mobile slither is genuine torture. same for pong, last time i played swiping up or down made it so the paddle had to completely hit the top/bottom before it could move again.

Caeruleum

03:42:30 Cae, Blue

Booting up laptop JUST for my slither winnings before bed >:(

Caeruleum

03:41:52 Cae, Blue

Just yesterday it was 46+ 🫠 sold my soul to get it on mobile just to see i need 2x that to win

limbo

03:41:40 ZD

oh wait - the score 80 /is/ new ^^; i know the scorings went up for the previous scores too though

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Plot

Systems of governments use many ways to keep control over citizens, usually though they fall under three categories. Art, architecture, and religion.

In this futuristic world where magic exists, there’s only one government. Only one country that controls the entire world. They, while they utilize every method, push extra upon that last one. Religion. Some cultures practice religious tolerance to keep control, some ban any religion other than their own, some take extreme measures to control religion. This one, falls into that last category.

One religion, with two main higher powers. One for good, one for evil. A bad afterlife, a good afterlife. Only two ways for life to be created. The organic way, and the religious way. The second does seem to exist, which is why the majority do believe in this religion. Those that don’t though? They pretend they do, or risk being publicly executed.

Now, this religion doesn’t sound that bad, right? Only there’s more. Over the years, as most governments do, they’ve twisted in more little things to help their own agendas. Such as what is essentially a caste system. A system where citizens are split up into different groups at birth and are unable to move between said groups. They cannot change their group.

These groups are basically ranks. They decide where you’re allowed to walk, sit, work, who you can talk to, who you can marry, and so much more. They decide just about everything. And while someone can become caste exempt, it’s rare and they usually have to have someone in the government fighting for them to have it. Even then, it’s usually an uphill battle.

As one could perhaps expect… Not everyone loves these conditions. Not when the government in control is more concerned with themselves than the citizens. But these unhappy people are seen as the minority, because the ones that fully believe in the religion, in the government’s agendas, in the caste system are widespread. And they don’t truly see the bad happening, whether that be towards the lower castes, towards non-believers, or towards innocent people that simply happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

There’s a growing group of people that want the world to change though, and they are working towards showing those that don’t know the truths in what’s happening. Slowly, they hope to change the world. It won’t be easy, but this currently small group of just eight people… Well, they hope to make a change. But first, they still need to fill out the rest of their ranks. Bad news, the best of the people they need would be part of the upper Castes. Good news? They’re good enough at research at this point to be able to find the two most likely to join. Definitely helps that half of them already know the two.

The Group

Have you ever heard that things are changed not by those who need the change but by those willing to help who don’t? That the government doesn’t make changes necessary for those without privilege until those with privilege decide they care? Well, this group has heard it too. It’s one reason why their leader is from the Fector caste, and why they don’t have any Defectives.

1st in Command; The first in command, the leader, of this group is from the Fector caste. They have about a 15 feet Aura Field radius, along with two other abilities. While they do believe in Pherus and Uphine, they also believe in religious tolerance/freedom and do not believe in the caste system.

Basic Traits(optional): Patient, Polite, Calm, Rational, Altruistic, Wise, Sympathetic, Thoughtful, Mature, Trustworthy.

2nd in Command; The second in command of this group is from the Fector caste. They have about a 3 feet Aura Field radius, and a soul disorder due to it. One commonly known as a disconnected soul, where someone has issues with emotions; whether that be managing them, identifying them, or showing them. Other than an Aura Field, they have two different abilities. They were raised by Devout Believers but have since been uncertain in their own faith, they want to believe and the proof is there but they don’t know. What they do know… Are the two that the group are trying to bring in. Frankly, while they’re sorta friends with both- They’re unsure of how good of choices either of them are.

Basic Traits(optional): Anger Issues, Realistic, Serious, Sensible, Reliable, Responsible, Harsh, Hard-Working, Loyal, Practical.

3rd in Command; The third in command of the group? Somehow, somehow, managed to go from Defective to Caste Exempt. They have a 5 feet Aura Field, and three other abilities too, these abilities being the reason for their exemption so that they can work for the government. They are a Devout Believer, the only thing they see to change is the caste system as it wasn’t part of the original religion. They do know the two that the group is looking to bring in, and they’re rather good friends with both.

Basic Traits(optional): Social, Creative, Intelligent, Adaptable, Reasonable, Calm, Manipulative, Carefree, Approachable, Charismatic.

Chief Security; The Chief of Security for the group is from the Thodian caste. They have about a 3 feet Aura Field radius, and a soul disorder due to it. One commonly known as a disconnected soul, one that is believed to effect at least ⅕ of the world’s population. Other than the Aura Field, they have one more ability. Raised by Devout Believers, certain of their own faith but not the extent.

Basic Traits(optional): Paranoid, Cautious, Skeptical, Did I Say Paranoid?, Diligent, Reserved, Observant, Attentive, Anxious, Organized.

Chief Medical; The Chief Medical Officer of the group is from the Fector caste. They have about a 5 feet Aura Field radius, along with two other abilities. While they do believe in the religion, they also believe in religious tolerance/freedom and that the caste system shouldn’t exist. They do know the two that the group is looking to bring in, being the doctor and good friend for at least one of them.

Basic Traits(optional): Straightforward, Serious, Reasonable, Harsh, Realistic, Temperamental, Supportive, Responsible, Mature, Dependable.

Chief Communications; The Chief of Communications for the group is from the Gration caste. They have about a 10 feet Aura Field radius, along with two other abilities. While they believe in the religion of Pherus and Uphine, they also believe in getting rid of the caste system and practicing religious tolerance/freedom.

Basic Traits(optional): Friendly, Lively, Carefree, Social, Patient, Responsible, Thoughtful, Attentive, Creative, Dependable.

Chief Financial; The Chief of Finances for the group is from the Thodian caste. They have about a 10 feet Aura Field radius, along with one other ability. The only thing wrong they see with the religion aspect of this world is the caste system. Other than that, they see nothing wrong with how things are run by their government.

Basic Traits(optional): Practical, Mature, Friendly, Responsible, Rational, Organized, Reserved, Diligent, Observant, Serious.

Chief Operations; The Chief Operating Officer of the group is from the Fector caste. They have about a 7 feet Aura Field radius, along with one other ability. Other than the caste system, they see nothing wrong with their religion, and are a Devout Believer. They know the two that the group is looking to bring in, being sorta friends with the two, but believe that one of them will be more of a liability than an asset.

Basic Traits(optional): Hot-Headed, Temperamental, Harsh, Serious, Responsible, Mature, Dependable, Realistic, Cautious, Hard-Working.

Eventual Chief STEM; One of the two that they are looking to bring in, and the most controversial one, the eventual Chief of STEM for the group. They were originally an Enforcer subcaste Fector but are now Caste Exempt and in a position known to be an Academic Fectors’ position, and one of the best to have ever worked the position. Their Aura Field radius is one that varies considerably at times that it’s on, from just mere centimeters to 10 feet or more, though they usually have it turned off somehow. Due to this, they have multiple soul disorders, one commonly known as an irregular soul which causes the Aura Field to change sporadically and can cause problems with the heart in some cases. Other than that one, they also have a disconnected soul. Along with the Aura Field, they have three other abilities. As for religious beliefs? They’re one of the nonbelievers forced to pretend or risk death.

Basic Traits(optional): Curious, Ambitious, Reserved, Paranoid, Creative, Friendly, Social, Disorganized, Observant, Intelligent.

Eventual Chief Research/Information; One of the two that they are looking to bring in, the eventual Chief of Research and Information, or also eventually known to be the Co-Chief of STEM for the group. They are part of the Fector caste and actually work currently with the eventual Chief of STEM. Their Aura Field was voluntarily removed for research/scientific purposes by their now lab partner/co-worker after having convinced the future STEM to do the procedure. Due to this, they have what is commonly known as a void soul, meaning that their emotions are heavily muted and flattened. At one point this was only seen in those who had their Aura Field removed as punishment, this has since been disproved by them. For abilities, they have two. As for religious beliefs? Due to the flattening of their emotions, they have since lost faith in the religion. Of course, they still pretend to believe in it as it’s in their best interest to do so.

Basic Traits(optional): Serious, Apathetic, Practical, Logical, Realistic, Responsible, Perfectionist, Organized, Stoic, Observant.

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Character Sheet

(* means Optional, remove anything in ())

Name;

*Shortened Name;

*Nickname(s);

/~/

Caste;

*Reputation;

Rank;

Abilities;

*Cybernetic Parts;

/~/

Age(25+ preferably);

Birthday;

*Blood Type;

Gender;

Sexuality;

Mono/Ambi/Poly;

Alignment;

/~/

Appearance;

*Voice;

*Handwriting;

/~/

Personality;

*Likes;

*Dislikes;

Strengths;

Weaknesses;

*Fears/Phobias;

/~/

*Immune System;

*Allergies;

*Addictions;

Mental Health;

Physical Health;

Left/Right/Ambidextrous;

/~/

*Themesong(s);

Affiliations(everyone in the group currently, the other two will have each other plus the ones that know them);

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Name;

Amos Fidel Karagiannis

*Shortened Name;

Mos

*Nickname;

Mos, anything else you can come up with

/~/

Caste;

Caste exempt (Formally Defective)

*Reputation;

Amos has a great reputation within their government job, they're friendly and seem to be open to everyone while also being very smart. He's respectful but also willing to debate, and is good at making decisions quickly. Overall, they're a great coworker and employee.

Within the group, Amos is probably known to be kind of the team 'dad.' While that may be annoying to some, it mostly just means he's helpful and maybe a little overbearing sometimes, but he can get along with most people, so they probably don't have much trouble with anyone.

Rank;

3rd In Command

Abilities;

5-foot Aura Field

Memory Manipulation

This ability allows Amos to change aspects of people's memory, whether that's small details or a complete change of scene. The more that they change, the more energy and time it takes. Most of the time, this manipulation is temporary, lasting a day or two at most, but Amos can permanently change a memory if he has enough time and is willing to completely drain himself of all their energy. Amos can, of course, see the other person's memory in its original form.

Memory Freezeframe

When using this power, Amos has the ability to basically take a picture of what's going on at the moment and save it for later with all the details and everything.

Mindful Protection

This power is less of something Amos can use and more of something that's always there, it basically protects them from any attempted intrusion of his mind. This includes other powers.

*Cybernetic Parts;

None

/~/

Age(25+ preferably);

Birthday;

January 19th

*Blood Type;

AB-

Gender;

Demi-Male

(He/They)

Sexuality;

Demisexual Panromantic

Mono/Ambi/Poly;

Ambiamorous

Alignment;

Chaotic Good

/~/

Appearance;

Credit to @Experimental body@Picrew

Amos is naturally pretty. He has a heart-shaped face meaning he has a larger forehead and a pointed chin with higher cheekbones. His hair is dark brown and is slightly wavy and styled to fall on the right side of his head. It's long enough that it occasionally falls into his eye, but not so long that it's overly annoying.

Amos stands at about 6'0 and weighs about 190 lbs. He has an athletic build with broader shoulders and a slimmer waist. His legs are long and strong, and his hands are large with strong fingers. His best weapon is his words, but he can certainly handle a sword well, even with little professional training.

Mos has fair skin with thin lips and hazel eyes that are guarded by medium-length eyelashes and shadowed by slightly thicker eyebrows without a prominent arch. They have a few scars on their hands and one on their left cheek along the jawline, but most of their bigger scars are hidden. They have several longer scars on their back, all verticle, and a couple scattered on their legs. They also have several scars on their shoulders and inner arms that they keep hidden well.

Onto what Amos wears! First off, he likes to be comfortable, though he's careful to wear nice enough clothing to blend in well. Often, they're seen with a long-sleeved shirt with a jacket over the top along with black or blue pants. He also has a leather belt and tall boots. They keep a knife with them at all times in a little cut out of his boot, just in case.

*Voice;

Amos's voice is slightly lower and is very smooth and pleasing to listen to. He tends to speak rather softly, though they're able to project if needed. He rarely yells except out of excitement, and he speaks very clearly, articulating every word.

*Handwriting;

Amos's handwriting is very neat and put together. His letters are more curved and his words are pretty evenly spaced. Basically, anyone who can read can understand Amos's writing.

/~/

Personality;

The first thing to know about Amos is that they are a very good liar. He blends in easily with crowds and is easily able to maintain eye contact without fidgeting when lying to someone. They keep a straight face and play along with the rules despite disagreeing with some of them.

Those who meet him outside of the group will only ever see him being polite and kind, always well-dressed. Of course, they aren't afraid to show their intelligence, and may occasionally enjoy a friendly debate.

Inside the group and around friends, however, Mos shows a more genuine side of who they really are. He's very caring and protective of the whole group, especially the ones younger than him, and he's more playful and sassy to those who know them best. Amos loves joking around when he gets the chance, and he loves to see other people smile.

He's very kind and generous, never hesitating to give up something of his own in order to help others. They love kids and music, and they're almost a cool dad to the youngest of the group, jumping at the chance to hang out with them and teach them new fighting techniques or communication skills. Along with this, however, Amos can be somewhat sharp-tongued. There are occasions when he says something he'll later regret because someone pushed him too far. In situations where he's with someone he really dislikes or finds annoying, they'll become overly sarcastic and exaggerated, as long as it doesn't affect their work, he doesn't mind sharing his annoyance.

Amos excels in communication and can strike up a discussion with pretty much anyone, enjoying the social life. However, he's always very alert and aware when talking to someone, he remembers little details about what they're told and uses them to his advantage. He'll redirect a conversation so subtly that the person might not even recognize what's happening until after the conversation is already over. Because of this, they accel at their job as a kind of spy for the group.

Now, even though Amos is generally pretty generous and kind, there are occasions when he can become overly opinionated and somewhat arrogant, believing they know what's best for everyone and trying to make decisions that they shouldn't. They'll continue to argue their point until they're absolutely shut down, and even then, he may still be difficult. He's very stubborn and very strong-willed.

Now, onto how he actually views people. First off, Amos doesn't trust anyone until they've proved to him that they can be trusted. They've been hurt before, and they don't intend to let it happen again. He'll talk to anyone, but he's not as open as he seems. Everything he does is testing everyone around them, searching constantly for potential threats. He's an extremely mistrusting person, and it's rare for them to actually let someone in.

