ｈｕｍａｎ ｂｅｉｎｇ

                        “ That book is, in my opinion, less intellectually engaging than various other choices. Have you considered reading Finnegans Wake? ”

                         Panic raced into the masked man’s chest as he heard the gunshot. Holy shit was she bad at taking direction. At least she didn’t aim for him. The man on the floor, high on life, didn’t seem to even notice the bang. If he weren’t so exhausted, Sevastiyan would take that as a major victory. His powers were certainly getting stronger with day to day use. Watching closely as the man lowered himself to the ground, Sevastiyan let himself relax.                         “ We’ll call, but we need to leave. The police don’t take kindly to scary men in masks when they’re surrounded by four unconscious bodies. ”                          He takes her arm, pulling her out of the room before throwing a sleeping gas bomb in it, ensuring they’d stay unconscious until the police got there. The air outside was lovely -- much fresher than that in the musty building. Wrapping one arm around Dove’s waist and pulling her close, he grabbed the grappling hook from his belt, shooting it so it attached to the edge of the roof. “ Hold on, ” he muttered, pulling the trigger to retract the rope, effectively lifting them back up.                          The ascent was a bit... slow. He should talk to Annie about that. It was admittedly a bit awkward before they reached the top. Pushing dove up past the edge, he did his best with what little upper body strength he had to roll onto the cold surface. With a sigh of relief, he pulled his mask off his mouth, taking a few deep breaths. His face was smeared with blood and sweat, a few drops slipping from his nose. He really needs to take a break.                         “ Are you okay? ”

                          If Annie’s device had worked correctly ( which it better, given that the funds came out of the group kitty the team had ) then the other two should be passed out on the ground.                                                 If I can get free, I’ll grab the gun.                           Her thoughts were loud, desperate, distracting. Distracted by her silent noise, he found it hard to predict the next move. As one of the men scrambled for the gun, the other charged at Sevastiyan. Grabbing the albino by the neck and slamming him against the wall, the man bought time for his partner. Sevastiyan’s first instinct was to try and get free, but he knew it would be best if he didn’t. He waited, still and silent, until the pressure on his neck would leave bruises for weeks. At that point, he grabbed onto the man’s arm and shut his eyes tightly, shaking as he imprinted his pain on the other.                             Fear and anxiety filled the eyes of the assailant. It was all mentality -- he wouldn’t die, he wouldn’t bruise like Sevastiyan would, but he felt it all. The fleeting breath, the pressure threatening to collapse his throat, the fingernails digging into his neck. Unable to take it anymore, the man released the hero and scratched at the imaginary hand around his neck.                             As he fell to the ground, Sevastiyan gently cupped his face, forcing docile and gentle thoughts into his head. It’d be hard to fight like that -- it was Sevastiyan’s best bet without physically harming him. Masked gaze turned to the other man, teeth clenching as he realized how close he was to reloading the gun. The hero is losing focus, his head throbbing from the use of his powers, dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Yanking the gun from his hands with his telekinesis, he slid it over to Dove’s feet.                              Keep it, and don’t shoot. ”

                         “ That’s subjective. In a sense, every human being is beautiful. I’d hardly say they’re all sexy, nor would I put the label on you. But you’re human, and that’s lovely. So relish in that, I suppose. ”

                         “ That’s one way to put it, ” Sevastiyan muttered, head resting on the wall as he held the towel against one of the stab wounds on his stomach. It was highly unlikely for him to be stabbed with a knife, but a shard of glass? He didn’t see that coming. That paper white skin of his was decorated with black and blue bruises. He was always more damaged coming out of a mission. “ I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll need a few days off to heal. ”

                         The night was silent, but the thoughts coming from the warehouse were buzzing like a swarm of wasps. Loud, pestering, and unavoidable. Crouched upon the roof looking over the seemingly abandoned shack. Closing his eyes behind his mask, he focused a tad harder. The thoughts of the thugs seemed to fade as he searched for the panicked voice. Soft, close to defeat. Yes, this was certainly the right place.                           Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out one of Annie’s recently procured gadgets ( they seemed to think all these things would help ) and held it tight in his hand. He kept it in his fist as he slid down the ladder, making sure his footsteps were light as they hit the ground His weight seemed to help the lightness of his steps. Pulling off the magnetic blocker on the back of the object, he stuck it to the front door, making a quick escape to the back window of the warehouse. Taking a deep breath ( it was rather hard through his mask ) he hit the button on the controller which corresponded to the gadget. Suddenly, a loud, shrill noise filled the air. Even Sevastiyan winced at it.                                        send two men out -- they should be enough to take out                                        whatever is out there.                          Sevastiyan had hoped to get three of the four out of the room, but two against one was a better chance than one against four. Especially when he could see every punch before it happened. The air smelled of smoke as he slipped through the decrepit window. His feet were light as they hit the ground, though it was still enough to draw their attention. Their gaze left Dove and set upon Sevastiyan. Knowing his actions before they were performed, Sevastiyan used his telekinesis to remove the gun from one of the man’s holsters. It wasn’t as graceful as he’d like, the gun battling between Sevastiyan’s young and hard to control powers and gravity. He was only able to get it a few feet away before his attention was pulled elsewhere. At least it gave him time to spare. His head turned to the woman, then back to the assailants.                         “ Stay calm. I’m getting you out of here. ”

