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

@Surtr Inc Gonna keep my text to Hagan but edit for that context because I'm sure Martin still informed him of how the support group went.

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

@Surtr Inc Got Martin up, was unclear if Lynette and Aliana are there so I'll add her to the next reply if they are.

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

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The Reid Farmhouse - Mason Square

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Overly long text to Hagan

To: Hagan
Full comprehensive rundown of the situation at hand. Think of this text like a field journal, but it's written by a sarcastic gay guy and being sent to you through text message.
Everyone who went to Camp Murder has powers but not just those people. Other people who weren't even there have powers as well so all of my theories have been discarded. I can make shadows. It's likely that you have a power as well, you might wanna work on figuring that out, big guy. We are living in a superhero movie except we're all idiot teens and I'm scared.
We met God today, I think. It claimed it wasn't God but I think it was. We got a vision together. It feels like I dropped acid. Anyway, it was rad and you missed out. If rad involves uh.. hallucinating as a group and Scott Reese.

He wasn't excited.
It was only natural that he'd be feeling apprehensive towards this little adventure. It wasn't safe, it wasn't guaranteed to help and something about old farms just creeped him out. Having so many of the Camp Massacre kids back together on a mission together made him uncomfortable. It didn't really matter to him that they were all super freaks of nature, they were still a bunch of idiotic kids. Idiotic kids were impulsive, they made stupid decisions and they did stupid things, it was only a matter of time before one of them ended up doing something dumb as shit.

He didn't want to be afraid forever but it was hard to shake that fear when he was constantly waiting for the next attack. He and Grant had showed up late to Sucre earlier and missed Scott by an inch and a little part of him had been grateful. He didn't know why but he'd been afraid that Scott might remember him as the guy that escaped his axe and that didn't sit well with him. He didn't want to be the prey that got away, he hoped he'd been unmemorable enough that Scott would overlook him if they ever met face to face again.

With a sick feeling inside of him, Martin went to join Rita in her group because when all else failed, it was best to turn to Rita. He knew that she was using her Abstraction on Britney but did well in keeping his mouth shut because he knew that she probably didn't want to get caught. A slight curious part of him also wanted to see what information would come rolling out of Britney with the proper probing. It wasn't malicious, this curiousity, it was just suspicious. He had felt like so many of his questions had gone unanswered.

An Abstraction like Rita's was useful here and he was glad that he knew the truth behind it. When he'd gone on his honesty spiel with her, he had been insanely embarassed. He was still a little embarassed. It made him curious of what she had managed to reap out of people since they had left Cafe Sucre that day. Though her power was useful and good for interrogation, it was also invasive and kind of unnerving. It made him feel a little on guard.

He tried not to think about his discomfort around her Abstraction, saying a quiet, "I'll join this group." he had opted to wear his long black coat again, the collar was pulled high to obscure his neck marking. "If you'll have me."

After the little exchange about dating that he'd had with Grant, he almost hoped that he'd join this group too. He could use more friends around if terrible things were destined to happen tonight but he understood if the boy chose to follow his sister wherever she planted herself. He was just glad to have Rita at least, even if he'd promised himself not to get all stupid and protective over her again, he was much more comfortable with her nearby.

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

My next post will be up later today.

Breaking the Sun

SAGE

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"Now just hang on a moment there Elliot Rodger, I know you're the closest we have to the plucky teenager of the group, but if you think you'll be able to talk to the guy after he's been taken away by the guards, then I've somehow been giving you too much credit this whole time. At best, they call you a retard and turn you away without beating the shit out of you. At best. Besides, we probably won't even have to do anything. In comics, this kinda shit usually works itself out."

Though, Alexander said it in the most wordy way possible, he had a point. There was absolutely no way that Sage was going to get close enough to Roger that he'd be able to speak to him about his visions and no amount of conspiring with these assholes was going to change that. Though, he couldn't help how glum that made him feel. It was hard to hear about someone having visions and know that his own visions were unreachable at the moment.

