can only slow things down by a small margin. If i really have to be more specific? They're not making an 80mph baseball travel at 2mph, they're making an 80 mph baseball travel at around, say 60 mph. Plus, if it's time stop, none of the damage would be lost. If a time slowed 80 mph baseball hits them, it's still like if they were hit by an 80mph baseball, not a 60mph baseball like if they had actual Motion Manipulation. As for how they speed themselves up? If they run normally at 20 mph, it's like they boosted themselves to 30 or 40, but not actually. they're not actually speeding anything up energy wise, they're just making the occurance happen slower or faster, meaning no energy is lost, therefore all the damage can still be done.

CounterAttack:

Safe in the Dark:
Time powers don't necessarily make things over powered. They can move faster, and slow a limited number of objects down. My guy's arm can stretch out and eat people, there's a giant, someone with almost absolute aim, and a robot with machine gun fingers running about. The power to speed things up and slow them down isn't so overpowered.

Any form of time control has the potential to be a gamebreaker, if it isn't already.

I would also like to point out that enhanced accuracy isn't exactly an overpowered ability. There's a difference between landing a perfect hit with something you know how to use and trying something for the first time. My character sticks to her bow, with a couple of exceptions. If she were to pick up a gun, for example, she'd be a poor shot due to lack of experience with it. She can't just grab anything and instantly know how to use it. I'm not that kind of writer.

If you have a perch or some building, or frankly, just about anywhere you can hide, you can place an arrow between someone's head, seeing as no one has the durability to not have it go whizzing through their Cerebral cortex. Time slowing or no time slowing, absolute aiming and catching someone unaware means a pretty easy kill of most people. At worst the time powers this person has put forward can slow an arrow of yours... Maybe, if they can react in time, or allow them to move faster and dodge. It's just a fancy way of having better reflexes, except those reflexes stem from time. Think Viewtiful Joe, but not as good as Viewtiful Joe.

Safe in the Dark:
If you have a perch or some building, or frankly, just about anywhere you can hide, you can place an arrow between someone's head, seeing as no one has the durability to not have it go whizzing through their Cerebral cortex. Time slowing or no time slowing, absolute aiming and catching someone unaware means a pretty easy kill of most people. At worst the time powers this person has put forward can slow an arrow of yours... Maybe, if they can react in time, or allow them to move faster and dodge. It's just a fancy way of having better reflexes, except those reflexes stem from time. Think Viewtiful Joe, but not as good as Viewtiful Joe.

At worst the time powers could break the system as ruedyn described.

I have no idea what Viewtiful Joe is, so your analogy is moot.

And who said anything about killing anyone? As far as I see it, this isn't a role-play where the player-characters are a team of heroes out to save the world, or a PvP thread. It looks a lot like a thread where people just live their lives as best they can, in the scenario of being confined to the Changed facility. That was the approach I took when writing my character.

CounterAttack:

Safe in the Dark:
If you have a perch or some building, or frankly, just about anywhere you can hide, you can place an arrow between someone's head, seeing as no one has the durability to not have it go whizzing through their Cerebral cortex. Time slowing or no time slowing, absolute aiming and catching someone unaware means a pretty easy kill of most people. At worst the time powers this person has put forward can slow an arrow of yours... Maybe, if they can react in time, or allow them to move faster and dodge. It's just a fancy way of having better reflexes, except those reflexes stem from time. Think Viewtiful Joe, but not as good as Viewtiful Joe.

At worst the time powers could break the system as ruedyn described.

I have no idea what Viewtiful Joe is, so your analogy is moot.

And who said anything about killing anyone? As far as I see it, this isn't a role-play where the player-characters are a team of heroes out to save the world, or a PvP thread. It looks a lot like a thread where people just live their lives as best they can, in the scenario of being confined to the Changed facility. That was the approach I took when writing my character.

"And who said anything about killing anyone? As far as I see it, this isn't a role-play where the player-characters are a team of heroes out to save the world, or a PvP thread. It looks a lot like a thread where people just live their lives as best they can, in the scenario of being confined to the Changed facility. That was the approach I took when writing my character."

Then what's the problem?

"I have no idea what Viewtiful Joe is, so your analogy is moot."

Did you just denounce his argument because you didn't get the reference? Really? Google it then.

"At worst the time powers could break the system as ruedyn described."

I already told Ruedyn why he's wrong.

Fury Is Me.:
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Yay insults.

He said time powers aren't OP compared to arms that eat people and growing. Buuuut if we are to argue over your powers fine. I got time, unfortunately.

Nobody said anything about velocity and the disrupting of, I merely suggested you can DODGE these things, which would be easier with a slowed down object. I also suggested you can speed yourself up to stab a person, or speed up a bullet. It doesn't need to hit harder, just happen faster, which is still over powered.

And please ignore my avatar, all points are made moot when a sexing bronto is brought into the equation.

ruedyn:

Fury Is Me.:
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Yay insults.

He said time powers aren't OP compared to arms that eat people and growing. Buuuut if we are to argue over your powers fine. I got time, unfortunately.

Nobody said anything about velocity and the disrupting of, I merely suggested you can DODGE these things, which would be easier with a slowed down object. I also suggested you can speed yourself up to stab a person, or speed up a bullet. It doesn't need to hit harder, just happen faster, which is still over powered.

And please ignore my avatar, all points are made moot when a sexing bronto is brought into the equation.

