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[center][h1]ACT 1[/h1][/center]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxuvy-_F8iw][sub]While reading[/sub][/url]
[indent][i]"Brothers! I welcome you to your new home, your new life and your new cause. This world of men fear us for what we are. They do not know that we just want to live our lives equally as them but they refuse to let us be. They see us as nothing more than monstrosities, a threat to their families, and a burden to a land we share. My father tried ― foolish as what he had been ― to tell those men we are not their enemies. He wanted peace but his absurd ambition only left him astray. Eventually, he met a terrible fate, an unacceptable one if I may add. But we all knew how he valiantly fought ... for our sake. Yet even from his efforts, we are frowned upon still. However, my father left me something. A message from the grave, a ... future! for all of us brothers. Join me on bringing this task to ascension and we will show how much we deserve to live normally just as men do. Even if we have to instill fear before their eyes. For they gave us no other choice." [/i]

As you woke up out in the cold, you realized something vague, unfamiliar to what you were perceiving. You heard a message, a speech aimed to people addressed as 'brothers'. Eerie as it sounded, you kept wandering about, drawing to what you deemed strange. Then on a sudden awareness, you found out you're not anymore at the same place as you were. 

The door to your room winded its mechanisms, sliding automatically and revealed an intimidating-looking man with dark formal clothing. He nodded at you as if some kind of respectful gesture. 

"Our master requested to summon you." The man said in a frigid, sullen approach.

Upon exiting your room, familiar faces came into view, some others were people you've known back from the place you've 'escaped'. A couple of glances were exchanged but all fell dead in the stillness of subtlety. Men with the same dark clothing were escorting them to a station point with most being hinted with a foreboding air of intimidation. Perhaps it was safe to assume that these other people were given the same instructions as you but things couldn't be as erratic as it already were. 

The pod pulled to a stop, landing aground on the rails from its elevation. It was a vessel made of steel possessing similar proportions of a standard vehicle. Doors were designed with a circular gap which expands from a compressed closing. As everyone were clustered to an arranged group, one of the dark-suited men stepped forward and pressed a few buttons on the pod's exterior, later letting the doors to each opposite side open. Everyone stepped in including you. Once inside, each found their own seats but due to the sheer number of people, few stood and leaned against a steel bar built inside the pod. 

The pod traveled smoothly. As how it seemed, the rails weren't actually a channel used for its movement as the vessel's motion was entirely carried through a circumscribing magnetic field, thus why the pod travels in a gliding fashion.


Silence remained, the ambiance of uncertainty crawled like a spider proceeding to devour its prey. You wanted to escape, the urge of using your powers was but a matter of lurching away from your grasps. However, just as the brink of unleashing it, another one of the men with the dark suits took everyone's attention as he stepped toward the center of the pod's interior. 

"You're all probably wondering where you are right now but rest assured, you won't be harmed. Stay calm and wait until you all meet our master. We're actually in no position to tell you where you are but all of your questions will be answered eventually." The man turned away, returning to his seat. 

The pod arrived at another station point, seemingly to a district facility different from the previous. Much to your dismay, it was utterly questionable on what surface of the earth you've been walking on lately. A separate group of men with the same dark clothing awaited outside then as you exited the pod and started walking together with the others, they followed along, leading to a particular area. 

After a few minutes of walking through halls adorned by finely-crafted lighting, you're now in front of the Simulation room. One of the men stepped forward and punched some buttons from a machine, later initiating a laser scan which allowed the door to open. 

"Our master will arrive here soon. All of you must wait here." The man said.

[sub]~TL;DR - you're all led to the simulation room and were requested to wait for Lloyd Washterson to arrive. While waiting, you can all make your own interactions.[/sub][/indent]

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[h1]Lloyd Washterson[/h1][/center]
[indent]Despite how others described him as a man of patience, it wasn't truly proven to be a part of Lloyd's perplexing qualities let alone a practice he dared not to list in his conformity. Time has always been his greatest enemy even when it bestowed a great deal of knowledge and wisdom over the course of his growth. Never did he become fascinated on how it worked as he saw every cycle he'd encounter to be hindrances contradicting the progress of his ambition. Lloyd always felt time to be inadequate, either it could be short-lived or too extended to move on to the next phase and knowing this structured his relatively impatient demeanor. 

The operations room wasn't quite as busy as it would normally be yet even when the air felt far more relaxed and sullen, Lloyd has been nagged constantly from the sheer amount of work he disposed himself at. Paper works dumped in a disorderly file, ink stains marked a fraction of his palm, a spill of coffee soaked an area of his computer desk in a blotted, unappealing image and worst of all, rest became more of a misleading notion than something he'd usually have as a reward. As his thoughts drifted away from the concentration he was reeling in, he cursed by slamming his desk with his fist and buried his face on top of his papers. 

"Are you alright master Lloyd?" said the man who wore the usual dark formal clothing. Antoine Flores made an obligation to check his master's health condition and him being stressed out was something he would most likely take a careful lookout. In spite of being far away from the clutches of a detrimental lifestyle, it still wasn't an excuse for Lloyd to disregard a healthy one from inconsiderate maneuvers. Often did he neglect sleep just to finish his businesses outside S.C.A.R. but once noticed by Antoine, it becomes a subject for their usual arguments. 