So there we have it, Amos, a slightly manipulative, generous, and kind, but somewhat arrogant, sarcastic, and stubborn demi boy.

*Likes;

Music

Children

Food

Dancing

Animals

The dark

*Dislikes;

Sudden noise

Abuse of any kind

The dark

Seeing his friends hurt

The Caste system

Strengths;

Running

Knife throwing

Talking

Lying

Blending in

Intelligence

Weaknesses;

Sometime arrogant

Extremely stubborn

Can be over-protective

Mental disorders

*Fears/Phobias;

Amos's worst fear is definitely losing those he cares about. They've lost people before, and it scares him to even think about it happening again. He hates the idea of those they love going through anything painful, and it's especially bad when they threaten to leave him behind. He's also terrified of sudden loud noises and overly tight dark spaces. This is mostly due to trauma.

/~/

*Immune System;

Amos has a pretty strong immune system, actually.

*Allergies;

None

*Addictions;

None

Mental Health;

Well, it isn't great, but it's better than it could be. Mos struggles with Generalized Anxiety disorder, C-PTSD, and moderate to severe depression.

Physical Health;

Mos is pretty healthy overall, nothing too concerning.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous;

Ambidextrous

/~/

*Themesong;

Deviltown- Cavetown

Sippy Cup- Melanie Martinez

Guiltless- Dodie

Family Line- Conan Gray

King- Lauren Aquilina

Affiliations;

TBD

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Name;

Kostas Osborne

*Shortened Name;

Kos

*Nickname;

Kos, anything else you can come up with

/~/

Caste;

Fector- Scientist, Historian

*Reputation;

Kostas has a reputation for being quiet, smart, and relatively emotionless. He's reliable and kind, but he never shows any strong emotions, especially since his aura was removed.

Rank;

Eventual Cheif Research/Information

Abilities;

Truth Finder

When using this power, Kostas can get anyone to tell the truth about any question he asks using a sort of mind manipulation. He can also detect any lies or half-truths while using his power. He does, however, have to be very specific about the questions he asks, because the person he's speaking to is not obligated to answer any questions that they are not asked, even if it is linked to the topic of the actual question.

Understanding Imagery

When using this power, Kostas can look at an image and see things that surrounded the area the image was taken in at that time but was out of frame. This includes smaller details including any words or numbers on signs or license plates.

*Cybernetic Parts;

None

/~/

Age;

Birthday;

April 10th

*Blood Type;

A+

Gender;

Male

Sexuality;

Asexual Panromantic

Mono/Ambi/Poly;

Ambi

Alignment;

True Neutral

/~/

Appearance;

(Credit to @Qian Lin @neka.cc)

Kostas looks rather intimidating because of how large and athletically built he is. he stands at 6'2" and is 209 lbs, the extra weight being mostly muscle. He has a strong, squared jaw and a strong nose to match it. His eyes are such a dark brown that they almost look black, and they hold a cold, knowledgeable look the majority of the time.

Kos's skin is a light tan while his hair is black, arranged neatly on top of his head. His skin is smooth, save for a small scar on his upper lip from a childhood accident, and his body is rather squared with big muscles.

Now, onto what he wears. Kostas is one for simple but good-looking clothes, wearing a simple, collared, solid-colored shirt and either blue or black jeans. At night he'll wear sweatpants, and, if it's cold, a sweatshirt, if not, nothing else. He does run in the mornings, wearing athletic pants and a loose T-shirt while doing so. He also wears a pair of simple, squared glasses.

Along with all of this, Kos has a small tattoo of a lily on his arm, as that was his sister's name.

*Voice;

Kostas's voice is quiet, calm, and smooth. He tends to speak in a monotone way and with clear pronunciation.

*Handwriting;

Kostas's handwriting is, luckily, extremely neat. Though there are definitely several spelling errors, considering Kos's dyslexia, but overall, it's neat. His letters are more curved and he presses a little too hard with his pen occasionally, so his writing also tends to be a little darker.

/~/

Personality;

To people who don't know him, Kostas may come off as cold, but really he's just quiet. He has trouble making friends because of the fact that he doesn't really speak up unless he's answering a question or someone talks to him first. He's actually a very kind person and always willing to help if someone asks for it. However, Kos does tend to step back and observe rather than join in on activities or conversation, silently noting down every small detail for later, theorizing on behaviors and other things, and trying to figure out what certain people struggle with so he can help out. He's very good at it too, it's not often that people realize what he's done until much later when they realize they feel a tiny bit better than before.

Along with all of this, Kostas is a very intelligent person, which is all that most others know about him. He excels in areas of technology, and it isn't often that he's seen without some sort of journal or scientific problem that he's currently working on. He's obsessed with knowledge. In his mind, if he understands everything, nothing can hurt him.

The majority of people believe that Kos is simply trying to do well in his job, perhaps to please his family, but in reality, Kostas's obsession is due to trauma. He lost his older sister because of a disease that doctors had no information on, and, therefore, no cure for. He hopes to learn as much as possible so that something like that never happens again.

On another note, if you do befriend Kostas, you're pretty much guaranteed a friend forever. Even if you don't talk for ages, you're still in his mind. Also, if he tells you he'll do something, he'll get it done. No matter what.

*Likes;

*Dislikes;

Strengths;

- Mathematics

- Technology

- Planning

- Listening

- Teaching

Weaknesses;

- Emotions

- Fighting (physical)

- Reading/Writing

- Mental Disorders

- Socialization

*Fears/Phobias;

Atelophobia, the fear of imperfection, mostly directed toward himself and his things/work

/~/

*Immune System;

Kostas's immune system is pretty good.

*Allergies;

Mold

*Addictions;

None

Mental Health;

Kos struggles with OCD, moderate to severe depression, and Dyslexia.

Physical Health;

Overall, he's healthy. He is near-sighted though.

Aura Disabilities(s);

Void Soul

Left/Right/Ambidextrous;

Left-handed

/~/

*Theme songs;

IDK You Yet- Alexander 23

Theseus- The Oh Hellos

Bruno Is Orange- Hop Along, Queen Ansleis, Frances Quinlan

It Took Me By Surprise- Maria Mena

Little Hero- Kanaya

Love Is Gone- SLANDER, Dylan Matthew

Death Hole- Precious Jewel Armor

Sinners- Lauren Aquilina

Here Comes A Thought- From Steven Universe

Lemon Boy- Cavetown

Two Birds- Regina Spektor

18- One Direction

Fairytales- Gabby Sofia

Affiliations;

TBD

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Name;

Ash Cadman

*Shortened Name;

Nothing's much shorter than 'Ash,' sooo

*Nickname(s);

Ashy (though this is a trauma-linked nickname, lol), Anything you can come up with

/~/

Caste;

Thodian

*Reputation;

Ash has a reputation to be relatively unapproachable and nervous. They're known to be easily upset, and a lot of times they're seen as weak because of it. Even though they can hold their own in a fight, they cower at loud noises and are easily startled. Really, people tend to see them as unpredictable and unreliable.

Rank;

Chief Security

Abilities;

3-foot Aura Field

Boomerang

When using their power, any weapons or powers used against Ash will simply bounce off of them and hit the attacker instead. This also works with emotions, for example, if someone says something mean to them while their power is activated, the pain that Ash would normally feel will instead be felt by the person who said the mean thing (Though Ash will also feel this later on, like a delayed reaction.)

Although Ash's power makes them basically indestructible, they can only hold it for up to ten minutes at the least, and up to an hour at the most. Their energy is also drained more the longer they hold it, so they try to win quickly.

*Cybernetic Parts;

Right hand

/~/

Age;

Birthday;

July 10th

*Blood Type;

B+

Gender;

AMAB Nonbinary

Sexuality;

Demisexual Panromantic

Mono/Ambi/Poly;

Ambi, mono lean

Alignment;

True Neutral

/~/

Appearance;

(Credit to @[email protected])

Ash looks kind of... well... broken. They have pale skin with slightly yellow undertones that give them a rather sickly appearance, and their dirty blonde hair is often unkempt and completely ignored. Their nose is slightly crooked, as it's been broken before, and their eyes are dark brown and slightly downturned with long lashes.

Ash stands at about 5'11", but, because of their more slouched posture, they appear to be about 5'9". They're skinny, weighing only 118 pounds, and their lips are thin and often pulled tightly together.

It's probable that anyone who passes Ash would be suspicious of them, they're always wearing black, and their dark eyes combined with their slightly defensive posture is far from welcoming. More often than not, they are wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans with tennis shoes. Their right hand is cybernetic, though their sweatshirt tends to have long enough sleeves that they can cover it up.

Now for scars, Ash has a lot of those. A lot lot. Too many to name. The most obvious and notable ones, however, would have to be the one on their back, staring at their left hip and trailing up their back to their right shoulder, stopping just below the shoulder blade, and the one on their neck, starting behind their left ear and dragging down, stopping at his collar bone. Then, of course, there are plenty on their wrists and thighs from self-harm.

*Voice;

Ash's voice, when they speak, is very scratchy and soft from lack of use. They stutter constantly and tend to speak very slowly, struggling through each syllable. Their voice is slightly higher in pitch and very shaky and slightly airy in tone.

*Handwriting;

Unlike their voice, Ash's writing is very legible. It's mostly neat with more pointed letters. Occasionally, Ash has trouble keeping the words from running together, but generally, their writing is pretty good.

/~/

Personality;

In all honesty, Ash is probably just as inapproachable as they look, but not for the same reasons that people avoid them. They don't like human interaction much, and they aren't very good at socializing. If approached, Ash's first instinct is to become defensive. They don't attack, and they don't speak out of anger, but they become immediately suspicious and somewhat fearful.

Besides, talking is often a waste of time, so there's no point anyway.

They do fine in school, as they're intelligent, and it's not often that they don't know what they're doing. They are knowledgeable of many things, and they honestly don't mind sharing this knowledge, as long as they don't have to speak to do so. They're content to watch things play out from a distance, and not much goes unnoticed to them.

When it comes to emotions, Ash is surprisingly in tune with theirs, they've had years of practice to figure shit out, and though they hardly have themselves together, they've gained some form of understanding themselves, and, even if they don't necessarily like it, they've stopped trying to change it to please others.

They don't listen to others' opinions involving them, and they can become aggressive when someone challenges them. They don't like being put down, and they certainly won't put up with someone threatening them. They don't mind fighting, as long as there's a reason behind it.

Now, in the unlikely circumstance that you manage to get close to Ash (congrats, they still don't trust you-), they'll become extremely protective of you, and I mean extremely protective. No one's going to touch you or hurt you under their protection. They can be slightly overbearing because of this, but, if you've truly stuck by them long enough for them to care about you, then you probably know that this is just because they care and they're scared to lose you. If you're hanging out casually, out of the public eye, Ash can be surprisingly laid back and fun to be around.

They like cartoons and action movies, and they like music, especially rock. They'll listen to rants easily, without being bothered or judging in the slightest, and they'll stick by you no matter what.

Until you hurt them.

*Likes;

- Cartoons

- Music, especially rock

- Swimming

- Hiking

*Dislikes;

- Most people, honestly

- Misgendering

- Loud noises

- Talking

Strengths;

- Fighting (physical)

- Swimming

- Writing

- Running

Weaknesses;

- Public speaking and talking in general

- Mental disorders

- Loud noises

- Very overprotective

- Can be violent

- Bad hearing in left ear

*Fears/Phobias;

Severe Phonophobia, Hemophobia, Aphenphosmphobia, Glossophobia, and mild Claustrophobia

/~/

*Immune System;

It's not great. Ash has always been sickly because of a lack of nutrition.

*Allergies;

None

*Addictions;

Does the need to not eat? I mean, it's more of a body hyper fixation, but-

Mental Health;

Ha, terrible. Severe Clinical Depression, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, C-PTSD, Mild OCD, Selective mutism, Extreme Abandonment issues/Separation anxiety, Anorexia

Physical Health;

Same as with their immune system, it's not great because of a lack of nutrition and long-term physical and sexual abuse. They're slightly hard of hearing in their left ear.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous;

Right-handed

Soul Disorder(s);

Disconnected soul

/~/

*Themesong(s);

Unsteady- X Ambassadors

July- Noah Cyrus

Rät- Penelope Scott

Brutal- Olivia Rodrigo

All The Things She Said- tATu

Nobody- Miski

Oh No!- MARINA

Violent- carolesdaughter

The Fall- Lovejoy

The Body Terror Song- AJJ

Affiliations;

TBD

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Name;

Amory Weber

*Shortened Name;

Mory, Mo

*Nickname(s);

Mory, whatever you can come up with

/~/

Caste;

Fector- Police force

*Reputation;

Amory's reputation is mostly the same in and out of the group, with only a few subtle differences. He's seen as smart but impulsive and moody as well as quick to pick a fight. The difference is, in the group, Amory is always known to be reliable and hard-working, making sure things get done quickly and thoroughly. And, though they probably won't mention it to Mory's face (he would not appreciate it), they probably all see that he cares for them and does his best to take care of and protect them at all costs. Even if he has a terrible temper and attitude while he's doing it.

Rank;

Chief Operations

Abilities;

7-foot Aura Field

Alarm

This power is constantly at play, it's a sort of alarm system in Mory's head that alerts Amory of a threat at least a few minutes before it actually hit. The power doesn't actually say what the threat is, only where it'll come from, and it shifts with the enemy. When he puts more energy into it, Amory can identify about how large the threat is and how quickly it's coming, though he still can't identify specific details.

*Cybernetic Parts;

Right leg

Right hand to shoulder

Right ear

Right eye

Right lung

/~/

Age;

Birthday;

February 7th

*Blood Type;

O+

Gender;

Male

Sexuality;

Pansexual

Mono/Ambi/Poly;

Ambi

Alignment;

Chaotic Good

/~/

Appearance;

(Credit to @Sakutaro@Picrew)

Amory stands quite tall at 6'3" with a perfect poster, and weighs 205 pounds. His skin is light with warm undertones, and he has very few freckles.

His face is squared with a pronounced jawline and high cheekbones. and a rather "normal" nose that's pretty much just straight. His lips are full and slightly turned downward naturally. Amory's left eye is light blue and almond-shaped, while their right eye has been replaced by a mechanical one. He has a trapezoidal body shape, meaning that his shoulders are wider while his lower body is slimmer. Pretty much his whole right side is mechanical, as he was in a major accident when working for the police force, resulting in the loss of his arm, and eye, and needed amputation of his leg as well as an iron lung.

