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Heroes of Tomorrow Redux [IC | Superhero]

Postby Forest State » Thu Feb 07, 2019 1:48 am

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Arc One: Genesis

June 2nd, 2024

New York City was a pretty grim place. Maybe not at first glance, but it certainly was for someone that had been on the streets for a long enough time. Underneath the bright exterior of “I love New York” shirts and pictures of Times Square and the Statue of Liberty, the city definitely had a problem. Not a normal problem, either, but a problem with villains. For whatever reason, maybe it was just because there were a lot of people here including both metahumans and regular humans, the place seemed like it attracted villains like lamps attracted moths. There were plenty of heroes too, but the numbers just seemed unbalanced and in the favor of the villains. Then again, that was how things were around the entire world these days.

For every one person that put out the proverbial fires, there would be another person starting new ones. In New York, it felt like three new ones were getting started for every one that was put out. Why did they keep conducting their activities in a city that was full of heroes? Networking was likely one factor. Another factor was that other cities didn’t have the same fame factor. Everyone wanted a piece of New York. And every villain wanted to be able to say they could go toe to toe with the heroes there. That way of thinking was maybe a bit unintelligent, but the effects of it really showed.

The more obvious villains were a good thing for the man, Kinsey Hill, that was walking the streets of Long Island, away from the bright lights of the main part of the city. The conditions were about as grim as the way the city felt, with rain beating down and the sun all but completely covered up by the clouds. Kinsey was hardly paying attention to it, though. That was one of the least important things to think about right now. The high crime rates in the city and the number of villains that were constantly doing things to attract attention for whatever reason meant that the heroes and the DRMA would be busy with other things than looking into threats which hadn’t showed their head in awhile.

So Kinsey was free to work in the shadows. He walked unharassed down the street, although his face wasn’t one that would be famous anyway. Not yet. Eventually, he arrived at the warehouse which was normal in nature, but the contents of it were anything but normal. Well, the contents of the basement were. The warehouse itself looked like it was just filled with ordinary cargo, but those who unlocked the stairwell to the basement and headed down there would be in for the shock of a lifetime.

Kinsey flipped the light on in the basement and looked to the scene at the far end of the hidden workshop, where there were a number of beings that were restrained. Beings was the only appropriate thing to call them. They sure as hell weren’t regular people, even if they had been that at some point. They were completely covered by something abnormal, a thick layer of muscle which encased them completely like a suit of armor. Except it wasn’t made from metal, it was made from what was definitely organic material, and it looked like what someone would find under the skin, not above the skin. Still, Kinsey wasn’t even the slightest bit disturbed, and actually smiled slightly upon seeing the figures that was tied to the wall.

He reached for his phone and called some number in his contacts, waiting a few moments for an answer before speaking. “I can now say that the mutagen is a success. At least, the first strain is. The others have yet to be tested but the results here are… Very promising. I believe the next stage would be testing in the field which I can handle. I’ll report back, of course, when I’ve seen how that turns out,” he said, before pausing to listen for a response. “I can practically guarantee success here. We couldn’t have asked for things to do much better.”

June 6th, 2024


There was nothing quite like being on a speeding aircraft as it flew over the Hudson at hundreds of miles per hour, the engines of the VTOLs shrieking as they flew in formation and made their way to the home of the Guardians, the place that was called Angel’s Village. Named after the supposedly angelic nature of the Guardians, it was a sight to see for anyone who considered themselves to be a fan of superheroes. Those on the flight weren’t just headed to this place to look around, but they would get to live there. It was more than just something that many people wanted to do. It was something that was practically a dream, and all of them had managed to earn it through their talents and their potential. They’d all been taken to New Jersey first, but after two days of staying there, they were finally out of the hotels and on their way to the place that would serve as their real home.

The view was great too, with the sun setting as they advanced at rapid pace towards the shore. “You should be entering Brooklyn right now. Pretty soon, you’ll pass that city and you’ll arrive at Angel’s Village,” said the voice that was speaking to all of the passengers of the multiple VTOLs over the sound system, Sason Bastani. The one that was the director of this program. In a way, Bastani would have to be like a parent to all of them over the course of the next years. A daunting task considering the numbers, especially considering this was only one section of the program, the newest one. Sections A and B had been deemed a success. Now, another one, Section C, was being opened up and filled with recruits that the Guardians believed were showing promise.

“Please make sure that you’re strapped into the vehicles. The pilots may make some high G turns in the final approach. Please hold onto your luggage, too,” the voice continued. And that was exactly what happened. Suddenly, the VTOLs broke from formation and they turned sharply to head to the final destination, picking up even more speed and flying high above the brownstones that Brooklyn was famous for. The harbor was visible too, and the rest of New York City in the distance, and it was all generally quite the scenic view. Finally, the planes slowed down and started their descent as they pulled their noses up to cut the speed, triggering their airbrakes at the same time and coming down as gently as a small bird would on the massive lawn in front of the Guardians Building.

The building was about as modern looking as a building could be, having been renovated within the last decade. The outside paneling was white, but that contrasted with sections where there were clear windows, and with the blue Guardians logo that was displayed on the side of the building, lit up from underneath. With the sun going down around this time, that logo on the side of the building was perhaps the most notable part. The lawn that the VTOLs had landed on was quite large, with a small forest of trees behind it on either side of the main path leading up to the building, and directly underneath the building, there were gardens filled with lush plants and fountains that arced water high into the air. The area was obviously well tended to, but that made sense considering how much the Guardians were worth. Spending on the headquarters was basically a drop in the bucket compared to their profits.

