Plot

Since the beginning of time, eight people have possessed powers that make up the entirety of the universe. The powers are passed down from generation to generation with the former holder choosing their successor based on either physical or emotional qualities they find. The power that each holder has is displayed by a tattoo on their arm, wrist, neck, ankle, or shoulder.

Together, this group of eight, usually only teenagers when chosen, are handed the ability to either destroy or protect the earth. Of course, it’s not easy, there are superpowers outside of the mortal realm that seek to destroy these people and what they hold. Not only that, but the group doesn’t always get along, and when an argument breaks out between them the whole stability of the world shifts. After all, with one of these people missing the entire group and the universe depending on them could easily fall apart.

As the last generation of power holders grows old and weak, they seek out their successors and place their blessings upon them silently, allowing them to discover their power over the course of a year or two before finally stepping down and giving them the full power of the universe.

Will the new generation learn to work together to bring peace and comfort to earth or will they be the cause of its downfall? Only time will tell.

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Time

The first one chosen, the designated leader, and, most often the eldest of the group.

The holder of Time is given their power a bit earlier than the others of the group, sometimes as long as a year before. This is because the time power is the hardest to control and develop so without that extra time, the holder is likely to destroy something before any of the others have an opportunity to help. The extra time also allows the holder of the power to better understand the purpose of the powers of the others, resulting in better leadership skills and ideas than they would have otherwise.

The time power consists of the ability to control and change time (such as freezing time, turning it back, or even moving it forward temporarily.), seeing visions of the future, seeing other's pasts, and speeding up or slow down the progress of other people or objects through time.

When first given power, timekeepers are often blessed with visions or alterations of people/object speed throughout time first. The last power they usually master is the ability to control or change time.

The time holder must have strong leadership qualities and is usually known to be intelligent and very logical as well as determined and insightful. Their tattoo is of an eye with a swirling pupil.

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Space

Typically known as the pathfinder of the group, the space holder has the ability to teleport, widen and close spaces, breathe outside of earth's troposphere, and gift others to do the same (temporarily), alter gravity, and levitate. The first skill they are usually blessed with is levitation or the ability to alter gravity, and the final skill they usually learn is teleportation.

The space holder is typically very numerically skilled, very open-minded, and creative. Space holders also have a tendency to appear a bit aloof, often caught up in their own heads. The space holder is important to the group as they are often the ones that help guide the group, especially outside of Earth. Plus, they’re good mediators along with the Emotional holder.

Their tattoo is of a crescent moon with a star hanging from the top of it.

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Sound

Often known as the entertainer of the group, the sound holder holds the ability to suppress and increase sound, control how and where sound travels, ability to learn and pick up musical instruments and songs quickly (musical knowledge), and musical persuasion/captivating voice. The most common first powers for the sound holder to gain are suppression and increasing of sound or musical knowledge

The sound holder is usually extremely creative, outgoing, and overall a great entertainer. The sound holder is important to the group as they have a tendency to lighten the mood and keep a positive attitude even in hard times which can help boost morale.

The sound holder's tattoo is of a treble and bass cleft together in the shape of a heart.

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Elemental control (fire, water, air, earth, metal, light, darkness)

The element holder doesn’t have a designated name or role within the group, as their personalities have been too inconsistent throughout the generations. Their role changes based on how they act. The element holder has the ability to manipulate, control, and create fire, air, water, earth, metal, light, and darkness. As they learn and master each of these powers, they will gain new powers within that one power. For example, once the element holder starts learning fire they will gain the ability to survive in extremely hot temperatures and create small, flammable explosions.

The elemental holder starts out with a primary element based on their personality, a primary element can only be one of what are known as the ‘original four,’ fire, air, water, and earth. An element holder that is chosen because of a calm and well-thought-out personality would be gifted the power of earth first, meaning that they could manipulate, control, and create small portions of land, communicate with animals, create plants out of thin air, and identify plants, animals, and other living things within a one-mile radius. They’d learn to communicate with animals first.

An elemental holder chosen based on a happy, laid-back, and more gentle personality would be given the power of air first. This would give them the ability to manipulate, control, and create air/wind, they’d be given wings and the ability to fly, the ability to control the weather, and the ability to alter the amount of air pressure in a certain area. They’d typically be given wings and the power of flight first.

An element holder chosen based on their passion and unwavering determination or strong will would be given the power of fire first. This would give them the ability to manipulate, control, and create fire, withstand severe heat, create small explosions, and radiation manipulation. They’d typically be given radiation manipulation or the ability to withstand severe heat first.

An element holder chosen based on their unpredictability, somewhat chaotic nature, or their curiosity would be given the power of water first. This would give them the ability to manipulate, control, and create water, breathe underwater, move underwater quickly and efficiently, communicate with underwater creatures, freeze water, unfreeze ice, and control water temperature. They’d typically gain the ability to breathe underwater first.

An element holder can only gain the abilities of light, darkness, and metal after they’ve already mastered all four ‘original four.’ Their tattoo is of the ‘original four’ elements in a circle pattern.

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Physical

Often known as the protector of the eight, a physical holder has enhanced senses, enhanced speed, enhanced strength, shield, and knowledge of weapons. They often gain the shield power or knowledge of weapons first.

A physical holder is often chosen because of how motivated they are, their protective nature, and their willingness to defend others no matter the cost. The physical holder is extremely important to the group because they’re often the most driven and are always willing to defend the others, even against the rest of the group. They don’t typically choose sides based on who they like or dislike but what they think is right, still, their loyalty is never questioned, as a physical holder is almost always the most loyal of the group, only ever second to a truth holder.

The physical holder's tattoo is of a dumbbell.

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Emotional/Healing

Often known as the heart of the group, the emotional holder, also known as the healing holder, has the ability to heal physical wounds (on others, not themselves), has a vast knowledge of both medicines and poisons, the ability to see and alter auras, and, though it’s often seen as more of a curse than a power, a healer is also very often and very easily influenced by the emotions of those around them. They typically gain the ability to heal physical wounds first.

An emotional holder is chosen because of a kind, understanding, and helpful nature. The emotional holder is arguably the most important member of the group, as they can save someone on the brink of death within a matter of minutes, they are also the main mediator of the group. Their kind and understanding nature allows them to see most sides in most situations, and the others trust them enough to listen to what they have to say.

The emotional holder’s tattoo is a snake wrapped around a staff.

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Truth/Trust

Typically called the lawyer of the group, the truth or trust holder is given the ability to distinguish the truth from a lie, to quite literally speak the truth into existence (in other words, if they believe that something is the truth enough, they could make it the truth by saying it with enough belief.), binding words, and, though it is often seen as more of a curse than a power, much like the healers influenced emotions, the truth holder is unable to lie. They’d be given the ability to distinguish the truth from a lie first.

The truth holder is usually chosen because of a very intelligent, trustworthy, and maybe a little stuck-up personality. The trust holder is always the most believed person in the group. Even if they aren’t necessarily liked, they are always listened to because they cannot lie. Because of this, along with their internal ideas of liars and traitors, truth-holders are also always the most loyal of the group. Plus, they’re the best interrogators.

The trust holder's tattoo is of a handshake.

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Manipulation/Judgement

Often labeled the snake or the Loki of the group, the judgment holder, sometimes also known as the manipulation holder, has the ability to mimic someone's voice and appearance perfectly, create illusions, influence people's ideas or thoughts, and identify people's reasoning behind action. They usually learn to create minor illusions first.

The judgment holder is chosen because of a more illusive or deceitful personality as well as their ability to read people. The judgment holder is by far the most disliked of the eight, often being blamed for problems and not trusted in the slightest, especially because they do what they want no matter what the others think. Still, the judgment holder plays an important role. They’re the best at understanding other sides of situations, despite what others may think, and without them, the others would have been caught by the enemy more than they have been.

The judgment holder’s tattoo is of a puppet on strings.