Amory looks rather intimidating with a partially metal face, his height, and the fact that he's obviously in great shape, with plenty of muscles to show for it, and he basically gives off the 'don't get near me or I will murder you' vibe. His hair is black and medium-length, stopping just at his shoulders.

For scars, Amory has many all over his body. Far too many to count. The whole right half of his face that isn't metal is scarred, and he's got plenty on his chest back, good leg, and good arm too.

As for what he wears, Mory usually settles for army pants, tall boots, a light t-shirt, and a light jacket or sweatshirt. He also carries a dagger on his waist and a knife in his boot.

*Voice;

Amory's voice is gruff and lower in pitch. He speaks rather loudly, as his voice naturally projects, and he speaks somewhat short and staccato.

*Handwriting;

Mory's handwriting is kind of sloppy, with pointed letters that are slightly slanted and uneven in size. He also tends to write quite large and in darker print. Occasionally, his letters run together.

/~/

Personality;

*Likes;

*Dislikes;

Strengths;

- Fighting (physical)

- Quick thinker

- Running

- Basically any physical activity

Weaknesses;

- Emotionssss

- Anger issues

- Very over-protective

- Technology (How the fuck do you even use a fucking phone?!)

*Fears/Phobias;

Thanatophobia (though most people don't know that), Dementophobia, Kakorrhaphiophobia

/~/

*Immune System;

Good

*Allergies;

None

*Addictions;

None

Mental Health;

Amory struggles with C-PTSD, moderate to severe depression, and bipolar

Physical Health;

Very healthy.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous;

Right-handed

/~/

*Themesongs;

Nothing Ever Changes- Nico Collins

Choke- I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Banks- Lincoln

all the good girls go to hell- Billie Eilish

Typical Me- Kroh

Raise Hell- Dorothy

Don't Blame Me- Taylor Swift

Affiliations;

TBD

---

Name;

Sol Loyal Clie

*Shortened Name;

Sol is already pretty short, so most people just call them that

*Nickname(s);

Sun, Sunny, Loyal, anything you can come up with

/~/

Caste;

Thodian

*Reputation;

Sol has pretty much the same reputation everywhere, he's seen as kind and gentle, always trying to take care of the people around them. Still, Sol is also seen as slightly crazy. The fact that they have seen part of the world of the dead mixed with a lack of sleep leads to them often being and acting delusional. And the fact that he openly avoids sleep, panicking a little when they realized they physically cannot stay awake any longer confuses a lot of people.

Inside the group though, Sol is probably known more to be the one who's constantly trying to mediate and keep everything calm. It's likely that everyone is pretty fond of them because of how they treat everyone with respect and kindness.

Rank;

Chief Financials

Abilities;

10-foot Aura Field

Astral Projection

This power allows Sol to basically go outside of their own body (flesh) and travel and look around in a spiritual and virtually transparent form. In this form, Sol is able to hear and see things without being seen and is also able to communicate with others in this form. However, this power is extremely draining, and also extremely dangerous. Sometimes it engages without Sol actually activating it when they're sleeping, resulting in sleep paralysis and a kind of connection to the spiritual world that allows Sol to see things they shouldn't, making them feel like he isn't real, is dead, or is going mad. Also, if he's outside of his flesh body for too long, Sol may lose the ability to return to it and be forever stuck halfway between Earth and the spirit world. (This will only happen if they've been outside of their flesh body for at least 24 hours continuously.)

*Cybernetic Parts;

None

/~/

Age(25+ preferably);

Birthday;

December 20th

*Blood Type;

A-

Gender;

Genderfluid

(He/They pronouns)

Sexuality;

Demi-Androsexual Demiromantic

Mono/Ambi/Poly;

Ambi

Alignment;

Lawful Good

/~/

Appearance;

(Credits to @Hei Junry, don't make mistakes and run AI, thank [email protected])

*Voice;

Sol's voice is naturally very soft and sweet, and slightly higher in pitch. His words flow easily, and when you can hear them, they're pretty easy to understand.

*Handwriting;

Sol's handwriting often mimics their mental state. On better days, it's pretty neat with curved letters that flow easily and are very legible, and on worse days, it's scrambled with misspellings and grammar errors along with uneven spacing and lettering and is very hard to read.

/~/

Personality;

*Likes;

- Quiet

- Peace

- Most people

- All animals

- Nature

*Dislikes;

- Loud noises

- Being pressured

- Decision making

- Feeling out of control

- Arguing

Strengths;

- Mediation

- Running

- Honesty

- Understanding emotion

- Rational

- Intelligent

Weaknesses;

- Anxious

- Delusional

- Fighting (physical)

- Indecisive

- Clumsy

*Fears/Phobias;

Autophobia, Phonophobia, losing people, losing control of his mind, not remembering those he cares about, Agoraphobia

/~/

*Immune System;

Very good

*Allergies;

None

*Addictions;

None

Mental Health;

Generalized Anxiety Disorder, C-PTSD, Depersonalization/Derealization disorder, Insomnia, Memory problems

Physical Health;

Mostly good, though they tend to get dizzy and occasionally pass out if they stand up too fast because of lack of sleep

Left/Right/Ambidextrous;

Ambidextrous

/~/

*Themesong(s);

Ramblings of a Lunatic- Bears In Trees

Secret For The Mad- Dodie

That Funny Feeling- Bo Burnham

How To Disappear Completely- Radiohead

I Exist I Exist I Exist- Flatsound

Runaway- AURORA

Out Of Her Head (skit)- Korban Baxter (This is relating to a few of Sol's episodes, lol)

Goodbye- Bo Burnham

Affiliations;

TBD

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|~| Otaiku |~|

Name; Otaiku Kamau Pemphero.

Shortened Name; Otaiku.

Nickname(s); Whatever you can think of.

/~/

Caste; Academic Fector.

Reputation;

In public, not many people know him. He’s sort of just there, he doesn’t get into the habit of talking to strangers on the street. His coworkers know him to be kind though, a hard worker

and a good person.

Within friend groups, he tends to be the one that everyone rants to about their problems. He’s a great listener and often tries to help in any way that he can. He’ll give advice, he’ll be a shoulder to cry on, or he’ll just sit with you and allow you to do what you need to do. Whatever that may be. He’ll never disrespect someone’s boundaries, not unless he has good reason to believe that it would help in some way. Or sound reason to believe that a certain boundary is doing more harm than good.

Within the group, he’s known to be fair and just. Impartial, keeping the peace between members, and a powerful speaker. Despite how much he’d rather say he isn’t one. He gets along well with practically anyone, and when issues arise in the group, he’s listening to both sides and trying to fix the issue for everyone involved.

Rank; 1st in Command.

Abilities;

15-foot Aura Field.

Shield

Otaiku can create a shield around himself and others, the larger it is the easier it is to break. He can also change its shape and make it into a more stereotypical one that you hold.

Confidence

He can give himself and others boosts to confidence or take away confidence. More confidence would make someone louder, more projected, and less hesitant to take risks. The opposite is true of less confidence. Unfortunately, both only last for up to an hour.

Cybernetic Parts; None.

/~/

Age; 34.

Birthday; October 8th.

Blood Type; A+.

Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Pansexual.

Mono/Ambi/Poly; Ambi.

Alignment; Lawful Good.

/~/

Appearance;

(Credits to lof@[email protected])

Voice; His voice isn’t high and squeaky, but it also isn’t low and gruff. It’s a smooth, medium pitched voice that’s easy to listen to. He tends to speak quieter and softer8, though through the group he’s learned to project more.

Handwriting; His handwriting is legible print most of the time. He knows how to write in cursive, he just prefers print because more people know how to read it compared to cursive. His letters are evenly spaced out, though they do tend to be on the smaller side.

/~/

Personality;

Patient / Hesitant / Polite / Indecisive / Calm / Somewhat Gullible / Rational / Somewhat Judgmental / Altruistic / Passive / Wise / Withdrawn / Sympathetic / Apprehensive / Thoughtful / Extremely Forgiving / Mature / Ambivert / Trustworthy / Somewhat Flaky / Great Listener / Considerate / Alert / Determined / Poised / Fair / Neat / Collected / Attentive / Peacemaker / Organized / Tactful / Idealistic / Hard-Working / Loyal / Gentle / Conflict Averse / Honest / Understanding / Ambitious / Compassionate / Agreeable / Awkward / Modest / Impartial / Anxious / Sensible / Supportive / Gracious / Quiet / Cautious / Humble / Protective / Diplomatic / Cooperative / Communicative / Judicial / Sentimental

Likes; History, Writing, Reading, Peace/Quiet, Children, Food, Hiking, and Nature.

Dislikes; Arguing/Conflict, Caste System, Abuse, Public Speaking, Large Crowds, Pressure, Loud Noises, and Failure.

Strengths; Public Speaking(oh the irony), Patient, Diplomatic, Understanding Emotions, Peacemaker, Rational, Writing, and Listening.

Weaknesses; Anxious, Apprehensive, Way Too Forgiving, Passive, Conflict Averse, Insomnia, Social Settings, and Too Trusting.

Fears/Phobias; Failing his team. Not just as a leader, but as a friend too.

/~/

Immune System; His immune system is in peak condition.

Allergies; None.

Addictions; None.

Mental Health; Insomnia, Mild PTSD, Mild Anxiety, and Mild Depression.

Physical Health; He’s in great shape at the moment, with a lot more muscle than he used to have, which is a more recent development. Other than that, he is near-sighted.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Right-Handed.

/~/

Themesong(s);

Anti-Gravity by RUNAGROUND.

Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab.

Be Somebody by Thousand Foot Krutch.

Revolution by The Score.

Renegades by X Ambassadors.

Someday by Nickelback.

If Everyone Cared by Nickelback.

Lullaby by Nickelback.

Johnny Boy by Twenty One Pilots.

Screen by Twenty One Pilots.

Guns for Hands by Twenty One Pilots.

Chosen Ones by Mountains vs. Machines.

Heroes of Today by Once Monsters.

Why Worry by Set It Off.

Take It Out On Me by Thousand Foot Krutch.

Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch.

Affiliations; TBD.

Occupation; Historian.

|~| Promachus |~|

Name; Promachus Gabriel Valiant.

Shortened Name; Promachus. Agent Valiant.

Nickname(s); Gabe. Whatever you come up with. Fair warning, he may punch you. Or a wall. Hopefully a wall.

/~/

Caste; Enforcer Fector.

Reputation;

At the workplace, he’s seen as an efficient worker. A cold, distant, glaring force that no one can stop. He’s well respected, and whenever the higher ups have to send someone on special cases, they send him. If they have to send someone up to the capital for a government level job, they send him. Very few don’t know of his anger, a hole in the wall from when colleagues didn’t come back that the station simply decided to not fix, because it’d only get punched again later, showcases his anger better than anything else. A constant reminder to not upset this harsh, unstoppable enforcer. A perfect example of what the world looks for in enforcers.

Outside of the workplace? Some look to him with fear due to his caste and job, most respect him, and few try to make conversation. Even with friends, it’s rare to see him smiling. He has a constant frown, constantly searching eyes for possible weaknesses, strengths, advantages, disadvantages, weapons, and escapes. Closer friends, while still rare for him to smile, he at least doesn’t look like he’s constantly judging them.

Within the group, he’s probably seen as the ‘mom friend’. Overprotective, scolding, and just overall being a typical ‘helicopter mom’. He has perfected the disappointed look, and usually tries to keep his anger in check for them. No promises though, this man is still an angry, wall punching, table flipping, harsh force to be reckoned with.

Rank; 2nd in Command.

Abilities;

3-foot Aura Field.

Strategize

Promachus can see the most successful course of action in any scenario using the information given to him. He can see how everyone around him is most likely to respond and how those responses ricochet off of one another. Basically, show him what’s going on somewhere and he can tell you what looks like the best idea. Usually, he’s right on the money too.

Alter Gravity

Exactly what it sounds like. Promachus can alter the gravity of everything and everyone around him. This includes making gravity lighter and heavier. He can push people onto the ground, change the direction of gravity for people and items, and cause people to float upwards. It is done by contact, at least for the initial change. Changing it back does not require contact.

Cybernetic Parts;

Left Eye.

Left Hand to Middle of Forearm.

Right Leg.

Hidden Guns in Palm and Back of Left Hand.

/~/

Age; 28.

Birthday; April 23rd.

Blood Type; B-.

Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Demi-Sapiosexual.

Mono/Ambi/Poly; Ambi, leans towards Mono.

Alignment; Lawful Neutral.

/~/

Appearance;

(Credits to lof@[email protected])

Voice; Promachus’ voice is low and deep. He sounds gruff, gravelly, and smooth all in one. His voice is almost always clear and firm, one that demands attention and being listened to.

Handwriting; He writes in print, perfectly legible print. It gives off vibes of being serious, even when it isn’t about something dire. It’s very professional; easy to read, easy to write, easy to understand. Well, as long as they have some form of education higher than junior high.

/~/

Personality;

Dominant / Controlling / Independent / Headstrong / Determined / Unruly / Courageous / Overprotective / Confident / Somewhat Impulsive / Enduring / Rigid / Sensible / Demanding / Responsible / Dogmatic / Loyal / Anger Issues / Visionary / Vindictive / Dedicated / Paranoid / Meticulous / Opinionated / Realistic / Harsh / Reliable / Impatient / Hard-Working / Pessimistic / Practical / Rude / Serious / Possessive / Strong-Willed / Workaholic / Assertive / C-PTSD / Observant / Obsessive / Organized / Cold / Mature / Distant / Logical / Cynical / Firm / Resilient / Strict / Grounded / Uncompromising / Dependable / Short-Tempered / Secure / Secretive / Steadfast / Callous / Trustworthy / Aggressive / Diligent / OCPD / Irritable / Resourceful / Ambitious / Bold / Anti-Social / Analytical / Reserved / Efficient / Judgmental / Sarcastic / Perfectionist

Likes; Order, Rules, Lists, Control, People Listening, Getting Stuff Done, and Exercise.

Dislikes; Disorder/Messes, Imperfection, People Not Listening, Inactivity, Emotions, Sudden/Loud Noises(Sometimes Background Noise), Children, and Most People.