This wasn’t the building where they would be staying, that one was in another part of the Village, but it was a good spot to give them their introduction to the Guardians. Most who had been brought here like this found themselves starstruck immediately after. It was one of the things they remembered about first arriving, most times. As the VTOLs unloaded and allowed the new recruits to take in the scene in front of them, the doors at the front of the large building opened and a party exited, heading towards the recruits. Bastani was with them, as well as Li Guan and Ainsley Easton.

“Welcome to the Guardians, everyone,” said Bastani. “As the newest Section, you’ll be joining the Young Guardians Program and will be under the instruction of myself and my colleagues, who I’m sure you’re already familiar with, as well as other part time instructors. You will live a little bit away from here in the housing area, but I think you’ll all end up spending quite a bit of time around this building for various classes and events. I’d like to know right now if anyone has questions about anything, and if not, you’ll be taken by bus to the housing area.”
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Postby Gudmund » Thu Feb 07, 2019 2:47 am

Charlie Burkhall, the shapeshifter who had been nervously switching his hair colour the entire trip, was the first to ask a question. He'd been told to stay in his default form beforehand so the staff would recognise him, and that changing form mid flight was ill-advised. Instead of his usual black hoodie, Charlie was currently wearing a simple long sleeved shirt and jeans, along with a moderately sized backpack holding most of his belongings.

"Mr. Bastani, will we have some sort of allowance? And if so are there any areas in New York that we're not allowed to visit?"

While he currently looked like his regular old self, his clothing concealed the ridiculously muscular body his shapeshifting had moulded. His current build wouldn't win against any powerful supers, but he could easily outrun most of them. As he was now, he could pass as an olympic sprinter in terms of speed and stamina.
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Postby Durmatagno » Thu Feb 07, 2019 3:17 am

Sage Shields/Carolina Shields

Sage’s first concern once they touched down wasn’t herself or her things, those could wait. She unbuckled Carolina, who she had helped hold in her seat when the high G turns began, and sat her on the ground before gathering their luggage. Carolina was a fair bit stronger than she looked, and could handle most of the weight of her luggage on her own, but she was still small, and the size of the items made them awkward. Sage carried most of their stuff, but Carolina had a heavy backpack on and a case of her own, one that a typical eleven year old would struggle to move, let alone pick up like Carolina was.Sage kneeled down, checking the straps of her sister carefully and smiled, speaking in a hushed tone.

”Carolina, you know the rules. Behave, and we’ll get you all set up in the room as soon as we can. If you’re good, we can see about getting some ice cream.”

Carolina smirked, and sat down the case, signing up at Sage, in order to better resist the temptation of touching everyone’s minds.

Sounds like a plan, I’ll behave myself as best as I can.

Sage gave Carolina a knowing look, knowing exactly what she meant by that and gave her a small smile before picking up the rest of their stuff, and stepping out with Carolina. Carolina kept close to Sage’s side as they stepped off the planes, eyeing up the various other faces and memorizing them, fighting the urge to touch their minds and see their true thoughts. She felt isolated and alone like this, but equally most of them scared her, she didn’t know them, and didn’t know what they might do to her. At least she had Sage with her. When they stopped to listen to Bastini, Carolina reached up, and grabbed Sage’s forearm, tucking closer to her bigger sister and listening intently. Just because she didn’t trust anyone here doesn’t mean she didn’t need to make sure that she knew what was going on. She’d have to let go of Sage once they started moving again, she needed both hands to carry the awkward case full of her stuff. Sage placed one head affectionately, and comfortingly on top of Carolina’s head, but kept her eyes trained on Bastini, and ran through a list of questions in her head, but decided that most of them would be answered with a short amount of time anyway.
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Postby Forest State » Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:19 am

Samson "Forge" Bastani

The question about the allowance was an expected one. They were college aged and they were in New York City, of course they would want to head out into the city and they would want something to spend for it. Bastani already knew the answer before the question was even done being asked. “You will be paid five hundred dollars every two weeks as a starting salary. If you would like to increase that number, perform well in this program and make your way on to a senior team. “As for the second question, there are no areas of New York City that you are officially restricted from,” Bastani continued, after a brief pause. “However, it would be in your best interests to not attempt to go off on your own and wander into some of the more dangerous areas, where villains are known to roam. This program will be unable to help you if you decide to act outside of your training.”

Kodiak "Phantom" Marsden

Kodiak was no stranger to being on flights where the pilots weren’t afraid to get a little adventurous with the controls. The turns didn’t bother her and she didn’t even feel a little unsteady as she picked up her single bag and stepped off the VTOL when the hatch in the back opened up. She hadn’t said anything during the flight over and hadn’t said anything to anyone when they were in New Jersey, and she didn’t start now either. She’d just listen to whatever they had to say to her and then she would head to her room and unpack her things as well as seeing where the gym and other training facilities were.

The Guardians Building was in front of her but it wasn’t impressive to her in the same way that it might be to the others. Yes, she had seen it in pictures before like all of them had, but that didn’t make it something that she felt like she needed to see in person. It looked good, of course, but she knew that it was just the headquarters of an organization that didn’t do as much to help as they publicly claimed. She knew the Guardians were still human, and they had never been around to help her in the old days. Furthermore, she didn’t consider herself to be naive like some people. Superheroes weren’t something that should be looked up to, as if they were above everyone else. It was simply another path, not one that was better or worse than her own.

Her eyes were more drawn to the defenses around the building, which were meant to look like part of the scenery. There were SAM launchers that were hidden in shrubbery and there were areas of the ground that looked like they could have missile silos underneath them. It wasn’t something that a normal person would notice but Kodiak wasn’t a normal person. She quickly spotted the radars, too, as well as the infrared tracking systems. With both radar and infrared defenses present, it would be pretty rough on anyone who wanted to attack from the air. Around the top of the building, she spotted what looked like laser pointers, which weren’t weapons themselves but were designed to guide defensive missiles to their targets.

