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Lightbringer
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Lily | 18 | Female | M: Everyone Lily looked at the female as she responded, "Wh-what... happ-happeend?" Lily simply shook her head, "I don't know. I was hoping you did. I don't remember anything that happened before hand." Another voice made her turn her head. Only then did she see two females and three males waking up. One girl seemed blind and the other was trying to find her bearings. Like the rest of us. Lily thought.
One of the boys looked injured with a bad burn on his leg. She thought about going to help him when she heard, "Who the hell are you?" She turned her head to find a blond haired teen looking at them. He was echoed by an auburn haired boy who just sat up coughing. "My name's Lily, and I have no idea what happened so don't ask." She said good-naturedly having seen the bodies behind them. One was a metallic substance but definitely looked dead as it didn't move at all. She looked back at the teens wondering what they were going to do next.
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Quinn | 16 | Female | Lesbian | Going Pyro | Mentions: Everyone (indirectly) The young woman felt nauseous. Her stomach was churning dangerously, and a sour taste was present in her mouth. She heard voices, but they were dull in her mind. In fact, her own thoughts seemed louder... That's because they are, meatsack. Quinn recoiled in shock, staring into the distance. "Hello?" she muttered hoarsely, her throat scratchy from the smoke. There was no response. Had she imagined it, or was it... real? She shook her head, dismissing the idea. She probably just hit her head hard or something. She looked up, finally registering where she was. There was some metal man in the corner, three other girls (two of them still fighting), and two dudes cursing. Typical. Quinn groaned, shakily stand up. It felt as if her knees were going to buckle, but she needed to move, or else she might melt to the floor. She rubbed her burn scar with her hand, looking around. There were several small fires on piles of rubble scattered about the room, and she eyed the flames hesitantly. "W-what happened?" she said, coughing at the pain in her throat.
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Neutral
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Meraxes || 19 || Male || Chronokinesis || M: Everyone He frowned, trying to block out the tidal wave of sensory information greeting his senses. The air reeked of smoke, and was saturated by the dust and the faint hint of blood in the air. The room was warm, and stuffy. The sounds of speaking, the small crackling fires which popped from their coals, or the occasional beeping of a broken monitor. But the most intense was the pain his body was feeling. The dull pain within his body began to crescendo into a burst of internal agony. He bit his lip, trying to hold within him any showing of pain, as he observed his injury. There where others around him, as they began to stir, low voices rising from the once omnipresent silence, yet he paid them no mind. They served him no purpose aside from giving him even the slightest idea of why he was here, and what was going on. They were a means to an end, which was finding some way out of... Wherever he was. His musings were ended quickly by his analysis of his wound. The burns weren't bad, though the cut was an issue. While it didn't seem life threatening, it hurt like he and would be difficult to move quickly with. The young man swore under his breath as his golden eyes slowly lifted from the wound, with a slightly clearer conscious knowing he wasn't about to perish from something as idiotic as bloodloss. Slowly he began to scan the room around him, and found that around five others had come to, three girls and two other boys. Nodding to himself, he found himself unhappy with the situation being trapped in a cage with a bunch of strangers, suffering from a killer headache and a hole in his leg. He grumbled to himself. Indeed, this was less than ideal. His vision continued to drift, but soon was entranced by a strange mechanical creation. Humanoid in physique yet made of a dark metal, completely covered in ash and dust. Unmoving and cadaverous in its mannerisms it made the young man feel increasingly uncomfortable as he looked at its dead and empty eyes. 'What the hell is this place?', was the question which dwelled within the forefront of his mind.
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Apollo Romero | 19 | Male | Light | M: Lily, Fyre Suddenly a touch overwhelmed by the amount of people waking up around him, all as confused and wounded of himself, Apollo staggered to his feet. His leg screamed in protest, although he didn't allow himself a reaction beyond a grimace. He leaned heavily against a wall, leaving light smears of blood, pointedly locking eyes with the girl, Lily, rather than looking down at his likely destroyed leg. He was glad to know her name, in an offhand way. He let the silence build for a second. "I... Don't suppose any of you have any med kits? I can smell the infection on us already." He asked, dragging his un-bloodied hand through his mop of blond hair, turned dusty and knotted by... Whatever had happened. Apollo took a few staggering steps away from the wall, casting a glance at what might have been a human at some point, but was now a seemingly dead lump of metal. He averted his eyes quickly. He took stock of the rest of the room; including the man closer to him, who had spoken in assent earlier. He was quite small, auburn haired. Wherever they were had to be the epicenter of an explosion; there was no other explanation for the state of things. Finally, his eyes snagged on what he was really looking for; a door. Well, sort of. There was clearly a seem where door met wall, but somehow there was no damage to it, and worse yet was the lack of handle. He shuffed to it, aiming to see if it would simply push open. He had greatly overestimated his strength though, and the whole affair was less of a push and more of a halfhearted lean. He turned his head once more to Lily, pressing one cheek to the cool concrete of the door. "We are going to die here." He said, matter-of-factly, in the same tone somebody would use to say something like "We're out of milk."
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