Strengths; Physical Strength/Fighting, Athletic, Aim, Strategy, Detail-Oriented, Logical, Realistic, and Resourceful.

Weaknesses; Vindictive, Anger Issues, Harsh, Possessive, Obsessive, Uncompromising, Cold, and Controlling.

Fears/Phobias; Losing the people he cares about, Failing the people he cares about, Having the chance to save someone and not taking it, and Not having control over a situation.

/~/

Immune System; It’s in perfect shape, most of the time. When it fails though, it fails.

Allergies; None.

Addictions; None.

Mental Health; Insomnia, C-PTSD, OCPD, mild to severe Depression.

Physical Health; As one could expect from someone with a physically active job, he’s in great shape.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Left-Handed.

/~/

Themesong(s);

Angry Too by Lola Blanc.

Fading Memories by Famous Last Words.

Calm Down by Krewella.

Who Am I by Besomorph & RIELL.

Push by Thousand Foot Krutch.

Migraine by Twenty One Pilots.

Vendetta by UNSECRET & Krigarè.

I Am the Fire by Halestorm.

Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes.

Revenge, And a Little More by Unlike Pluto.

Let ‘em Burn by NOTHING MORE.

Go To War by NOTHING MORE.

Right Left Wrong by Three Days Grace.

Scars by No name faces.

Weight of the World by Citizen Soldier.

CHAINSAW BLOOD (English) by Will Stetson.

Affiliations; TBD.

Occupations; Religious Enforcer and Government Level Investigator. Being a religious enforcer is actually one of the main reasons he started questioning his own faith.

|~| Raphael |~|

Name; Raphael Omri Hariph.

Shortened Name; Raphael. Doctor Hariph.

Nickname(s); Raph. Whatever else you come up with.

/~/

Caste; Healer Fector.

Reputation;

Raphael’s reputation is that of being one of the best doctors around. Any patients of his will recommend him, though warn people of how snarkily cold he can be. He’s a hard worker, and definitely appreciated by those in the hospital for his abilities, willingness to help whoever needs it, and getting things done when they need to be done.

Within the group, he’s probably seen as an older brother figure. Protective, snarky, sarcastic, and yet supportive. The one to dress one’s wounds, put them to bed, help them with homework, and yet tease them at every corner. He has threatened to throw things at a few of them whenever they didn’t leave him alone or were being incredibly obnoxious or loud. His bedside manners still suck, but at least it’s obvious he cares for all of them.

Rank; Chief Medical.

Abilities;

5-foot Aura Field.

Diagnosis

If a patient describes a symptom or is wounded, Raphael can immediately make an accurate diagnosis for whatever is causing the issue and what needs to be done. This doesn’t work if the patient either isn’t visibly wounded/hurt or doesn’t describe the issue.

Blood Transfusion

Raphael can change his blood type or other properties within his blood. Called Blood Transfusion as that’s what he mostly uses it for. Blood Transfusions, so that patients can get the exact type of blood they’re losing. If the patient has something in their blood, then he may recommend a blood transfusion so he can give them what’s essentially their blood without the issue in it.

Cybernetic Parts;

Right Eye.

/~/

Age; 33.

Birthday; September 5th.

Blood Type; Varies.

Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Demisexual.

Mono/Ambi/Poly; Ambi.

Alignment; Lawful Neutral.

/~/

Appearance;

(Credits to lof@[email protected])

Voice; Raphael’s voice is on the lower end of the spectrum, slightly gruffer than what one would expect. It’s gravelly in a sort of soothing way too. His voice isn’t quiet enough to be missed, but it also isn’t loud enough to hurt someone’s ears. He’s had to learn how to speak with good diction, constantly calm(if not sometimes tired/bored) tone, and careful volume as a doctor.

Handwriting; As with every doctor in existence, his handwriting is practically chicken scratch. Really, it’s just quick, closely spaced cursive handwriting without any added flair. Luckily for those around him, he prefers typing things out and printing it so that’s legible.

/~/

Personality;

Straightforward / Harsh / Realistic / Temperamental / Serious / Skeptical / Reasonable / Stubborn / Supportive / Cold / Mature / Distant / Dependable / Critical / Decisive / Responsible / Uptight / Hard-Working / Sarcastic / Observant / Intelligent / Reliable / Practical / Stressed / Alert / Meticulous / Tired / Restless / Loyal / Balanced / Patient / Protective / Rational / Collected / Calm / Sensible / Blunt / C-PTSD / Snarky / Workaholic / Logical / Self-Aware / Organized / Steadfast / Diplomatic / Confidential / Cautious / Caring

Likes; Helping People, Solitude, Food, Music, Peace/Quiet, People Listening to His Advice, Mature People, and Animals.

Dislikes; Sudden Change, Caste System, Sudden Noise, Abuse of Any Kind, Ignorant People, Most People(the irony), Arguing/Conflict, and People Not Taking His Advice.

Strengths; Medical Knowledge, Supportive, Self-Aware, Organized, Healthy, Honest, Loyal, and Mature.

Weaknesses; Skeptical, Critical, Temperamental, Workaholic, His Bedside Manners, Insomnia, Smoking, and Harsh.

Fears/Phobias; Ha, Irfam has given him so many scares that he’s basically gotten over everything. But, well, he’s still a bit fearful that one day something will happen that he won’t be able to fix with all his medical expertise. That someday someone will be too hurt to help.

/~/

Immune System; As one should be able to expect from a doctor, his immune system is in peak condition.

Allergies; Lactose intolerant.

Addictions; Unfortunately, he did pick up smoking at one point. That’s it though, and he makes sure not to do it around children, patients, or anyone he’s aware of at risk of an asthma attack/PTSD episode.

Mental Health; Insomnia and C-PTSD.

Physical Health; His physical health is about as great as one might expect from a doctor getting close to his mid-30s.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Ambidextrous.

/~/

Themesong(s);

breathin’ by Thomas Sanders & Foti.

How to Save a Life by The Fray.

Talk to Me by Cavetown.

Fix You by Coldplay.

Wherever You Will Go by The Calling.

The Messenger by Twenty One Pilots.

Friend, Please by Twenty One Pilots.

Neon Gravestones by Twenty One Pilots.

The World Is Ugly by My Chemical Romance.

One More Light by Linkin Park.

Iridescent by Linkin Park.

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry.

The Scientist by Coldplay.

See You Soon by Coldplay.

Disenchanted by My Chemical Romance.

Affiliations; TBD.

Occupation; Doctor.

|~| Beste |~|

Name; Beste Kusan Wiam.

Shortened Name; Beste.

Nickname(s); Whatever you can come up with!

/~/

Caste; Traveler Gration.

Reputation;

As a DJ and Singer, they of course have fans. Beste is probably seen as cool, as someone who made the best of the caste she’s in. He’s lively, open, and confident. Basically what everyone wishes they could be like. So they’ve definitely got a good reputation with strangers and acquaintances.

Within the group, as one of the youngest? He’s probably seen as a younger sibling. Energetic, loud, and enthusiastic. The one to tease everyone, the one to assume things will just be given to her, the one to help out with getting everyone together. Also known to send random messages to everyone that have no apparent meaning other than to annoy them. Not to mention doing impersonations of everyone with the exact voice of that person. Still serious enough to get stuff done, so she’s a good source of moral support and productivity.

Rank; Chief Communications.

Abilities;

10-foot Aura Field.

Message

Beste has the ability to send people one-way messages. People will hear these messages in their head in her voice(unless she uses his other ability), but be unable to respond to them. She can’t read minds, despite popular belief(they totally want to learn how to, since her grandmother had the same ability and could). Unfortunately, at least for now, he can only send messages.

Sound Manipulation

Beste can manipulate everything involving sound. At least for himself. She can change her voice, make it sound doubled, echo, change the frequency, change the volume, change the pitch- You name it and they can do it. He can even make it sound like there’s two people with completely different voices.

Cybernetic Parts; None.

/~/

Age; 26.

Birthday; August 12th.

Blood Type; AB+.

Gender; AMAB Pangenderflux. All pronouns.

Sexuality; Pansexual.

Mono/Ambi/Poly; Ambi.

Alignment; Neutral Good.

/~/

Appearance;

(Credits to lof@[email protected])

Voice; It varies. Usually though, they tend to do a very androgynous voice, right in the middle of pitch. An easily projected voice, an easily listened to voice, and easily modified voice. Sometimes, they’ll do a more stereotypical feminine or masculine voice. The way he speaks is a lot less modified, though she does use a ton of slang.

Handwriting; Their handwriting is a legible cursive with a dramatic flair added to it, though he tends to add in a lot of slang in her writing.

/~/

Personality;

Friendly / Dominant / Lively / Stubborn / Carefree / Arrogant / Social / Slightly Childish / Patient / Self-Centered / Responsible / Proud / Thoughtful / Opinionated / Attentive / Dramatic / Creative / Fiery / Dependable / Vain / Caring / Melodramatic / Sarcastic / Sassy / Snarky / Laid-Back / Enthusiastic / Hard-Working / Ambitious / Narrow-Minded / Decisive / Snobbish / Charismatic / Prying / Determined / Warm-Hearted / Somewhat Impulsive / Expressive / Head-Strong / Protective / Possessive / Major Extrovert

Likes; Music, People, Parties, Dancing, Socializing, Singing, Exercise, and Attention.

Dislikes; Solitude, Complete/Utter Silence, The Dark, Boredom, Inactivity, Caste System, Arguing/Conflict, and Failure.

Strengths; Perfect Pitch, Singing, Charismatic, Sass Queen, Decisive, Extremely Physically Flexible, Creativity, and Making Music.

Weaknesses; Physical Strength, Drama King, Arrogance, Possessive, Vain, Narrow-Minded, Pries When They Shouldn’t, and Inflexible.

Fears/Phobias; Beste is probably most afraid of being forgotten, of being left behind, or just dying. That would suck too, especially if it’s slow and painful! No, thank you!

/~/

Immune System; You know… It actually doesn’t suck. Her immune system used to be terrible, but it’s gotten a lot better in recent years.

Allergies; None.

Addictions; As with so many other entertainers, Beste has ended up getting into the world of smoking and drinking. Luckily, they haven’t gotten into anything else, and he isn’t a raging alcoholic either.

Mental Health; Other than some rather mild PTSD and mild Insomnia? She’s actually doing rather great.

Physical Health; He’s always been a bit on the thin side, but she’s definitely healthy. They try to have some sort of routine exercise, but sometimes they forget. Though, his work probably makes up for it a bit.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Right-Handed.

/~/

Themesong(s);

Headphones by Britt Nicole.

Escape by Megan Nicole.

Good Time by Owl City & Carly Rae Jepsen.

Pompeii by Bastille.

Best Day Of My Life by American Authors.

Hometown by Twenty One Pilots.

I’m Not Famous by AJR.

Let the Games Begin by AJR.

Fireflies by Owl City.

American Idiot by Green Day.

High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco.

Thunder by Imagine Dragons.

Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! At The Disco.

Hey Look Ma, I Made It by Panic! At The Disco.

Stomp Me Out by Bryce Fox.

Lane Boy by Twenty One Pilots.

Affiliations; TBD.

Occupation(s); Singer/Entertainer/DJ.

|~| Irfam |~|

Name; Irfam Oryam Ellery.

Shortened Name; Irfam.

Nickname(s); Whatever you can come up with.

/~/

Caste; Caste Exempt. (Formerly Enforcer Fector)

Reputation;

His reputation varies on who you ask, some call him crazy, some call him kind, most everyone can at least agree he’s a bit strange, a bit eccentric, compared to everyone else. Many say that he probably shouldn’t have been made exempt, the same ones that call him reckless and insane. But the government’s leaderboards for each career don’t lie, and he’s in the top three(actually is #1, with his lab partner right behind him). Frankly, he doesn’t know the exact spot, he hasn’t checked it since he reached the top five years ago. Given the fact that he lives in his workplace, he only really leaves for food or check-ins with his doctor or to hang out with friends sometimes, so his reputation is mostly made up of whatever is on the news about him(usually about one of his inventions blowing up in his face or a successful invention that is believed to be a great thing) or what people see of him whenever he does leave.

With friends, and sometimes just people in general, they tend to be a jokester, always with a grin that reaches their eyes behind their mask. They’re kind, teasing, and just seemingly happy-go-lucky. They’ll help their friends with anything they need help with, offer advice or invent something to solve the problem. With closer friends, they tend to let more slip about how they’re actually doing.

Rank; Eventual Chief STEM.

Abilities;

Varying Aura Field.

Power Blueprint

Irfam has the ability to see someone’s ability in action and immediately have a mental blueprint for a way to simulate it. Whether that be through a weapon, implants, prosthetic limbs, armor, or some other type of tech/upgrade. Originally, these blueprints were solely mental. Nowadays, they can download the blueprints into their eye that projects blueprints holographically and use that.

Unexpected Success

In every situation he’s handed, he can choose to see what people expect will happen or that he’ll do and how they plan to counter it. Along with this, he can see what they would be totally unprepared for with the highest chance of success in his favor, along with how to execute it properly.

Fire Walls

Any ability that has to do with the brain, heart, or soul cannot get through without either their permission or hacking in. Permissions best, obviously, and the ‘fire walls’ will go down if they give it. For what is essentially hacking in, however, it isn’t that easy given what the ‘fire walls’ are. The ‘fire walls’ themselves are basically like checkpoints or barriers or guards to keep people out of their head, heart, or soul, that will alert them whenever someone tries. And of who tries. Due to their disconnected soul, their soul has slightly less fire walls than the other two(mind and heart) but still has plenty to keep most people out. Whenever the ‘fire walls’ push someone out, it is painful for the one getting pushed out.

Cybernetic Parts;

Both Eyes.

Hands to Upper Shoulders & Neck.

Blast Resistant/Bullet Proof Shields in Forearms & Around Spine.

Pockets in the Right Upper Arm.

Cannon in Left Upper Arm/Shoulder.

Chip in Brain to Turn Off All Pain Receptors.

Chip in Brain to Allow Control Over Aura Field.

Lungs, Stomach, Heart All Have Some Cybernetic Parts Infused.

Currently Working on What’s Essentially Leg/Knee Braces.

/~/

Age; 29.

Birthday; March 19th.

Blood Type; O-.

Gender; Demi-Boy. He/They.