Also hidden with the communications equipment near the top of the Guardians Building were tubes that looked like they would launch missiles, but based on their shape and angles, Kodiak doubted that they served that purpose, especially with the launchers being located on the ground. They were decoy launchers and in the event that something was fired at the building, they would launch a target that would fly off and distract the incoming missile. Smart. Hiding it with the communications equipment was even smarter, there weren’t many people that would notice it and wouldn’t just assume it was part of the normal things that were surrounding it.

And then something flashed into her head and she felt like she was somewhere else. She staggered backwards, her mind cutting to an image of white paper and words written on it in black ink, focusing in on one set of numbers in specific. Everything else on the paper became blurred and she saw only those numbers, not what was before them or after them and definitely not the ones that were above or below them, just those three numbers that seemed to jump out of the page at her. They weren’t just numbers. There was some kind of higher meaning to them. The only problem was, she didn’t know what.

777.

“Kodiak!”

Shink!

She heard the sound of a shrill voice as well as that of metal against metal, and then she cut back to the present and she once again saw the Guardians Building in front of her. But she felt a bit sick. And she found herself stumbling backwards more and more and suddenly she lost her footing, something of a rare thing to her following all of her training in hand to hand combat, and she fell flat on her back, hardly registering it because her mind was elsewhere. The numbers had shown up for her before, yes. But they never had like this. It had never knocked her off her feet entirely.
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Postby Endem » Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:46 am

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Elek Mohave

The VTOL was not a stable place for a person to stand on, but Elek honestly thought it would be better than sitting, he tried not to make eye contact with anybody as he wasn't in the mood for any contact, he felt like his freedom was stripped from him but he now was focusing on playing with a little aluminum knife that was a can of Pepsi a couple of minutes ago.

When the VTOL landed he grabbed his backpack, he did not have enough belongings to himself to ask for a bag, he then re-absorbed the aluminum knife and headed over to place where their leader if you can call him that way Bastani when he heard Burkhall's question and the answer nearly blew him off his feet, " 5 hundred dollars, I never owned that much since... ever" he thought to himself, he then nearly run to the bus, after hearing their salary he was just too curious what were they quarters.
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Postby Lessoni » Thu Feb 07, 2019 7:15 am

Jack Dredd

Jack looked around at the assembled recruits. A motley crew, but they had obviously shown promise. That's why they were here, right?

The ride on the VTOL had left him a tad naseous, and he was quite glad to be off it. He guessed he'd need to get used to the air if he was gonna be a Guardian.

Listening to the introduction, he stayed quiet. He didn't have any questions just yet.

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Postby The Verdantderm Lands » Thu Feb 07, 2019 8:36 am

Klara Jönsson


Klara Jönsson remained in a state of excited anticipation throughout the flight. First, there was the view New York City through the VTOL's window. I was so different from the old cities in Europe that had only recently begun to modernise, in terms of architecture. Then, there was the VTOL's final approach, it was like a ride at an amusement park. Could things possibly be any better?

Exiting the aircraft, Klara carried only a medium sized suitcase. It contained only a few days worth of clothes, as her parents had supplied her with a credit card, she could buy clothes locally, to suit the weather, so long as she used the card responsibly. Hopefully, shopping for clothing would be easier in a city of millions of people. Klara's tall and slender build had sometimes forced her to buy men's clothes in Sweden, which was fine unless a girl wanted to look and feel like a girl.

In the open air, the fair skinned Klara gave her head a toss, shaking out the golden blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders. Her blue eyes took in the sight of Angel Village, it was almost as she had imagined it.

Klara moved with the group and was startled when another young woman seemed to seize up and fall on her back! She quickly moved and went down on her knees to render what aid she could. The other girl wasn't spasming, so it wasn't epilepsy. Klara put a hand on the girl's shoulder and asked, in English, "Can you hear me? Are you awake?"
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Postby Durmatagno » Thu Feb 07, 2019 8:58 am

Carolina Shields/Sage Shields

Carolina dropped her bag, though the backpack remained firmly on her back, Sage had seen it to it that it was on tight. Carolina approached Kodiak on the ground, silent as always, head tilted to one side. She signed something before shaking her head and signing something else, more slowly. After a moment, she stamped a foot in frustration and looked back at Sage, who sighed and set down their things. Trotting over, Sage put a hand on top of Carolina's head, and looked down at Kodiak. Carolina looked up at Sage, and signed quickly, to quickly to really be read, but they were no longer communicating with the signs anyway. After a moment, Sage sighs and looks down at Kodiak. She didn't see any frothing, pupils were fine at a glance, whatever it was it wasn't a seizure or something that was still ongoing. Sage wasn't going to touch the girl, but she imagined that her heart would still be racing, and she didn't seem 100% focused on the world around her. Carolina tilted her head in the other direction, and then tugged on Sage's shirt. Sage looked down at her, and then back to Kodiak.

"Carolina wants to know if you're going to be okay."
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Thu Feb 07, 2019 9:03 am

Lora, Dichotomy
Angel Village, Arrival
June 6th, 2024




This was a first for her. Never had Lora traveled beyond the boarders of the province of Alberta in Canada. Never had she traveled around 3,800 kilometres away from her home. She had heard about New York, and had seen many movies set in the city. But looking out the window, at the sprawling cityscape was nothing like she'd expected. She had grown up and lived in very small towns at the base and within the Rocky Mountians. The amount of water, and seeming flatness of the city was sort of remarkable to Lora.

