1921.

“ no. everything i’ve done, everyone i’ve ‘hurt’ –– it’s all been in the name of the greater good. some people may have to get hurt along the way, but that’s life: hurt. ”

“ i didn’t ruin anything. had i known earlier, there would’ve been no need for confrontation, you see ?? i am not the destructor. will i still try to convince him ?? i’m no monster, so of course i will. we may not be on... good terms right now, but i’d still help him if he were open to it. ”

drained.

“ my first semi-successful experiment was both exhilarating and exhausting. i was in the hospital for two days following it. i don’t know why they were so concerned –– it was just a couple of grand-mal seizures. did it leave me tired ?? yes. did i feel like i needed to be confined to a hospital ?? no. ”

crazed.

“ i don’t know what this is even supposed to mean. ”

chained.

“ those years i spent following my parents’ orders: i didn’t see it, i didn’t hear it, i wouldn’t say nothing ever in my life. of all things i could’ve been chained to, i was chained to myself and the thoughts and memories and temptations –– but they were right: i didn’t see it. i didn’t hear it. i wouldn’t say nothing ever in my life. you see, there is nothing worse than being chained to your own thoughts. ”

excitement.

“ there’ve been a few exciting things to happen to me in my life –– acceptance into yale, becoming certified, discovering absolute breakthroughs –– but nothing has ever made my heart fill with joy and excitement the same way that the day maggie said ‘yes’ did. ”

send me your assumptions assumptions about my muse. i may only answer with ‘correct,’ ‘nope’ or ‘kinda.’

rage

“ y’know, i can’t think of a good example of any time i’ve ever felt actual rage. i’ve been frustrated before –– really frustrated –– but rage… that’s one emotion i don’t know much about. ”

loss

“ when maggie and sawyer left, i was directly told i was ‘inconsolable.’ can you blame me, though ?? i had built a life around them –– my life with them was perfect. two years later, it still feels just as fresh as it did the day the door closed and i was alone. i will get them back, though. i’ve got to. ” @vibratiions

vengeful

send in assumptions about my muse. i’ll only respond with “correct,” “nope,” or “kinda.”

appearance

i am over 5‘5“ / i wear glasses/contacts / i have blond hair / i wear sweatshirts a lot / i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / i have one or more piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair/ i have gotten plastic surgery / i have or had braces / i sunburn easily / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / i am pleased with how i look / i prefer nike to adidas / i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies and talents

i play a sport / i can play an instrument / i am artistic / i know more than one language / i have won a trophy in some sort of competition / i can cook or bake without a recipe / i know how to swim / i enjoy writing / i can do origami / i prefer movies to tv shows / i can execute a perfect somersault / i enjoy singing / i could survive in the wild on my own / i have read a new book series this year / i enjoy spending time with friends / i travel during school or work breaks / i can do a handstand

experiences

i have had my first kiss / i have gotten drunk / i have told a crush i like them / i have traveled outside of the country / i have flown on an airplane / i have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / i have had a near-death experience / i have caught something on fire / i have performed in a talent show / i have shot a gun / i have been on tv / i have gone scuba diving / i have broken a bone / i have slow-danced / i have gone on a shopping spree

relationships

i am in a relationship / i have a crush / i have a best friend / i have known a friend for over ten years / i have a brother / i have dated my best friend / i am adopted / my crush has confessed to me / i have had a long-distance relationship / i am an only child / i give advice to my friends / i have made an online friend / i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell / i have watched the sun rise / i enjoy rainy days / i have slept under the stars / i meditate outside / the sound of chirping calms me / i enjoy the smell of the beach / i know what snow tastes like / i listen to music to fall asleep / i enjoy thunderstorms / i enjoy cloud watching / i have attended a bonfire / i pay close attention to colours / i find mystery in the ocean / i enjoy hiking on nature paths / autumn is my favorite season