- Reading/Writing

- Technology

- Learning

- Teaching

- Leading

- Lying

- Emotions

- Abuse of any sorts

- Assumptions

- Occasionally controlling

- Struggles to understand emotions

- Mental health problems

- Not great with weapons

Matilda- Harry Styles

Surface Pressure- From Encanto

Oldest- Brooke Alexx

Rider's Lullaby- Jessie Mueller

I Am Not A Robot- MARINA

Average- Sushi Soucy

dumb dumb- mazie

Burned Out- Dodie

- Animals

- Most people

- Hitting people over the head (it's funny, okay-)

- Making jokes and watching everyone trying to figure out if it's really a joke or not

- Being sarcastic

- Government

- People trying to tell him what to do

- Negative emotions

- Any form of abuse

- People being put down/hurt

- Lightening the mood

- Intelligence

- Independent (mostly)

- Reading/writing

- Math

- Socialization

- Their own emotions

- The fear of appearing weak

- Sometimes hot-headed

- Overprotective

- A little too independent

Nobody- Mitski

Too Close- Sir Chloe

YKWIM?- Yot Club

Young- Vacations

Family Line- Conan Gray

Blow My Brains Out- Tikkle Me

The Beer- Kimya Dawson

Ramblings Of A Lunatic- Bears In Trees

Holy- PVRIS

Generation Why- Conan Gray

- A bit of chaos

- Animals

- Making bad jokes

- Confusing people

- Rules

- Being ignored

- Stuck-ups

- People who can't take a joke

- Misgendering

- Lying

- Hiding

- Playing devil's advocate

- Confusing people

- Making friends

- Animals

- Annoying

- Mental health

Redemption- Besomorph, Coopex, RIELL

Joke's On You- Charlotte Lawrence

It's Ok I Wouldn't Remember Me Either- Crywank

Evelyn Evelyn- Evelyn Evelyn

Angry- Paravi

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked- Cage The Elephant

Kids- Current Joys

Feel So Empty- Bears In Trees

Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land- MARINA

Why Am I Like This?- Orla Gartland

Bones- Imagine Dragons

- Writing/Drawing/Painting

- Singing

- Performing

- Cats

- Sweets

- Any kind of hate

- Fighting

- Gender norms

- Math

- Bullies

- Singing/performing

- Intelligent

- Drawing/painting/writing

- Understanding emotions

- Fighting (physical)

- He can be very emotional

- Shy

- Math

Born This Way- Lady Gaga

Unstoppable- Sia

This is me- From the Greatest Showman

Don't Be So Hard On Yourself- Jess Glynne

Made You Look- Meghan Trainor

Could Have Been Me- Halsey

Little Me- Little Mix

Cinderella's Dead- EMELINE

Too Precious- Em Beihold

|~| Rev |~|

Name: Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland.

Nickname(s): Try it, I dare you.

Age: 18.

Birthday: January 20th.

Gender: Male.

Blood Type: B-.

Sexuality: Gay.

Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Power/Rank: Space.

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Appearance:

(Credit to BAYDEWS@picrew.me)

Revan resides at a shorter height of 5’ 5”, though he looks 5’ 9” because of a simple thing called 4-inch heeled boots. His skin tone is ivory with yellowish undertones, which adds to his overall sicker look. He has quite a few freckles along his nose and cheeks, something he hates because they remind him of... A few things. His new tattoo of a crescent moon with a star hanging from the top of it is at their shoulder.

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Revan has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather sunken, and he gives no reason as to why, as if he just doesn’t even notice the fact. Now for the nose, something that he’s glad about is the fact that it is an aquiline shaped nose, meaning it's the stereotypical 'normal' nose. His lips are downturned thin in shape, making confident and sly smirks/grins his most often seen expression.

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His eyebrows are rather thin, though with the slightest of arch’s. Finally his eyes, which he hates with a burning passion, are a deepset hooded in shape, with heavy bags underneath them that are hard to ignore given the circular glasses that he has to wear due to his terrible eyesight. He has heterochromia, with his left eye being amber and the right one being shades that make it look purple, though he’ll wear colored contacts to make them both seem amber in color. His face is framed by bleached blonde hair, though you can sometimes see black roots coming up. The back of his hair is fluffier than the front by a long shot, and the tips of all of it go just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck. It’s usually in his face, though it's not exactly messy hair of any kind... It's pretty professional-like, though with a slight unkempt aura around it, like he made it look like that without even watching or thinking about what he was doing, which is probably the case.

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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a short torso matched with longer legs, everything about him screams lanky and maybe even bony. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 107 lbs, his BMI at 17.80 and being underweight by 5 pounds. He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s underweight, never giving an excuse and when he does it’s always work.

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As for scars, he has one hidden within his hair and one at his stomach, both look years old though the stomach one does look older. He also has quite a few on his arms, though even the newest ones look to be a month or two old at this point.

(Credit to BAYDEWS@picrew.me)

Voice: Revan’s voice is near the middle when it comes to high or low, though teetering towards higher just slightly. His voice is smooth too, a practiced kind of smooth though, where it usually sounds monotonous and confident and deeper.

Handwriting: His handwriting isn’t terrible, in fact? It’s very effective. Most of the time, his handwriting is a readable print that doesn’t sway or slant or change over time. But if it’s something he doesn’t expect anyone but him to read or even see? It’s like a whole other person wrote it, and he’s been told it’s illegible multiple times.

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Personality:

He is a very serious person, practically refusing any and all emotional attachment. It's a fear of his, to lose someone close to him, the best way he seems to be able to not experience that is by not getting close to anyone. He's very antisocial and awkward, so don't expect too many big speeches. Though he is extremely intelligent when it comes to things like technology, math, science, and history. He will most likely end up rolling his eyes and scoffing at someone for getting a problem or equation or even, question, wrong. Even in day-to-day life with questions like, 'how do you spell something?'

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He also has a lot of perseverance and cares for those he knows deeply, even if he won't admit it. He also seems to have quite the ego, though it's usually faked, and whenever it’s real, it’s shattered by the smallest mistake, or sometimes, even insult.

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He tries not to let things get to him, but he's quick to anger if someone he cares for does something extremely reckless and/or they could’ve died. He’s also loyal to a fault but if something almost happens to someone he knows/cares about, he’ll cut them off from his life, even going as far as to tell them not to contact/talk him ever again, right after getting onto them for doing whatever it was, it’s how he’s lost many friends.

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Other than that, he’s also an insomniac by choice, hating the nightmares that plague his sleep otherwise. The only time you’ll ever see him sleeping is if he passed out from exhaustion and you managed to find him wherever that happened to be at. Accompanying the insomnia, most notably, is probably the intense feelings of guilt that he tries to hide with his confident facade/front.

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He has the tendency to put off his problems at any given time, trying to ignore them and just... Run from them... As quick as possible. He doesn't want to deal with them, doesn't want them, and doesn't feel like he should even have them. So he pushes them deep down and focuses on others problems' rather than his own. Of course, without them realizing that he’s focusing on them, obviously.

Likes: Technology, work, books, tea, coffee, researching, having his ego stroked, horses(will never admit it), solitude, and crowds.

Dislikes: Not having service, people thinking he’s dumb, people blaming him, losing people close to him, making mistakes/failure, having to do speeches, having nightmares, solitude, his mum/mentions of family, and crowds.

Strengths: Technology, Puzzles, Academic-like stuff, Lying/Keeping Secrets, Running.

Weaknesses: Physical strength, People, Socializing, Making Friends, Mourning.

Fears/Phobias: Having nightmares, mistakes/failure, being blamed, losing those he’s close to, getting close to people.

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Mental Illnesses: Depression, Insomnia, Anxiety, and C-PTSD.

Addictions: Coffee.

Physical Disabilities: Extremely Near-Sighted.

Allergies: None.

Both/Left/Right-Handed: Both.

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Themesong(s):

Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez.

Run and Go by Twenty One Pilots.

Youth by Troye Sivan.

Stand Out Fit In by One OK Rock.

Castle by Halsey.

Born For This by The Score.

Shots by Imagine Dragon.

Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons.

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk.

The Search by NF.

Polarize by Twenty One Pilots.

Message Man by Twenty One Pilots.

Heaven by Troye Sivan.

Pity Party by Melanie Martinez.

Migraine by Twenty One Pilots.

Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin.

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by Set It Off.

Come Hang Out by AJR.

Bang! by AJR.

Isolate by Sub Urban.

arrow by Half Alive.

Suicidal Thoughts by Josh A, iamjakehill.

Bullet by Hollywood Undead.

Memento Mori by Crywank.

Deep Thoughts by NEFFEX.

Affiliations: TBD.

|~| Aries |~|

Name: Gwyar Ariethous Fraoch.

Nickname(s): Aries, Khorne, Ari, and whatever else.

Age: 17.

Birthday: July 23rd.

Gender: Male.

Blood Type: O-.

Sexuality: Demisexual.

Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Power/Rank: Physical.

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Appearance:

(Credits to duckyora@picrew.me)

Gwyar resides at a height of 6’5”, a rather intimidating height to most. Though even how he holds himself is enough to intimidate most, he practically adds another inch with how confidently he holds himself. His skin tone is pale ivory-porcelain with neutral undertones, which adds to his overall paler, sicker look. He has almost no freckles on his body, except for one or two here and there. When it comes to piercings, Gwyar has plenty. His dumbbell tattoo is at his neck.