Just as Lora gaurenteed she was in tight and grabbed on to her one bag, the sudden turn happened. The suddenness of the turn spooked her, but thanks to the warning before hand, she wasn't to spooked. If she had been too spooked by the sudden turn, than what place would she have to attempt to be a hero?

Once the vehicle came to a stop, Lora made her way out of the vehicle with her bag in hand. After taking in the sight of the Guardian headquarters building, her attention was grabbed by someone falling backwards in the corner of her eye. As another two women and a child approached the downed woman, Lora stopped in her tracts. More hands was not always a good thing, especially in this case. However, how could she ignore this.

As such, she approached the group rather timidly.

"Hey... is she alright?" Lora asked, "Is there anyway I can help?"



Alasdair Francis Damon, Blackfire
Angel Village, Arrival
June 6th, 2024




The ride to the Village was nothing to interesting to the mage in black, Alasdair Francis Damon. And even if it was, Alasdair wouldn't show it. Anyways, he stepped out of the VTOL, with his suitcase in tow. Due to his upbringing, travel was normal for him, and he had learned early to travel light. After all, all he really needed was access to funds, and his own magic.

The Guardians Headquarters was slightly more impressive than the flight to Angel Village, but again, not enough to draw any emotion out of Alasdair. When the instructors came out, and began speaking, Alasdair listened. But when they asked if anyone had any questions, Alasdair just headed for the buses, as at the moment, he didn't have any questions that were important enough to ask.



Admina Kyrene, Amazon
Angel Village, Arrival
June 6th, 2024




"Wow." Was all Admina could say as she stepped out of the VTOL, ducking to get out, and looking at the Headquarters building. It was then that the welcome was made, and the question about money was asked. Five hundred dollar salary, was that a lot? Admina did not know. However, she saw no reason to ask if it was a lot, and as such, the Amazon made her way to the buses.



Kana Kaleikaumaka, Gyges
Angel Village, Arrival
June 6th, 2024




No seat was needed in a VTOL for Kana, as she brought her own. That was an advantage that came with being bound to her wheelchair. However, there was a disadvantage, as while during the flight, most people didn't have to be buckled up the whole time, Kana didn't get a choice. So, she spent the entire flight buckled up.

Rolling out the VTOL, with only her wheelchair bag, Kana gazed at the Guardian Headquarters. It was fancy, and looked like a lot of money had been spent on it. But it was none the less impressive to the passive aggressive cripple. The instructors came out, and gave them a quick welcome, and asked if there was any questions. Normally, Kana would have had questions, but right now, she could assume the answers to her most important questions. As such, she started to wheel her way to the buses.
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Postby Forest State » Thu Feb 07, 2019 9:43 am

Kodiak Marsden

666.

“Why are you doing this? You’ve lost your damn mind?”

“Because it’s what I have to do.”

“You know what will happen to you.”


“Remember.”

It was a deep, but light pink. The color was intense, and it was hard to put a finger on why, but it just felt that way. It felt like it had some kind of depth behind it just like the number “777” had, but it was only there for a fraction of a second before the vision cut to another sheet of paper with letters and numbers written on it, and one number in specific. 666. The number was rather famous but for some reason Kodiak didn’t feel like she knew it for the same reason that most people knew it. It was important, but just like everything else, she couldn’t put a finger on why.

She also heard a voice, two voices actually, and then the second one told her to remember. But she didn't know what she was being told to remember. She didn't know what the talking had been about, or if she even knew the voices or if this was some sign that she had gone completely mad and it was now being manifested in ways like this. Her mind flashed to an eye, one that was deep blue, moving around slightly and settling on her, before cutting back to the present.

She had multiple people around her and asking about her and she kind of froze up, and she instinctively triggered her ability and she turned invisible except for the outline that vaguely showed where she was. Still, she backed away from the others like this and she ran to the side to put some good distance between herself and them, before realizing that they weren’t hostile and uncloaking herself, breathing deeply and then looking to those who had asked about her. She had to take a good pause before speaking. “Yeah… Don’t mind me,” she said, not giving any information but giving something of a response to them.
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Postby The Verdantderm Lands » Thu Feb 07, 2019 10:02 am

Klara Jönsson


The fallen girl became transparent, momentarily! Wow!

That could be an effective power for a hero, in a spy like kind of way. Klara figured that the girl had done her "fade" instinctually. Finally, shakily, the girl responded to the questions that Klara and a couple of the other new girls had asked. That was good.

Klara walked over and smiled at the brown haired girl, offering her a hand in friendship, Klara introduced herself, saying, "I'm happy you are alright. I'm Klara Jönsson."
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Postby The Cross and Davids Star » Thu Feb 07, 2019 10:12 am

Nev Hurn

Angel Village, New York

June 6th, 2024


As all of the recruits flown in VTOLs, one in particular could be seen wearing an orange jumpsuit with his hands cuffed with multiple sets of handcuffs, his legs shackled in a similar fashion. On his neck was a shock collar, and two armored officers had him in between them, both of which gripped a remote in one hand. Now, one could expect that this guy was some big motherfucker that could kill you in more ways that anyone would care to know, but really, it couldn't be any more wrong, as he hardly was even shoulder height of the officers escorting him. As the announcement was made, the man started talking.

"You heard him boys, hang on tight to my things, it would be a shame if I lost them." He said, drawing the ire of both of the officers, who really couldn't do anything until he tried something. The officer on his right secured Nev's straps before securing his own, while the officer on the left, being already secured, had a tight grip on a black suitcase. As the officers remained rigid during the landing, the man fell forward a little, being held back from falling by his restraints. When the door opened, the officers undid thier straps before doing the same with the man between them, pulling him up to his feet as his collar was removed and he was released from his restraints.