He couldn't help but find himself hyper fixating on this isshe like an ache in his tooth. He had once had visions constantly and taken them for granted, they'd sort of fucked him up in a way but they were still his visions. No matter how gritty and bloody that those visions got, they were his to bear and he liked having them. They made him special, they set him aside, it may have not been an overt power or a dangerous power but it was his.

Without those powers, he felt sort of useless.
He drove his fist into the table, glaring up at Alexander, because if all else fails, take it out on Alexander. "Oh, would you shut up? I'm an adult, Goddamn you! I'm a full fledged fucking adult!" and his voice was starting to rise, "I know it makes it easier for you to cope or some shit by pretending I'm your teenager little brother that you can just bully whenever you get bored but-"

His outburst was cut short by the sound of Kennedy raising his voice to confront the staff at the Paragon. He was initially taken aback by the sound of the man yelling, his voice cut through the tense air immediately. It was hard not to be startled, the old professor was usually so mild-mannered and yet... yet something seemed very staged about all of this. Sure, Kennedy seemed passionate enough, sure, he was being loud and assertive, sure but there was a gleam in his eye.

Suddenly, Sage understood and all was right in the world. Kennedy was being dragged off but Sage was just starting to get comfortable again, he had not eaten his slop just yet but he was feeling satisfied. Kennedy was goimg to get the information that they all wanted, he had done it in the only way possible. He'd thrown himself into isolation, it was a move that Sage was going to congratulate him on later.

A new tone was taken with Alexander, this one amused and placated like a child that had inevitably got his way. Even if it was at the cost of a friend. "Nevermind my outburst, feel free to continue being an absolute douchenozzle."

He focused his attention back on the rest of the surrounding attendees, his mouth daring on a smile, his voice is kept very quiet. "Does anyone want my tray? I'm not very hungry and I'm thinking that we should mull over what just happened while we still have some time."

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

@Surtr Inc Added Aliana into my last reply. She's mostly bitching and moaning.

Breaking the Sun

My next post will be up sometime today to keep us rolling. B)

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

I'll be doing Aliana's post informing Lynette of the events and generally just being exasperated with life.

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

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Grand Ridge Academy to Café Sucre.

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Martin was glad that Grant didn't question him because the scenario was bordering on hectic, and time was kind of short. 

He was also grateful that he was willing to join him on this impossible mission. He may have been determined but he wasn't prepared. If Grant hadn't been outside the room then he might have took off on his own instead of bringing support. It was important to have back up on these things, especially with the infamous Scott Reese. He had faced off once with that creature on his own, and once had been more than enough for him. The anxiety of facing down that path again was very overwhelming.

It was haunting, he was stuck in this endless loop of remembering how that thing had laughed when it thought it had sunk it's axe into him. It wasn't ever going to sit well with him and talking about it, even briefly was going to upset him a little. He knew that it was important though that Grant knew exactly what they were up against. He drew in a breath, nodding and leading the boy quickly out the door, he kept his phone open in preparation of Grant's responses, keeping the screen from going black.

He wasn't walking and he wasn't jogging, it was just a very brisk and determined pace. "This isn't my car, mind you," said the boy, grimacing. "It's my mom's secondary car, I try not to use it too much because spite is stronger than common sense but I think we need it now."

The boy quickly unlocked the door of a dingy silver Prius, hopping into the driver side and unlocking Grant's door for him. "Your sister went to Café Sucre, she was.. She was being followed by Scott Reese." he adjusted the mirror, starting the car up. "Scott Reese is the guy that committed the camp massacre, I was there that night. I.. I.. It's not easy to talk about but he nearly uh- he nearly hacked me in half."

A laugh that sounded slightly bitter somehow, "I provided a distraction and I nearly paid for it because stupid people die the easiest."

Grant kept up the pace as he followed Martin to his car, or rather, his mom's car. Despite his mind racing he still recognized the tone in his friend's voice as he gave his concise summary of it. He had gotten the feeling that Martin's relationship with his mother wasn't the best through past conversations, so he understood what he meant when he explained why he usually didn't drive it.

