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Oh this certainly brings back memories.
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No sooner than the words had left her lips, she got her first questions from the group. It was Uriel Atticus, of course. Nilin allowed herself a mental smile. Just as she had expected, the outspoken and rather exuberant young man had been the first to speak up. Personality aside, he had peaked her curiosity due to his supposed power; pain manipulation. In a lot of ways, some of it was similar to her own range of talents and she looked forward to seeing how it would progress.

"That's quite the bundle of questions. Yes, I was kidnapped as well." She clasped her hands behind her back and gave a slight nod of confirmation. "It took me a couple of years before I was able to control my powers well enough to dive back into society; though it differs from person to person."

No, not at all. They keep me chained and locked up in the basement until I am needed to teach a class.

Nilin bit back the sarcastic reply on the tip of her tongue. It was a touch too early for her dry remarks.

"I don't live here anymore, so yes, I am allowed to go out into the real world. Unfortunately, I cannot currently tell you the exact date as to when you would get to leave. It all depends on how quickly your powers progress, which I'm sure you can guess by now that it would require cooperation and effort on your part."

As soon as she was done, the blond boy - Arthur Ragnarson - raised his hand and voiced his query.

A humorless smile touched her lips as she mulled the question over in her mind. It made sense that one of them would bring up something along those lines, seeing as how they were being kept in the dark for the most part. The guarded and wary expressions of her students weren't lost on the perceptive brunette as her dispassionate and icy gaze swept over them once more

"That's actually a very good point. It really does seem like having a passive power would make training and group exercises redundant, doesn't it?"

"However, I'm afraid that's not how it works. Your powers are still in their infancy, so to speak, and have only just begun to manifest. Each person's abilities are completely unique. Think of it as a fingerprint - no two powers are exactly the same. The rate of progression differs as well, in each case. Adding in these factors and then seeing as how the occurrence of these powers is few and far between, there's no way to accurately predict how exactly your powers would evolve. What might appear to be completely passive at first could evolve into something else entirely. Better safe than sorry, right?"

"The flashy aspect of your powers isn't the only thing you would need to learn. Some of you might already have noticed how your powers seem to be triggered by strong emotions. Your physical and mental states play a very big role when it comes to controlling your powers."

The Russian guy, Nikolai Arkaden the teleporter, chose that moment to ask about her powers. His second question, the reason why she was brought here, should have been rather obvious in her opinion.

Instead of answering immediately, Nilin cast an amused glance at a certain young telepath who seemed to be distracted by something. As Irina Ivanov was only just beginning to discover her telepathic abilities, it wasn't difficult for Nilin to guess what had distracted the girl. Her file had stated that the girl was having trouble sleeping due to her inability to protect her own mind.

"Discovered something interesting, Miss Ivanov? Perhaps I might be able to provide assistance, seeing as how that is what I'm here for."

Lucie Valentine, the only person in the group whose powers had yet to manifest decided to voice her question - and of course it was about the lack of her powers. Nilin could see that the girl hoped she would continue to remain normal, to be allowed to go back to her own life. It was a thought that had at least once passed through the minds of all those who had powers - herself included. Unfortunately for the girl, it was too late for her to continue harboring that hope.

“I’m sorry, Miss Valentine. There are tests to determine whether or not one has latent abilities. I’m afraid you fall into this category even though we have yet to physically see your powers.”

"And to answer your question, Mister Arkaden, I believe it would be far more interesting to show rather than tell." She looked at the faces of those gathered and decided that it would have to be something small and entirely non-threatening in case someone freaked out.

Nilin cupped her hands together as if cradling a delicate little bird, creating a controlled flame that danced serenely within her palms. The flame grew brighter and gradually changed colors, turning into a shade of pale blue that perfectly matched her eyes before growing still and crystallizing. The brunette raised it to her lips and blew gently, causing it to shatter into flakes of snow and be carried into the air as if on phantom wings.
Lucie Valentine


Auditorium


Lucie sat up a little straighter and narrowed her eyes at the authoritative young woman who introduced herself as Nilin. This woman - who seemed about as friendly and approachable as a coiled snake - looked barely old enough to have graduated college let alone be qualified to teach a ragtag group of teenagers with superpowers. Disbelief and mistrust naked on her face, the redhead continued to scrutinize the woman as she went on to claim that she too had powers. From her perspective, that was wonderful and all and much as she was looking forward for them to hold hands and form a circle of trust through which they could all become better people, there was just one teeny tiny little problem.

She didn't have powers.