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Gwyar has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are on the slimmer side. Now for the nose, something that he’s glad about is the fact that it is an aquiline shaped nose, meaning it's the stereotypical 'normal' nose. His lips are downturned in shape, making confident, sly smirks or thin, pressed lines as his resting expressions.

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His eyebrows are rather thick in thickness, with a rather obvious arch. Finally his eyes, these are a deepset hooded. His eyes are a silver gray, with heavy eye bags underneath. His face is framed by wavy, red hair. The back of his hair is fluffier than the front by a long shot, and the back of it goes to his hips in length, while the front only goes down to his ears. It’s usually in either a ponytail, a bun, or a braid. Or, well, multiple braids.

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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, everything about him screams that he’s a brawn kind of guy. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man weighs at around 140 lbs, his BMI at an unhealthy 16.60, underweight by 26 pounds, and the weight he does have is mostly due to muscle and height alone. His fingernails are rather long and sharp, something he takes pride in. They mean he can attack someone with just his nails if he has to, after all.

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Now for the ‘fun’ part… Scars. Gwyar has plenty of scars. He has one that goes from under the right corner of his lip and through it. He also has one that looks like a slash across his neck. As well as a scar that goes from the top of his left eyebrow to his hairline. He also has one across the bridge of his nose, and another going up his right chin and cheek, ending a bit beside the one at his lip. And one that’s a diagonal scar from the inner corner of his right eye and across his nose to his left cheek. He has plenty of scars littering his scalp, all more or less hidden by his hair. And all of the ones covering his arms, ones that give the impression of blocking either blades or whips. Take your pick on that, because chances are he’ll never tell. Much more intimidating to not explain, after all. Along with ones at his wrist and ankles, circling them as if cuffs that were too tight. And a burn scar, of a perfectly smithed sword pointing upwards, right between his shoulder blades in the small of his back. The burn also seems to have caused a small permanent dent there, in the shape of the scar.

(Credit to poika@picrew.me)

Voice: A scratchy, hoarse Bass voice.

Handwriting: Very fast? He can write very fast. And it’s legible.

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Personality:

To put simply, Gwyar is loud, confident, and laidback. He doesn’t care what anyone else says or does or thinks. He has a very ‘Who cares what the world says? What matters most is what you say’ mindset. Of course though, that’s only how he shows himself. Quite honestly… He cares- A lot. His ego is very easy to break, and ten times as hard to build up again.

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He’s fiercely loyal, and it’s both a downfall and an asset. Both for the same reason. He’ll never betray someone once he sees them as a friend. Once a friend, always a friend. Even if they end up hurting him too many times to count. This has managed to get him into a few bad situations with friends that ended up with them not being friends anymore.

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Something else that’s a blessing and a curse is how honest he is. Which is very. The only way he can lie is by hiding things- And even then… If someone finds out and questions him on it, he’ll end up telling the truth. This has caused his loyalty and honesty to have many internal battles- The outcome tends to depend on whether or not he subconsciously knows what he’s hiding will end up causing more harm by lying than not. More often than not, what he’s hiding is how he truly feels. It’s just about the only thing that he doesn’t have to battle honesty vs loyalty with, either.

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Guilt is something that is very easy for him to feel… It doesn’t matter how long ago it was; if he’s reminded of it in a way that could make it seem like it was his fault- Then he’ll take that to heart. And no matter if someone else tells it in a different way later on where it wouldn’t seem like his fault; the guilt will linger.

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To him; actions speak louder than words. People can lie with words but it’s harder to lie with actions. And even his own lying, when he does it, tends to follow this pattern. It’s harder for him to act fine than it is to say that he’s fine. He can wake up and say he’s fine, but he needs a few minutes to actually work himself into acting fine. The only words that mean anything to him are ones written in history books. And they literally just describe actions, talk about actions.

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He also has absolutely no social skills. His default modes of talking are long speeches and short, clipped replies or orders or whatever else. Most of his speaking interactions have either not existed due to being extremely introverted or have happened in times of semi-crisis, stress, or pressure. Or in training for numerous things. So social interactions, cues, and skills are practically nonexistent. He’s much better with business or professional talking though, and his voice tends to be fairly monotone- Something that he inherited from his mother, that he truly doesn’t enjoy.

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He’s incredibly impulsive, and with his tendency to not care what happens to him- He can throw himself into danger and not think twice about it. He’ll beat someone up if they mess with his friends, he’ll burn down an entire town if his morals are questioned. Frankly, he’ll do a lot if he has to. Or thinks he has to.

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His memory… Is astounding, to put simply. Specifically, his muscle memory. If he physically does something once, chances are that he’ll be able to do it with ease again and again afterwards. And his ability to remember written words and numbers is great too, not quite on the level of photographic but fairly close. Especially with his tendency to use marks, write notes, and any other trick when it comes to books. Audiographic and other memory types are where it starts to taper off, especially audio memory. He’ll forget everything people say rather easily if it isn’t reinstated multiple times. Which is why he tends to write lists or notes or reminders for himself. They definitely help.

Likes: History/Mythology, Hunting/Tracking, Training, Learning, Stars, Reading, Nature, Fall, and Winter.

Dislikes: Crowds, Swearing, Bright Lights, Confined Spaces, Socializing, Illness/Injury, Hurting People(In any way, shape, or form), Spring, and Summer.

Skills:

Swordsmanship! Aries knows what he’s doing with a sword, there’s no other way to put it. He learned from a young age, and enjoyed it enough to keep at it.

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Hand-to-Hand combat. He knows how to throw a punch, and a kick. And with the amount of muscle he’s been able to build up? Yeah, he’s ready to beat people up with his bare fists.

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Strategy. Despite seeming like an ‘all brawn and no brain’ based on appearance alone- Don’t question his intelligence, since he does know how to use his brawn most effectively. No denying how much his love of history helped, it definitely allows him to pull some last second tricks based off of old, dead people.

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Survival Trivia! He can usually identify what’s safe to eat/drink and what isn’t. Not to mention he knows how to make a fire. Pretty useful.

Strengths: Secrets, Tolerance/Endurance, Loyal, Honesty, Stealth, Adaptable, Physical Strength, Observant, and Helpful.

Weaknesses: Lying, Trust Issues/Paranoia, Loyal, Self-Esteem Issues/Social Skills, Emotions, Insomnia/Nightmares, Intrusive Thoughts, Easily Guilt-Tripped/Manipulated, and Extreme Abandonment Issues.

Fears/Phobias: Severe Claustrophobia, Severe Nosocomephobia, Mild Aphenphosmphobia, Mild Iatrophobia, Mild Trypanophobia, Mild Atychiphobia, and Mild Methyphobia.

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Mental Illnesses: C-PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Insomnia. Probably more, in all honesty.

Physical Disabilities: None.

Allergies: None.

Both/Left/Right-Handed: Both.

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Themesong(s):

State of My Head by Shinedown.

Nightmares & Flare Guns by Seb Adams.

Belly of the Beast by Brennan Savage.

Oh Ana by Mother Mother.

Wires by The Neighbourhood.

Violent by carolesdaughter.

useless by updog.

pins&needles by andy polk & cookii.

Myself by NEFFEX.

Bury Me Low by 8 Graves.

3AM by ASHS.

911 by Ellise.

Medication by YUNGBLUD.

Facetime Unavailable by Delaney Kai & Kyoto Black.

Little Poor Me by Layto.

Be Somebody by Phil Good.

Devil I Know by Allie X.

MONSTERS by Shinedown.

TV Head by Elliot Lee.

Virtual Reality by rey.

Anthropophobia (English) by Jubyphonic.

So Down by Mother Mother.

Until It Doesn’t Hurt by Mother Mother.

Carve A Name by Mother Mother.

I’m Not A Cynic by Alec Benjamin.

Affiliations: TBD.

|~| Gorōta |~|

Name: Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo.

Nickname(s): Anything you can come up with.

Age: 16.

Birthday: September 5th.

Gender: Male.

Blood Type: O+.

Sexuality: Demisexual.

Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi.

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Power/Rank: Emotional/Healing.

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Appearance:

(Credits to BAYDEWS@picrew.me)

Gorōta resides at a height of 6’ 0”, though his back is usually hunched to where he looks 5' 10". His skin tone is a pale bisque with neutral undertones. He has plenty of freckles on his body, though especially at his cheeks, nose, and shoulders. His new tattoo of a staff encircled by a serpent is on his upper arm, near his shoulder.

