Voss scrolled through the phone, opening every folder, gallery, and text thread. There was no need to access it remotely, all he had to do was apprehend the device, and even then, the subject offered it to him with relatively with no issues. Usually. He was no fool, however. Trusting someone like him will be a mistake, but he did appreciate it. Almost likes having him around. "It seems like you're quite excited to use your... #VossPhone... as you like to put it," he said plainly as he watched an explicit recording with the volume as loud as possible. "However, you need to be mindful about certain alleged experiments and hypothetical locations that may or may not relate to Voss and Voss subsidiaries."
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" i can fucking feel you through the trees, mate. you're really fucking up my hunt. " theodore says this to the air, because even if he doesn't know where they are exactly, he can hear their heartbeat and feel the warmth of their breath through his amplified sensations. with a little bit more fine-tuning, he would have them in his sight already, but he is trying his best not to go that far—because if he does, he will assume they are an enemy and have his gun trained on their head.
that would be unpleasant and disruptive to the mission he has at hand. during the commotion of the recent incident, their sensors picked up some sort of signature from the park. whether it's a miracle, something mundane, or something supernatural, he decided to look for it by himself. now that he feels like he is close, he won't allow himself to be bothered. " this is official sovereign seven business. leave now, or i will take measures. "
"Yeah, I and I can involuntarily hear you in my head. You're not making this any easier for me," Kai shot back to the man. Of course he knew who the other was, whether he liked it or not, but that wasn't going to stop Synch from doing what he needed, or wanted to do. So, he stayed in his spot on the tree, even going as far of letting a little acorn fall on top of the hero's head.
"Is it? Well, they're not doing a very good job of keeping it classified... or executing it," he mumbled, though he wasn't really trying to keep it hidden from the other. The leaves of the tree rustled as the vigil moved around, finding a more advantageous spot. "Maybe I can help you out since you were having such a hard time. I was just up here to retrieve a kite that got stuck."
Well… this was inconvenient. Clarke Winters, aka the calamity known as Nova, had opened up his businesses whorehouses for civilians to stay in. The mob boss may be a villain, but he liked having people on his side. And if there's one thing that his parents had taught him other than how to fight? It's that people perceiving you as ‘good’ is one of the most valuable things. After all, you never know when you might need a favor from someone. Rations were passed out, and most of the people were cuddled up with their loved ones in different corners of the room or couches and spare furniture that had been brought (and cleaned) down here. Clarke made his way to an ajoining room that he was currently using as his office during this chaos.
“Yes?” A few moments after sitting down and taking a few sips of the wine in his wine glass, Clarke heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps. Clarke brought the wine glass up to his lips and took a sip as he heard someone approaching him and let his eyes glance up. “Something I can help you with, handsome?”
Solstice was not unaware of the situation he was in right now, but in desperate times, he had to do whatever for the sake of the greater good. And it was not the business itself that had bothered him but who runs it. Still, his mother taught him to be respectful in other people's homes, especially when they just allowed another group of survivors that Lucien had just escorted to safety. Yet, the hero found himself looking around out of suspicious, trying to make sure everything was alright for those seeking refuge. That was until he accidentally stumbled into another room where the owner was hiding out.
For once, Lucien wasn't prepared. He didn't have a big speech or some prepared one-liner to shout. Instead, he went off instinct, stepping closer and invading the other's space. "I don't care what you get out of this, but you better keep everyone here safe."
🌹 * ﹕ㅤㅤ he was fucking tired, the kind heavier than something a simple sleep could fix. but who was warlord without a war a fight anyway? his lungs burned raw while blood trickled from one ear from overusing his miracle, but he pushed through it all as he tried to fend off the horde of undead near the hospital. and they just kept on coming, ugly necrotic bastards climbing over each other like pests fighting over their next meal, but he couldn't let them get any closer to the wounded. sometimes this miracle felt like a curse, as he could hear every heartbeat through the vibrations in the air and the concrete beneath his feet, and there were too many people. too many goddamned souls relying on him to hold the line.