You completely disregarded the whole "Margin" thing. The Twins are limited, like i said. They cannot stop time, they cannot bring bullets to a Matrix Slow, where you can duck under them, they probably cannot run faster than a car, they cannot nullify the damage brought on by a bullet or even weaken it, they cannot make themselves hit harder, oh, and there's the fact that they said they can only slow a certain number of objects down, and a very small number at that. Your arguement is basically "OMG, TIEM PWERS, OPOPOPO GODMOD OPOPOP, WHY DID YOU ACCEPT? THE RP IS RUIND". Most of the people in this RP wouldn't even be affected by a stab.

Giant man? He becomes too large for the knife to really affect him more than a mosquito bite.

Super shot? she flies.

Lightning Lad? Electrical Discharge would knock the little pipsqueak out/away.

My character? Nanomachine colony protection.

Pyrokinesis girl? I already know who's going to come out of that worse.

Lizmichi? Got me there.

Lambi? "Energy manipulation" is very versatile. I'm sure an energy suit would be as effective as Kevlar.

Robot? you wanted to STAB a robot?

Crazy Arm? You're going to run at the guy with the Anti Matter arm?

The girl with REAL energy manipulation? She could just make her slow, even with the time manipulation.

Steakheart? He's already got super durability and regeneration, why would he care about being stabbed?

Well, I'm a bit disappointed about being rejected, but eh. If you need me I'll be around.

Fury Is Me.:
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Yeah, I'm just going to stop the argument here. You win, I concede, I just saw my dogs trying to pee on my curtains so have better things to do than argue with somebody I'll never see the face of.

Fury Is Me.:
Your arguement is basically "OMG, TIEM PWERS, OPOPOPO GODMOD OPOPOP, WHY DID YOU ACCEPT? THE RP IS RUIND".

And your argument is basically "Let's insult other people as pettily as humanly possible."

Alright, every point you've made against ruedyn so far:
POST ONE
1) Margins: if I remember correctly (and I may not be), it was stated she's working on getting better. Presumably, she can produce more dramatic effects with practice. Not a good point, but a pretty decent one.
2)Momentum: Yes, it won't reduce their force, but slowing things down allows her get out of the way. Which is what ruedyn said, and you chose to ignore. Not a good point, ignores the actual point in question.
3) Speeding herself up: Just dead wrong. If she can slow everything else down and speed herself up, she's functionally moving faster, as the value of "second" in meters per second gets long. Downright bad point, as it's written. It could be a good one if it actaully answered ruedyn's "unless it doesn't work on his/herself", saying she can only slow down a certain number of things at once.
POST TWO
4) No real point in the first paragraph, just insulting ruedyn. Yay. Ever hear the phrase, "ad hominem"? Insulting the other participant does not, under any circumstance, make you any more right. In fact, it makes you look pretty bad. Come on, we're all above that here.
5)The others being op: You're ignoring most of his arguments in favor of fixating on one point you think is wrong. Which is really, really bad arguing.
The thing is, all of their powers are only good for a certain number of things. Time control is useful for a lot more than any of them, although it has limits too. In theory, they all can be used against stabbing. But that's one of three uses ruedyn proposed. You ignored the other two in favor of the one you could show was wrong. (And it is, don't get me wrong. Stabbing isn't something superheroes tend to need tp worry about.)

Anyways, my two cents is the time powers in general are overpowered, but this particular incidence has good enough limits that it won't be a problem.

Congratulations, everyone who made it in, and good luck!

BoosterGold:
Wow this place got stupid real quick didn't it, Ruedyn look bro its to bad Scooby Doo didn't get in but that's no reason fill a page with you foundation-less whining in the hopes that the Twins will get booted and Astro Jetson will be allowed in.
And Counter seriously you just don't stop, like ever do you bro. I mean can you not even wait till we start till you commence with the endless bitching. I'd add to the hows and whys of why the two of you are wrong except the it seems that Fury and Safe already schooled you with the righteous sick burns(aka legitimately excellent arguments.)
But I will say that they are both right there is nothing OP about the Twins, they seem like a great character, but maybe it would be better to wait till this RP started before we start bithcing about other peoples characters.

Really brave of you to hop in after everyone else tries to drop it, just to insult people. Did it truly take you all day to come up with those references to talking dogs?

I don't see any new arguments either, you just tried to bring back other, flawed arguments. Calling them 'sick burns' even, nevermind the repeated poking of holes into them. Hell, I'll try your tactic, look at Sams post! It's nothing but total annihilation of that argument. I only stopped arguing because I had better things to do with my time, but if you feel the need to waste more on this, then lets go, explain to me how we are wrong. Your own words, stop trying to use others.

The GM, the one running this shit, accepted the Twins full knowing that they used time powers. If the GM thinks it isn't too powerful, STFU, and GTFO.

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EDIT: Fury, BoosterGold, you escalated this far past what it should have been. Geeze, if I knew defending someone's usage of a power would do this, I wouldn't have said anything.

@SitD: DID SOMEONE SAY INTERNET FIGHT?

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OH BOY I CAN'T WAIT

@SitD That may be my new favourite .gif.

Anyhoo, I'm looking forward to getting started...And burning everything >:D

Well maybe not everything. Just most things.

@Steak: It blew over already, but boy it was sure something. Been awhile steak, how you been?

@Jedi: I can't wait either, and it is my favorite forum related gif.

@SitD: Doing well. Playing games. Really, not much has changed since you last saw me.