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Gorōta has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the smaller side. His cheeks are rather sunken despite this, and he swears that it’s just because he is always so busy, usually being said in a dismissive tone as he works. Now for the nose, something that rather dislikes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are downturned thin in shape, making slight, timid frowns as his most often seen expression.

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His eyebrows are rather thin, though with a slight arch. Despite them being thin and rather straight, the right eyebrow has a scar that starts a bit above the eyebrow to a bit under his eye. Finally, his eyes, the right of which he hates with a burning passion, they are deepset hooded in shape and a dark gray in color at his left one. His right eye is missing, leaving only a socket that he prefers people would just not ask about. His face is framed by black hair that is most often found messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.

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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 122 lbs, his BMI at 16.54 and being underweight by 15 pounds. He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s underweight, dismissing attempts to tell him by stating that he’s busy. He also sports quite a few scars too, the most prominent one is at his right eye and basically covers the entire eye in scar tissue, the other ones are mostly on his arms. Though, there is one at his neck, that he leaves completely unexplained, just like all his other ones too.

Voice: Gorōta’s voice is on the higher side of the spectrum, not screechy or gravelly, but quiet and holding back. It’s what many people would think a scared voice would sound like, but it’s just his regular one.

Handwriting: Not terrible, though definitely not the best either. At least it’s legible? He does not know cursive, thank you very much random stranger who thought he was writing in cursive.

/~/

Personality:

Gorōta is not the type of person someone would see as a people person. Stuttering with practically any sentence unless he starts ranting, and he can’t tell any social cues apart. He also ends up fidgeting under any type of stare, refusing to make any eye contact. He can also be jumpy around new people, and will often try giving nervous chuckles out to try and calm his own nerves, the tactic never really working.

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Within friend groups, he is seen as the peacemaker, always trying to keep everyone from killing each other and keep fights from happening. Despite his awkward and timid outlook, he hates hearing people fight and yell, so he’ll try to keep that from happening at any costs. Despite having his own problems to deal with, he’ll put his friends’ problems above his own and try to help them through theirs before even trying to acknowledge his own.

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Paranoia is something extremely obvious when it comes to Gorōta. Preferring to be prepared for anything, he’ll often think about absolutely anything that could go wrong, no matter how unrealistic it is. Due to this, he can oftentimes be found pacing while stroking his chin like a madman trying to think. Due to this paranoia of his, he’s more likely to lie right off the bat and then regret doing so immediately, but be unable to admit the truth because of his timid nature.

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He’s stubborn when it comes to basically anything, even with his awkward nature. Though, he’s easily intimidated and if you scare him enough, he’ll back off. But usually, it’ll take more than just some yelling and staring to scare him enough. Because when he really sets his mind on something, it’s more likely that raising a hand at him or getting into his personal space will get his attention.

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He's very rooted in fear, and maybe some subconscious level of shame. It's hard for him to believe everything will be okay or that he's actually good enough for the people around him. He tends to put anyone else before himself, even if he doesn't necessarily like them, just because he sees their lives as more important than his own. He has a very, 'I probably won't achieve anything as great as everyone else, so why even bother?' sort of outlook. He tends to think of himself as helpless, hopeless, and cowardly. Not really ever seeing(or looking for) the good in himself.

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He puts helping in front of everything, no matter what. No matter how he feels about someone, or how they may have treated him- If they're hurt, he's not going to leave them behind or let them die. He'd rather save a villain then let them die, even if it means they'll kill him instead. This carries over for the people he cares about, though he often beats himself up about how in the heat of a moment- He'll freeze up, unable to move and do anything if the need arises. He would love to say that he'd take a bullet for a friend, but his freeze reaction makes that impossible. And he hates himself for it, because if he could? If he didn't freeze? He'd be catching bullets for strangers or literal murderers even.

Likes: Learning, Helping, Sewing, Movies, Coffee, Books/Reading, Success, Open areas.

Dislikes: Fights/Conflict, Loud Noises, Being asked to pick sides, Attention, Failure, Large crowds of people, His eye getting commented on/asked about, Small spaces.

Strengths: Stealthy, Realistic, Observant, Lying/Hiding things, Intelligence, Preparing/Planning, Empathetic, Listening, Inventing/Hacking, Health science.

Weaknesses: Cowardly, Paranoid, Compulsive liar, His right eye, Easily guilt-tripped/manipulated, Lacks all physical strength, Awkward conversations, Easily intimidated, Not much stamina, Overly caring.

Fears/Phobias: Being useless/worthless, Being completely alone, Claustrophobia, Losing friends.

/~/

Mental Illnesses: Depression, Anxiety, Selective Mutism, C-PTSD, Insomnia, and Anorexia Nervosa.

Physical Disabilities: Asthma. His right eye.

Addictions: None.

Allergies: None.

Both/Left/Right-Handed: Left-Handed.

/~/

Themesong(s):

Doubt by Crywank.

Notches by Crywank.

Anxiety by Blackbear.

Trees by Twenty One Pilots.

Heavydirtysoul by Twenty One Pilots.

Level of Concern by Twenty One Pilots.

House of Gold by Twenty One Pilots.

Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots.

Screen by Twenty One Pilots.

Smithereens by Twenty One Pilots.

WHY by NF.

Black Bile by The Comedown.

Second Chance by Shinedown.

Iridescent by Linkin Park.

One More Light by Linkin Park.

Good Intentions by Dappy.

DROWN by AViVA.

Affiliations: TBD.

|~| Gen’ya |~|

Name: Gen’ya Hiei Hikari.

Nickname(s): Whatever you can think of.

Age: 17.

Birthday: October 28th.

Gender: AMAB Demi-Boy.

Blood Type: A-.

Sexuality: Apresexual Demiromantic.

Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Power/Rank: Trust/Truth.

/~/

Appearance:

(Credit to BAYDEWS@picrew.me)

Gen’ya stands at an average height of 5' 6”, their skin tone is porcelain with cool undertones. They have plenty of freckles, all of which sticking out immensely due to their light skin, which is something they hate. The new tattoo of a handshake is on their ankle.

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Gen’ya has an inverted-triangle face shape, meaning they have a wider forehead and a smaller chin that’s also sharper, the whole thing is on the longer side. Their cheeks are rather sunken. Now for the nose, they have a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. Their lips are downturned thin in shape, making small frowns their most often seen expression.

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Their eyebrows are rather thin though dark in color, making them easier to see. Finally, their eyes are a deepset hooded shape and a dark gray in color, that could almost count for black. Dark eyebags outline both of his eyes. Both eyes, they can see out of, though they are extremely farsighted and so must wear glasses if trying to look at something up close. Their face is framed by black hair that is most often found messy and in their face, the tips of all of it going to the middle of their ears in length, the back going just past the nape of their neck.

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Their body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a torso matched with the same length of legs. Everything about them screams bony. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this person only weighs in at around 90 lbs, their BMI at 14.52 and being underweight by 25 pounds.

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They only have one tattoo, though it definitely makes up for not having more. It is of a large, black kraken or octopus on their back. It takes up the entire lower back, from right under their shoulder blades all the way to the hip bones, and a tentacle reaches to go around them on either side.

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As for scars, they have plenty. They have one on their neck covered by their choker that looks like a slash, they have multiple burn scars on their upper arms and shoulders, and then quite a few scars lining their forearms. Quite often, bruises also cover their arms or legs or back too.

Voice: His voice is on the lower side of things, and is much deeper than his appearance would have you believe. It’s also much smoother too, though it definitely has a hoarse undertone.

Handwriting: Gen’ya’s handwriting is an eloquent cursive. They don’t try to make it fancy, it just is. They do quite enjoy it though.

/~/

Personality:

Gen’ya is usually extremely calm and stoic, seeming like a voice of reason in tough situations. On the outside he’s able to keep his head during times of panic, though on the inside he’ll be panicking like everyone else. It’s in his nature to be secretive and hide things from others, making him seem distant and detached.

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Due to his secretive nature he has a problem of holding things in and never talking about how he feels. Despite all of this, he’s quite poetic and charismatic when he allows himself to be, which is always a rare sight. Especially as he truly only allows it whenever he’s alone. Though most often, his poetic/dramatic language does tend to come out at times.

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Though he’s extremely caring of others, he’s also quick to anger when someone he cares for is in danger or gets hurt. He’s also quick to put the blame on someone, usually himself, and when that’s the case he’ll be apologizing for what seems like forever, even when someone states that it’s okay. Though at some point, he’ll start holding in the misplaced guilt just like he holds in everything else. He’s also extremely modest, to the point where he will deflect all compliments by instead complimenting the person who had complimented him and making himself seem gray in comparison. This also has led to quite a few insecurities.