"Alright you little pipsqueak, time for you to get out of our hair." One of the officers remarked as he handed the suitcase. Unfortunately for him, his little remark quickly became a bad idea as the man clamped his hand on the officer's wrist, causing immense pain for him.

"My name is Nev, officer, not pipsqueak." Nev said with a noticeable accent, taking his suitcase and stepping off the aircraft while the officer checked his wrist for any damages. Nev was quick to join up with the rest of the recruits, listening to what the director said.

"Five hundred dollars every two weeks? That's.... a lot of money." Nev thought to himself, he counting on his fingers to try and put a reference on that amount of money. He was quickly interrupted by Kodiak, who suddenly tumbled to the ground, drawing attention from the other recruits. Nev approached the group and spoke a suggestion.

"Was rough landing, should sit down a little, not good to run if dizzy."

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Postby Lunas Legion » Thu Feb 07, 2019 10:16 am

Gabriella Sara Bianchi-Costa a.k.a Apothecary

Gabriella wasn't exactly a fan of flying. Oh, she didn't get motion sick, she just disliked it out of habit. She found herself tapping her foot against the floor of the aircraft, nervous although she'd never admit it to anyone. It was quite the view though as they approached, watching Brooklyn pass underneath them, New York City and the rivers visible in the distance as they sped overhead, her arms and legs desperately trying to keep her assorted pieces of luggage from falling all over the place.

But eventually they were down, and she allowed herself to sigh in relief as she got off the VTOL, pulling her suitcase along behind her. Oh, she'd seen Angel Village before, but being there in person was another thing entirely. She had no questions though, so she just headed off to the buses. She had a lot of luggage to sort out after all.




Mariam ‘Mari’ Easton-Roux a.k.a Trailblazer

Mari was all but sleeping on the flight over, hands behind her head, headphones on and her eyes shut, humming to herself. She'd been to Angel's Village countless times before, seen the Guardians HQ more times than she could remember... To others, this might have been the culmination of a lifetime of dreams and hopes.

To her, it was Thursday.

She got off the VTOL in silence, not even removing her headphones as her pair of duffel bags bashed against her sides as she walked, barely paying any attention to Bastani as he talked. She already knew everything already, she'd grown up around here, so obviously she had no questions and just wanted to move in and settle down.
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Postby Durmatagno » Thu Feb 07, 2019 10:28 am

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Carolina narrowed her eyes and tilted her head again, before quietly huffing. Her mind was connected to Sage's now, signing just didn't have the speed for this.

She's not fine, but she's not going to tell anyone that. She's just as stubborn, maybe more stubborn than you.

Carolina turned and stomped off, grabbing her case and standing quietly next to Sage once more, who for her part wasn't sure what to make of that. Carolina had directly defied her by touching someone else's head without permission, but as far as Sage could tell all she had done was read some surface thoughts, and not even say anything. Carolina for her part hadn't even one that far, mostly just reading some general emotion and making sure not to try and kick a hornets nest. Carolina pulled her scarf further up over her face, and shot Sage a look. Sage rolled her eyes and took her position back next to Carolina, though neither of their curiosity was abated, it was a stranger, and one that obviously didn't want to talk about what had happened.

What have I told you about reading other people's minds?
I just scanned her emotions, didn't even say anything.
Just be careful,we don't need you digging into people's heads for no reason.
Whatever, I didn't.
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Postby Khasinkonia » Thu Feb 07, 2019 12:50 pm

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The flying machine that had transported us all made me plenty nauseous. I summoned a light breeze as soon as I stepped out of the machine to get some fresh air through me. I wore a maxi skirt with violet, sea blue, and blood red all woven together in an intricate design that summoned images of oriental rugs. It rippled in the breeze, as did my hair. I attended to my luggage for a second, before noticing the proper beauty of the forest that embraced the pathway.

It wasn’t Huelgoat, but it was something. I could hear a few whispers from the forest, as if the few creatures that had eked out a living there were twitter-bated by the new arrivals, although I couldn’t quite make out any of the actual details from my distance. Antrou Bastani informed us that our starting salaries were $500 per week, which translated to roughly...90*5 =...€450. My understanding was that our housing and food were largely paid for, so it was leisure and clothes money. I wasn’t entirely sure whether it was a fair deal yet; that would be decided by how much action we’d see.

A girl fell and turned invisible for a second, as if she were some human octopus who changed colour swiftly in response to stimuli. Someone tripping wasn’t much concern...not while what were presumably squirrels were whispering. What were those little rodents saying? Come to think of it, a bird or may have been among them as well. But the question remained: What was it precisely that they were saying?
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Postby Gudmund » Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:57 pm

Charlie Burkhall | Shifty - The Village

Charlie was satisfied with a fortnightly allowance of $500, considering he didn't have an income at all before coming here. Not only were the Guardians paying for pretty much everything, he even got paid to simply be here. To live comfortably, alone, you would need to spend at least $180 a week; and to think that he'd be receiving $250, for free, every week. Frankly, this was the best news he'd heard all month. His head was swimming with various thoughts on what new disguises he could buy, barely noticing the girl who fell on her back. She was quickly helped out by a few people, only to suddenly awake and turn invisible! How interesting.

There was a really short kid in an orange jumpsuit with multiple handcuffs, who was even smaller than the little girl in a scarf. One of two would be fun to tease. Before letting his thoughts wander, Charlie strolled off in the direction of the buses. Idly changing his eye colour as he went, trying not to gawk at the massive building just ahead.