miscellaneous

upon first glance, anyone would have been a threat. upon first instinct– the instinct telling you that there is a stranger lurking behind you in the darkness of an abandoned playground of which Go, herself, should not have been– she was justified in her spastic tendencies. and as if to worsen her predicament, her hands were still illuminating in front of this very obvious civilian father working on his dad bod. her speech came out in stutters from fear that she’d 1. never find out how to diffuse the flashlight hands, 2. scare the poor man away as this had to have looked either scary or threatening or both and 3. come up with an explanation for such a display without sounding like a crazy person. the stutters of the “I–I"s and the "Hi-hi"s and the "S-sorry"s were not communicating what she wanted to say. her mind still occupied on the task at hand– she shut her eyes trying her best to block out the man for a second to tell the stars something along the lines of ”Thanks for curing me of my fatigue, but I can’t just go around looking like a ball of gas, please cut it out now.“ and perhaps her flustered thoughts only aided int he flickering of the starlight– or perhaps the stars were on to something with this Robert— but finally after a final huff, her hands had returned to normal. had the starry haze in her eyes?? there was no real way of determining this.

and while it was probably foolish to do so, she decided to try and take a step out of her seated spot on the swing. she stumbled at first, then swayed towards him.

"R-robert.” she held out her hands– they dangled in the air like an awkward land crab on the beach. but they hung steadily as if to indicate that she entirely meant no harm. “I’m sorry if I’ve frightened you.” she took a closer step– cautious in her movements. “I was just–” the stammering continues “I was only trying to—” in her embarrassment her hand slid to the nape of her neck “You didn’t see that did you?” but that was a rather foolish question– perhaps what she meant by it was something like “please don’t tell anyone you what you’ve just seen” which would likely be said once her brain begins to work as normal.

it didn’t take an expert to tell that the girl in front of him was flustered, to say the least. her stutters, her demeanor  –– it was written all over her. he knew better than to perceive it as her being ashamed of her powers –– she had been displaying them publicly, however dark outside –– but it was certainly a sign that she felt vulnerable, that she was in a submissive position. perhaps she had powers, but it appeared he had all the real power in the situation at hand. still, it was curious... why so frantic ?? ‘robert’ had expressed interest, fascination, a lack of judgment –– ‘robert’ was a kind and safe man, so why was it that she was still so very finicky ??

“ if anyone asks, i’ll tell them i saw nothing, ” he responded, offering a friendly wink to top it off. he walked nearer to her, adopting ‘robert’s’ demeanor as opposed to his own –– fair posture, goofy grin, overall friendly guy –– in order to give her a false sense of security as he drew closer. he stopped short a few feet, then spoke in low notes, “ my son is just coming into his powers. my wife and i –– we adopted him, neither of us have any. do you have any tips on how we could help him ?? ” robert’s life was so much happier than roger’s own. “ we just... we don’t want him to feel like an outsider in his own home, but this is uncharted territory for both of us. ” 

open up. gain their trust.

@sureroger

most people don’t attend the park after hours, due to the threatening nature of the crickets chirping. seemingly the only sound around one besides the ocassional whisper in the breeze, a person would find they weird sense of solace as she swung on the abandoned swings. this was in no way different for Da-Eun, her hands, clammy against the chain links, she gazed up at the stars. and while she thought she was alone, in her park-goer way, she felt the need to practice a bit of stellar magic.

she was not at all proficient in her gifts, nor, had she ever so freely practiced in such a public place, but she was tired. the days of her internship were slowly approaching their end— her contract just about up.  she couldn’t entirely be certain of her courage in applying as an assistant to the research head, but a certain group of special people who believed in her insisted it was the right track for her. However, the many cups of coffee she’d drink produced a sense of anxiety and dread that she was not, nor would ever be enough to fill the shoes of the position.

and there’s only so much three cups of coffee can do for you when you’re running on 4 hours of sleep for what seemed to be the past two weeks. so, at times like these— the desperate ones, she looked to the stars, tapped into her brain palace, and asked them nicely for the strength to keep her going— to give her some energy. though she had never fully tapped into anything more than 70% of her powers, the meditation at hand, did have her hands glowing a special shade of vibrant yellow. the stars did seem to shine a little brighter as she gazed up at them. –and she did tend to feel a little bit more energized. there was a surprise at how little effort it was taking her, and even more of a surprise at how energized she was beginning to feel.

but the biggest surprise happened when her heart dropped as she heard the rustling of someone behind her. whipping her head all too quickly, she gasped— her hands still lit, as well as a starry haze in the center of her pupils.