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Despite looking like, and being, an emo, he isn’t actually a big fan of the night or darkness and usually ends up staying up late into the night no matter how tired he really is. He has trouble falling asleep with all types of light off as well, usually keeping a lamp, flashlight, nightlight, or anything else on. The only time he turns them off is if someone realizes it’s still on. To others, he seems like a huge fan of the dark and solitude, and he makes sure to keep it that way by oftentimes stating that something would be better if darker.

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He’s also a people-pleaser by default, caring about what others think of him and trying to live up to their expectations. If he isn’t able to do so, he’s extremely harsh on himself. He doesn’t care if the expectations are impossibly high, he’ll give his everything and more to try and reach them. As for other people, he believes what is basically the exact opposite. That they don’t need to do anything for them to be good or perfect.

Likes: Sunsets/Sunrises, Tea, Day, Candles/Candlelight, Writing, Poetry, Theatre, Music, Solitude.

Dislikes: Compliments, Coffee, Night, Loud Noises, Crowds, Bright Lights, Worry, Failure.

Strengths: Agile, Intelligence, Singing, Charismatic, Poetic, Hiding Things(Not Lying, Per Say), Playing Guitar, Observant.

Weaknesses: Easily Guilt-tripped, Farsighted, Paranoid, Modest, Temper, No Self-Esteem, His High Expectations, Physical Strength.

Fears/Phobias: Nyctophobia, Mild Claustrophobia, Being Judged, Being Hated, Fighting.

/~/

Mental Illnesses: Depression, Anxiety, Bulimia Nervosa, Anorexia Nervosa, Insomnia, and C-PTSD.

Addictions: None.

Physical Disabilities: Extremely Farsighted.

Allergies: None.

Both/Left/Right-Handed: Left-Handed.

/~/

Themesong(s):

Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold.

Teenagers by My Chemical Romance.

Natural Born Killer by Avenged Sevenfold.

I am sh* by Crywank.

New Divide by Linkin Park.

Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance.

Soap by Melanie Martinez.

Welcome To The Family by Avenged Sevenfold.

The End. by My Chemical Romance.

Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! at the Disco.

What I’ve Done by Linkin Park.

Helena by My Chemical Romance.

Bury A Friend by Billie Eilish.

I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance.

Breaking The Habit by Linkin Park.

Dead! by My Chemical Romance.

I Wish You Didn’t Love Me by Jake Miller.

Affiliations: TBD.

Gen’ya Hiei Hikari | AMAB Demi-Boy | 17 | Apresexual Demiromantic | Ambi | Trust/Truth - Lie Detection / Mentions; Levardis (elder Truth holder)

--

Gen’ya had found himself sitting in bed, scrolling on his phone looking at sheet music his friend Jass had sent him. Truth be told, she’d sent it at about 10 AM, but he hadn’t woken up until 1 PM after having passed out at what was probably around 3 AM, while scrolling on a random social media platform for literal hours. He wasn’t sure. Regardless, he was looking at the sheet music now for whatever new song idea or cover idea she had for the ‘band’ to do. Frankly, it was less of a band and more of a friend group that just chilled at each other’s houses that all happened to play instruments so why not. The chilling tended to be more of crashing at Jass’ house since her parents were awesome.

--

But they weren’t really concerned about thinking about that. Nor were they really focused on the sheet music they were scrolling through. They kept catching their reflection on the screen of their phone. A very distracting thing. Not because they were good looking, most definitely not because of that. Quite the opposite, in all honesty. They looked terrible. Just downright vile. They hated it, it kept sending them waves of nausea.

--

The self-loathing and semi focus he had been indulging in was interrupted though. Luckily, instead of his father this time, it was by someone else.

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“Excuse me?”

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It wasn’t their father this time… It was someone else… Someone else? Gen’ya looked up, allowing their phone to drop to their lap. The person looked masculine, with casual business attire. Nothing like a suit, but a button up and some black pants, the most odd thing was the tennis shoes. They didn’t stare though, doing a once over before looking into the white eyes of the man. “Can I help you..?”

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The man smiled, and nodded. “As it turns out, actually, you can. I’m aware this is strange, and I assure you, I didn’t break into your house.”

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Gen’ya blinked at him, “Good to know, I guess… What can I help you with, Mr… Uhm…”

--

The smile disappeared for a moment, eyes widening, “Oh, my apologies! I didn’t even introduce myself, slipped my mind while I was planning what all I have that needs to be said in my limited time. Please, call me Levardis. I am the current Truth holder for the eight protectors of Earth. You, Gen’ya, are my chosen successor.”

--

He blinked, he glanced around as if there were some other Gen’ya in the room, and then looked back at Levardis. “..Me? May I ask why? Don’t misunderstand, I will accept the, er, honor..? If you believe I’m the correct fit, but surely there are more capable people out there?”

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Levardis smiled softly, nodding slowly. “Because you remind me of myself from another time, in a way, mostly good ones. Also because you have a calm and responsible head upon your shoulders, but you lack the arrogance and narcissism that I had when I was chosen. Back then, I had caused a few fights between the team due to it. I hope that you won’t make those same mistakes. And while I too am sure there may be better options out there, I did not find them within the time limit I had. You are the best of the candidates which I came across, and thus you’ve been chosen.”

--

Gen’ya nodded slowly, taking in the information. “So… How do you transfer the title?”

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A hand was outstretched towards them, a smile upon Levardis’ face. “You shake my hand. I do warn you, you will never be capable of telling a lie after it’s transferred and the first of my abilities you shall receive is the ability to tell when someone is lying.”

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He stared at the hand, processing the words before even lifting his own at all. Slowly, he took the hand, shaking it somewhat firmly. As he did so, white lines shot from Levardis to him. He watched them closely before looking back to Levardis letting go of his hand.

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“Thank you for your understanding, Gen’ya. Before I leave, I must say that there will be another visitor. That will be your future leader, and the holder of Time. He will take you to where you will be staying for quite some time, hard to say exactly how long. So if you have any goodbyes you need to make, make them. And do remember to pack, Gen’ya, it’s quite important.”

--

And with those words, Levardis was gone. Blinking, and temporarily confused as to whether any of that actually happened… They paused, looking around their room before humming in thought as they stood up to start packing. They would know when someone else came, they supposed. Best to act as if it were true though, they hoped it was. Any excuse to leave this house was a good one. Especially if it helped people in the process.

*~*~*~*

Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo | Male | 16 | Demisexual | Ambi | Emotional/Healing - Heal Physical Wounds | Mentions; Salvia (elder Healing holder)

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As he usually spent his Saturdays, Gorōta was reading a medical textbook a friend had given him in the living room of said friend. Two, as Gorōta knew him, was the kindest of his friends if he were being honest. But regardless of that, the medical textbook was insanely interesting and as long as he got back home by 10 PM tonight then he could convince a sober pair of parents to maybe let him stay over here tomorrow night. Which would be great.

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At the time being, Two wasn’t at home. It was just him, since all of his friends were off doing something that really did kind of require two eyes instead of just one. Which was honestly fine, since it meant it was easier to focus on the book.

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A knock at the door put an end to that though, and he looked up, over to it. Two hadn’t been expecting any visitors, but he couldn’t really leave whoever it was, waiting for an answer either… He really didn’t want to open the door… He still stood up, closing the book and picking it up with both hands, holding it tightly, and walked over to the door.

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After a few seconds of standing there, psyching himself up, he gently, anxiously said, “W-Who is it…?”

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A chipper voice on the other side immediately responded, “Salvia! I’m here to speak to a Gorōta? I was told I could find him here?”

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Gorōta? Wasn’t that him? He paused, and then slowly opened the door, clutching the medical textbook as if it were a weapon that could possibly protect him. “Y-Yes…? That’s uh, that’s me…”

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The woman on the other side was a bit shorter than him, no more than a few inches though. With bright blue eyes staring back at him, slightly widening at the book which he immediately lowered, and brown curly hair reaching her shoulders. Her hands rose in a placating gesture, he relaxed a bit and stepped back. “As I said, my name is Salvia. I’m not here to hurt you or sell you anything. I’m here because I need to talk to you, explain a few things, and give you something.”

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Gorōta took a breath, and nodded, gesturing for her to come in and sit down. He, himself, sat down in one of the recliners that Two had in the living room, setting down the medical textbook.