"I was right to come here."
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Postby Forest State » Thu Feb 07, 2019 7:51 pm

Kodiak "Phantom" Marsden

Kodiak looked into the eyes of the girl that was talking to her with something of a hard look on her face after she settled out of her panic and realized that everyone around her wasn’t hostile, but the rest of the recruits that she had flown from New Jersey with. Right. That hadn’t been her finest moment, but it was hard to tell that it had even happened at all now just from looking at her face, which was steeled once again. “I didn’t ask for your name,” she said, and she turned and walked off to climb onto one of the buses, taking the nearest seat to the door. She didn’t like this whole situation at all, really she just wanted to be alone.

Candace "Reveur" Marin / Jessamyn "Heartbreaker" Easton-Roux

The two girls stayed away from everyone else for the most part as they talked to each other and looked over the new recruits who had much less experience with this place than they did. Candace had grown up in Chicago and France rather than New York but she had still been here for formal events before, either on the lawn or in the building, and Jess had been here quite a few times when she was growing up as one of the famous hero families of New York and of the entire world, really. The two had met each other with the Gamblers in Monaco and Jess found herself in Candace’s entourage, so to speak.

Even if she was the only member in that entourage right now, with it getting depleted by Candace having to leave for New York rather than staying in Monaco or heading back home to Chicago, where she was more well known. “Patience, Jess. You’ll have your shot eventually,” said Candace, watching Jess as she stared down the sister that she hated, her fists clenching into tight balls and her body sparking with energy as her emotions overcharged her powers, resulting in burst of energy flying off of her, especially around her arms and hands.

“Can’t come sooner,” she said in a near growl, her posture completely overtaken by the sight of her sister for the first time in months, and as everyone was heading towards the bus, Jess made sure to stop Mari by grabbing her by the back of the hair. She pulled back. Hard, until Mari was close enough to her that she could talk into her ear. “Stay strapped.”

It was the only thing she said before she basically shoved Mari into the side of the bus and walked on, picking up her bags once again. She had gotten her message across well enough.
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Postby Shark isle » Thu Feb 07, 2019 8:07 pm

Flying wasn't exactly Harold's favorite activity. As long as he could remember he had always had a huge hatred of flying. Being on the VTOLs that was currently zooming through NYC was making Harold tense and nervous; with horrific thoughts of it crashing and burning flooding his mind. To calm his nerves, he started to stomp his foot softly on the metal floor and hum the lyrics of The Gambler by Kenny Rogers, one of his favorite. As he hummed, he looked around and took note of his fellow passengers. He then thought to himself," I should introduce myself to some of these fellers as soon as I can. Who knows, they may make good sidekicks one day." He then chuckled at his own little joke.

Harold let out a sigh of relief as he got out of the VTOLs. After what seemed like an eternity of flying, they had finally arrived at Angel Village. He immediately looked at the staff who arrived to greet them and stifled a gasp when he saw Patriot. Her family had been on of his Father's favorite superheroes and the stories he used to tell him made him a fan too. He tried to contain his excitement as a other staff member asked if anyone had any questions. Harold was about to ask a question when he suddenly saw a girl collapse. He was about to go help her up, but was intercepted by a couple other people. Suddenly, to his amazement, the girl turned invisible. Harold just stared in a amazement for a few moments and then walked towards the buses, thinking to himself," So, she could turn invisible. I wonder what these other guys can do?" He then climbed into the bus and sat down on a empty seat.

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Postby The Verdantderm Lands » Thu Feb 07, 2019 8:56 pm

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Kodiak "Phantom" Marsden

Kodiak looked into the eyes of the girl that was talking to her with something of a hard look on her face after she settled out of her panic and realized that everyone around her wasn’t hostile, but the rest of the recruits that she had flown from New Jersey with. Right. That hadn’t been her finest moment, but it was hard to tell that it had even happened at all now just from looking at her face, which was steeled once again. “I didn’t ask for your name,” she said, and she turned and walked off to climb onto one of the buses, taking the nearest seat to the door. She didn’t like this whole situation at all, really she just wanted to be alone.

Klara Jönsson


Klara did not understand the brown haired girl's rudeness and rejection of her offered friendship, but she soon recalled her mentor's words.

"Klara," Bulwark had said, "not everyone that you'll meet with powers, even in the Young Guardians program, has the same notions that you have about doing good. You were raised by exceptional parents and I think that you'll make a positive difference in this world. But not everyone is as blessed as you've been. Some of them will be scarred in their souls and the only thing you can do is be ready if they ever decide to reach out to you."

Klara smiled a sad smile to herself. Bulwark was so very wise.

There was nothing else to do but get on a bus and continue the orientation.
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Postby Lessoni » Fri Feb 08, 2019 4:27 am

Jack Dredd

Well, this had been... interesting. He wondered whatever that girl had fainted over, and what had triggered her invisibility. He also saw a girl grab another by the hair and pull, hard. He hoped that wasn't indicative of how things were going to go overall. What really interested him was the dwarf in the handcuffs. Jack thought he oughta be interesting.

With no questions to ask, he clambered onto the bus, ducking as he did so not to smack his head.

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Postby Lunas Legion » Fri Feb 08, 2019 6:08 am

Mariam ‘Mari’ Easton-Roux a.k.a Trailblazer

She was just making her way down to the buses when she felt a hand pull her hair back. She winced in pain, but she'd grown used to pain; needing to learn how to handle it had been one of the first things she'd learned.

