#site plot

as promised, please find our site plot below! 

no one thought the age of heroism would die like this. not with an entire country crashing into the crater it was lifted from, the impact decimating the surrounding area for miles in either direction. cities reduced to rubble. thousands dead. thousands more displaced and injured. after months of planning, fighting, wearing themselves thin, the avengers, along with a few new allies, finally defeated the villain of their own making and wiped every known trace of ultron from the face of the earth. they’d won, again, but it cost them everything.

eight years of keeping the world safe from harm. of thwarting alien invasions and insurgencies from radical organizations. eight years of continuously putting themselves on the front lines, driving back the darkness that threatened to sweep over the globe, because the world expected them to. and how did the world repay them? a thunderous cry for accountability, and for their beloved heroes to submit themselves to a higher authority meant to keep them in-line. now the avengers lie and wait, living with their guilt, as discussions begin among the world’s leaders to decide their fate, and the fate of those like them. 

but it doesn’t end there. at the beginning of the negotiations for what is being called the sokovia accords, an anonymous source leaked data to the public about the other failures of their heroes, and the threats that still loomed despite their presence. the resurgence of the terrorist organization known as shield, rebuilding quietly under their noses. an outbreak where the infected survivors gained powers. whispers of hydra performing heinous experiments, and government organizations snatching up these inhumans, who are never heard from again.

It was never equal in London. Not really — no matter what they tell you now. The system, they said, benefitted everyone. The rarer your ability classification, the more you should be given. In the end, you had more to offer. They said it was only fair.

It was almost intuitive, codified into law after all these years. With a Class A ability you could go anywhere. With a Class D … well, they said there were simply too many of you. It was impossible to be special. At least, they told us so, again and again. They didn’t expect it when we decided to fight back.

Maybe we waited too long. All the anger, all the resentment … it would make sense, after all these years of nothing, after all these years of being less. The marches on Westminster, the arrests, the street violence — it was a natural progression, I suppose, but it spiraled out of control so quickly. Not all of us meant to go so far.

The first bomb was the worst. It was New Years Eve, 2015, and I wasn’t there, but I sometimes picture what it looked like anyway. 683 were injured in central London. 93 were killed. When it was plastered across the newspapers the next day, it was clear that with two Class D bombers things would be different after that.

If only we knew how quickly the darkness could begin.

In Parliament, they called themselves the Sentinels. It was a new party, born from the street violence and years of voter suppression, and they said Class C and D abilities were dangerous — that those with them were unruly, something to be protected from. They said they could save the country, and, after the second round of bombings, people seemed to believe them. Then again, London and Manchester were burning. I wonder what choice people thought they had.

They held the emergency election in July, two weeks after Parliament was dissolved. The voter turn-out was a lie — it had to be. There was suppression across the major cities, I’m sure, no matter what they proclaimed. Either way, they control Parliament now, and it is definitely not the same. The Prime Minister’s defense forces control the streets in our big cities, and once, when some of us gathered to decide what to do, we heard that a new Directorate for State Security might be listening to the things that we say.

No, it was never equal in London or anywhere else, but it is spiraling, spiraling down. To keep us safe, they say, the Sentinels will watch like guardians, but if no one else sees it, we know, at least, that this is not what they stand for. It has to end somewhere.

Weeks and weeks of planning and preparation had finally led up to this moment.

Finally it was time. She had perfected her banishing spell to rid the world of hero's. The spell wasn't meant to kill them, no. Maleficent - the mistress of all evil had something much darker in mind. She just needed to get rid of everyone for a little while.

Maleficent gathered all of her minions in the tallest tower of her castle. They ran about like ants collecting an preparing everything needed for the spell.

"CONFRACTUS, IN EXSILIUM AGERE, INCIDET. CALIGINEM PEPERERUNT. ET AQUAS MASEREPHOTH, EXITIUM CECIDIT."

With a sadistic grin, Maleficent watched from her tower as darkness took over the land of Navarre. She could almost hear the screams from the castle. As the darkness flooded through the land, something unexpected happened - the sky ripped open. High up in her tower she could see other worlds apart from her own, the darkness had fallen there too.

Something had gone wrong, the spell was only intended to banish the good at heart, but the spell was affecting everyone apart from herself and those in the tower. Everyone was vanishing.

OUTSIDE THE TOWER

After the darkness took over everyone found themselves removed from their homes with no memory of how they got there.

below you will find exiled's site plot and premise ✨ site plot ─

Exiled is a character driven site, which means that we are largely a slice of life, no "preconceived" plot site. That being said, we expect to have loads of site events for you all to enjoy, and things that happen during those events as well as in your individual threads (👀) will determine the direction that Exiled Youth moves going forward. Have your characters dream big and loud, and give us all of the drama and angst! Everything they do matters in regard to the world they live in, and in the 'plot' that we create for this particular site going forward.

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