@Steak: That's good. Actually... I don't think I ever added you on steam, still steakhat right?

@Sitd: It's SteakHeart right now. 'Cause, y'know, I'm creative like that.

avouleance2nd:
Thanks for considering me and tell me if any positions open up
Any chance for feedback on why people did and didn't get in in case there's anything to improve for when new positions open up?

In most cases it was just due to spacing, I received 26 sheets in total and I obviously can't keep an eye on that many characters.
But I'll try to get PMs out to those who didn't quite make it, just offering some critique/praise and double checking if they'd like to join at a later date.

Anyway ladies and gentlemen, after that little...collision, hope that we can step aside from that and the RP can start soon.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen..."
The European sounding voice slinked over the various intercoms around the PRACC facility, the streets of central, the shops, college and entertainment areas opening at the sight of the artificial sunlight as the night cleaners started to return East to rest up in the restricted area. The last few cleaners joked to one another and left the main artificial park as some of the inhabitants started to show up, along with the influx of volunteers and trained guards to their regular posts.
The artificial town itself could be mistaken for a European city-center in design while also had a small-town Americana feel, not making it easy to work out where exactly the facility was placed. Nonetheless it was easy to see the amount of work that the PRACC had done for the citizens.

"It's your usual morning wake-up announcement from me, Doctor Julia Strauss..."
The gentle tones of Strauss' voice came from the mounted intercoms on the street lamps in the residential area and outside of the various apartment complexes. Much like how the center retained a sense of normality, the residential area could easily have been lifted out from a large suburban area. Some were already up and leaving, walking the short distance to town, biking or waiting for transport, while others ignored it completely and went back to sleep. The voice was a regular occurrence every morning, alternating between the woman speaking now and the occasional input from the acting head of the facility for important reminders and news.

"Today is Monday, April 13th, 7:01AM, controlled temperature is 10 c, 50f today..."
The bustle of doctors, nurses and scientists changing shifts in the medical center paid little attention to the woman, conversations between groups easily varying between work and leisure. Some immediately returned to their offices, coffee and files in hand, possibly to get some extra shut-eye at their desks. While others went directly to the smaller wards where some of the residents had stayed overnight for one reason or another.

"I'm here to remind residents that any and all who would like to appeal for visitation from outside in these upcoming months are to finish their paperwork and have it handed in at any of the PRACC official buildings, the hall or the college building in Central where it will be passed on and processed. We hope to have some visits arranged in a fortnight or so..."
The announcement was much quieter in the detention building. The sterile area was surprisingly silent and peaceful considering what it was used for. A man and woman walked side-by-side through the main containment hallway as they prepared to speak to the detainees as per usual and process those who were only staying for the short term. This was usually the time they would take to talk to repeat offenders. The cells seemed more lacking than usual but far from empty, recently it seemed that more of the long-term inmates were being moved.

"The PRACC would also like to remind that retail and grocery stores will be accepting requests as per usual and shipments should be coming in tomorrow afternoon. Also please do not hesitate to inquire about volunteer positions in Central. The PRACC prides itself on it's ever expanding range of entertainment and its provisions to you. Being a proud member of our community will only mean rewards and privileges in future..."
The monitoring rooms screens shifted its focus on the entire faculty while a small area was dedicated to monitoring the rooms of those detained in detention. The room was seemingly empty before the sounds of two sets of footsteps, half-jeering walked in and took place in front of the screens.

"Please check with your sent schedules on whether you have appointments in medical this week, it seems that more and more of our tenants seem to be forgetting their meetings with our trained professionals. It's imperative that we have regular check-ups on all of you, for yours and our benefit. Failure to adhere to one of our strictest policies will result in detainment and the medical being performed there. We do not want it to come to that, so please, check your schedules. On a lighter note..."
Several guards lined up outside the sparring/archery area, readying themselves for regulars, while a few complained about wanting to head to the bar for Irish coffee from that "friendly Changed fella" who was already there early, cleaning glasses, he turned on the TV, receiving static, tutting and turning it off.

"We hope to arrange several friendly competitions for the Summer, along with the first annual Summer event, but details of that are yet to be announced. We will be taking suggestions for the competitions, along with ideas for prizes, you all know the places to do this. A new delivery of sports goods will be available at the college from this point on..."
In the wooded area leading to the detention building, footsteps went along the trail, ducking and hiding from the armoured vehicle that passed by into the grounds, seemingly with a few new Changed in the back.

"Finally, we understand that there have been complaints about the new internet and television issues, our maintenance staff are making adjustments as we speak. For now, access to telephones will be slightly lax to make up for lack of other means of communication to outside the facility. Letter and parcel delivery as always will be running, 7 days a week..."

"...Well, that should be the last of the announcements today. Have a good and productive day, ladies and gentleman. This is Doctor Julia Strauss speaking on behalf of the PRACC."
The young woman in the white coat gave a stretch, turned off the broadcast and overlooked the domed city from the observation tower in the restricted area. She gave a weary sigh and tapped her hand against the glass before she was called away.
'Same old, same old... They will all do what they usually do...but how long will this last?'

