[center][h3][color=silver]Vivian “Silver Curse” Adler[/color][/h3][@Lmpkio] [@oKageo] [@Archmage MC][/center][hr][hr]If Vivian had wished for the more troublesome types to gravitate towards her, everything had gone according to plan. A man who looked more robotic than human approached her, slowly turning to look at her and then away. Had she been able to feel anything beyond the urge to feel sarcastic, she may have even quivered. 

[color=#00aeef]“Is there a problem, ma’am?” [/color]he asked.

Vivian opened her mouth, ready spew out either a bunch of insults or some crappy jokes about the predicament they were in. Before she could cut him off, however, a beautiful young teenager with piercings and light hair interjected. She remembered him vaguely from the plane ride.

[color=turquoise]”I believe it’s a quote. When one is to enter hell, that is inscribed over the entry way.”[/color] The kid explained, sitting down on her other side. Flanked by two of the more despicable gifted, Vivian couldn’t help but smirk. Already, alliances and factions were beginning to form.

Already, she was certain, the piece of shit government experiment was beginning to fail.

[color=turquoise]”I didn’t know you were a fan of Dante.”[/color]

Vivian chuckled a bit. [color=silver]”I was more a fan of passing my college English classes—but I don’t blame you for not knowing something about someone you’ve never met, hmm?”[/color]

Before they could continue conversing, however, a pure white girl approached them. She leaned herself against a column, giggling and waving at them. Vivian’s face fell, feeling her perpetual bad mood strengthen. 

[color=lightblue]”You all should come with me to say hello to everyone. If we’re going to be a team, we might as well learn about each other. My name is Light by the way, whats yours?”[/color]

Vivian tried not to burst out laughing. Refusing to move an inch, she seemed to almost slouch more firmly into the chair. She didn’t need to go introduce herself to everyone—those worth knowing would come to her.

[color=silver]”Sure!!!”[/color] Vivian mocked, contorting her face. [color=silver]”And then we can play with rainbows and gummy bears and our mommies and daddies will come!!!!!”[/color]

Rolling her eyes, she cursed under her breath. She didn’t have time to savor crushing the dreams of the little girl as the doctor returned, ready to do his dance for the government. He wasn’t any better than a pet. 

“I’m going to train every last single one of you. You all have been in prison for weeks, and can be a little bit rusty. Mr. Kent, follow me.”

The blonde boy who had pestered her on the train stepped forward, and everyone else followed. Vivian crossed her arms, practically pouting as she followed the crowd. Stone motioned for them to sit in the viewing room. Vivian sat in the front this time, eager to watch the destructive forces of the other gifted.

This was something she could enjoy, at least. 

[color=silver]”Man, wish we had some fucking popcorn…”[/color] Vivian whined.

A moment later, Archer approached the target, shaking a bit. Vivian smirked. The massive explosion that resulted, however, wiped the smirk right off of her face. She was stunned. She’d never seen a gifted with powers like [i]that[/i] before!

Atlas was called in next. Vivian sat forward, interested in what he would be able to do. So far, he seemed to be the least terrible person present. And given that his name began with an A, she figured it would be ages until she was called up. The joys of being named [i]Vivian[/i]. Honestly, it was a prude’s name, in her opinion. 

She wasn’t disappointed, though the lack of explosions did seem to dull down his power a bit. Listening to the explanation, she grew more and more intrigued.