Sexuality; Apothi-Apresexual Demiromantic. It’s complicated, put simply.

Mono/Ambi/Poly; Ambi, leans towards Poly.

Alignment; Chaotic Good.

/~/

Appearance;

(Credits to lof@[email protected])

Irfam stands rather average at 5' 8”, though they sometimes seem 5’ 6” due to how slouched their posture is. Their skin tone is a pale color with sickly cool undertones. They have practically no freckles too, which doesn’t exactly help them seem healthier.

Irfam has a diamond face shape, meaning they have a smaller forehead and a smaller sharp chin, the middle of their face larger, the whole thing on the more sunken side. Now for the nose, they have a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts the way the stereotypical normal nose would but then dips down a bit too much.

Their lips… Well, it’s hard to say what they once were, if we’re being honest. They’re usually grinning behind their mask though, smiling. It certainly reaches their eyes, at least. Their lips aren’t very full either, so… Thin? Not like many see them anyways though.

Their eyebrows are rather thin, with practically no arch at all. Finally, their cybernetic eyes are a downturned deepset hooded shape and are heterochromatic. Their left eye is an emerald green, and their right is a red color. The scleras are black and the only true way to tell that they’re cybernetic in the first place, other than the blue seams they have here and there. The green eye can alert them of when their hands are going to jerk or when their legs are going to give out on them seconds before it happens, and their red-orange one can project 3D holograms of the blueprints for their latest inventions. Both are very useful.

Their face is framed by thin black hair that’s usually a total mess. Bed head for days, they’ve given up on getting all of the tangles and cowlicks and craziness out of it for the time being, though it certainly isn’t as bad as it could be. They usually have their hair up in a small ponytail, and it goes down to below the shoulders(but above the middle of their back) when down.

Their body structure could quickly be described as rectangular. Everything about their structure screams that they’re more so built for agility than muscle, if that even. They’re much better suited for inside jobs, in all honesty. They weigh in at 115, with their BMI at 17.48, underweight by 7 pounds. Mostly because they forget meals in preference of inventing, and less meals eaten means more time with their mask on.

For scars… Irfam certainly has quite a few. A burn scar that goes up their right hand to the middle of their upper arm from a fire incident and them not wanting to leave behind one of their work-in-progress inventions. Plenty of small scars on both palms and fingers from their years of tinkering, along with a larger one from an incident with broken glass on their left palm. The gloves they wear usually hide those easily. They have plenty at their legs too, ones that if they are seen and asked about, a simple answer of them being from ‘incidents’ get most to assume they’re from his work too. They don’t really plan on telling anyone what the multitude of those are actually from. They also have one at their chest, it wasn’t deep, only just so for a scar to form, and it goes down the length of their sternum. Frankly, one of the only reasons it scarred was because of how long the blade of glass was there for.

And then, of course, the ones starting at the throat just below the chin and making their way up to right below their nose. Incidents with broken glass have caused odd ones at odd angles at their cheeks and mouth, while incidents with acid have caused the majority of other ones. Blotches at their throat from acid, places where even with their mouth closed you’d be able to see teeth and gums, and blotches at their cheeks- One particularly bad blotch at their right cheek was nearly bad enough to create a gaping hole there to see into their mouth. Luckily, the acid incident is a few years old at this point, so the risk of it doing that suddenly/randomly aren’t as high. They do have a mask that they wear practically at all times that covers all of the scars at their lower face and upper throat.

But, ah, let’s talk about those hands and arms again. After all, they’re cybernetic too. Though, frankly, they tend to hide them in public due to their appearance. Both hands are about 95% cybernetic, made completely by him. But flesh is tangled up in the cybernetic and makes up about 5% of his hands. A gross monstrosity that he refuses to change. Despite the twitches and flinches that his hands and arms have. And his arms aren’t much better either. Again, metal and flesh are intertwined, only now the metal makes up about 85-90% and the flesh makes up 10-15%, up to the elbows where it changes to almost completely metal again(90-97%) until the upper shoulders where it goes to mostly flesh. Where the flesh is about 85-90% and by the neck it’s practically completely flesh(95-97%). The wrist does have a small slit to where he can eat/charge using it, which is very helpful. The forearms have blast resistant shields installed in them for the more explosive experiments, and his right upper arm has small pockets to store things. His left upper arm and lower shoulder have a shoulder cannon installed in it that can come out at a moments notice, purely for self defense or to protect his inventions. The fingers of the hands have tools they can use for inventions installed in them.

Voice; Their voice, according to most people, is annoying. It’s higher pitched, a bit squeaky, somehow seems constantly hoarse no matter how much water they drink, and the diction/tone/frequency/pitch- Whatever it is! Just seems to be constantly changing. Put simply, their voice is incredibly animated and dramatic.

Handwriting; Ha, you thought this would be legible, didn’t you?! As if! Hahaha! In all seriousness though, his handwriting changes. Sometimes it’s perfectly legible, other times it looks like a small child had picked up a pencil for the first time, and sometimes these changes happen every other word. He can still read it, and though he’d never tell, he does it on purpose. His signature, surprisingly, doesn’t change each time. Instead, every letter is done in a different style of writing. He’s quite proud of his system of writing, and tends to snicker to himself whenever he writes anything. Even if it’s something extremely serious.

/~/

Personality;

Creative / Analytical / Extremely Intelligent / Workaholic / Self-Destructive / Maladjusted Extrovert / Crafty / Reserved / Delusional / Impatient / Anxiety / Happy-Go-Lucky / Self-Sacrificial / Childish / Forgetful(Unless repeated or habitual) / Daredevil / Secretive / Reckless / Disturbing Mind / Talkative / Determined / C-PTSD / Liberosis / Trusting / Tolerant / Overthinks / Hermit / Heart of Gold / Observant / Insecure / Troubled / Restless / Humorous / Friendly / Hallucinations / Selfless / Very Curious / No Impulse Control / Loyal / Blunt / Fidgety / Controversial / Self-Sabotage / Empathetic / Insomniac / Sensitive / Energetic / Awkward / Paranoid / Let’s Blow Things Up For Science! / Very Disorganized / Whimsical / Ambition / Adaptable / Mauerbauertraurigkeit / Abandonment Issues / Steadfast / Protective / Inventive / Absent-Minded / Emotional / Over-imaginative

Likes: Inventing, Learning, Academics, Fixing Stuff, Joking Around, Food, People, Reading, and Taking Risks.

Dislikes: Being Alone, Utter Silence, Large Crowds, Bright Light, Eating, Undivided Attention, Loud Noises, Pity, and Failure.

Strengths: Inventing/Engineering, Academics, Observant, Selfless, Intelligent, Predictions, Determined, Empathy, Steady, Ambitious, and Adaptable.

Weaknesses: Prone to Delusions and Hallucinations, Self-Destructive, Impulsive, Social Settings, Very Disorganized, Self-Conscious/Insecure, Sometimes Motor Functions, Absent-Minded, Anxiety, Impatient, and Extremely Curious.

Fears/Phobias; You think this guy is scared of anything? Haha, as if. Now why would you think that?.. Fine, he’s scared of things like every other living being. He’s very good at pretending not to be though too, and anything involving bodily harm really doesn’t fear him. Pain used to, but one of the chips in his brain solved that. Honestly, the only thing to say is losing friends or some social interactions. Oh, wait- And large crowds and public speaking to them! Just blow him up, please and thank you! Sometimes specific phobias do pop up, such as Haphephobia/Aphenphosmphobia.

/~/

Immune System; Other than the impaired immune system he has from everything else? It’s pretty good. He’s actually working on a chemical that should fix his immune system too anyways.

Allergies; Surprisingly, none.

Addictions; Blowing things up, ‘upgrading’ his body/organs/limbs? Does that stuff count?

Mental Health; C-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, Anxiety, Schizoaffective Disorder, Derealization/Depersonalization, Psychosis, and Eating Disorders.

Physical Health; Sometimes they lose control of their finer motor functions. More than that, sometimes their legs give out on them.

Soul Disorder(s); Disconnected Soul and Irregular Soul, keeping watch for signs of a Fractured Soul per doctor’s orders. (And forgetting to do so)

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Ambidextrous.

/~/

Themesong(s);

Teen Idle by MARINA.

O.D.D. by Hey Violet.

Stupid & Anxious by Sew Intricate.

Lagtrain (English) by Will Stetson.

Lost Umbrella (English) by Will Stetson.

TV Head by Elliot Lee.

Heat Waves by Glass Animals.

Pork Soda by Glass Animals.

All Eyes On Me by Bo Burnham.

Content by Bo Burnham.

Goodbye by Bo Burnham.

Look Who’s Inside Again by Bo Burnham.

Don’t Wanna Know by Bo Burnham.

All Time Low by Bo Burnham.

Any Day Now by Bo Burnham.

agoraphobic by CORPSE.

Anxiety Song by Human Petting Zoo.

Toxic Thoughts by Faith Marie.

Antidote by Faith Marie.

I Deserve to Bleed by Sushi Soucy.

Art Is Dead by Bo Burnham.

Villain by Wild Fire.

Medicine by Hollywood Undead.

Sarcasm by Get Scared.

Twisted by MISSIO.

CEMETERY by AViVA.

Nightmare by Set It Off.

Upside Down by Elliot Lee.

Wonderland by Sounds Like Harmony.

NVM by Faith Marie.

A Little Messed Up by june.

Sanity by Unlike Pluto.

Losing My Mind by Mystery Skulls.

Circles by Kira & Rachie.

Kitchen Fork by Jack Conte.

Dig the Crazy by Faith Marie.

Poison by Cavetown.

Imaginary Friends by Grenon.

trapped in the thought of free by Faith Marie.

Villain Of My Own Story by Unlike Pluto.

Mistakes by Amanda Joy.

figure it out by Faith Marie.

Freak Show by Set It Off.

I’m Not Ok by Weathers.

Affiliations; TBD.

Occupations;

Inventor, Scientist, Weapon’s Engineer, Chemical Engineer, Cybernetic Engineer, and Mechanical Engineer.

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Trigger Warning for Ash's part; implyed sexual abuse, major manipulation, and some physical abuse

Amos groaned as their alarm went off, turning over and slamming his hand down on the clock. It felt to early to get up, but, after five more minutes of contemplating their life choices and career path, Amos forced himself up, huffing as their feet hit the cold ground.

As he dressed and started making a cup of coffee, their phone rang. Rolling his eyes, Mos picked up, waiting for the overly loud voice of his co-worker.

"Amos! Are you up yet? We got a new case in this morning!"

They couldn't help but chuckle at the excitement in the others voice, grabbing their coffee cup as he responded. "I'm up, Nial, especially now, but really, you could have just waited until I got to work. I'm never that late, am I?"

"No, but I couldn't wait! Actually, you were late last week, remember? How am I supposed to know it won't happen again?"

"My alarm broke, Nial, it was a rare occasion." Amos stated, shaking their head slightly in amusement.

"Probably because you hit it too hard." Nial stated, and Mos could practically hear the pout in his voice. "You never did like waking up."

"That's true enough, but I can promise you I won't be late again for a while, okay? Now, I'm going to hang up so I can drive, I'll see you in ten, kiddo."

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Amos. I'm going to be angry if you aren't here in ten minutes though." He hung up and Amos smiled, stepping outside and getting into the car to begin the drive to work.

"Wake up, darling! We have work to do!"

Ash flinched as a hand lightly cupped their cheek, brushing a thumb over their lips. It took a moment for their eyes to focus as they opened them, greeted with the sight of August's grinning face. He was already dressed and up, blue eyes gleaming as he watched Ash. They shivered, wondering silently how long he'd sat there just staring at them sleep.

Likely a while.

August drew his hand back and Ash sat up, wincing as pain shot up their sides. Auggie chuckled, obviously amused by the pained expression. "What's wrong, Ashy? Come on, I've done worse than that before, I'm sure you can handle it. You're very strong after all."

"S-sorry." Ash mumbled, dropping their eyes down and gripping the blanket that was draped over their lap. Their anxiety spiked as August grabbed their chin and lifted it, forcing them to look into his eyes again.

"Speak up, sweetheart, and don't stutter. You're better than that."

Swallowing, Ash took a breath, fighting against the tightening lump in their throat. It was suffocating.

"Sorry." They managed, earning a smile from August.

"Don't worry about it, love. Now, get dressed, okay? I'll make you some breakfast."

Ash nodded as their partner dropped their chin and stood, watching them expectantly.

"Thank you."

August beamed. "My pleasure, Ashy!" Then, he turned, trotting happily from the room and leaving Ash to sort themself out. It took them several, painful minutes to actually get out of bed and get dressed, and once they managed that, they stumbled down the hall to the kitchen, sitting down at the table as August place a small plate of food in front of them.

Ash ate obediatnly, fully aware that they were going to throw it up later. Once they finished, Auggie smiled and gently pulled them to their feet wrapping his arms around them and kissing them gently. "I'm proud of you, Ashy. You're so brave and strong." He carefully reached up and brushed some hair from Ash's eyes before lightly pressing their head to his shoulder, cradling them in his arms and running his fingers kindly through their hair. "You know, I could never endure what you have, you're so much better than me."

Ash wanted to protest. They weren't better. Obviously they weren't better. August had saved them, he'd taken them under his wing after their father hurt them. He was better. He was best.

"I'm so sorry if I ever hurt you, I never mean it. I swear. I'd never hurt you on purpose, Ashy. I love you." Ash felt themself melt into Ausust's embrace, the words sending warmth through their whole body. It wasn't a lie. August loved them. He never meant to hurt them, he never wanted to hurt them. It was Ash's fault for disobeying, that was all. August was just trying to keep them safe.

He loved them.

"I... love you too, August."

And they did. Of course they did, how could they not?

Sol watched the window silently, eyes slightly blurred from lack of sleep as always. Papers were scattered on their desk and floor, and a book lay open on his lap, untouched for the past hour. The breaking of dawn was always the hardest hour to get through, the last hope of rest fleeing with the darkness of night. Still, Sol was fully aware that sleeping was too risky, he'd much rather die of exaughtion than of the fear and pain that came to them in sleep. Sleep was was a direct path to the after life, and Sol had had more than one interaction with the dead as his power fell out of control.