Prologue: Just Your Run-Of-The-Mill Facility

Clink Clank... Thunk

Clink Clank... Thunk

Clink Clank... Thunk

This was the droning sound that was emerging from personal lab of the Head of the Science department for the PRACC college, Cid Kayfer, along with various other tiny sounds. Always up early, as usual, Cid was busy busy busy, working himself away at one project or another. Inside the room was lit; not well lit, but not dimly lit. It could only be described as the "Science Quota" for light. That eerie dim that you often see in Frankenstein movies, where the rest of the room is dark, but a bright light baths the actual man of science himself. The tall man at work was assisted by his colonies, which extend across the room in all directions, bringing nuts, bolts, screws, wires, wrenches, pliers, tweezers and all other manner of things into Cid's hands, which were busy at work. All around him were schematics of some unknown device and the device in question, a work in progress, with directly in front of Cid, whose face was covered by safety goggles. Where the colonies weren't extending themselves out to bring him supplies, they were lending a tendril or two to assist him, welding a piece of metal here, tightening a screw there, all controlled by Cid's mind. It was the image of the skilled man at hard work... That is, until there came a knock at the door.

"Mr, Kayfer, the school is opening, didn't you hear the announcement?" Said an unknown voice of womanly origin from behind the door to the private room.

All at once, all work stopped, and the silver, prehensile machines set down each item they held back into their respective areas and Cid raised himself from his machine, turned towards the door with a smirk and leaned in. "Yes, i know. Thank you, Jenny." Said Cid to the woman outside.

"Don't be late to teach your class again, Mr. Kayfer. The Students have had quite enough of you being tardy."

"Yes yes, Jenny, I know. But they all know why, and most of them are always interested when i bring in something new every now and then."

"Tardiness is Tardiness, Mr. Kayfer, and we're going to have to start giving you rep-"

"Yes yes, repercussions, Jenny, I've heard ti a thousand times" Cid said to the obviously more business-like woman outside.

"Well, i just wanted you to know. If you don't want to be late for your 7:30 am class, you may want to get yourself ready. Goodbye, Mr. Kayfer." The woman behind the door said, turning and leaving with audible footsteps.

Cid wiped his head in an act of relief and turned to a switch by the door. Flicking it up, he activated the lights in his lab, lighting the rest of the room nicely to reveal that it was in wonderful order, without a bolt out of place, and on the wall hung a very teacher like blue suit, black tie and black slacks combo with a pair of black loafers beneath them. Cid removed them from the wall and quickly changed himself in his personal Lavatory and washed his hands, humming as his nano-colonies brushed his teeth and combed his hair for him. He'd already taken a shower before heading in today and was already clean, he just wanted to be double sure. With a whistle, he opened the door to his Lab and began to walk to his class, deciding on NOT being late today. Cid gave his hellos to all the early bird students who greeted him as he walked the distance from his personal space to his actual classroom, giving everyone a smile on the way. It was 7:20 by the time Cid had planted himself in his chair in his college classroom and had pulled out a book, waiting for the students to arrive, one by one. Today he felt like reading A Brave New World. It was a good read.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen..."

Jerald opened his eyes slowly. He always hated the morning announcements. Too tedious. Ironic, though. A bland routine meant to help brighten up the bland routine that Jerald himself was now firmly situated in, a ritual he was about to undertake.

First was getting out of bed. An old black blanket thrown off the side of the mattress, along with the sheets, and Jerald sat up, legs over the side. He looked at his clock: 7:00 sharp, as usual. He didn't know why he bothered. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, switching on the light. The mirror was cracked around a central spot, almost as if someone had punched a hole in it in a fit of frustration. Actually, it was exactly that. He still needed to get that replaced. He looked into a portion between two cracks. Yes, his scars were still there.

He stepped into the shower and turned the water on. He stood there, eyes shut, the hot water stinging the burn on his arm. He didn't give a damn about the pain - never did, never would - but it was there, and it was annoying as hell. The soap didn't help much either, but the one thing his body couldn't fight off very well was an infection, so soap was necessary. Once that was over with, he stepped out and dried off with an old, faded towel. He went back into his room and pulled on a pair of old slacks, then a wifebeater, over which went a gray button-down. He smoothed out the wrinkles as best he could. No stains, thank god, although he wouldn't have cared if there were. He was working part-time as a custodian for the university nearby, and custodians aren't typically known for personal hygiene.

He walked to the kitchen and made breakfast, the usual. Three eggs, scrambled, with toast, pancakes, bacon, and a mug of cheap coffee. Regenerative powers require a lot of energy to work, so large meals are necessary. He wolfed it down quickly, then stood up and slid on his coat. Shoved into the inside pocket were a length of fiber wire and a single rubber mask, folded up and wrapped in opaque plastic. The mask was pure white and featureless, save two holes for the eyes and room for the nose and mouth. If all things went according to plan today, he wouldn't need to wear it.

Jerald walked out the door of the apartment complex and into the sunlight, using his hand to block the sunlight from his eyes until they adjusted. He didn't need to get to work until later that day, so until then he figured he would once again return to the bar. He walked off, hands in his pockets, head down, the position of a man trying his hardest to pretend he was normal.

At the bar, he sat down in a corner booth and pulled out a newspaper, reading over the latest events outside of the colony. Nothing out of the usual in society. The usual routine of corruption and deceit, covered up in a mask of well-meaning. How fitting.

Revis woke in a stupor, as per his usual during his stints in the detainment facility. He laid very still, and listened, hoping, praying, for the hint of a sound. Nothing. Absolute stillness, an unnatural quiet that snaked it's way to his very core. "Goddammit... I would kill for just the faintest hint of sound. Birds chirping.... Something... Even in prison you hear noises." He muttered to himself in an effort to break the silence. He thought back, and recalled in great detail his most recent act that got him thrown in here. Someone pissed him off, he flew into a rage, and there was a fair deal of property damage, but no death, he liked to imagine he had that much restraint. He sighed and sat upright on his bed, slowly coming to his senses.