And then she heard Jess' voice in her ear and she was shoved into the side of the bus, banging her head. She rubbed her head as she stood back up, glaring after Jess. Well, hello again sis, how fucking nice to see you. Couldn't just stay over in Monaco, no, you had to come back like the bitch you are. She groaned, not from pain, but from irritation. She didn't want to deal with Jess and whatever confidence boost she'd gotten from some time in Monaco.

It wasn't like it'd do her any good anyways. She'd always been better than Jess. That was the way of the world. She might pose and posture, but if it came down to a fight between them, she'd win. And if Jess wanted one, well, she'd give her one. She should've stayed in Monaco.
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Postby Forest State » Fri Feb 08, 2019 6:27 am

The introduction was over. The staff had made a note of the girl who fell over during it, but the other recruits had seemed to handle that and the girl didn’t look like she wanted anyone to talk to her about it. So they didn’t. They watched as everyone loaded onto the buses that would take them a little ways away to another part of Angel’s Village, one that looked like it was a high class residential neighborhood. There were multiple apartment buildings and the busses stopped in front of the one that had a sign out front that said “Young Guardians Program, Section C.” That was the right one.

The doors to the busses opened and the recruits were guided by staff members into the apartment. Each one was handed a room key as they entered, but all of the rooms were the same so it didn’t matter. Some were on the first floor, others were on the second or third, but other than the trip up the stairs, there wasn’t any difference based on which room was received. Each of the rooms had the same things, a bedroom, decent sized living room, bathroom, and a small kitchen. Of course, there was food served every day, but if someone wanted to make their own, they would be able to do that. There were some other basic things, too. A TV in the living room, and some basic furniture.

They would be able to customize their rooms to look more like their own as time went on. For now, the designs were rather basic, like they were in a three or four star hotel, albeit one that had been kept clean and updated. As they went into their rooms, an electronic voice played over the sound system, one that sounded smooth and female but was also distinctly different from a typical human voice. “Welcome to Angel’s Village and your new residence. Feel free to explore the surrounding area after unpacking, but remember, the full introduction to the Young Guardians Program is scheduled for tomorrow morning. All recruits will be required to meet in front of the Guardians Building at 9:00 AM. Thank you for your cooperation,” the voice said, before the announcement ended.

There was still plenty of time before then. And right now, the focus would be on unpacking and getting settled in.
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Postby Lessoni » Fri Feb 08, 2019 12:51 pm

Jack Dredd

Jack entered his room, pocketing the key he was given, and inspected it. It was fairly simple, just to his tastes. He'd have to find a place for his sound system, but yeah. This room would work just fine. Jack grew bored quite quickly, and went to explore the grounds. He had plenty of time before the introduction, right?

Jack had been wandering the halls, killing time until their introduction, when he bumped into another man, nearly knocking him over. He was stammering out an apology when he noticed a pair of guns on his hips. Colts, to be exact. He reached out a hand, and said, "Sorry about that. Wasn't paying attention. Name's Jack, and I couldn't help but notice those guns. Colts, I assume?"

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Postby Forest State » Fri Feb 08, 2019 1:38 pm

Kodiak "Phantom" Marsden

After the embarrassing introduction, Kodiak was silent as she sat closest to the door on the bus and was one of the first ones off, taking her room key without saying a word and proceeding to the door number that was written on it. Still, even if her posture was calm, her mind wasn’t. She was thinking about the past and thinking specifically about everyone that she had left. The faces that she had abandoned to get her freedom, and she didn’t even know if they were still alive or even if they had been punished for her actions. She shuddered. It was something that she would always feel guilty about, because while she had ran to gain her freedom, she had never considered herself disloyal. Not to the people that mattered, anyway, like the ones that had been her brothers and sisters in arms.

As she stood outside the door, she stopped herself before entering. She felt bad. Like she was a terrible person for entering and staying here in comfort while they were probably still suffering. She paused, leaning her head against the door before reaching to her pocket and taking out the dog tag that she had saved. She hadn’t been the original one to own it but it had made its way to her and she never intended to leave it behind. It was one of the things she always took with her, because somehow… It was a memory of brighter times, even under the darkest circumstances. “I miss you,” she said, holding the dog tag between her fingers as she rested one hand against the door. “You have no idea what I’d give to hear your voice over my radio again. You always had a way of making us feel like things were better, in the worst situations.”

“I guess what I wanted to say is that I wished you could be here and that I hadn’t just abandoned everyone like a coward. I know you wouldn’t say it to my face, but you would be disappointed in me for doing it… Rest easy, my friend. You damn well earned it,” she continued in a low tone after pausing, before pushing her door open and putting away the dog tag, regaining a bit of composure as she looked around and set her bag down.

She was midway through unpacking her things when there was a knock on her door, and she turned around and slowly walked towards it, almost bracing for combat, and then opened it up to see instructor Li Guan standing in front of her. Right. It was stupid to think that she was going to get attacked here right after moving in. “Sorry to interrupt, but we have someone for you to see,” said Guan. “Someone that came here a couple of weeks ago asking about you. You weren’t here yet, so we told her to wait but… We think that you might actually know her, even though she seems a little, how should I put this, unhinged.

Serge "Riot" Easton-Roux

The one known as Hellrasier to some and Riot to others was, as some would say, fresh out the pen. One year in prison in Ontario had been an interesting experience and not necessarily the worst one. It wasn’t like there was anything to be missed here in New York where Mari would simply receive all the attention and where the people that were supposed to be family would hardly pay attention to the ones who didn’t follow after her path. It was also much easier to be in prison while possessing the skills to be one of the top dogs. There weren’t that many people that wanted to mess with someone that could smash their skull in during a fight and Serge hadn’t shied away from using his abilities. The shields weren’t just good for defensive purposes, but for hitting someone with the force of concrete too.