Now, however, they sighed deeply, forcing his mind back to reality. He should get ready for the day. And clean up. God, why did they always make such a mess? It was rediculas. Sure, the frustion of exaughtion was bad, but they really should learn not to toss their drawings and work on the floor, it just led to a more uncomfortable morning. Forcing their feet to move, Sol closed his book and stood, grabbing a change of clothes, showering, and making what would be his seventh cup of coffee this morning before beginning to pick up.

By the time they'd finished, the sky was blue and the sun was up. One of the many alarms on Sol's phone buzzed, alerting them that work started in twenty minutes and he should probably get going. He sighed deeply and grabbed his bag, jotting down another note on their phone to remember to stop by the store after work and grab some groceries and cat food, then he smiled at his cat, Rosewater, and brushed a hand over her fur before hurrying out the door. Another great start to another great day.

Amory was already ready for the day by the time the sun started to rise, and he was out the door and on the way to work the second that the clock hit seven AM. He moved quickly as always, choosing to jog to the station rather than drive.

It wasn't that far away anyway, only about fifteen minutes, and this was a great warm-up to start off the day.

As soon as Amory entered the police station, he was greeted by his co-worker, Esmond, who waved and smiled in greeting. Amory just rolled his eyes and brushed past him to get to the locker room and change.

Esmond, unfortunately, followed, needing to change as well.

"How's it going, Mory? Anything fun happen last night."

"Don't call me that." Amory huffed, turning away from the smaller male as he began changing. "And none of your concern, dumbass."

Esmond sighed, slightly annoyed by Amory's attitude. "Just a question, man. No need to be rude."

"I never asked you to talk to me anyway."

"We're a team, Amory. We've gotta communicate."

"About work. Not make small talk about bullshit that doesn't matter."

"Just trying to be friendly." Esmond stated, shrugging.

Amory rolled his eyes again, turning as he finished with his uniform. "Well try less. I'm not interested in your friendship."

A flash of hurt spread over Esi's face before it was replaced by his normal calm expression. "Got it. You're an asshole."

Amory grunted. "Sure. And you're still a dumbass."

Kostas woke up early as usual and got ready for work. He prepared breakfast for himself, which he ate quickly, along with a plate for Irfam. He was fully aware that his co-worker wasn't the best at taking care of himself, so he'd taken the responsibility without being asked. He cared about Irfam, so he should take care of them. It was logical, it made sense.

In his normal, orderly fashion, Kostas put all his things together. Everything had place, and everything was tidy, just as he liked it, or, rather, just as he needed it. Color coded and in numerical or A-Z order. Perfect.

Without wasting time, Kostas double (then triple) checked that he had everything before heading out and quadroople checking that the door was locked. The lab wasn't too far away, so Kostas got there quickly, knocking lightly to alert Irfam to his presence before pushing the door open.

"Good morning, Irfam." Kostas greeted softly, placing the plate of food on the table next to where his co-worker lay, just the same as he always did. Kostas treasured routeen, it kept things flowing smoothly, even if experiments were different every day.

Without wasting much time, he started cleaning the place up. Sure, the lab would quickly get destroyed again, but it was nice to have the room cleaned up at the start, and then Kos would clean it again at the end of the day before going home. As he worked, he made sure to keep an ear open for Irfam, in case they wanted to speak. "Are you well this morning?" He questioned, continuing to work even as he spoke.

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December 16, 2022 10:51 PM

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Otaiku Kamau Pemphero | Male | 34 | Pansexual | Ambi | Academic Fector | 1st Command | 15ft Aura/Shield/Confidence | Mentions; Amos(Ind), Promachus(Ind).

The sound of an alarm clock woke him up, right at 6 AM. The alarm clock was an old one, one that he’d managed to get from one of the old vintage stores where the black block with blaring red numbers showing the time was still sold. The sound was just as annoying as he had read reports of it being a thousand times over. No wonder people back then hated getting up.

Luckily for him, he was a morning person anyways. So with a quick hit on the top of it to make the sound stop, he was sitting up. And then he was standing, doing a quick stretch as he made his way over to the closet to get dressed for the day.

As he got ready, which consisted of getting dressed and making breakfast, he received a call from a coworker. James Arthur, to be exact, who had two Academic parents that were also both historians at the workplace. The Arthur family were all pretty nice, and people that Tai were looking at to recruit eventually. Depending on how the next month went, at least. Which was hopefully well. Especially since he had two people that would be able to listen in and make sure they weren’t getting too much attention. Regardless, he pressed the accept button and put his colleague on speaker so that he could keep getting ready.

“This is Otaiku Pemphero, how are you today, James?” As he spoke, he started making a cup of coffee.

“Hey, Otaiku, I’ve had a good morning. Hopefully you can say the same. Anyways, I know your shift doesn’t start for another hour, but we just got the new shipment that was supposed to be here tomorrow.”

Otaiku looked over at his phone while waiting for the coffee to be finished. “The one that was supposed to be full of books and artifacts from way back when?”

“Yeah. The mixed shipment. I’ve got my dads going through and sorting the books from the stuff we can sell right now. As soon as they’re done with that, I’m helping Magaret and Leopold put the artifacts we can sell on display. So as soon as you’re here, you’re going to be helping Eve and Cain with reading and archiving the books.”

Otaiku finished pouring his coffee into a travel mug, setting it onto the counter as he grabbed his shoes. “I can be there in thirty minutes? Is that alright?”

As he slipped on his shoes and tied them, he heard James say something to someone else before answering him. “Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Tai.”

He stood, grabbing his keys and phone. “Of course, James, it’s no problem on my part. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, see you when you get here, Tai.”

With that, Otaiku hung up and pocketed his phone. He grabbed the travel mug from the counter along with a small snack for the road, and left his apartment complex, making sure to lock the door behind him before pocketing the keys too. He’d check his mail later, but the thirty minutes had to be used walking to the part office, part antique shop.

*~*~*~*

Promachus Gabriel Valiant | Male | 28 | Demi-Sapiosexual | Ambi | Enforcer Fector | 2nd Command | 3ft Aura/Strategize/Alter Gravity | Mentions; None.

Promachus had been up and moving since 5 AM sharp. As was customary in his schedule. In fact, he had arrived at his place of employment at 6 AM. Not only was he at work by 6 AM, he was in his office, in his chair, organizing his papers, pens, pencils, and other desktop items. All while taking sips from his second cup of coffee.

That being said, now he was reading the different reports he had previously organized. Mostly, he was skimming through them, looking for any keywords or events he needed to know or follow up on. Among what he was looking for was anything that could be vaguely related to his group. Or his late partner.

Regardless, he was still skimming through the reports when his work phone alerted him of a call. Within the first ring, he pressed answer. “This is Agent Valiant, Lead Religious Enforcer and Investigator from Caelum, what can I do for you?”

On the other side, a voice spoke. “Agent Valiant, this is Sr. Agent Calloway. You are being called to serve on a case here in Caelum. We expect you here soon.”

He glanced over at his work phone, nodding along. “Requested location for presence, Senior Agent Calloway?’

“Of course, Agent Valiant. I will send you the coordinates in a moment.”

He paused, looking at the coordinates as they came in, a government level office. They didn’t show the investigation level… Just to make sure. “Level of case, Sr. Agent Calloway?”

“Government, Agent Valiant. There’s been an increase in non-believers and riots in Caelum.”

His eyes narrowed, “Reason for the case is to find out why, Sr. Agent Calloway?”

“That’s correct, Agent Valiant. Along with the task of removal.”

He paused, looking over the coordinates again. “Understood. I will arrive in 15 minutes, Sr. Agent Calloway.”

“Your partner for the investigation will be picked after you arrive. Senior Agent Calloway out.”

With that, he heard her hang up. As she did so, he nodded to himself and stood to leave. He was already certain that today was going to be a long one. Regardless, he left the office, after making sure everything was in its rightful place. Of course. As soon as he’d done that though, he was making his way out of the office, onto the sidewalk, and beginning the 15 minute jog over to the government level office.

*~*~*~*

Raphael Omri Hariph | Male | 33 | Demisexual | Ambi | Healer Fector | Chief Medical | 5ft Aura/Diagnosis/Blood Transfusion | Mentions; Irfam(Ind), Beste(Ind), Kostas(Ind).

Raphael, having a shift at the Caelum Hospital at 7 AM, had woken up at about 5:30 AM. Give or take a few minutes. Regardless of the exact time, Raphael had taken his time to get shower, get dressed, and make breakfast. Enough so, at least, that by the time he had finished eating breakfast, he only had enough time left to make a cup of coffee before leaving and starting the drive to the hospital.

As soon as he was at the hospital and parked in his spot, he was making his way inside. The place was already fairly busy, as it practically always was by the time he clocked in at 7 AM. Within five minutes, the rest of his team was clocked in and ready to start on rounds. Within another two, the med students were back from pre rounds. Which meant rounds could start.

So, as he finished his cup of coffee, he followed the rest of Team A. He just hoped Beste wouldn’t send him any messages during rounds. Which meant no rounds until about 9 AM. He doubted that would happen, but still.

He also hoped that Irfam wouldn’t show up today. Or really at all this week. Those weeks where his friend didn’t were few and far between though. Honestly, it was more likely that Beste wouldn’t send a message for a full day than for Irfam to not show up at all this week. Which reminded him, he still had to make sure that during his lunch he called Irfam and made sure they were taking their medication and eating… Hopefully Kostas would help. Raphael wasn’t sure if he’d ever told him that Irfam was more likely to actually eat when it was some sort of drink. He’d tell Kostas later though, if he remembered then. For now, he needed to focus on rounds.

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Beste Kusan Wiam | AMAB Pangenderflux | 26 | Pansexual | Ambi | Traveler Gration | Chief Communications | 10ft Aura/Message/Sound Manipulation | Mentions; Sol, Amory.

Beste had ended up waking up to the sound of an alarm that had obviously been going off for a few minutes already. And to a piercing pain behind their eyes nonetheless. Groaning and hitting the alarm to shut it off, she rolled out of bed. Quite literally.

Sitting up, he looked around at the rather trashed hotel room. Trying to remember what they’d done the night before brought up nothing but a growing headache. So she gave up on that, and pushed himself to stand. They looked at the time, and then made her way to the small kitchen area.

Technically, he had the whole day. Since they were currently working at a nightclub as a DJ and all. That meant she had until about 9 PM to just chill out, and then he’d head over to the group… And then at, like, 11 PM or so they went to the club and worked. Which meant she basically had nothing to do but coax his fucking headache to nonexistence.

So they grabbed a bottle of water, some aspirin, and rummaged through her cabinets to find his toaster and bread. A good enough breakfast for them, it’d work well enough. Maybe she’d go out today, find something to do…

He ended up burning their toast, making it crisp and hard. The water and aspirin made it edible though, so she still ate it. Luckily, the aspirin was pretty quick in its effects and the headache(which they were starting to think was actually a hangover) became ignorable.

Going over to the couch, he decided that she would do something later. But for now? Just sitting on the couch seemed to be a fine idea. They looked at the time again, noticing it was about the time Sol usually made their way to work. Beste grinned, Sunny was basically the only one who liked the messages, so she went ahead and sent one. ‘Good morning! May the day fuck people over that dare cross your path. Today’s weather shall consist of… Clouds that block the fuckin’ sun because it is way to bright outside otherwise.’

He paused, snickering to themself. She couldn’t read Sol’s mind, yet, but he could imagine the reaction at least. Thinking about reactions had them sending one to Amory. ‘Yooo, biotch. Your playlist today is one helluva ride, I hope you’re ready for fuckin’ Taylor Swift from a hundred years ago or however old she is at this point. Other than music, we also got a whole ass movie recommendation list for movies coming out this year. Not to even mention the lists of upcoming bitches, or dicks, you still haven’t managed to fuck or suck. I mean, I don’t know what you’re into. I bet you’re a fuckin’ bottom.”

Beste busted out laughing by the end of the message sent to Amory, almost falling off the couch as she laughed. He managed to catch themself though, and she just sat back as he imagined the reaction Mory had to be having.

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Irfam Oryam Ellery | AMAB Demi-Boy | 29 | Apothi-Apresexual | Ambi | Caste Exempt | Soon Chief STEM | Vary Aura/Power Blueprint/Unexpected Success/Fire Walls | Mentions; Kostas

Irfam’s room, separated from his lab by a thin wall and door, was dark. His clock said that the sun was at least starting to rise by now though. Which meant he needed to get up. Honestly, he’d been awake for a while now, and could’ve gotten up earlier and started his day earlier. Instead, his eyes found the ceiling. As if the popcorn ceiling was more interesting than any of the inventions he could get up and work on.

They forced their eyes shut for a moment. It wasn’t like they could sleep, they didn’t want to sleep. They wanted to get up and work on something, anything. But their arms felt heavy and it almost seemed like a better idea to just keep laying there. Not sleeping, just laying there. Like they had for the last… Who knew how long? Hours, days, weeks? Hard to tell. Probably not days or weeks… Five hours? Maybe? Something like that, however long it had been since they collapsed on their bed still dressed from the day before. Either way, they were pretty sure they needed to force themself up. At least relatively soon. Regardless of how much their limbs tried to beg them for just five more minutes, because five minutes would turn into five hours if they weren’t careful.

Unfortunately, by the time he heard the door to the lab open and then a light knock on his door, he still hadn’t managed to get up. He did force his eyes open for a moment, as he heard the door open and someone step into his room.

“Good morning, Irfam.”

They went to greet Kostas, only to decide that speaking wasn’t really worth the effort and didn’t. They heard Kostas place something down, probably a plate of food, and then leave the room. As per usual, without shutting the door… Irfam really needed to get up. Kostas was already here and working, or at least cleaning. Probably a good thing, Irfam had ruined the lab after Kostas had left the night before because they had wanted to finish something. Which had ended up being five different things.

He really needed to get up. Laying down wasn’t getting things done and there was only ever so long he could lay down for before he started experiencing some challenges. He needed to get up and help Kostas in the lab, he needed to get up and work, he needed to get up. Not lay uselessly on his bed. He felt a hand brush along his arm.

“Are you well this morning?”

They looked over, half-expecting to see Kostas. They hadn’t heard him come in but it wouldn’t have been the first time that they didn’t hear him. Only Kostas wasn’t there, instead seeing an eerily familiar hand still resting on his arm, which meant that Irfam really needed to get up. And answer the question. Probably. Getting up took priority though, that was for certain. Especially with the hand starting to move and– Irfam’s arms stiffened. The cybernetics, being easier to control in times like this, pushed them into a sitting position and kept them there.