"I'm fine. Cases don't solve themselves so I have to work on some papers before meeting their respective deadlines." Lloyd lifted his head from his papers, grabbing his pen as he continued on filling up some needed information.

"The prisoners. Did you even look at their files?" Antoine asked obliviously. 

"Hmm ... Perhaps I can hold this for a while and check on these people Stanley has been talking about. Was the recorded message transmitted to the living quarters?" Lloyd latched on his computer's mouse, accessing a particular folder with the name 'ORB prisoners'

"Yes. They're on their way now actually."

Lloyd felt a slump on his back, later gasping a sigh. 

"Great," He then paused as the folder opened individual files containing essential information registered on the security section of the ORB. All of them had the information regarding the prisoner's powers, their criminal records and other data which Lloyd wasn't interested with. "More things to bombard my unpreparedness but regardless, I can improvise." 

Upon clicking an individual file, an outline popped out. There was a list of criminal activity along with the specific dates of the cases committed and the exact time of being dispatched to the ORB. On a different side told the prisoner's background information such as the hometown and occupation. 

"Carrie Walsh," Lloyd read. "West Coast. Affiliated with drugs and killed several policemen."

"You don't need to read them one by one." Antoine confronted. 

"Amusing. Says here she's an illusionist. A manipulator of one's senses. You know what this means Antoine?" Lloyd resumed opening other files as he opened the next one. This time, he didn't read it and only skimmed through the important parts.

"I've no slightest hint." Antoine replied.

Apparently Lloyd have no intentions on explaining the details as he continued skimming every individual's profile. 

"This is all amazing. Stanley did an excellent job at choosing the right prisoners." He remarked, continuing his browsing on the files. 

On a short notice, another man stepped inside the operations room, particularly walking towards Lloyd's station. As he approached, he cleared his throat to get his attention only to get Antoine's.

"They're all at the simulation room, master Lloyd."

That small announcement alone was enough to pull Lloyd out from the computer.

"Already?" They way he questioned sounded half-surprised. Of course, they were requested to be there but how fast it was done exceeded Lloyd's expectations. "Then I shall be on my way then." 

The man nodded as Lloyd stood from his chair and straightened his tie. 

"Antoine, inform the others about Charlene. We're going to need a live feed of her comm channel. ORB will have some doubts about her return." Lloyd instructed as he stepped away from his station.

"What about her safety?" Antoine followed.

"Stanley sent two agents just to assure her return. There won't be any bloodshed until our second move." 

Antoine gave a nod.

"I'll instruct them." 

"Thank you Antoine and also, let Stanley know I've already looked at the files though haven't deliberately studied them yet."

With another nod from Antoine, Lloyd made his way from the operations room. Two men joined him as escorts and altogether left to where the welcoming meeting would be held.
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[h1]Eliard Johnson[/h1][/center]
[indent]It was a cavernous dome of eerie yet marvelous dimensions belted and adorned by technologies, gravely unfamiliar to the eyes viewing an unforeseen wonder. Different doors of smaller sizes were situated on separate areas of the room. Lighting provided an adequate illumination to more structures present. At the center was where most attractions would likely to be pulled over. It was a circular platform crafted from the finest abundance of steel decorated with beaming lights and efficient painting. The platform was divided into three segments with each circle dwindling into smaller ones. The smallest circle of the platform is where several metal pieces stood together in a rounded pattern.

All of these made Eli's stomach churn from the uneasiness he felt ever since the haze of knockout gas infiltrated his fragile senses. Despite that, he had been itching for information and most of these men told nothing but to calm down and wait for this person, whatever he was called. He wouldn't dare waiting for another minute or so and the urge to use his powers to obliterate these so-called guards has been driving him into his voracious behaviour from the start. However, there was this uncertainty that was latching on him. Never did he become aware of what they were capable of let alone the sullen intimidation they'd pose from their silent disposition. 

[i]Ah, fuck this! I'm going to grind these motherfuckers down to the core.[/i] 

As his mind raced, Eli felt the peculiar vibe lounging between the fellow prisoners. He may not have the best observation skills but he knew for sure that these people were Superhumans as well and knowing that fact alone made him think that they could've just used their powers at their disposal to free themselves.

Eli stepped forward, ignoring the men who stood beside him like statues.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, pointing at the man who initially instructed them to wait. "If you're not telling us what's going on, I'm gonna bust this shit up." 

The man fell silent and ignored Eli's sudden declaration almost as if he was a mere child wanting something insignificant.

"Oh, you want games big man? Fine, I'll give you one."

Spheres made up of energy materialized from thin air, orbiting a pattern around Eli. As he lifted a sinister smile, he raised an arm to let one of the spheres hover away from him. The sphere glowed a spark of bright light as Eli slowly accumulated power to its explosive magnitude. It remained suspended in one place but unleashing its detonation felt only a matter of seconds.

"There isn't a need for this, sir. We were ordered to not tell any information until our master arrives. So please, try to settle down." Finally the man spoke but how he voiced himself felt far from being concerned for his own safety. It seemed like he has something up on his sleeve though giving hints were nothing more but a standard reluctance.

"Bullshit. You're hiding something and I can sense it." As Eli replied, the sphere drifted from its suspended state, moving at a slow manner. Perhaps giving the man some time to think would be a better option but such terms he was largely uncooperative with made him more and more impatient. [/indent]