He ran his right hand over his left arm, his source of power, the thing that allowed him entry to the facility in the first place. "I thought I was going to use it to save my sister... But All signs point to the worst... Not a trace of her..." His arm began to ache and he slammed his clenched fist into the wall. "Not now... Not here.... This thing is driving me crazy..."

He made his way to the wall mirror and looked at himself. Same faded white hair. Same faded grey eyes. Same everything. Rev ran his hand over his arm again and yawned. "Another day... Always just another day." He shook his head, went back over to where he slept and laid back down on his back. He stared up at the ceiling listlessly, his good arm rested over his forehead. "Fuck. Everything." He said finally, remaining like that until the usual daily routine would begin again.

Isabella rubbed her eyes sleepily, when she heard the morning wake up call. She had a look around the room, and wasn't entirely happy with waking up in her sister's bedroom. At least it was better than waking up in detention, with her last memory being a quiet afternoon in the library.

The bedroom went in black and red, candy paper and clothes were scattered on the floor and on the bed. She had tried cleaning up Gabriella's room once, but her twin had thrown all her clothes on the floor afterwards and broken her arm while giggling. She had been forced to beg her to heal it, and only when she had promised to leave Gabriella's room alone had she actually done it.

She left the filthy room, and went to check on the rest of the apartment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Her own bedroom was tidy and the interior was mostly white. It hadn't been used recently though, and she couldn't remember if they had done something bad or not last night. Isabella headed into the bathroom, to brush her teeth and comb her hair before breakfast.

Gabriella hadn't done anything that bad, but she thought it was funny to see her sister worry anyway. They'd left the arcade late and gone on a stroll around the facility, to see if anything of interest was happening. She'd returned home after that.

"What are we going to do today?" She asked her sister, who was combing their hair.

"Good morning, I trust you slept well." Isabella answered, and sped up the movements of the comb, so that they could get some breakfast. "Maybe we should finish those papers, so mom and dad could come visit."

Gabriella put the comb down, and left the bathroom. Perhaps it would be nice to see their parents again, if they even wanted to come visit them. She doubted they did.

"What if they don't want too?" She asked, opened the refrigerator and picked up a package of orange juice, which she drank straight from the cartoon. "They were the ones to put us here."

They hadn't visited once since, even if they had talked with them over the phone a couple of times.

"Oh, don't be silly and put that down. We have cups for a reason."

Gabriella considered accidentely spilling some on the floor, just to annoy her twin, but figured it would only delay them further from getting outside and starting the day. She put the juice back in the refrigerator and got the stuff they needed to make breakfast.

Fourty minutes later they had finished their breakfast, gotten dressed, had a shower and left their apartment. Isabella made sure that it was locked after them.

Alice lay in her bed with her hands behind her head, staring upwards at the roof of her bedroom. On the roof were several burn marks from times she had tried to set fire to the room. It was altered for her to be fire resistant but wasn't completely burn proof. A smile crept onto her lips as she fondly remembered each attempt. Alice's thoughts were interrupted by Dr. Strauss' announcement and she realized how early she had woken up. She sat up and after a long debate, decided not to spend all day in bed. The announcement reminded her that she had an appointment with her psychiatrist today. Alice figured that since the appointment was late in the afternoon, she had plenty of time to kill before 'forgetting' to go.

Alice went to her bathroom and got undressed; trying not to think about how much she disliked being soaked by water in the shower. Her shower water could reach temperatures that would likely be dangerous or harmful for a normal human, but it was only just right to her. As the steam rose around her, Alice tried to recall a dream she had last night. It was the usual one: herself surrounded by rising flames and hearing the mad laughter of a voice that sounded much like her own. There had been something different about it last night, but the details had already faded from her memory.

Alice got out of the shower and heated herself enough to evaporate the water off. It was quicker than using a towel. She threw on her usual attire, and noted the singed sleeves of her favourite jacket. At this rate, she'd have to buy a new favourite soon. Alice fished a small lighter out of her pocket and flicked it open. The small flame inside greeted her like an old friend. She put her other hand just over the lighter and the flame grew straight up. When it touched Alice's fingertip, a similar fire started there. She closed the lighter and looked at the new fire in her hand.

Alice bounced the small flame between the fingers on that hand as she tried to find a way to spend her morning. Returning the lighter to her pocket gave her a free hand, which she used to open a drawer in a dresser in her room. Alice pushed aside a pile of clothes and under it was a small notebook. It was her personal and very private book for writing. Maybe she could busy herself for a while doing that.

Alice looked up at her roof again and the memories came back. She felt a far too familiar urge building in her and the temperature in the room rose. Alice put her finger in her mouth, feeling the flame on her tongue. She closed her eyes and imagined it. A sea of chaotic flames, fuelled by her. Everything burning and combusting until the air itself was incinerated. Then the quietness as only ash remained.

Alice pulled her finger out of her mouth and opened her eyes. She knew she had to keep these thoughts and urges under control, but part of her clearly didn't want to. She absolutely refused to trust the therapist to help her. They didn't understand, no one did, or could. They couldn't see her thoughts, or her dreams. Although in this place, who knows? Maybe someone could.