But it was also nice being back and Serge had been taking in the scenes ever since getting back to New York, where it had all began. Of course, the Guardians Building and this entire area were things that Serge had seen before, and Serge didn’t look at them the same way some of the others probably did. The Guardians were overrated. They only wanted to pay attention to Mari so fuck them, they were worthless. They were also one of the only ways to make a name as a hero in this part, and so despite those feelings, Serge was joining them anyway. Sometimes you had to do what you had to do, if you wanted to get ahead in the world. Even if it wasn’t the most genuine thing ever. They would serve their purpose and maybe it would be possible to change them from the inside.

Upon unpacking, Serge went out to the hallways, partially to look for Mari and see if she was around. At some point, he would have to announce his presence and show her that Jess wasn’t the only one she needed to worry about right now, even if Jess and her intents were… Well, they were pretty clear.

Jessamyn "Heartbreaker" Easton-Roux

The second of the three Easton-Roux siblings that was in the program wasn’t particularly happy to be here at the moment, not when her sister also was. Still, she was carrying herself different from the way she had before she left and went overseas to Monaco, where she had been a part of the Gamblers, one of the flashier teams in Europe and perhaps the world. It wasn’t that they were the largest team or that they had fought the world’s toughest villains, but being with them had shown her something about confidence. She wasn’t afraid as much to show out even if she didn’t get the attention she had wanted from her parents, and she was beyond seeking their approval now. She had her own approval and she had the approval of the people that she cared about.

Only thing left she had to do was get payback for the fact that things were like this in the first place. Just because she had moved on in a way didn’t mean that no wrong had been done to her and she intended to lash out at some point. For now, patience was a virtue, as Candace had told her. Candace was always the one looking out for her these days, as they… Seemed to operate on a similar wavelength, so to speak. They both had similar ideas about handling problems and they had both been on the same team and had life experiences that weren’t incredibly far from each other. But out of the two of them, Jess was the loose cannon that was willing to go further to get justice. Not for anyone else, like one would think because of her status as a hero, but for herself.

After unpacking her things, Jess turned towards the door and pulled on her jacket, the one that was bright blue with golden highlights and trim, the back of it having the Gamblers dice symbol on the back below the team name. She was with the Guardians right now, but she hardly felt like it. The Guardians had always been Mari’s thing. This whole area, this was Mari’s world and she was just living in it. She was only here to upstage her, and nothing else. But that wasn’t possible right now, when they had just arrived. So she took her mind off of it, and left to go for a bit of a walk.
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Postby Vanquaria » Fri Feb 08, 2019 4:29 pm

Sun Yi Jong, Incinerate


Sun had seen an opportunity present itself in the form of the Young Guardians program. That was the only reason he had joined. Otherwise, he would have remained in Asia for he was needed there so badly.

He had dedicated himself to mastering his magic and he tested his progress by actively seeking out those who sought harm on others. Those who watched him were always frightened by his powers perhaps even more so than they were by the villain. There was no way around it for Sun. His magic was devastating and destructive in nature. Lightning combined with fire produced terrifying results. His enemy's flesh melted away from the raw flames while their internal organs were pierced by abnormally high charges of voltage. It was the complete incineration of both the external and the internal, 'Incinerate' was his moniker.

Yet Sun knew his limits, he knew them well. This was beside the fact that he worked alone and that enough was already a very dangerous thing to do. So, the Korean man picked his fights wisely. He always observed and analyzed before he revealed his presence on the battlefield. He always made sure to maintain distance from himself and his target. And he always made sure to utilize overwhelming force from the onset. He preferred fire most of the time. Fire was a very versatile element in his eyes, its flames could wash over groups of enemies and its heat would disorientate their senses. Electricity on the other hand, was an element of surgical precision. It was used for situations where collateral damage was not an option and accuracy was of the utmost importance. Both elements had their strengths and weaknesses. Sun recognized them well.

One would wonder why someone like Sun, who considered himself a master of lightning and fire, would join the Young Guardians. What else was there for him to learn? The answer was obvious. Magic had glaring weaknesses compared to those with the meta-human gene. Magicians had to draw their power from the Otherworld. Magicians could also run out of magic in the heat of combat. Did those with the gene draw their power from some fairy-tale realm? No. Did the meta-human gene have an expiration date? No. But, there were strengths to being a user of Magic. And the one Sun sought most out of them was the ability to learn, to grow. He did not want to learn just any random magic however for learning an entirely different magic such as ice magic would be like learning how to walk again for Sun. He could do it but it would take a while. Thus, it would be preferable if he could learn a magic similar to the magic he already knew. And there was a magic similar to his own that he was very aware about.

Azur Pyrokinesis. The power of the blue flame. Blue fire was on another level from orange fire. It was significantly hotter and more intense in nature than orange fire, making it the strongest form of natural fire in the world. To learn and control this type of fire was something Sun believed he would gain from the Young Guardians. Thus, he had left his home with a promise that he'll return stronger than ever. Now, he was here. In a foreign land with foreigners.

After unpacking, he had left his room. He needed fresh air, it was something he felt he could not live since he was first introduced to frugal living within the mountains of Korea. Strolling around, taking in the sights with a tingle of anticipation for the new experience of being a Young Guardian, he noticed a figure in front of him. He assumed it to be a feminine figure and practiced his English skills by reading the name on the back of her bright blue jacket.

Gamblers? Ah, bet that's one of them Western super teams he thought. Quickening his pace though only slightly, he came to be by the side of the shorter, dark-haired girl. "What's up?" he asked her, his practiced American accent showing, "You out for fresh air too?"

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