--

Salvia took a seat on the couch, smiling gently at him, and then spoke. “I come as a protector of Earth, one of eight. Each of the eight hold a special ability, and a special place on the team, holding something that the team cannot go without. My place is especially vital, especially in the beginning. My place is as the Healing holder, practically the medic and therapist of the team. And I came here in order to make you my successor. I’ve seen you and see you as a good fit for the role.” She gestured to the book, grinning softly, “I mean, you were seriously going to attack me with a medical textbook. I choose you though, because you are kind, thoughtful, and stubborn enough to get things done. Because I’m certain that you’ll be able to keep your group from death. Because you know what it’s like to be in a dangerous situation, and already know the basics of first aid. Not to even mention how much you obviously love to help people! Regardless of the many reasons though, I’ve chosen you to be my successor. And as consent is extremely important in the medical world… Do you accept this role?”

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Gorōta stared at her, biting his lip and thinking. Truth be told, he was still rather confused but… Well, he was being given a way to help people. And she was right about him loving to do that. So he nodded, slow but steady. Certain, for once in his life.

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She beamed in response, seeming more confident than she had before, “That’s great! Alright. In order for me to transfer my abilities to you, or at least the starting one, I do have to initiate physical contact. Afterwards, you will be able to heal physical wounds but also be easily affected by others’ emotions. Do you understand and do I have permission to transfer it to you?”

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Gorōta thought for a second, and then immediately held out his hand. “S-Small price to pay to h-help people…” Despite the stuttering and anxiety in his voice, the tone was firm, he couldn’t remember a time where he felt this sure of himself.

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She took his hand, and a dark pink flowed through her hand into his veins for a few seconds before it stopped and she withdrew her hand. “With that done, I can now tell you that your future leader, the new holder of Time, will come to collect you and take you somewhere else at some point. If you can, pack a bag and say goodbye to those you wish to say it to. You’ll see them again eventually but not for a good bit of time. Do have a good day, child, I have to leave now though.”

--

And Gorōta watched as Salvia stood back up, went to the door, opened it, turned back to him and waved goodbye with a smile before leaving. She even made sure to close it on her way out. He smiled softly, and then stood up. He was definitely lucky to be in Two’s home right now, his friend kept clothing and things that fit him. He’d be able to pack without going home and risking an interaction with parents that weren’t in the right state of mind…

*~*~*~*

Gwyar ‘Aries’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 17 | Demisexual | Ambi | Physical - Weapon Knowledge | Mentions; Wiro (elder Physical holder)

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Gwyar was at an old park, rundown and overgrown with nature, sitting on what had to be the only bench that wasn’t. He was sporting a few new wounds, none worse than those he’s dealt with before, so he wasn’t truly worried about them. Jay was waiting on him to get back, he’d meant to already be there, but the fight had left him too on edge to go back just yet. He didn’t want to go back and risk Jakob getting hurt. A very real possibility that Gwyar had forgotten about once, and now he was down a friend. But regardless, he wasn’t making that mistake again. Ever. So he had come to the park, sitting on the bench to hopefully rest a bit before heading back. Nature usually helped calm him enough, after all.

--

Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be happening, as a gruff voice spoke up behind him. “Hey kid, how are you?”

--

Only Gwyar didn’t hear all the words by the time he was turning and throwing a punch, easily drifting into a standing, slightly defensive stance. His fist connected with something that definitely wasn’t flesh that was covering the person like a small shelter room. Inside what was basically an overgrown shield, the person raised their hands in pseudo surrender, and he slowly withdrew his fist, staying in the stance.

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“Yeah, probably wasn’t the best choice for me to sneak up on you, huh? Definitely deserved that, my punch actually landed on my predecessor! Karma’s a piece of sh… Anyways! Forgive me, Karma, you know I totally don’t mean that. You’re nice sometimes.”

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Gwyar stared at them, trying to piece together who this was… Mentioning karma as if a person though… “Are you a god…? If so, sorry about trying to punch you… Also just sorry about that regardless though, uhm…”

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The person laughed, a hearty chuckle, and shook their head. “No, no… I’m technically not a god, you are close in a way though, since I do have what’s basically and literally magic. Which is cool. Either way, my name’s Wiro and you, kid, are going to be my successor! I hold what’s basically the War aspect for the 8 protectors of Earth. But instead of the title being War, which would’ve been cool, the title is Physical. Which is dumb but whatever.”

--

He stared at them suspiciously, watching with what was probably an intense look. “Can I ask some questions or is this the kind of mystical passing where I don’t get any answers regardless of whether or not I ask them…?”

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Wiro shrugged, “Depends on the question, I guess. I definitely don’t know everything, and I kind of forgot what all Fher told me to tell you. Uhm… I think I’m supposed to transfer a starting ability to you, explain why I chose you out of everyone, and tell you about your team leader… Something like that, probably. We’ll go over the explanation first, then give you the ability, and then I’ll tell you about the new Time holder. That sound good? Will that answer everything for you?”

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Gwyar thought for a moment, and then shrugged slowly. “Probably..? Does basically cover what I was wanting to ask, other than if you were real but… I think I’ll just say you are for now…”

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Wiro snickered and nodded, “Great, great. Thank you, kid. Alright, uhm… Well, I chose you because you definitely know how to fight a good bit already, which is always a necessity with Physical holders. We’re the main protector, the main fighter. We get to bonk the most enemies, you know? Uh, also because you’re motivated to help and protect the ones you care about, which is also pretty important. Basically, I think you’re the best fit to protect your team. I mean, your loyalty is supreme. Which is awesome for this. As for ability? Well, technically, there’s two I could give you to start out with. If I could give you both, I would, but I can’t. So… You want to be able to know how to use any weapon you touch or make magical shields?”

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Gwyar paused, thinking about the question. “..I guess weapons. If I, as you said, bonk the enemies quick enough and well enough then a shield isn’t really necessary… Though, maybe the shield because you mentioned a team and being able to protect them using a shield may be better… Hm… Which one do you think?”

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Wiro grinned and shrugged, “I guess I’ll go ahead and give you weapon knowledge, you’ll probably learn the shield before anyone is in any real danger anyways. Besides, the logic is flawless there, so yeah.” Wiro patted his shoulder, clasping said shoulder in an almost comforting manner. Blood orange spiked through the palm onto his shoulder and all the way to his neck.

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Stepping back when the spiking color stopped, Wiro smiled at him. “There you go, kid! Enjoy the new magic powers, haha. As for that new Time hold and your leader… Whoever that is will come pick you up in a bit, take you somewhere else where you can learn to better use the magic and whatnot. So, uh, pack up and say bye to whoever you’ve got to say goodbye to. You’ll see them again at some point, you’ll probably be allowed to visit regularly even… I can’t remember if I got to, but yeah. Either way, you aren’t leaving for good, so pack up and say temporary goodbyes.”

--

Gwyar stood there, Wiro gave a short wave and disappeared from view. He stayed standing there for a moment… Jakob definitely wouldn’t like him leaving… He started on his way back to the house of his guardians, he didn’t have any clothes at Jakobs’ and the Jambiya dagger, not to mention his own daggers, were both at his guardians’ house.

*~*~*~*

Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland | Male | 18 | Gay | Ambi | Space - Alter Gravity | Mentions; Tevel (elder Space holder)

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Saturday afternoons… Were just as busy as literally every other day of the week. The only difference was that by Saturday, he was starting to experience microsleep. And this week was no different, despite the fact that he normally ended up passed out on Wednesday and this week he’d lasted until Thursday so he shouldn’t be this tired just yet given that it’d been less time than usual since the last time he slept. And sure, the sleep had been the restless, non-refreshing sleep that made you feel worse than you did when you fell asleep but- Well. Did it matter? No, because he was still at work and needed to finish these reports before he could get back to either his online highschool classes or his online college classes. Yes, he was ahead in all three but he also had a mother who happened to run the company at which he worked who he was pretty sure hated him. So, any excuse to not deal with her in person that wouldn’t be met with harsh words or glares was about as much of a win as he’d ever get at this point.

--

Even still, the harsh bluelight from the screen he was staring at, typing on, reading over periodically was starting to get a lot more blurry than normal, and his eyelids felt far too heavy to keep open. So, he reached over to where his coffee cup was, grabbing it and lifting it to realize the cup was empty. When had he finished it? Probably unimportant, he just needed to make more. He was certainly lucky that his office had a coffee machine in it.