Alice refocused her thoughts. Grabbing the first pencil she could find and with her notebook in hand she headed out. After locking the door behind her, she put the key in her pocket, beside the pencil and the lighter. Alice decided to head to the library to write there. It was quiet and no one would talk to her or disturb her. Quite a few of the regulars at the library remembered what happened to the last person who interrupted to try and get a glimpse at her book and she still remembered how long she had to stay in the detainment facility because of it. Alice glanced down the street, tapped her pocket to be sure the lighter was still there and started walking.

Eve had patiently listened to the morning announcements and had sat still while intently gathering all of what the Doctor had said. Afterwards she stood up on the streetlamp-intercom she had been perched on and uttered a single word to herself, "Visitation..." That meant that some of the others would be visited by their families. She pondered for a second, still perched on the lightpost and finally dropped the train of thought running through her head. She had spent the whole night perched on the lamp, observing the cleaners. It wasn't that she didn't have a residence, it was just that she hadn't seen the need to go back there last night. She turned her head a perfect forty-five degrees and looked at the University, her head shifted back and she saw the first signs of those who had places to be. Eve watched intently, every little motion. Every fidget. All of it.

She figured she would appear rather off-putting to those passing by so she shifted out of observation mode and into Interaction mode. The differences being Observation mode was meant for studying people, reading them. Interaction mode put less of her focus on every minute detail and more into 'Feeling' she could pass herself off as fitting in for the most part, and her studies of those around her helped shape how she would go about interacting with them. She leaped down and began thinking of where to head.

She attended class at the college, but she didn't really need it. She learned the material inhumanly fast and blazed through advanced concepts with relative ease. She attended mostly for the atmosphere, the interaction, and the people there. She was 'fond' of the teachers and other staff members she met, and some of the students she considered 'friends' and 'acquaintances'. She sat on a nearby bench. "Couldn't hurt to go." Eve sat awhile longer still deciding her course of actions for the day.

'BOOP BOOP! WHEEE WHEEE BOOP BOOP!'

David Gold awoke to a sound that over the years he has grown to despise, the loud taciturn 'Booping' of his alarm clock. For the past 23 years that sound had been waking him from his gentle slumber and 5:02 am on a daily basis. He brought his hand down on the top of the clock but it did not cease the 'Booping' of the clock. "Fine, I'm awake...I"M AWAKE ALREADY ENOUGH!" he said following it up with a firm shout, which brought him to full alertness, he then flicked the toggle switch on the bottom of the clock and the noises ceased .

The older man rose from under the covers of his bed and shivered, "Why exactly does the dome need to have days were its this cold anyway?" he complained to the empty air. He then dragged himself to his kitchen and poured a cup of terrible coffee, it was intentionally terrible because a cup of ungodly awful coffee had become a tradition starting with his first day a student teacher over 25 years ago.

With his first cup of coffee inside him he walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror and sighed he brushed his teeth and trimmed his beard, having shower the night before, as he always did. He looked at himself on last time and said, "You look terrible David." he then chuckled to himself and walked to his room, removed his flannel pajamas and dressed in his traditional teaches attire, his tweed jacket and bow tie, always a staple.

Now dressed for success, he walked back to the kitchen and place a piece of whole wheat bread in his toaster, to make whole wheat toast for breakfast, this was paired with a 2nd and then a 3rd cup of terrible coffee. He then checked his watch and it was already 5:30 am. "Well looks like its time to go make history." He let out a huge full body laugh at his joke, and he grabbed his briefcase, which was full of tests he needed to grade and a historical papers about the roman empire and there use of aqueducts as a weapon, it was a rather silly idea but it was worth reading because he really had nothing better to do .

He poured a 4th cup of coffee into his PRACC College travel mug and with thoughts of making the past come alive he left his apartment and walked to the university, he was tempted to use his powers to make the walk take only one step but then he looked at his middle and thought that make a longer walk would be better for him. It also gave him time to see the various people going about there business along the street David always enjoyed watching the community in action, it was like studying future history in action.

He walked through the gates and onto the campus of PRACC College and made his way to the history/social sciences department, and then when he had arrived, he followed the well traveled route to his office, he open the door took a deep breath and crossed the threshold. Inside he was greeted by the familiar trapping of his office, his countless books strewn everywhere, all containing bits of historical fact he was hoping that piece together into a big picture and reveal mysteries untold and unknown. There was also his coffee pot, which he had named Sergeant Sludge. "Hello my friends, sleep well " he said into the empty office. He took up a position in his well worn chair and placed his briefcase atop it and took out the tests and began to grade them, a he did he began to hum the opening theme to Histeria!

His Felix the Cat wall clock, told him it was 7:15am, not that he needed it because the daily announcements had just wrapped up. He figured that the kids wouldn't mind if he was a few minutes late, he just wanted to finish up Ms. Eve Reva's test, or at least that was his plan, until there was a rather loud knock on his door, it caused him to jump out of his chair.

"Mr. Gold!" said a rather shrill voice on the other side of the door, the tone of it was that of a teacher getting cross with a naughty student. David sighed inwardly because he knew who this was in an instant Faculty Vice Administrator, Jennifer Ramstand, or as she would always say, "Call me Jenny."

"Can I help you Jenny?" said the History Professor in a relaxed voice, knowing full well she was here to check up on him because of his forgetful nature, and tendency to arrive at his classes late, though the students never seemed to mind.