and the undead were never satisfied no matter how much they'd consumed, running toward him now, so he raised his hands when they got close enough⸻ a powerful shockwave erupting outward in a concentrated pulse. and it was strong enough to turn the first few undead into red mist while the force continued to rip through the rest, going as far as halfway down the block. but something as powerful didn't come easy on his own body either, feeling the microfractures forming in his bones from unleashing such massive force. so he grabbed the automatic rifle slung across his body, aiming for the skulls. the rifle barked, the rounds themselves barely mattering with this kind of resilient enemies, so he amplified every impact until their skulls practically liquefied from the resonance rattling their brains.
but surviving and holding off these things was nearly impossible alone, a crooked little smile parting his lips, teeth visible for only a second as he sensed another coming close⸻ hopefully to help. " hope you're ready to fight for your fuckin' life, " saint huffed at the other without even sparing them a glance, continued to shoot the undead motherfuckers, better to assume they were competent to have even more fired up. @mortalduality
Darkness loomed over them for days, a heavy presence that pressed against Solstice's chest. Even though he couldn't see the stars above, the energy still fueled him, a small comfort in the gloom. The dome’s interference unsettled him deeply. His powers, once reliable and rhythmic, had now twisted into an unstable form, leaving him anxious. His dark curls, bleached silver and gold, mirrored his conflicted feelings, and the pressure around him responded unnaturally. Like a collapsing star, he was stunning, powerful, and dangerous.
Throughout it all, the hero kept running as support while exhaustion gnawed at him. He offered himself like a human reactor to those suffering major outages, feeling both proud and burdened. Helping the people of Halcyon soothed him, yet he secretly hoped expending his powers might ease the chaos inside him. Each act of service was both a blessing and a desperate attempt to find balance.
Still, as the endless nights dragged on, he couldn't ignore the conflict raging nearby. Weariness seeped into his bones, but determination forced him onward. He jumped atop the roof, craving purpose. Usually, he’d fly in full daylight, but the altered gravity now felt surreal; each jump was as weightless as his own resolve. He smiled ruefully at the absurdity, desperate for reassurance that his efforts mattered. Silly or not, he pressed forward, clinging to hope.
It only took a few hops in the air to find one man desperately holding back a horde of ferocious beasts. Solstice, nerves singing with anticipation, made another ridiculous hop, expecting to float, but gravity around him betrayed him, shifting around him before hurtling him downward like a comet. A crater formed, shock and adrenaline mixing inside him as he surveyed the mysterious viscera. "Only if you do the same, but I ain't gonna let you show me up," Lucien shot back, wiping the remains off his face with a look of grim humor. Solstice met his gaze, sharing an unspoken bond of struggle, and struck the ground with a closed fist. Instead of a seismic blast, demonic forms floated in the air, rendered immobile. Relief flooded him. "Okay, yeah. That works just as fine," he said, emotion thick in his voice.
Two sets of steps echoed anxiously through the hospital halls. Lucien walked with determined urgency, his voice low as he spoke to a well-dressed woman who was older than him. Though she balanced a tablet and assorted items under her arm, the hero’s tempo nearly swept her off her feet. Yet after the shadows that clung to his recent days, Lucien was not here for himself. He ignored the persistent sting of unhealed injuries and the exhaustion that throbbed through his muscles. His purpose was to bring hope to the city’s children. Despite all he had sacrificed for Halcyon, his heart still burned with concern for those in need. He came to lift spirits, offering a fragile thread of comfort as the city struggled to heal.
Heavy thoughts weighed on Lucien’s mind, shadows nearly as dark as the scenes he had witnessed. Sunlight warmed his skin again, but guilt gnawed at him for those lost, denied another sunrise. Even as Halcyon embraced survival, the emptiness left by fallen lives pressed against him, restless and aching. Sitting still was impossible as his heart demanded he stay present for those who needed him, the only respite he could allow himself. Training would begin anew, harder than ever, but at this moment, reaching out was his way to heal.