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Pushing himself up, taking a quick moment to reorganize his thoughts and balance, he grabbed the empty coffee cup and began his walk to the coffee machine. He felt slow, but no slower than he normally felt at this point, so he paid it no mind. He really couldn’t spare the energy required to do so anyways. Revan grabbed the coffee pot, lukewarm black coffee sloshing in it, and just took a sip from it. Wasting coffee wasn’t exactly something he was keen on doing and though the taste was terrible, it definitely woke him up enough to convince him to continue drinking from it. Not the healthiest choice, perhaps, but it wasn’t the first time either. Honestly, he was starting to understand Katalyn- Er, his assistant's concern. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, rubbing at the heavy bags that had to be there under them. Opening them again ended up blinding him for a moment, the harsh white lights he always had at the brightest setting shining into them.

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He blinked furiously, shaking his head and drinking whatever else was in the pot before setting it down to make some more coffee. Yes, this would be his… Fifth? Sixth? Pot of coffee today but, well, staying awake was a necessity. So, he went through the process of making another pot, noticing about halfway through waiting for the pot to be finished, someone in his peripheral vision. And then about a few seconds later, he was actually reacting to them and turning quickly, his back immediately straightening as the previous grimace was replaced with a grin upon his features. “Can I help you, sir?”

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The man stood still for a moment and then laughed, doing so for a bit before biting his lip and raising his hands. “My apologies, I just- I was standing there for like, five minutes waiting for you to see me and- That was amazing! Man, you are really out of it, huh? Anyways! I’m Tevel, and the current Space holder for the 8 protectors of Earth! You, Revan, are going to be my successor!”

--

The coffee machine made a sound letting him know it was done, he blinked at the strange man in his private office, reached over to the pot, grabbed it, and immediately took a long sip from it before answering, ignoring how he most likely just burnt his tongue and throat in favor of making sure he stayed awake. “Hm… No. I’m my mother’s successor for this company, not some, uh… Whatever what you said is, sir. Thank you for the offer but, I have a life here that I don’t intend to leave anytime soon.”

--

Tevel, who Revan was seriously starting to think was caused by some form of sleep deprivation psychosis, blinked at him as if confused by his refusal. And then he was right in front of him, a few seconds later Revan stepped back. His reflexes truly were terrible right now, weren’t they? Tevel didn’t seem to really mind, as he spoke. “Isn’t your mother looking for someone else to take over the company instead of you though? Besides, not really a choice, Revan. You’re my best option for a Space holder with the qualities I’m looking for that I was able to find within the time I was given. I have to give it to someone today, and that’s going to be you. Alright?”

--

Revan blinked for a moment, deciding to humor the likely hallucination. “Sure, Mr. Tevel. I suppose that’s the logical conclusion to come to, yes? You waited until your deadline and had to go with me as the best candidate. I will surely keep that lesson in mind in relation to everything which I do. Don’t wait until the deadline to decide things, grand lesson.”

--

Tevel stared at him, “I’m going to act like that wasn’t sarcasm because I seriously cannot tell if it was or not. Anyways! I chose you because based on who Fher chose to be your leader, the Time holder, you seem like you could be a fine second in command as the Space holder tends to be. Your academic skills are also a large reason, calculations are extremely important for Space holders. Uhm… Also because, you aren’t like me, and I hadn’t been the best teammate so… I’m hopeful that you will be, because you’re a bit different from me! You’re a lot less of a mediator compared to me, a lot less of someone that’ll wait to make decisions which will be helpful… Hopefully… Anyways, uhm, now that I told you that, now I get to give you a starting ability- You want altering gravity or levitation?”

--

Revan took the information in as he walked back to his desk holding the pot, periodically taking a sip from it. “Hm, altering gravity. That sounds most helpful. Levitating seems like it could technically be part of that anyways so the general one is perhaps the better choice.” He sat down, beginning to read the last paragraph he’d written for the report he was doing.

--

Tevel was standing beside him, nodding. “I guess that makes sense. Man, you can still think pretty well for someone that hasn’t slept in like, 60 hours. Altering gravity it is!” And a hand was placed on his back, staying there for a few seconds before it was pulled away, a distinct realization that Tevel probably wasn’t a hallucination staying in its place. “With that done now, uhm… Your leader, the new Time holder, will come to collect you and take you somewhere else at some point today so I’d suggest leaving, packing, and saying goodbye to Katalyn. She’s really nice, by the way! Why don’t you ever take her up on those offers to do movie night with her and her friends?”

--

Revan stared at him, “Uhm, two questions. One, did Katalyn let you in here? Two, I’m supposed to put in a two week notice and this is not going to be a two week notice. Also, I still have work to do here.”

--

Tevel bit his lip, eyes darting around the room as if looking for an answer to the questions before he gave a grin, “Well! Katalyn did let me in, she’s great. Very nice. As for the two weeks, uhm… Don’t miss deadlines, other people suffer for it! Haha! Maybe you can work online from the place? Anyways, uh, bye- I’m off to retirement now!”

--

And the man disappeared, leaving silver particles in his wake. Revan rubbed his temple to dispel the migraine beginning to form, he really needed to pick up more Tylenol and lower the lights… He took a long sip from the coffee pot, that would do for now. He probably did need to deal with all of that… He looked at the screen, and then grabbed a flash drive. He’d download everything onto his personal laptop and phone, tell his mother he had to go somewhere and would be working from there online, and then head to the store to grab some stuff as a way to… Pack. Sure. He had a suitcase or two in here from business trips he had to go to last summer that he had neglected to take home somewhere. Those would surely work.

Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo | Male | 16 | Demisexual | Ambi | Emotional/Healing - Heal Physical Wounds | Mentions; Horatio, Nico(Ind).

--

Gorōta ended up packing enough clothing for about a week and a half, hopeful that wherever he was going to have to go would at least have a laundry room, by the time he truly started to understand what he’d gotten himself into. Sufficient to say, he ended up calling Two after that in a slight panic to say goodbye, and that kind of heightened into severe panic after the call where he could barely breathe or see and dear stars why couldn’t he see- When he finally calmed down enough to know that he hadn’t lost nor was he in the process of losing another eye, he had to change the patch covering up the empty socket out for a new one due to the crying that had taken place. Which had him packing some extra patches too, just in case.

--

He also ended up packing the medical textbooks he had at Two’s house. By the time that was done though, the next visitor wasn’t there yet. So he began pacing, thinking about what happened, what it meant, why it happened. Questions he wanted to ask, things he needed to try and notice.

--

Especially things he needed to notice or ask. If he was truly supposed to be the medic and therapist of the group, or team, he needed to start as soon as possible at being able to see signs of, well- Anything and everything. So he started a mental list of what all he needed to look for. Physical things he could perhaps see, easier to take in and check for immediately, was anything significant about weight. Or maybe hair? Thin hair, specifically… The sound of their voices… Hands, if he shook them. Maybe the way they dressed… But all of that was more finicky. Behavior was the biggest thing, especially for any primarily mental problems he needed to look out for. Just in case.

--

But behavior could also be finicky. Certain experiences could block out or suppress different signs or symptoms and frankly? There were a lot of variables. It was also possible that no one had any symptoms either, though the fact that therapist was part of the job description… Gorōta was fairly certain that even if they didn’t have any symptoms at the start, they would be there eventually. He really wished he would’ve asked Salvia more questions but… Well, he probably would’ve given the same answer regardless in the long run, the ability to help people was just something he wouldn’t have been able to give up based on some random, hypothetical answers.

--

A knock at the door broke him from his thoughts, paralyzing him temporarily with the usual anxiety that came with the idea of interacting with people. But he steeled himself, it was probably whoever that Time holder was supposed to be. The future leader of the group that he’d be the medic for. He hoped he was a good fit… He walked over to the door, bags in hand, and opened it.

--

Instead of just the one person he’d been expecting, there were two. The one in the front seemed about the same height as him, slightly taller due to him slouching. He shifted uncomfortably. The other was definitely shorter, by quite a bit actually. The front one had tan skin with brown eyes framed by square glasses and black hair. The other had pale skin and freckles, light green eyes and shoulder length black hair that had a slight wave to it.

--

He bit his lip, but couldn’t really stop the small smile on his features. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or if one of the other two were, Salvia had said that he’d be easily affected by others’ emotions now, after all. Regardless, he opened the door the rest of the way, and spoke. “..H-Hello there…”

*~*~*~*

Gen’ya Hiei Hikari | AMAB Demi-Boy | 17 | Apresexual Demiromantic | Ambi | Trust/Truth - Lie Detection / Mentions; Horatio, Nico, Gorōta.

--

Gen’ya had managed to pack up about a week’s worth of clothes, all of their favorites. This, of course, including their jewelry boxes that contained all the jewelry they had collected over the years either from friends or that they’d bought themself and the makeup that they had too after doing a quick wing with mascara. The small scale they had hidden under their bed went into that bag too. They’d also put in the small athame that their grandmother had given them years ago. The blade was apparently made out of the same ruby that the blood red crescent moon choker pendant she’d given them had been made out of. The one that was on the black lace choker they wore now. The handle of the blade was made from a white ash tree which had been painted black, the hilt having yet another ruby impeded that looked much like a harvest moon.