An entire week had passed and she had yet to show even a little sign of being anything more than just a normal girl. There was nothing to actually prove otherwise, well, other than a bunch of papers and readings they had shown her. Of course, those couldn't be trusted. The rest of her fellow inmates, each and every single one of them, had all been known to possess some sort of ability or another. No matter how seemingly insignificant, it was still there.

But her? She had yet to do anything even slightly abnormal. She was about as normal as they came and that was her lifeline, the one shred of hope she so desperately clung to in this nightmarish situation she had been thrown head first into. Lucie Valentine was not a special snowflake.

Nervousness and frustration building with each passing moment, Lucie waited with a stomach full of vengeful butterflies as the others fired off their questions. She kept hesitating, torn between wanting to ask and being afraid of the answer she might hear. What if this woman was somehow able to prove her wrong, to confirm her worst fears with just a few words? The thought sent her butterflies into a frenzied dance and she found herself hugging her torso in an effort to remain calm.

No. Just do it. Just get it over with, Lucie.

Swallowing her fear, the girl steeled herself and drew in a breath for courage.

"And what about me? I don't have any powers. There's nothing to prove otherwise."

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Once everyone had been gathered in the spacious auditorium, a door at the far wall smoothly slid open to reveal a young woman who had yet to be introduced to the group. Tall and exceedingly beautiful, she looked better suited to having her face plastered on billboards and television screens than she did to be teaching a bunch of teenagers. The door then slid closed behind her the moment she stepped through, before anyone could get a better look as to where it led. She wordlessly walked towards her audience, her slender figure and the deceptive grace of her movements belying the fact that she was highly trained for combat. Expression inscrutable, the woman stopped a polite distance away from those that had been gathered and swept her glacial blue eyes over them in an assessing gaze. Of course, she didn't particularly need to. Nilin had made it a point to read up on those she would be mentoring, carefully going over each one's file that had been so kindly provided for her. The institute was nothing if not efficient.

“Good morning, everyone.” A brief, professional smile flitted across her face as she greeted them.

“As you've already heard from Elisa, you will be starting group sessions to help with your abilities. I'm going to be your mentor in this regard, starting from today. You may call me Nilin.”

Little more than twenty one years of age, the young woman wasn't more than a few years older than those she was to teach. She too had been in their place not too long ago, though it felt to her like an eternity had passed since then.

“Before any of you raise the question as to why I'm better suited to this task than your counselors, it's because I too have powers. This institute is where I was taught to control my powers so that I wouldn't endanger myself or those around me.”

“If you have any questions pertaining to our session, I would be happy to answer them before we begin.”
Lucie Valentine


Auditorium


Captivity often gave off the illusion that time flowed differently, for even a gilded cage no matter how lovely and comfortable was still a cage in the end.

The days seemed to crawl by at a mockingly slow pace until finally, an entire week had passed. It felt strange for Lucie to think of a week as a long time; since back home, a week seemed to pass her by in so little time as a blink. Their keepers required precious little of their time, asking only for an hourly session with their mentors each day.

As such, Lucie had been given far too much time to dwell on - or rather, wallow in - less than pleasant thoughts. The others, her fellow inmates, appeared to be doing alright, some of them even having adopted regular routines. Or perhaps like her, they too had put on a façade of normalcy. The red head couldn't know for certain. She didn't interact with them overmuch and hadn't really made any friends or enemies during that time. The most she had done was to make an effort to learn their names and the powers associated with them. Not someone to be overly social even in regular circumstances, the French girl preferred the silent company of a sketchbook provided by Ms. White.

The hope that she had been so desperately clinging to - her only hope, as it were - was the fact that she had yet to show any signs of possessing powers.

In no particular hurry to rush to the auditorium as required by Elisa’s announcement, Lucie dressed at a comfortable pace and stared into her own, unhappy grey eyes reflected in the mirror.

The conversation with her aunt hadn't gone at all how the spoiled teenager had expected. For once in her young life, she had been refused something by her guardian. Though her tears - which always worked in the past - had obviously affected her, the woman remained resolute in the fact that Lucie had to stay at the institute for her own good. Using a different tack, Lucie had turned to hurling cruel accusations at the woman, attempting to guilt and emotionally blackmail her guardian. That too, had failed. With nothing left to say - nothing pleasant, at least - and convinced that she was being horribly wronged, the sullen red head had ended the call even as her aunt pleaded with her not to.

Shaking her head to free herself of the unpleasant thoughts, Lucie set her jaw and put on her poker face before heading out.