Their hurried journey came to a sudden stop, tension lingering between them. The assistant retrieved the cover bag from under her arm and, with a knowing smile, handed it to Lucien. “Everything you need should be right here. If my handling left a few wrinkles, I trust you’ll stretch them right out. That being said, the room behind you should be the one they allowed you to use.” Sandra’s voice raced, tracing familiar lines of their rapport. Lucien managed a grateful smile despite her attention already drawn back to her tablet. “I’ll be over there dealing with other matters, but I trust you’ll manage perfectly.” Her footsteps faded with a warning, “Just don’t get blood on it; it’s such a bitch to clean,” blending a fleeting warmth with her concern.
Lucien entered the uncertain room, heart fluttering as he unzipped the black bag to reveal a bright white, golden-accented hero costume. He hadn’t seen it in ages, and now its cartoonish flash felt almost surreal, a relic of sorts. A bittersweet smile flickered across his face as he remembered how this suit once brought laughter to children. He tried not to wince as he stripped down, bones weary and muscles stiff, but the promise of joyful faces spurred him. Solstice wrestled into the costume, struggling more than he had fighting monsters, when suddenly the door swung open, exposing his vulnerability. “Whoa there, buddy,” he called out, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “My bad, am I in the wrong place?” Solstice apologized quickly, tension breaking with uneasy laughter.
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The unnatural night continued to drag along. With each swing, Eirik struck down another monster, divine magic illuminating his weapon. This was what the half-blood had trained for all his life. Despite his dislike for repetition, every battle felt like the same cycle, only the location changed tonight. Yet, something about the unfolding events gave him a sense of déjà vu. As another mysterious figure approached, Eirik noticed its presence was familiar, but lacked the darkness of the others. Unlike previous encounters, this energy was unique, and unsettlingly familiar, almost as though he had faced it already tonight.
Blood and sweat covered the demigod as he gripped his spear, standing tall amid viscera from slain enemies, resembling a threat rather than a defender. He turned, locking eyes with the dark-haired man who approached purposefully. "You again?" The blonde scoffed, shifting his weapon to rest on his shoulder. "I am not surprised a miracle is not able to handle themselves and is desperate for my assistance."
It may have seemed like the civvy was mindlessly wandering through the ruined streets of Halcyon, but Rafi was somehow navigating the ruins better than anyone could have expected. Fear tightened his breath as he dodged danger at every turn, the scrapes and cuts he had accumulated tonight burned as reminders of his desperate struggle to survive. Yet, he did not find himself at a safehouse. Instead, he pressed on, compelled by the haunting suggestions of the words he only saw.
It was irrational not to obey his anxious judgment of staying at the bunker, but it hasn't failed him yet. More importantly, that impulse seemed to guide him toward something unclear. Still, he listened, as if his conscience led him through it all. So far, it has brought him to a familiar face.
“Jace?” The man said to himself as he ran towards the other, hands all over him, trying to inspect his old friend for any major injuries. “Thank god you’re alive. Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need to get to safety?” A million questions asked per minute.
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Rafi, his badly do you want to taste Jace’s “Pastries”
HONESTY SPELL – Still accepting
"You know, I could definitely go for one! I usually go for the pain au chocolat, but maybe it's time to try some of the other things they offer. All of it looks pretty appetizing."
synch, if you had been gifted a different set of abilities, what would they be?
HONESTY SPELL – Still accepting
With how worried Synch had been with his own powers in the past, he's never really thought about having a different... gift. In fact, what was more likely was that he used to wish to not have his miracle at all. However, almost like an impulse, his mouth began to move before he could even finish processing the thought. "I think portal creation would be real cool–Actually... some beast transformation type beat? Big arms, horns, wings, claws and fangs? That shit might be it." He didn't find his answer embarrassing but he did feel uncomfortable not having control of himself. Which served as a reminder of his own powers and its effects.
rafi, how does it feel to have a power some might consider useless?
"Actually, if you really think about," Rafi was quick to say, even with a finger pointing up. "My ability to see subtitles can be quiet useful for someone who might be hearing impaired or might have trouble capturing every word in a conversation." What he said made him feel proud, proven by the smile on his face. And yet he felt like something was still coming up that he couldn't hold back. "But for the most part, I hate it. Everyone looks down on me for having an ability with no combative capabilities. Even when I try my best to explain how useful it is with my line of work. I always tell them, 'I can understand what everyone says, regardless of the language,' but then I am reminded can never communicate back properly so it just becomes pointless. Somehow, people have made me feel worse for having this gift than those who don't even have a miracle because they just think it's a waste of potential."