"You know full well why I'm here David, You have been tardy far to often and the students have had quite enough of it" she said sounding rather annoyed, as if this wasn't the first ultimatum she had to deliver today.

David poured a cup of coffee from Sergeant Sludge and turned to Jenny, "Alright you win I'm on my way, Jenny you know me, not even Mongolian hordes could keep me from my students." He walked out the door and shut it behind him, it was an auto-locking door, which suited him just fine and made his way to his first class of the day. The students had yet to arrive but that was fine as he started writing some of the notes on the board, and waited for his students to arrive, excited as he always was for the day to begin.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen..."

Darren hated the sound of that woman's voice. Not just because she represented his captors, but because she insisted on doing this whole spiel at 7 bloody AM! Who the hell wanted to be awake at such an hour?

"controlled temperature is 50f today..."

Great. Cold again. Lovely.

"...any and all who would like to appeal for visitation from outside..."

Visitation? Ha! There had been limited contact with family over the time of his incarceration. The emails from his mother and father that had been almost daily when he first came to this place had trickled to bi-monthly updates, and his sisters only spammed him with game requests on Facebook. He still was able to chat with C.J., but that whas if and when his older brother was online, which was infrequent with work. Besides, he was sure there was no money for any kind of travel. The Braves did honor his contract when he was taken away, but a rookie scale contract was nothing, and his parents could have easily salted the money away on frivolous purchases. The gator-skin boots his father bought when he gave his parents some of his signing bonus money came to mind.

"...and its provisions to you. Being a proud member of our community will only mean rewards and privileges in future."

Boy, the doctor's just a fucking laugh riot today! What's next? Be good and you might get outta here?

The news about the upcoming sporting events came as rare welcome news. Bout time they put something together so I can whoop all these poor buggers. Ain't nobody outrunning me, not from what I've been seeing. Not Saeed, not Joaquin, not Karen, James, none of 'em!

"...complaints about the new internet and television issues, our maintenance staff are making adjustments as we speak..."

Bout god damn time! Lord knows how bad my Twitter's taken a god damn beating. Bad enough these bastards wrecked my damn count, now they been wrecking the little access I got. At it's peak, when Darren was making waves during his September call-up, his follower tally skyrocketed 38,000. Due to the hassle of getting moved, as well as the higher-ups now carefully monitoring everything one of the 140 characters that he typed after a series of profanity laced statuses shortly upon entry, he was now down to 3,500 at last check.

"Have a good and productive day, ladies and gentleman. This is Doctor Julia Strauss speaking on behalf of the PRACC."

Good. Now prack the hell off. With the announcements completed, Darren turned over in his bed, turning his back on the window and the artificial sunlight to try and grab a couple more hours of shut-eye.

The Previous Day

"I've told you before, doc -"

"I know, Karen. You've said this many times before over the years." It wasn't a complaint, just an observation. "And just as I've said myself, you still haven't fully adjusted to life here. We can help you with that."

"No! The PRACC doesn't need to help me! And I don't want help! I'm not some... thing, some freak to be caged!" Karen was pacing back and forth instead of sitting opposite the PRACC psychotherapist, her tone of voice barbed. "I belong out there, in the real world with the rest of society." She pointed to the door of her residence as she used the words 'out there', purely for emphasis.

"Karen, please. Try to relax. You're angry. You've been angry since the day you arrived." Doctor Holt spoke in the universal manner of shrinks everywhere: calm and perfectly neutral. "I understand your concerns. Your well-being is important -"

"My freedom is important. Patience's wedding - my sister's wedding - was important. But no. You people and your... rules, your regulations. I'm sick of it all." The PRACC and their laws. Always with the laws. Karen's hands clenched and unclenched. She wanted to hit something, but folded her arms across her chest to restrain herself. "I know how things work around here. The guards aren't meant to keep people out. They're here to keep us in. I don't want to be here," she hissed.

The doc wasn't even bothering to make any notes, as far as she could tell. She was repeating herself over and over again: they'd been over these topics. "Karen... please. This isn't going to get us anywhere. Let's change the subject. How is your archery progressing?"

"You really wanna know? Fine. Come to my morning practice tomorrow, seven-thirty AM," Karen snapped, her patience worn out for the evening. "An audience other than the guards is fine by me."


Present Day

Why had she made the offer to the doc to watch her practice? That had been a stupid move, Karen Goldnight thought to herself as she ran the last stretch of her usual route, doing her best to increase her running speed and ignore both the seven o'clock morning announcements - they hardly ever changed - and the other people on the streets. She had set up a routine to get through her mornings, though she never called it that: up between six and six-thirty, a piece of fruit and a morning run before she had a proper breakfast and a shower that took ten minutes at maximum. Then it was straight into the archery range as soon as possible, unless something else had been brought to her attention.

Launching arrows into targets helped Karen isolate herself from her prison and concentrate on the matter at hand. The arrows themselves were helpful, as was her bow. Each one had been brought in among Karen's possessions on her arrival at the facility. They, like so many of her other things, were a reminder that she would get out of the facility someday and never return.

Karen hit the timer on her watch as she slowed to a walk for the last few metres to the door. She had been slower this time around: she needed to improve her time, not extend it. Mildly disappointed, but knowing that her time had been worse because she had been distracted, she took the elevator alone to her apartment to complete the rest of her morning needs.