He sat there for a moment, looking over at the plate of breakfast that Kostas had brought. He still needed to answer too. “You didn’t have to bring me…” Irfam paused, eyes narrowing as his brain lost its train of thought, looking away from the plate. He needed to get up still, he wasn’t sure if his legs would carry him though. He needed to work on the leg braces still. Or just make full cybernetic legs… For now, he just spoke again. “Is my cane out there with you?” He paused again, and spoke after a few seconds, deciding he still needed to answer the actual question. “I’m good, by the way. How’s your morning treating you, Kos?”

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Amos was greeted by Nial as soon as he stepped through the doors of his work place, excitement practically pouring off of the younger. Nial was relatively new, only twenty-two, and was a total ball of energy all the time. Of course, the second that Nial was placed in Amos's wing, they jumped in to adopt and teach him. That's just what Amos did, he adopted all of the newbies.

"Good morning, Nial, you're excited." Amos stated, chuckling. Nial nodded in excitement, practically jumping up and down as he shoved a file into Amos's hands.

"Of course I am, Mx. Amos! Look! A new case because of increased riots and non-belivers in Caelum! And, and, guess what, Mx. Amos?"

Amos grinned easily, beginning to skim the file, mainly searching for anything that might concern the group. "What's that, Nial?"

"You get to work with an enforcer! Agent Valiant! You've heard of him, right?! Have you met before? I hear he's super cool!"

Amos had to physically bite their tongue to keep from bursting out laughing at that. Oh, he knew 'Agent Valiant' alright.

"We've met before." Amos said instead, swallowing their laughter. "Are you coming though, you seem very excited for it to be just me working this case."

"I don't think so, I'm just excited for you, Amos."

Amos smiled warmly, closing the file and reaching over to lightly ruffle his hair. "Thanks, kiddo. You know, I can't promise anything, but if you'd like to come, I could try to put in a word for you."

The younger's eyes brightened. "Wait, really?"

"Sure, don't get too excited though, you are still new, and this is a big case, I'm not sure they'll let you even with my word." They barely managed to stabilize himself as Nial tackled him, squeezing them tightly in a hug.

"You're the best, Amos!"

They chuckled again, returning the hug. "Thanks, kiddo."

For a few minutes, Ash leaned into August, taking in the scent of cigarettes mixed with alcohol and lemon soap that rolled off him as he stroked their hair and lightly rocked them back and forth.

These were the moments Ash relished. Moments of calm amidst an evergoing storm. Still, you can only be in the eye of the hurricane for so long before the chaotic destruction returns.

August pulled away, planting a firm kiss on Ash's lips before releasing them completely. "Alright, let's go, Ashy. We've still got work."

Ash dipped their head, following their ow- Their boyfriend out the door and to their broken down car. It took maybe five minutes to get to the old bar that they both worked at. Really, Ash only worked their because August ran the place and allowed them to stick around. Auggie was the bar tender, and Ash was the one who cleaned up after the bar closed, and the one who provided service to tables whenever they ordered food of some sort.

Ash got paid by having a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and a roof over their head. Obviously, they weren't going to ask August for anything more, even if the job was a bit... uncomfortable at times.

‘Good morning! May the day fuck people over that dare cross your path. Today’s weather shall consist of… Clouds that block the fuckin’ sun because it is way to bright outside otherwise.’

Sol paused for a second when the voice first spoke, but recognition came quickly, accompanied by a fond smile and soft chuckle. Beste was truly the best. They finished the short walk to their workplace, a small bakery at the center of town, before pulling out his phone and shooting a short message to his friend quickly.

'Good morning to you too, Beste! I hope the day treats you well (and hope you didn't stay up TOO late last night, haha)! Can't wait to see you tonight! Oh, if you aren't busy or anything you could come to mine and we could walk together? Rosewater would like to see you again! Sending love, Sol. <3'

Smiling fondly, they put their phone in his pocket and headed to their station in the kitchen, tieing their apron around their waist and smiling at his co-worker, Chery, who grinned in response, hands already covered in flour.

"'Morning, Sunshine! How're you?"

"I'm well, how are you?" The two fell into sync easily, twisting around each other in a sort of odd but practiced dance. They baked pastery's and talked with ease, and Sol quickly relaxed as the smell of fresh bread and sweet icing.

"Hey, you two, personalized order! A dozen cupcakes, half vanilla, half chocolate, here are the designs! We need them by noon!"

Sol and Chery paused, taking the order from Akira, the worker at the front, and then grinned at each other. Custom orders were the best, they allowed an amount of creativity that wasn't typical in the bakery. Usually, the two had to stick to the menu (unless they managed to convince Akira to add a special of sorts.), but with customs came icing designs, and those were hella fun.

‘Yooo, biotch. Your playlist today is one helluva ride, I hope you’re ready for fuckin’ Taylor Swift from a hundred years ago or however old she is at this point. Other than music, we also got a whole ass movie recommendation list for movies coming out this year. Not to even mention the lists of upcoming bitches, or dicks, you still haven’t managed to fuck or suck. I mean, I don’t know what you’re into. I bet you’re a fuckin’ bottom.”

Amory grimaced as the all too familiar voice started playing in his head. Again. Damn, Beste never did shut up.

His angry annoyance continued to grow the longer the message played, and by the end of it, Amory's phone was in his head, fingers quickly typing out an angry response.

'I'm at work, dumbass! Stay out of my head and fuck off, I don't need you to be constantly annoying me, I already have to deal with you too much. Message me about something stupid again and I swear to god I'll give you two black eyes tonight. Fuck. Off.'

Grumbling under his breath, Amory sent the text and shoved his phone into his pocket, sending a hostile glare toward Esmond who watched with a raised eyebrow.

"You good, man? You act like there's a kid in the plane seat behind you kicking your seat."

Amory rolled his eyes dramatically. "Negative, there's one screaming in my ear at the top of its lungs. Now don't talk to me."

Esmond chuckled and turned away, picking up a piece of paper from the nearby desk. "Whatever dude."

“You didn’t have to bring me… is my cane out there with you? I’m good, by the way. How’s your morning treating you, Kos?”

Kostas hummed softly, used to Irfam's scattered brain, and looked around until his eyes fell onto their cane. His brain pinged slightly at Irfam's claim of being 'good.' At least a half-lie then. Still, Kostas wouldn't mention it. He could ask Irfam about that later if needed.

"I have your cane." He stated, picking it up and walking back to hand it over to his friend. "I'm glad. This morning has been alright so far. Have you taken your medication yet, Irfam?"

Kos was fairly sure that they hadn't, as nothing about him suggested that Irfam had been out of bed before Kostas got there, but he didn't want to be accusitory either.

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Upon arrival at his place of employment, Tai clocked in and went to the back where James’ fathers were both still unpacking the stuff. One of them nodded and nudged their head towards a stack of books. Without a word, he nodded and grabbed the stack.

Walking to the reading area the half-store had set up, he saw Cain and Eve already reading their stacks. He sat down at his desk near the two, and opened one from his own. Opening his desk, he also grabbed a few sheets of paper so he wrote important information from the books down. As soon as he was situated at his desk, all of the necessary documents and items set up, he began reading.

Reading and archiving were always his favorite part of his job. It was a bit of a mindless, routine process but he had always found it soothing. And interesting, both to see how language had changed and to learn about whatever it was the documents spoke on. Plus, it also gave him a chance to read actual books instead of it being online or holographic like most things were nowadays. They didn’t get fiction often either, so it was usually a lot about trivial things or technological advancements or historical events.

Historical events were his favorite to read about and archive. Which was usually what he ended up getting to read, since they had such a small staff and no one made a fuss over separating them so that everyone could enjoy work more. Having a smaller staff was more work, but everyone was kind. Everyone was respectful and worked together well. Otaiku really needed to figure out how to get his team to start treating each other with the same respect that his coworkers used.

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Promachus Gabriel Valiant | Male | 28 | Demi-Sapiosexual | Ambi | Enforcer Fector | 2nd Command | 3ft Aura/Strategize/Alter Gravity | Mentions; Amos(Ind).

Promachus arrived at the coordinates he had been sent in 15 minutes flat. No more, no less. Standing in front of the office, his eyes narrowed. He was fairly certain that it was the same building Amos was employed at…

Without wasting another second, he stepped into the building and was immediately greeted by the familiar sight of the Senior Agent from the phone. He nodded to her in recognition, stepping over. “Sr. Agent Calloway.”

She nodded in return and began walking, “Agent Valiant. Follow me to the Chief Agent’s office, your partner for the case will be called into his office soon as well.”

He stepped in unison with her as they walked to the office, running through who he knew the partner could potentially be. Amos was an option, and certainly the best one. Especially since the case was over riots and non-believers. If the group was in jeopardy then Amos would be able to help keep things under control. There would be no risk of exposure. Everyone else seemed like a far less favorable option to that.

He stepped into the office with the Senior Agent, who then left to continue her day and closed the door behind her. Standing at attention, he kept his eyes on the Chief Agent sitting at the desk in front of him. They nodded to a seat, Promachus went and sat down without a word, taking the file that was pushed to him as the Chief Agent pressed the intercom button. “Mx. Karagiannis, come to my office for your newest assignment.”

Karagiannis… That was Amos, wasn’t it? That was good. Promachus directed his attention to the file in his hand for the moment though while waiting for their arrival. Skimming through it, he ended up finding multiple things that could hint towards the group, along with plenty of other groups and gangs of rioters or non-believers. Compared to the hints towards those, theirs was easy to mix. Which was good, they just had to make sure they stayed under the radar long enough to make an impact. To continue making impacts after they weren’t.

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Beste Kusan Wiam | AMAB Pangenderflux | 26 | Pansexual | Ambi | Traveler Gration | Chief Communications | 10ft Aura/Message/Sound Manipulation | Mentions; Sol, Amory.

By the time she managed to stop laughing, he heard a chime play from their phone telling her that Sol had messaged him. And then a different one that told them Amory had messaged too. At which point she had to try to not laugh again.

Instead, he grabbed their phone and looked at Sol’s message first. ‘Good morning to you too, Beste! I hope the day treats you well (and hope you didn't stay up TOO late last night, haha)! Can't wait to see you tonight! Oh, if you aren't busy or anything you could come to mine and we could walk together? Rosewater would like to see you again! Sending love, Sol. <3’

Beste grinned at the message, and immediately started typing out a response. ‘Everyday treats me well, as it should (and as if I could stay up too late) And of course, I’m totally coming over to see Rosewater again, that cat is too adorable to miss out on seeing! Just let me know when I can come over and I’ll be there. Love totally received and reciprocated, the Beste to ever happen <3’

Sending it and then tapping out to Amory’s message, she read what he had sent him. ‘I'm at work, dumbass! Stay out of my head and fuck off, I don't need you to be constantly annoying me, I already have to deal with you too much. Message me about something stupid again and I swear to god I'll give you two black eyes tonight. Fuck. Off.’

Beste hummed for a moment, and then just set down their phone, turning it off and putting it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then, she took a moment to decide which song to send. Which didn’t take long, since he knew the full everything to Amory’s least favorite. Immediately, they brought up their power, and sent the chorus of it through to his mind. The annoying voice and everything. At the end, she made sure to send a small, ‘Totally worth it.’

As soon as it was sent, he leaned back on the couch and got comfortable. Fucking with Amory while he was at work was always funny, since he couldn’t do shit. They were also pretty certain that Sol would keep him from doing anything later tonight anyways.

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Irfam Oryam Ellery | AMAB Demi-Boy | 29 | Apothi-Apresexual | Ambi | Caste Exempt | Soon Chief STEM | Vary Aura/Power Blueprint/Unexpected Success/Fire Walls | Mentions; Kostas

“I have your cane.”

Irfam nodded, slowly coming to the realization that he probably had left it out in the lab the night before, and had just stumbled to his room. Regardless, Kostas had found it. So it was fine. He looked over at the sound of footsteps, seeing Kostas walking through the doorway.

“I'm glad. This morning has been alright so far. Have you taken your medication yet, Irfam?”

They took the cane from Kostas, and paused for a moment in thought. Before realizing that, no, they probably hadn’t. Given how they hadn’t even gotten up since collapsing onto their bed late last night.

Instead of answering immediately though, he pushed himself out the bed, his cane pressed onto the ground in case his legs decided they didn’t want to work for whatever reason that it’d be this time. Luckily, having most of his weight on the cane meant even if they didn’t, he wouldn’t have to stumble in front of Kostas. He did notice that his gloves were on at least, so Kostas didn’t have to see the monstrous appearance of his hands and arms. Which also had him almost sighing in relief of a sudden remembrance of him having his mask on too. Because while that meant he hadn’t taken it off last night, neither his gloves nor his mask, it also meant Kostas didn’t have to see… Literally any of… Well, his mess.

They didn’t sigh though, and they didn’t stumble when they landed. So, they counted both as a win. As soon as both feet were planted firmly on the ground, they looked over at Kostas. Their silence was probably starting to worry him, maybe. Maybe not. Hard to tell nowadays… They supposed that was their fault though.

He grinned under their mask, and then grimaced at the feeling. He should probably answer, right? Ah, but Kostas would be worried that he hadn’t taken it yet… It wasn’t that bad though, not today at least. He could just take it tomorrow, no harm and no foul. “Uh… Don’t think I have. Why? I’m not goin’ anywhere today, don’t think. Shouldn’t be too big a deal. Truly, what is one day in the scheme of things? We got stuff to build and plenty…”

Their mind blanked on them again, and they blinked before shaking their head at themself. They looked back at Kostas, giving up on their previous train of thought. “Any big ideas for today? Or plans for tonight?”

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“Mx. Karagiannis, come to my office for your newest assignment.”

Amos's head tilted up as Chief Agent's voice spoke over the intercom, and he smirked at Nial who was bouncing on the balls of his feet with an excited gleam in his eyes. "Go get 'em, Amos! You're the best!"

Amos chuckled softly and ruffled the younger man's hair before placing the file Nial had provided under his arm and heading toward Chief Agents office. If Nial was correct and they'd be working this case with Promachus, this could be interesting indeed. He'd only had time to skim the file, so it was possible they'd missed something referring to the group, which could be problematic.