💀 HONESTY THURSDAY! OR IS IT LAST MEAL THURSDAY ? things are looking dire in halcyon with this endless night, so now's the perfect time for last minute confessions and truth. the situation is certainly making everyone feel compelled to tell the truth for the next twenty-four hours, so reblog this if you want to receive questions and please send questions to whoever you see on the dash! give and receive!
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Synch could only accomplish so much in a crisis like this. Every breath weighed heavier, and nothing about it felt even remotely realistic. Escorting civilians to safety had devolved into a suicide mission. Still, it was Kai's sole focus tonight, even as dread gnawed at him.
In the unnatural darkness of the dome, the man had left a safehouse to return out to scout the now chaotic streets of Halcyon for any more survivors. Even with the discord that was ensuing, it was unnervingly quiet in his mind, as the only thoughts he could hear were his own. Fear pressed against his chest, exhaustion burned in his muscles, but Kai pressed on, driven by a raw determination to rescue anyone he could. He tried to reframe the silence, telling himself it meant everyone was somewhere safe, but worry splintered through him. Just as he was going to explore another block, screams for help shattered the hush, jolting his heart. As fast as his weary legs allowed him, Synch ran to the source, adrenaline flooding his veins. Instead of finding the zombies he had slowly become accustomed to tonight, he found an even more monstrous creature instead. Terror froze him for a moment, but he pushed through, guns ablazing, desperate to drown his fear in action.
Bullets sprayed at the creature, pulling their focus from the bystander onto him, creating an opportunity for the other to escape. “GO!” Synch screamed, voice ragged with urgency and fear, as he forced his weapon to stay steady on the monster. It appeared to have been weakened, but just as ravenous, its presence sent chills through him. Kai refused to take any chances. The moment the zombie began to approach him, and the civvy started to make their way to safety, Kai took a few backward steps before he turned and darted away, lungs burning.
In his escape, he noticed a tanker truck and got a wild idea. Without a moment to spare, Kai began to overclock, pushing his body beyond its limits. Everything around him suddenly slowed down as he forced himself to react at unbelievable speeds, pulse pounding in his ears. He broke into the truck and hotwired it in moments, a surge of reckless hope rising alongside dread. Slamming his hand against the roof of the truck, screaming in exhilaration, he stomped the gas pedal to the floor, daring himself and the vehicle to their limits. Engines roared like his determination as Synch’s target grew closer. Finally, in the very last moment, the vigil pushed himself to overclock once more, his senses sharpened, desperation raw, so he could leap out and get some distance before everything exploded in an inferno behind him.
Kai didn’t even have the chance to celebrate this feat. His body trembled, feeling like it was crumbling, but even then, he forced himself up. Jaw clenched, eyes burning, he pointed his weapon at the figure hiding from him. “Make yourself known. What do you need?” His voice was harsh, cracked with exhaustion and bravado.
███████████ ████████ INTERNAL DOSSIER
VIGIL FILE — CONFIDENTIAL
SUBJECT: ZHENG, KAI
FILE ID: XY-89-2718
SECURITY LEVEL: INTERNAL ACCESS ONLY
NAME : Kai Zheng
AGE : 29
GENDER : Cis-Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bisexual
ROLE : Vigilante
POSITION: Unaffiliated
AFFILIATION : Unaffiliated
APPEARANCE:
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
EYES: Dark brown eyes that rarely appear fully relaxed. During active psionic strain, faint violet discoloration appears around the iris and lower eyelids.
HAIR: Black, layered, and slightly overgrown. Usually styled unintentionally from constantly running his hands through it.
BUILD: Muscular, Athletic, Acrobatic. Strong lower-body conditioning and high flexibility.
NOTABLE FEATURES: Maintains eye contact long enough to unsettle people unintentionally. Chronic dark circles from insomnia and psychic overstimulation.