Nonetheless he quickly got in on the passenger side once the door was unlocked, and as Martin prepared to drive off he explained the situation with Jasmine. Grant was glad that his friend was telling him everything aloud, since that was definitely much faster at the moment, yet he couldn't help but feel his heart rise up into his throat as he realized just what was going on.

To: Martin

We were supposed to meet up at the Cafe later...

He had no idea why Jasmine was followed and attacked, she didn't even have anything to do with what was happening in this hell hole town. But now more than ever he was beginning to feel like it was his fault. He came back to this town when he knew something ominous was hidden deep within it, he knew it was likely going to be dangerous but he came back anyway, thinking that he'd only be putting himself in harm's way. But now his sister was in danger, pursued by the killer they'd discussed just earlier that day. And judging by Martin's description of Scott Reese, this wasn't any ordinary serial killer.

But he also got a sense of self-deprecation from Martin, who seemed to having a hard time talking about what happened at all. A look of concern fell onto Grant's face; he could understand what it felt like to have his life threatened by dumb decisions and then having to look back on it later.

To: Martin

You're still alive. Can't really be that stupid.

"It was pretty stupid, brave but stupid." he responded, adjusting his phone so it was propped up on the dashboard. "I ran like hell afterwards."

The likelihood of his phone falling to its doom was increasingly high as he pulled the car out of the parking lot. He wasn't really in the place to worry about possibly losing sight of the road. He was pretty much driving a bit carelessly as it was, kicking the car into high gear with reckless abandon. "Anyway, there's a lot of bad shit in this town, but I'm sure you know that. It doesn't take so long to start seeing all that's really wrong here."

He kind of got the feeling that Grant had more than enough interest in what was wrong in Farmerhill. The guy had always struck him as intuitive, asking the right questions at the right time. He was sharp, that was one of the reasons that Martin liked him so much. He liked a person that was willing to dig a little deeper, that was willing to go the extra mile. He was honestly glad that Grant was his friend, he couldn't have ended up with better backup.

The car took a sharp turn as Martin blew through a stop sign, mostly lucky that another car didn't clip him. "After the camping thing, me and a few other kiddos started developing these powers, I guess. Kind of like magic."

Then, as if realizing how absurd that statement sounded, he laughed. "Sorry, I'm not sure if you'll believe that or not. I can't really display it while I'm driving but I promise that I'll show you soon."

Grant could feel himself holding on tightly to his seat as Martin took a particularly sharp turn after speeding past a stop sign. While he was afraid that they could get into a wreck at any moment, he was still glad that Martin seemed to be in as much of a hurry as he personally felt in reaching the Cafe. And besides that, they hadn't wrecked yet, so Martin had to know what he was doing. Grants trusted that he would get them both safely to the Cafe, he was sure of it.

Speaking of trust, Martin soon revealed to him something that Lynette had, understandably, been hesitant to outright state. So then, Martin was another one of these students from the camping trip to develop super powers, huh? That would explain the neck tattoo then, he'd never asked about it since no one else seemed to comment on it anyway, but Lynette had mentioned something about a mark earlier and it was possible she was talking about something like that.

Grant wondered if he should tell him what he already knew, but figured now might not be the best time. He did want to tell him, but it would be a long story and he didn't want Martin to have to read a small essay while also trying to drive. Keeping his eyes off the road like that would be too dangerous, but he could get into detail later once the dust had settled and they had more time to talk. Still, a response was in order.

To: Martin

I believe you. You're not the kind of person to make shit up. Plus...I think I might like you.

There was a pause, before Grant's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull as he quickly typed up another text.

To: Martin

*I might be like you

Holy fuck, now was not the time for awkward typos.