Victoria paid little to no heed to the morning announcements as she did her usual morning training. Although, she did take note of the notice regarding visits, but even then she didn't believe them. It wouldn't be the first time they said something like that and took it back. Fucking assholes, they lie like there's no tomorrow. After the announcements were over, she put her earbuds back into her ears to listen to music while training. It wasn't any specific training music, just some random music she liked. Right now, Dethklok had been chosen. Sure, it was somewhat old, if you could call songs that came out three or so years ago old, but she still liked the band. She also liked to growl along with the text.

"Say your goodbyes
That was your life
You'll pay all your penance
Laser cannon deth sentence!
"

Laser Cannon Deth Sentence usually always got her pumped just because of how fast paced it was and, if you were to ask Victoria, awesome sounding. It was the perfect song for her to play while training, too, since she always pushed herself further while listening to it. Right now, she was using up her energy, as she liked to think of it, by running around the course they had at PRACC. Not jogging, that was too slow for her.

She always had her morning exercises planned out for each morning in order to improve herself further. She needed to be faster, stronger, more powerful, better. Or not needed as much as it was what she wanted. Always striving towards more, she was never satisfied with her power and strength as it was. She was the best and she needed to prove that she was the best. Her muscles were toned and showed exactly how strong she was since her powers didn't give her any kind of enhanced senses.

After about an hour of physical exercises, it was time for her to practice her powers. Thankfully, due to the layout of the place, she didn't need to change clothes or anything just yet since she wouldn't be required to go outside in order to go to her usual power training place. She had her hilt with her, as she always did because training her powers was a part of her morning exercises.

Victoria reached the place and went to the room that was specifically made for the Changed with energy based powers. She put on another song from Dethklok on her mp3 player, though this time there wasn't a specific training song as there was just a song to listen to while training. The one she put on now was The Gears, another favorite of hers. She started by shooting the energyproof mannequins with various blasts of energy, since she needed to be able to switch from one to another. From her energy bullets to just normal energy blasts to energy beams from her hands. She did that for fifteen solid minutes before changing to her energy breath, choosing to growl like one would do in a metal song while using her beam. She didn't actually need to yell or scream anymore with her energy breath because of her training, but it felt much better to do that as opposed to just opening her mouth and have nothing except the beam come out. Even though the beam was more in front of her mouth as opposed to actually coming from the inside of her mouth.

After another fifteen minutes of that, she took out her hilt and created an energy sword from it, slicing up anything she was allowed to slice. She had been improving with it, but still liked her blasts and breath more than the blade. It would perhaps still have its uses since she knew she might need it at some point.

After all that was done and over with, Victoria didn't even show much whether she was tired or not. Thanks to her energy, she had pretty good stamina, and rarely ever got tired from just doing her exercises these days. She would still sweat like everyone else, which was why she needed to go and take a shower now. She headed towards the building's showers and stripped down to take one after doing her usual stretches to not be sore from her exercises. She turned a shower on and got under the water, which felt refreshing as always. Today's exercises had gone well enough, improving her skills further, if only a bit. Once her shower was over, she dried herself with a towel and put on clean clothes she always took with her to the training building. She took her bag with clothes and headed back home, or at least the house she lived in while being forced to stay in this place, as she liked to put it.

Elliot's eyes snapped open as the announcement began, giving him a very good look at dirt and darkness, and not much else. Where the hell am I? He straightened, smacked his head on the way too low ceiling. There was sunlight near his feet, though, and he awkwardly twisted around, then squeezed through a narrow hole between two huge roots and emerged into the sunlight. As Elliot took in his surroundings, he sighed. Another episode.

This was, unfortunately, not the first time Elliot had come to naked with no idea where he was. The counseling and the drugs had helped him to regain his Humanity to an extent - he thought in English again, usually walked around upright instead of like an oversized Gollum, and had even taken to wearing pants again.

Then these events started happening. They didn't make sense - Elliot had never lost control before PRACC had taken him. He'd lost himself, yes, but he clearly remembered the feral days of solitary hunting and eating and running. Speaking of which, he could feel his stomach gurgle, and there seemed to be viable prey nearby. In the forest of the PRACC facility, Elliot Greaves was the apex predator, a hungry God amidst terrified, delicious subjects. Elliot extended his claws and quickly scrambled up into the treetops, beginning to make a series of crawling hops, watching and listening for prey.

And soon a bounty was delivered to him, a small group of deer passing through. The wind stirred around him, and they sniffed at the breeze. Froze momentarily, then bolted.

But the momentary hesitation was the harbinger of death for one of them. Elliot dropped from the tree hands and feet first, driving claws into the doe's back, digging into the creature's sides until he had a firm grip. The creature let out a cry of terror and agony that cut off as Elliot's teeth found her neck, slicing through the large veins and granting her a quick end. The kill done, Elliot began to messily eat, ripping and tearing chunks of flesh from the slain creature and consuming them, much of his body now slick with blood. Table manners were still something they worked on.

Not long after with a good chunk of the carcass eaten, Elliot stepped back to let the forest scavengers have the rest, his hunger slaked.

He'd need to return to the detention facility, report in and declare last night's incident. PRACC seemed to have developed a means of dealing with him when he became like that, just let him go into the woods and wait for him to come to. If the worst happened he did have a tracking anklet permanently attached to him - he'd tried and it had proven impossible to cut or tear with claws or teeth, and impervious to any damage he could think of to do to it. He supposed he could gnaw his own leg off and escape that way, but that option held little appeal to him. He departed the site of the killing and headed for the detention facility, still streaked with blood.

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