CLOTHING STYLE: Everything Kai wears prioritizes mobility, comfort, and regulation, all while trying to keep attention off of him. So, he usually wears dark or muted color palettes, oversized layers, hooded jackets and compression shirts. Fortunately, he is not a complete hermit, so it all looks like current streetwear.
SUIT: Form fitting for mobility and combat, with some armor placed around vital points, and a mask covering his eyes and nose The design was something he didn’t care about, so it’s a dull charcoal color. When he started on his own, it would be made out of thrifted clothes. But now, he's been able to upgrade it a bit. Still, it's nothing extravagant.
PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR:
SKILLS & HOBBIES: First Aid, Lock picking, People Reading, Lying, Cooking, Gardening, Pottery Rollerblading.
LIKES: Late Night Diners, Hands, Hobbies he's bad at, Sunday Morning Laundry.
PRIMARY: Kai’s mind continuously and involuntarily synchronizes with nearby nervous systems and surface-level cognition. Rather than fully reading minds, he perceives fragmented thoughts, emotional impulses, instinctive reactions, and subconscious intent as ambient psychic noise surrounding him. This also allows him to subconsciously detects hostile intent and bodily preparation moments before attacks are executed. At higher levels of synchronization, Kai can forcibly interfere with another person’s nervous system.
SECONDARY: Kai subconsciously amplifies his own nervous system through psionic feedback loops, dramatically accelerating: reflexes, speed, precision, pain tolerance, and strength. The subject processes environmental stimuli at abnormal speeds, often reacting to threats before conscious recognition occurs. During these heightened states time appears to be slowed from his perspective and neural activity spikes dangerously.
LIMITATIONS:
DISPARAGED IMAGE: With the events that has occurred in Synch's past, he has sworn to not use his gifts and subconsciously has put mental blocks on himself. This prevents him from using the full extent of his powers, especially mind possession
RANGE: He typically requires line-of-sight, proximity, or physical/mental contact. Any long-range attacks or enemies outside his sensory awareness proves to be harder to influence or detect. Although it is possible, it is at the expense of his well-being
STRAIN: Repeated use of his overclocking ability leads to potential physical ailments, especially if done repeatedly and for prolonged periods of time.
ORIGIN AND NORMAL LIFE:
DESCRIPTION ON FILE : Despite being skilled with the ability to control people, Synch has taken the unorthodox approach by becoming a physical combatant. What makes him a formidable opponent is actually his mind synchronization. He uses it to read his opponent’s next move to make an appropriate action, and even uses his psionic capabilities to overclock his body and land the final blow. People don’t doubt that he would have been an impressive long range hero, but an incident in the past has made him swear off using his mind possession.
BEHIND THE HERO : Kai used to be a musician and performer, a ruse used by a corporation to exploit his natural mind possession. An event that went wrong exposed Kai with such skills when he used them to protect civilians. However, public perception was not on his side, especially when his management used him as a scapegoat. Since then, he’s been deemed a manipulator and even villainous, sparking numerous conspiracies against him. Since then, he’s been working on his abilities, choosing a path for himself. Despite his past, he tries to act like things are normal, even though he’s constantly consumed by paranoia and anger against authority. But people don’t see that.
BIOGRAPHY:
MEDIOCRE BEGINNINGS:
Kai's life initially was mediocre at best. He had a roof over his head, warm enough meals, and ambivalent parents who made sure he was alive. Even though he didn't know exactly what it was, he always felt like he wasn't supposed to be part of the picture. Even if his family did enough to care for him. It was when a talent agent bumped into him and his family that things changed. He was quick to compliment Kai, telling him he's adorable and explaining to his parents that he had the potential to be something big. Such great assessments were made with only a glance, but that was enough for his parents to decide that their son would be their winning lottery ticket.