Still, if there was something regarding the group, then it was best case scenario that he and Promachus were set to work it together. They could surely figure something out, after all.

Arriving at the office, Amos knocked lightly on the door before entering, offering a soft, relaxed smile. "Greetings, Chief Agent. Agent Valiant." He shook hands with both before seating himself and setting the file on the table.

On the inside, Amos was doing their best not to start laughing at the fact that he had to use the formality of calling Promachus 'Agent,' but there was no sign of their amusement on the outside other than a slight twinkle in his eyes. After all, there was no way Amos would be raising suspicion by being informal. That was an unnecessary risk.

Considering how early it was, the bar wasn't particularly busy. Only a few customers here and there, mostly younger college students or unemployed people looking for a drink or two or a place to hang out and talk without interruption.

However, a while after the bar opened a small group of four guys walked in and Ash approached to take their order as usual. This time was different though, when Ash approached, silently taking deep breaths in an attempt to loosen the lump in their throat, they found a hand around their wrist.

It took a moment for Ash to process that one of the men had actually grabbed them and was smiling at them oddly while the others snickered. They attempted to ignore it, continuing with their normal, short greeting in hopes that they'd be left alone.

"Welcome... To Auggie's bar. How... May I serve you... today?" They struggled but managed to get the words out, avoiding eye contact with all of the guests. Laughter rang from the circle of guys and the one holding Ash's wrist spoke. His words were slightly slurred, as though he'd already been drinking, and his voice sounded slightly familiar like Ash had heard it before. Maybe he'd been to the bar before.

"Today, sweetheart, I think we'd all appreciate a serving of you." He grinned wickedly, pulling Ash down and grabbing their face. Ash winced, breath hitching as the man's thumb dug into the old wound by their ear. His breath smelled foul, he'd definitely already had a few drinks.

"Yeah! How many servings you got, man, enough for four?" One of the others spoke, laughing and grabbing a fistful of Ash's hair. They struggled, starting to panic as the situation set in.

"I bet-"

The guy was cut off as August's voice rang throughout the whole building, harsh and clear. "What the hell do you four think you're doing? Get your pathetic, grimy hands off of them!" Ash gasped in pain as the hand on their face was pulled away, leaving scratch marks along their chin and jaw. The hand in their hair dropped too and there were noises of commotion.

"Get the fuck out of my bar, you perverts, I see you here again and I'm calling the cops! Get lost!" Ash blinked in confusion, scrambling to their feet again and watching wide-eyed as the men scattered, one cradling his arm and the other nursing a bloody, likely broken nose. "Bastards." August snarled, watching until all of them were out of sight before turning to Ash.

"Are you alright, love?" His eyes turned soft as they examed Ash, gently cupping their cheek with his hand. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

Ash swallowed and shook their head, leaning into the touch. August let out a sigh of relief before carefully pulling Ash into his arms. "If something like that happens again, just yell for me, okay? I'll be here to protect you. You know that, right?"

Ash let out a shakey breath and leaned into August's touch, closing their eyes momentarily. "Yes."

"Good. I love you, Ashy, don't ever forget."

Sol examined the designs given, alongside Chery, and began gathering ingredients when his phone buzzed in their pocket. Chery glanced over and smirked, waving her hand dismissively.

"You're gonna answer that, aren't you? I don't mind, more baking for me! Is it that Beste person you talk about again? I'm telling you, you really should introduce me to them, they seem awesome!"

Sol smiled lightly and nodded. "Thank you. Maybe sometime I will, they are amazing." He read the text and smiled warmly.

‘Everyday treats me well, as it should (and as if I could stay up too late) And of course, I’m totally coming over to see Rosewater again, that cat is too adorable to miss out on seeing! Just let me know when I can come over and I’ll be there. Love totally received and reciprocated, the Beste to ever happen <3’

'Good (of course, just make sure you take care of yourself, silly) Great! I get off work at about four, though I have to stop by the grocery store before going home, so is around five okay? As always, you're always the Beste part of my day <3'

Sol smiled one more time as they sent the message and then returned to baking, oblivious to the knowing smirk Chery shot his way. What could his co-worker have possibly picked up on that they weren't already aware of, after all?

‘Totally worth it.’

Beste's voice echoed in Amory's head, annoying and infuriating. They would definitely be feeling his wrath tonight. Annoying asshole.

Grumbling to himself, Amory resisted the urge to pull out his phone again and type out a long, angry text message to Beste, instead settling on focusing on the work that needed to be done. The station was relatively quiet, mostly just a few files that needed to be double-checked and sent out and occasionally a call, which was usually a false alarm anyway.

The last big case had been almost a year ago when Amory had lost nearly all of his right body. The thought nearly made him shudder and he quickly put it out of his mind.

"Okay, I really don't understand why you have to be so cross all the time, Officer Amory, you always look angry," Esmond stated, examining his fellow cop as he leaned on the desk, the piece of paper he'd picked up still in hand. "No point in it, right? Not here anyway."

"Not your business, Phenoex." Amory snapped back, turning away again. "Just do your work."

"I could say the same for you." Esmond pointed out, eyes dropping back to the paper. "But you never do anything unless there's a call."

"Shut up! I do the work that's needed, dumbass, and don't talk to me like that, I'm the senior officer here!"

"Yet you haven't earned my respect." Esmond clicked his tongue, grabbed a few more papers, and walked towards an office room. "Just because you made one big save doesn't make you a God you know, and without your team backing you up, you're basically nothing."

Amory's mouth ran dry and he clenched his fists. The words hit a sore spot, and it hurt. Still, after a moment of standing there and realizing that the other officers in the room were staring at him with a mixture of amusement and worry, Amory gathered himself and snapped. "Stop staring and get to work, idiots! I'll be in my office!" Then he grabbed a few files and stormed away.

Fuck this job and these people and their stupidity. Everything sucked.

“Uh… Don’t think I have. Why? I’m not goin’ anywhere today, don’t think. Shouldn’t be too big a deal. Truly, what is one day in the scheme of things? We got stuff to build and plenty… Any big ideas for today? Or plans for tonight?”

Kostas examined Irfam for a moment before shaking his head slightly. "You should take your medicine. It's beneficial even if you aren't going anywhere. It will help you focus on your experiments and science." He hoped to convince his friend without having to provide pressure, though he would if he had to.

Irfam taking their meds meant a slightly smaller chance of him ending up in Raphael's care again, something that Kostas hoped to avoid. "As for ideas and plans, I have none in particular. Is there something you would like to try?"

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Promachus glanced over and away from the file as he heard a knock and the sound of the door opening, and watched as Amos stepped inside.

“Greetings, Chief Agent. Agent Valiant.”

He nodded in greeting and shook their hand whenever it was offered, “Mx. Karagiannis.”

The Chief Agent cleared their throat, and he directed his attention back towards them. “Good to see you both are already acquainted with each other. Mx. Karagiannis, I have already handed the official file for the case to Agent Valiant. Since you both already know each other then I will debrief you on your assignment.”

Promachus shifted in his own seat, sitting up straighter and more at attention. He kept his eyes on the Chief Agent, silently placing the file onto the desk again.

“As I’m sure you both already know, more nonbelievers and protesters have been popping up in the city recently. Some agents at government level have found links to groups and individuals, and have also reported that similar things are happening in other cities. As such, each city is putting together a pair of top agents and officials to dig into these cases locally. You two have been chosen for Caelum. All of the current information about the case can be found in the file presently on my desk. Your job is to track down every individual who is connected to these cases, find the source, and remove them in a manner that will not draw attention from the public or press. Them being the source and the individuals. Is that understood?”

Promachus took in the information rather gracefully, if you asked him. He nodded without hesitation, standing while taking the file in one hand and shaking the Chief Agent’s hand with his other. His face stayed impassive with his voice just as monotonous as it usually was. “Understood, Chief Agent Merit. We’ll get it done.”

The Chief Agent nodded, “I should hope so. The world has far too many nonbelievers.”

Promachus nodded, grimacing to himself and standing back. “Indeed it does.”

“If there are no questions to your assignment, you are both dismissed.”

*~*~*~*

Beste Kusan Wiam | AMAB Pangenderflux | 26 | Pansexual | Ambi | Traveler Gration | Chief Communications | 10ft Aura/Message/Sound Manipulation | Mentions; Sol

As soon as their phone buzzed and vibrated in Sol’s ringtone, he was opening the message and reading it.

‘Good (of course, just make sure you take care of yourself, silly) Great! I get off work at about four, though I have to stop by the grocery store before going home, so is around five okay? As always, you’re always the Beste part of my day <3’

Beste grinned at the message, eyes shining as she typed out a response. ‘Five works fine by me! If you want though, I can go to the store for you, I don’t have work until later tonight anyways. As always, you’re the Sol reason for getting up <3’

They sent it out, paused for a second and then he typed out another message. ‘Well, you and Rosewater ;P’

She hit send and snickered, allowing their phone to drop onto his chest and shifting her arms to rest behind their head. He yawned, and stretched out her legs to the other side of the couch before crossing one over the other. They definitely needed to figure out what to do until going over to Sol’s. Sleep was nice, sure, but he wasn’t sure how much of that she could actually get. Were there bars nearby? Probably. They could go to some of the less popular ones, the more slum kind of area ones. See if he could scout out potential members for the team. Or she could just go and get a drink… Maybe they’d go out and do that.

*~*~*~*

Irfam Oryam Ellery | AMAB Demi-Boy | 29 | Apothi-Apresexual | Ambi | Caste Exempt | Soon Chief STEM | Vary Aura/Power Blueprint/Unexpected Success/Fire Walls | Mentions; Kostas

“You should take your medicine. It's beneficial even if you aren't going anywhere. It will help you focus on your experiments and science. As for ideas and plans, I have none in particular. Is there something you would like to try?”

Irfam leaned against the cane, less because of his legs and more so just because it was a fun thing to do in his very humble opinion. He sighed dramatically at Kostas, eyes pouting. “But I always have my best ideas whenever I’m not on it! You know that! Why must you refuse— There’s not much new I want to try.” He switched up the topic quickly, mind losing all thoughts towards the medication conversation, putting some pressure back onto his feet and less on the cane so he was standing up straighter. “We’ve still got a ton of stuff that ain’t done. I mostly meant like- I don’t know, for after work today. What do you do whenever you leave here? It’s been forever since we did anything together after work.”

Technically, they’d hung out a bit together after work a week or so ago… Probably. Then again, they weren’t the best at keeping track of time. So maybe it had been longer. Either way! It hadn’t actually been forever, they were just saying that. Kostas probably knew when it had actually been better than they did anyways.

Either way, he started walking towards the lab. Backwards, so that he could still see and talk to Kos, of course. The cane would probably tell him if he was at risk of tripping, after all. “Oh! Also! I came up with something after you left, I forgot to tell you!”

They grinned under the mask, eyes widening at the memory. They had finally come up with an equation that might work for one of the newer inventions that the two had been stuck on for weeks. The invention itself was pretty simple, just another weapon that they were making. One that would potentially allow those they were supposed to supply it to be able to infect someone with a toxin powerful enough to cause severe hallucinations and paralysis. But not death! It was part of the non-lethal program that the government was starting to try and get off the ground. Irfam was very excited to test it out actually, when the time came. Hopefully soon, with the help of the equation and all.

The two had been struggling on the actual toxin, since the government had wanted it to be something that people didn’t already have tolerance to or something like that yet. But making a toxin from scratch, surprise surprise, wasn’t actually all that easy. Especially since what they needed to make was going to need to be a hallucinogen and an anesthetic. Ketamine (C13H16ClNO), Phencyclidine (C17H25N), Dextromethorphan (C18H25NO), and Dimethyltryptamine (C12H16N2) were all pretty standard ones for what they were looking for. More or less, but given that they wanted something new… Well, that made it harder.

But Irfam had figured it out! Hopefully, at least. “So I know we were thinking that they’ve all got pretty similar formulas, yeah? They all got carbon and they all got hydrogen. Half of them have nitrogen, and the other half have a different compound with nitrogen in it. Most of the numbers are fairly close too. But I got to thinking- We were trying to come up with something similar to them, instead of just… Using all the other knowledge we got. I mean, come on, we got a whole periodic table to play with and we were trying to stick to the same old elements. I mean, sure, most drugs are made up of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, sulfur, and phosphorus. But we also know that Ketamine in particular has got chlorine in there. Nitrosyl chloride to be exact, but still. That’s a compound with chlorine. So we know that other elements can be used too. We’re still going to need hydrogen, that’s obvious enough. It’s the largest amount in every chemical formula so far. But, I mean, well- We can use hydrogen, we can use carbon- We can use whatever we think will work best. I mean, really, what we’re trying to get is basically a way to give people sleep paralysis and hallucinations. We can look at elements that keep people awake, see the most likely ones to cause hallucinations, and see which ones keep people still. I mean, why not just try and combine an anesthetic with a deliriant. Or a dissociative. Or a psychedelic. We have plenty of options. Trying to keep ourselves-” The cane tapped against something behind them, and they shifted, pausing in their speech and stopping where they stood.

He stood there, trying to get his mind back on track of what he’d been saying. If he forgot now then he might not remember for a few hours at the least. He bit on his tongue, his words had perhaps been a bit too fast for even himself there… He really should be slowing down. “…We shouldn’t limit ourselves to looking at the ones that already have the properties we want. I mean, after all, that would just mean that people would find ways against it quicker.”

They paused again, “Ketamine is pretty terrible anyways. It’s the best example along with Phencyclidine for what we’re looking for but… Well, I mean, I know that you know that Ketamine in particular is one of the most common drugs found in the system of victims to… Well… You know…”

His voice had ended up getting a bit softer as he’d spoken, the topic always managed to get his loud voice to a lower volume. As if that would somehow change anything. He felt nauseous. The hand that had been on his arm earlier was at his side. He was glad for the mask. Kostas didn’t know about this problem, he didn’t need Kos knowing. Kostas already worried about him enough. “Not sure we want to make something that could end up with the same use because we make it too similar, you know?”

They paused again, their train of thought almost completely failing them. They managed to snag a bit of it back, and spoke. “Anyways! Like I was saying before- I figured out an equation we could use to measure the potential an idea has for being what we’re needing it to be!”

Edited at January 6, 2023 04:14 PM by Overthink101

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