☕  drinking  alcohol  :  never  /  sometimes  /  frequently  /  to  excess ☁  smoking  :  trying  to  quit  /  never  /  sometimes  /  frequently  /  to  excess ✿  other  narcotics  :  never  /  sometimes  /  frequently  /  to  excess ✌  medicinal  drugs  :  never  /  sometimes  /  frequently  /  to  excess ☻  indulgent  food  :  never  /  sometimes  /  frequently  /  to  excess $  splurge  spending  :  never  /  sometimes  /  frequently  /  to  excess ♣  gambling  :  never  /  sometimes ( poker or any other gambling that can be won via mind reading )  /  frequently  /  to  excess

i thought id share some pics of sevastiyan smiling to prove it is a cursed action.

                         “ I don’t really -- have room for another wardrobe. Three jackets, given one is on me, two long sleeved shirts, three pairs of pants, two thin one thick due to spacial constrictions, one pair of shoes, and six pairs on underwear. I buy those new. That’s all that can fit in my backpack at any given time. If I add more to the collection, I wouldn’t have room. Or I would have to invest in a bigger backpack, which cuts into my food funds. ”

                           It was strange how having a place to sleep made you twice as tired. Or maybe it was just the late nights out. Perhaps it was the extensive use of his powers. Okay, well maybe it’s all of those things. While his current bed was far more comfortable than the concrete or a shopping cart, the cheap New York City apartment caught every sound within a building’s radius. And don’t even get him started on his neighbors and their copulating.                             The sun beat down strong as he sat on the stairs leading up to the police station. It was becoming a daily habit at this point. He was, after all, the only one who could hear all the injustices that were denied here. Blackmail, abuse, and all things that the force didn’t have time for. He made lists, delivered them to his partners when they met, and they’d go from there.                             Tapping his fingers on the warm concrete, he looked absently forward. The exhaustion wasn’t making it easy for him to use his powers without pain. All the tiny thoughts of those around him felt like screaming in his ears, much like being in a crowded place with a migraine. It wasn’t until a sniffle caught his attention that he moved. Looking up against the sun, he squinted to make out the figure of someone, shoulders slouched and thoughts weeping. Pushing himself to his feet, he took a few steps forward to match her position. “ Uh... what’s wrong? ”

does anyone want a superhero verse starter?

honestly i feel like annie’s whole vibe is rogue street wear but in fabric that wont be easily damaged by heroic deeds.

at least it’ll keep his identity well hidden

                           Well now that she’s thinking she’ll have to pay, he’ll have to ensure she doesn’t. It’s totally not a pride thing, just a manner of keeping his word. “ There’s a place called Simply Pure where I go sometimes. Or, alternatively, there is a place called Nacho Daddy which has options I can consume, given that you require your meats. ” There were always other options, but none of them were in his price range. If Yukako got the most expensive thing on the menu at any of those places, he’d still be able to get the cheapest. Probably.

                          The both traveled back to New York City in order to meet with Annie. After getting acquainted, the team found their first mission: a young woman being blackmailed into smuggling drugs from place to place. Information was relatively easy to get given Sevastiyan’s ability to read thoughts, but what was next to come was much more dangerous. Without armor or any fancy gadgets, the two were hardly equipped to deal with a crime lord and five bodyguards.                            While Annie remained at home, Sevastiyan and Alonsia fought until they were able to procure and destroy all copies of the blackmail material. On Sevastiyan’s command, the team fled. After reporting this information to Annie, they decided it was in the team’s best interest to procure funding, weaponry, and assistance from the outside world. For the time being, the struggle for supporters and advanced gear is hard, though Annie finds a way to keep them well stocked. Alonsia and Sevastiyan constantly bicker about the route this team should take given that Sevasityan is a pacifist and believes in causing no bodily harm to those they fight.                            Annie, after days of debating, named their team the silent trinity and sewed them outfits with durable fabric meant to provide fashionable protection.