Most of the others had gathered and were making small talk by the time she managed to walk into the auditorium. Opting to sit at Abel’s left side, one chair between them for personal space, Lucie muttered a quiet greeting and waited for whatever it was to happen.

GM Post. This is so that Thunder wouldn't be stuck in post lock.


Lyra's room


The girl awoke from her troubled sleep with a gasp, her frail body shuddering in surprise at having been woken up. Momentary panic blanketed her mind, thoughts screaming 'stranger' before the memories came flooding back. And with it came the realization of her current situation. Hopelessness seemed to weigh her slender frame down and threatened to drag her underneath a sea of despair. But she clung on to whatever hope she had left. She had Stasya now, her new friend. Perhaps her only friend in this place.

Putting on a weak smile, she shook her head from side to side in answer the foreign girl's question, sending loose strands of her hair flying. She didn't feel hungry at all just then and wanted to rest a bit more. She didn't want Stasya to wait on her behalf.

"Stasya go. Eat."

Lyra made a walking motion with her fingers, pointing away from herself. She then proceeded to mime the action of eating something, keeping eye contact with her friend. Hopefully, Stasya got the message. Almost as an afterthought, she placed a hand on her chest and said her name.

"Lyra," pale fingers reached up to the corners of her mouth and pulled them up in a smile. She hoped it conveyed that she was happy.

@Thundercrash


Lucie Valentine


Hallway - Room 12


Lost in thought and picking at her now wet clothes, Lucie was slowly trudging towards room 12 for a change of clothes. It was decidedly uncomfortable to walk around with damp clothing sticking to her and she didn't need any more negative feelings on top of the earlier nervousness that had returned with a vengeance. Swarms of butterflies fluttered about in her stomach, beating their wings in a cacophonous dance. She was equal parts in dread and hopeful for the call with her aunt. On the plus side, her blush had subsided. The brief announcement over the intercoms had reminded her that she had yet to eat something since the Con, which had been more than quite a while ago. Lucie wondered if it was worth it to go over to the cafeteria and attempt to make something for herself in front of everyone. She wasn't the most physically coordinated or the best cook.

It was in this state of distraction that the boy from the pool - Arthur, as she would soon come to learn - nearly bumped into her and snapped her back to reality.

His attempt at her native language wrought out a genuine smile from the girl, lightening her mood just a tad. His comment that followed, however, was completely lost on her. She had never been a sports fan to begin with and so the remark went over head. From the context, she grasped that it had been meant to amuse.

"And here I had you pegged for a native Parisian and all." A teasing smile sneaked its way onto her lips. "I'm Lucie. Nice to meet you properly."

It seemed that Arthur had been making his way towards the kitchen area and extended her an invitation to join him in scouting out the situation. As far as plans went, there were definitely worse ones. Hanging out in her room by herself and shredding her nails due to worry was definitely one of the latter. Perhaps she could make herself a sandwich without gutting herself of anyone else.

"Oh? Dying to witness my culinary prowess already? Just remember though; if anything explodes or catches fire, this was your idea."

Just then, a petite and exceedingly beautiful girl who looked like she belonged on the set of a fantasy movie rather than real life walked up to the pair; and then proceeded to stare at them wordlessly. Before Lucie could ask if she had something on her face, the girl realized her faux pas and hurried away after a quick smile.

"Well that was interesting." Lucie blinked in surprise at the girl's abrupt departure. Unbidden, a thought popped up that the girl would be excellent for character inspiration. Was that her natural hair color?

"Would you mind if I changed into something dry before we make our way there? The room I'm assigned to is close by." The red head gestured towards her clothes, suddenly remembering her predicament. Thankfully, she had been dressed in dark clothes.

@Jinxer @HecateProxy
GM Announcement.


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Alright. Time for a GM announcement.


Do NOT do things IC just for the sake of shock value and drama.

We, the writers, know that our characters are pretty much prisoners being held against their will under the farce of safety and protection and things will most likely take a turn for the worse at some point.

However, this isn't a cemented fact IC. The people who run the facility will be giving off the impression that they're not out to harm them. All of this is for their own safety. They're not going to do anything that can be taken as cruel or harmful either physically or psychologically. This means no physical restraints and the like. The sinister undertones will be just that at first. Undertones. Subtle.

If your post involves the scientists or the facility in some way, its best to just ask the GMs before you go ahead and make your post. Please remember to do so in the future. This goes for everyone. From this point on, you will be asked to edit your post if you fail to keep these things in mind.

I'd also like to bring up a couple of other matters in this post.

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