"Why Grant," the boy joked, despite the anxiety that he was feeling. "If you wanted to go on a date, all you had to do was ask-"

A choked noise of fear as the Prius bumped the curb but he quickly steered it back onto the right path. There was a wide-eyed fear that was settling over the boy, but he was maintaining a very tight grin. "I can make shadows and darkness, I'm uh, it's a useless power. It's good for shutting up classrooms though."

After a moment of consideration, he offered. "Though, if you do ever want to go on a date, I'm free pretty much any time after we check up on this hellscape."

He was shaking down to his bones but he wasn't stopping the car and that was what mattered. He couldn't help the growing fear inside of him and the revelation that Grant had gained abilities as well was one mark through his theory that it was just the camp kids that had gone screwy. He was madly curious though, he wanted to know what Grant was capable of and he was definitely going to ask when he wasn't operating a motor vehicle.

He jerked the car into the parking lot of Sucre a bit haphazardly, throwing open his door and leaping out. He opened Grant's for him as well, mostly on habit. 

For once, Grant was glad he couldn't speak, because he was sure he would've been babbling out a response that would be desperately trying to backtrack on what he'd meant to say. But alas, he couldn't say a single word, and Martin had replied quicker than he could even attempt to type. Thankfully he was at least giving him an out by playing it off as a joke...right? It could be interpreted as a joke, but at the same time it was entirely possible that it was actually a serious offer. Well, Martin was pretty cute-

A sudden bump on the road broke Grant from his thoughts. Damn it, why was he even thinking about that? This wasn't the time or the place; Martin was his friend, and Jasmine was in trouble! He knew his mind could wander but this was serious! Yes, maybe he did like- wait, no, he had to focus.

Instead he paid attention when Martin described his power, nodding in acknowledgment. Shadow manipulation...interesting. His friend didn't seem to think too highly of his power, but Grant found it fascinating. If he could control shadows, then did that extend to being able to make images and illusions with them? Could he steal other people's shadows? Cause distractions and mind games? And when he controlled darkness, did that essentially allow him to blind people? Could he even remove darkness from an area? He wanted to ask him about all the possibilities, though he supposed they didn't really have time to get into those details right now.

They made it to the Cafe right about then. As they parked and Martin hurriedly got out of the car, Grant quickly typed up a message for him, showing it on his own phone's screen once his friend opened up his door for him.

To: Martin

I can remove sounds

He got out of the car after that. He nodded in thanks to Martin for taking him there, then looked over at the Cafe building. He was about to run inside, but then he saw...something, a monster of sorts, leap through the roof and away from the area. He stood there, too stunned to move after seeing that and only barely realizing that they weren't the first to show up.

'Oh God. Please, let Jasmine be ok.'

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Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.

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Aliana Agüero was not happy.
She was pretty much muddling through the growing negative feelings that this group had brought up for her, and the fact that it was quickly disbanding was even worse. When Lynette returned to her and asked her for a rundown of the situation, she couldn't help the passionate anger that flashed across her face. She held up one hand, adorned in gaudy rings and well manicured.

She began to tick off on her fingers, the ways in which this went horribly wrong. "First off, this was some kind of fucking set up because it obviously wasn't a support group."

She hated this and everything that happened was more than enough to make her wish that she had never left Florida. Obviously something was real fucking screwy in Farmerhill and she wasn't built to deal with this kind of stuff. Something about watching her world crumble around her was enough to set her into that very rare aggressive state. She stood, gesturing around the mostly empty room.

"All of us, that were here a moment ago, all of us have some kind of messed up power," she said this with an overly dramatic flair, "Shadows, fire, and drawings coming to life, oh my!"

With a punctuating point to the door, "And then we all shared a vision with some kind ass backwards fledgling God saying that we should all work in harmony through the power of friendship! Like we're all going to hold hands and start singing together. It's ludicrous. Scott was on the move, we got to see that, so Penny and Count Dorkula and the whole super squad rushed out the door to get him. I'm stuck here because I can barely process this!"

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

@Surtr Inc Me and @Mike73 are finishing up a small collab to pull Martin and Grant to Sucre.