“W-who’s there?”

there was only one reason roger would ever be outside at night, what as opposed to researching or performing experiments ( as of late, on his best nights, he slept for four whole hours ): picking up the supplies he needed for said research and experiments. although he was connected to the hospital, he was barely a doctor ( sure, he had gone through the exact same schooling as they had, but he wasn’t a doctor doctor ) and hadn’t the access to their tools; he wasn’t an employee at haggis tech, thus having no access to their tools; he didn’t know how to get on the dark web, thus having no access to those tools. no, he had to do it the old-fashioned way: find a sketchy guy with access, pay a lot of money for it, turn a blind eye to it.

returning from his meet-up, new equipment toted in a pack, he came to a complete halt when he caught sight of a glowing light. it was not a lamp post –– it was too short to be that; it was not a firefly, they weren’t out this time of the year; it wasn’t a flash-light, the coloring was deeper than most; it was something else... forever a man of science and curiosity, roger walked towards the source, the voice in the back of his head telling him that this was how people got killed in horror films... but he, in his narcissistic delusions, was always the apex predator.

drawing nearer –– oh, he should have guessed !! –– a metahuman. however, he hadn’t seen powers such as this yet. he had seen many different kinds, most of them relating back to manipulating some element, but this didn’t look familiar at all. she was young. in his experience, young ones were just coming into their powers –– what in the sense of control and all. they were still learning new things everyday. through that, perhaps roger could learn...

holding his hands up, as if approached by a cop, he replied, “ i’m robert – i was just gonna go for a late night jog. ” lie –– just in case. “ your hands – it’s cool. you’ve got powers, i take it ?? ” roger had powers. robert didn’t. robert was a suburban dad who was trying to stay in shape for his wife and kids ( you know, what roger once was ). roger was 'the apex predator’ who apparently loved larping. 

It was late but the city was still hiving. People heading up and down the streets, from work. To work. Out with friends. Walking dogs. Lavinia had an audience, it seems. That would not do.  She turned a corner, then another and another until reaching a street that had a select few resident and where the worst of the worst gathered. A sucker for pretentious fashion choices, the Villain was strolling down the dark street in sunglasses and a pair of 6 inch,thigh high lace ups. It was not hard to pick her out as a trouble maker. Which is exactly why she had bothered to come this far downtown. She was bored, she wanted to cause trouble.  So upon spying the first person that had stopped to stare, Lavinia smirked, raised her hand and with a sharp laugh, had tossed a fireball to their left. It blazed through the air, the woman behind it still had a hand raised, her fingers and palm engulfed in flame. The ball landed on the bare pavement not far away from the person, smouldering like a bonfire. She was still laughing when she spoke “-Careful Darlin’….there’s all sorts of folk out tonight.”

not everything roger required for his experiments were readily available to him – hell, most of them were not. but he couldn’t just walk up to the average nurse, doctor, scientist, etc. and ask for a surplus of whatever-he-was-going-to-use-next without seeming sketchy. that being said, he was too old for the dark web. he had been lucky enough to stumble across a man in the narrows who truly had... everything his heart could desire. there was an unspoken agreement: neither of them would tell someone else about the other – they were both suspicious.

interrupted in his pathway to see said man by a mutant, why, he’d never hated them more !! if he still used his powers... sometimes he was just so tempted !! nonetheless, he slowed his breathing ( oh, he hoped she hadn’t perceived it as nervous breathing – nervous and filled with rage were so different !! ) and replied, “ there are always ‘all sorts of folk out.’ anyway, cool trick – can i go ?? i have somewhere to be. ”

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

“ eric clapton’s performance of ‘eyesight to the blind.’ ”

O. MY EYE COLOUR.

“ brown, isn’t it visible ?? ”

G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.

“ probably straight, i don’t know ?? sexuality is of the least importance in my life. ”

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

“ i don’t have much time for friends anymore. ”

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

already answered !! we just like being able to spell the word !!

I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

“ well, i had one ear piercing throughout college, but the hole’s healed over now. i wore a hoop in it one day and was called ‘sinbad’ for the next two years. ”