CHILD STAR
This agent kept his promise about who Kai could be. Making sure to put the young boy in commercial work as soon as possible, as if to test for something. And when they noticed the trend of increased sales for the products he was promoting, he continued to put him to work. Profiting from the kid's hidden talent. But this was not the end of it, as they planned to be strategic to make the most of him. And with Kai's parents already prey to the hypnotic grasp of the income he managed to bring in, this tool was free for him to use. So, when the agent suggested for Kai to take part of a hero entertainment group, they were both quick to accept and sign any necessary forms to guarantee their gain. Essentially, relinquishing him to the corporation.
TRAINING HIS GIFTS:
Initially, Kai was just kept in the dark. Only being told that all of the training he did was to become the best performer and hero in the scene. Going to sleep late. Waking up earlier. Eating what the agency wanted for him. Dance practice. Exercise. Acting. Martial arts training. Etiquette classes. Pushing his body until he threw up. It was inhumane. But of course, wanting to receive the validation from both management and his parents, he fell into their indoctrination and pushed his body beyond his limits. Unaware of what they were doing to him.
The conditioning continued, this time as a group. Even though they were supposed to work as a team, it was being set up like a competition among the members. Having Kai's ear whispered to him by management that it was alright for him to use his powers to keep his group synchronized, even if they resisted. Or to make the crowd enjoy their song, even if it was deliberately created to be disliked by the general public. The higher-ups did everything they could to keep pushing all the gifts they had noticed so many years ago, with the desire to use Kai specifically as a future politician and become a mouthpiece for their ulterior motives.
THE BIG BREAK:
Despite the hurdles purposefully placed in front of the group, things were slowly coming to fruition. Fans. Endorsements. Fame. Kai was becoming skilled at what he did, all while doing something he actually loved. Or learned to love. At this point, he wasn't sure anymore. But he thought he was making things better for everyone. At least, that's what he was told and what he convinced himself was the truth. It wasn't until a televised event that was supposed to shoot them to stardom, exposed him and his abilities instead.
After all the years he's been under the agency's tutelage, Kai has come to expect tasks to be put in front of them to become better. However, he wasn't sure what happened was their doing. Or at least, not fully. A mechanical mishap occurred that would quickly spiral out of control. All he was taught in his life was to follow orders, and he was clearly told to leave the stage. But he panics. Kai couldn't leave when people needed help. His power piqued, his emotion surging through the field as he broadcasts too widely. People begin to freeze, jerk, and move in unison as they help each other exit the premises. This is the most impressive use of his powers ever. It saves lives. But it is chaotic, raw, uncontrolled — and very visible. And someone recorded it.
Kai was the golden boy. He wasn't supposed to act on his own. He disobeyed orders. He let the whole team down. And management pivoted instantly. They made him the sacrificial lamb. A scapegoat to hide their true intentions. Leaking selective footage to make him seem unstable, invasive, and willing to harm the group and fans. That's when fans finally attacked him both online and in person. His parents turned on him. Sponsors cut him out of all the merchandising. He becomes the villain of the story. All while he saved dozens of people.
ROCK BOTTOM:
After being disgraced by the company, his reputation disparaged by his fans, and left to fend for himself. Kai was lost. All he knew for sure was that he would swear never to use his gifts again. From then on, he did whatever it took to survive. He took whatever gig came his way to scrounge up enough money for the next meal. Even when he was completely struggling, he never once possessed someone's mind. Choosing to do everything through blood, sweat, and tears.
People still talked about him, even when he left Halcyon, but that wasn't going to hold him back. Kai continued to grow, training his body beyond measure, since that's all he knew. And even though people still saw him in a negative light, he became a street hero of sorts. Stopping minor crimes from escalating through his other capabilities. It was a hard life, but it was his own life finally. It wasn't until two years ago that he was given a lifeline when he was invited to Fortitude to learn under them. Though after what he had gone through, Kai rejected it. They could call themselves heroes, but they were still people with power over others, and he wasn't going through that again. However, as the weeks passed, the challenges began to wear the man down until he stopped and thought about wanting more for himself. And even though he was gonna hate it, he knew what needed to be done.
Returning to the city only a couple weeks ago, Kai returned to the public eye, deciding to hide who he was and play this game his own way. Anger and fear consumed him, but he smiled widely at everyone who passed by him. If false narratives could dictate his life, then he could write another lie to help improve it.