--

Honestly? The athame was just about his favorite gift from his grandmother before she died. He had always liked the stories she told about rituals she’d done under blood red moons with it back in her youth. The stories she told of magic and hope. He supposed she hadn’t lied when she said magic was real… He doubted it was the exact same but… Well, he almost felt closer to her in the newfound magic.

--

The last thing they grabbed to pack was their guitar, headphones, and poetry books. The headphones and poetry books ended up fitting in one bag, which meant they’d have two bags and their guitar case. They sat on their bed, texting the group chat that contained the kind of band. ‘Hello friends, something important has come up. I’m leaving, no clue how long, I’ll try not to miss gigs we have but I cannot promise I won’t miss any.’

--

Jass’s response came practically immediately, ‘Chill out, dork. Do what you gotta do, we’ll be here waiting.’

--

He blinked at the phone, and smiled softly, watching as the others sent various agreements, and then sent a thumbs-up into the chat himself. Gen’ya pocketed his phone into his black hoodie, and then stepped out of his room with all his bags and guitar in its case. Luckily enough, his father worked on Saturdays. So Gen’ya didn’t have to worry too much about interacting with him. The living room still had the stench of vomit and alcohol, something he had to try and not take too much notice on. The smell was nauseating for him, he wasn’t sure if it was worse or better for others that didn’t know the stench as well as he did. He hoped better, no one should be forced to deal with such things.

--

They stood leaning against the wall by the door, unsure of where the Time holder that was to be the leader would arrive at. Or when, for that matter. So instead of doing nothing while waiting, they pulled back out their phone to look at the sheet music again. Instead of mindlessly scanning the notes like they had been doing earlier though, they went through the chords and hummed out what it’d sound like as they looked over the music, tapping their foot to what the metronome was apparently going to be.

--

The overall vibe to his part was some mix of punk, metal, pop, and rock. Frankly, it was a very energetic song. He wondered what the lyrics would be, and who would be the one to sing them. Probably Jass, maybe Achlys. Or maybe Atlas. Jass was perhaps most probable though, given the combination of punk, rock, metal, and pop.

--

Someone knocked on the door. They pocketed their phone again and pushed off the wall, grabbing the bags and guitar case from where they’d placed them, turning to the door and opening it. Behind it were three people. All but one being taller than them. The one that was close enough to knock, and the one with the best posture, wore glasses with brown eyes and black hair, tan skin. And was definitely taller than them. He looked fairly calm, which was comforting. Probably the Time holder, the vibe seemed right.

--

Out of the other two, the one that somehow managed to seem extremely excited, hopeful, had pale skin and green eyes, black shoulder length hair that waved at him in some areas. The only one shorter than him, and even then- It was a minimal difference. The last one seemed a lot more anxious, but still slightly excited and hopeful. Light skin with short black hair and an eyepatch covering one eye. The visible one was gray, he resolved to not ask about the patch. He smiled, looked at the one that had knocked. “I take it that you are the Time holder? I’m Gen’ya, it’s a, well it’s strange, but a pleasure nonetheless to meet you.”

--

They looked at the other two, “All of you. I was under the guise that only the Time holder would be here though I suppose it does make sense that others would be met or rounded up before myself given I’m supposed to be the Truth holder now and would thus likely be more willing to go with you.”

*~*~*~*

Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland | Male | 18 | Gay | Ambi | Space - Alter Gravity | Mentions; Horatio, Nico(Ind), Gen’ya(Ind), Gorōta(Ind).

--

The phone call with his mother went about as well as anyone that had ever seen the two interact at all would’ve expected. Horribly. It had started out fine, the necessary hellos and pretending that they weren’t sure who the other was. It had fallen apart quickly after that, telling her that he had to leave. She had interrupted him and told him the two week notice policy. He kindly told her, meaning he somehow managed not to snap, that he wouldn’t be leaving the company, just locations. That he would continue all of his work online. Her response had been to harp on him about meetings. He’d responded he could do those online or have Katalyn take his place and tell him the occurrences later. She started complaining about responsibility, his classes, how they were supposed to have family dinners at least once a week, and just about him in general. He snapped, said that he could keep up with his classes anywhere, that he was technically an adult and was plenty responsible, and that it didn’t really count as family dinner as there were only two of them. She’d responded with a ‘And who’s fault is that?’

--

He hung up on her after that, ignoring the biting cold settled in the pit of his stomach. Overall, mission accomplished. She knew he was going away and would continue working simply online instead, and he knew that she wouldn’t fire him. Regardless of how much she hated him.

--

Following the call, as planned, he found the two suitcases he had, packed up his laptop into one, and then left the office to go to the store. Of course, he was no idiot, and made sure to down another cup of coffee before departing by getting an Uber to the store. Driving without having slept in as long as he had was a bit too dangerous for him to trust. Thankfully, the driver seemed to realize he wasn’t going to be much of a conversation so the ride was silent, spent on his phone to finish whatever work he could do on his phone. Such as messaging Katalyn to let her know that something came up and he’d be working remotely, and not in the office for a time he didn’t know.

--

The store ended up having a mini café in it, so he got two more cups of coffee, whichever two had the most caffeine in them. Finding clothing to bring to wear was easy enough, so he took the time to find a good coffee machine, grab plenty of instant coffee packet boxes, a few bottles of Tylenol, and a few large ground coffee bags. Best to be prepared rather than not. On that thought, he also grabbed another laptop and a few flash drives. Not to mention the necessities such as soap, shampoo, a comb, a razor or two, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and the likes.

--

The perk of working what was definitely overtime constantly for a large company run by his mother, was that he had money to spend. The perk of not having friends and practically never leaving the office, was that he saved his money quite a bit better than others.

--

By the time he got back to the office where he had left the suitcases, he’d finished both cups of coffee. So after packing up the new coffee machine, laptop, phone and laptop chargers, flash drives, the bottles of Tylenol(one of which he’d opened and taken out two tablets from), instant coffee packets, and ground coffee bags into the suitcase that held his first laptop… He used the coffee machine and ground coffee he had in the private office to go ahead and make another pot. After drinking another cup of coffee and taking the two tablets of Tylenol, he packed up the newly bought clothing, and other necessities not packed into the first one, into the second suitcase. It was about enough for two weeks, and he doubted that the place wouldn’t have someplace to do laundry.

--

Just as he closed the second suitcase and poured the remaining coffee pot’s contents into a cup, there was a knock at the door to his office.

--

Without wasting time, he pulled the two suitcases to the door, retrieved the cup of coffee from where he had set it down on his desk, suppressed a yawn, and opened the door. The sight that greeted him was not a singular person but instead four people. Half of which were taller than him even with the 4-inch heels he was currently wearing. Truly, he needed to move up in heel height. There were 8 inch heels in plenty of stores now, after all.

--

Regardless, he paid the ones too far from the door to have knocked any mind. The one closest to the door, with black hair and brown eyes framed by square glasses sitting on tan skin was who he looked towards. He put out the hand that wasn’t holding his coffee for a handshake, his eyes level and strategically cold, voice just the same as he spoke. “Rowland. Does the site we are heading to have service or WiFi? If need be I can provide a router or hotspot myself, I simply need to know so that I may continue my occupational responsibilities.”

*~*~*~*

Gwyar ‘Aries’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 17 | Demisexual | Ambi | Physical - Weapon Knowledge | Mentions; Horatio, Nico, Revan, Gen’ya, Gorōta.

--

Gwyar had managed to sneak back into the house of his guardians and take the Jambiya dagger out from the case they’d put her in, incorrectly nonetheless, and get back up into the room they’d given him. Packing was considerably easy after that. He packed up his history and mythology books, clothes for about half a week, and his two Gladius daggers all into one bag. There wasn’t much for him to be taking, after all.

--

The Jambiya dagger went onto his belt, and he took the bag with him as he snuck out of his room and then out the house. He started on his way to Jakob’s house, still unsure of whether or not to tell him. Jay deserved to know, but… Well, he’d be hurt if Gwyar told him.

--

He ended up drifting off the path to Jakob’s house at some point, and decided that might’ve been a hand from the universe telling him not to tell Jakob. He hated the idea, he also hated the idea of telling him though. So he listened to the hand, and wandered around for a while until deciding to stop at the same rundown park he’d been at for the first visitor. Probably best, so that they didn’t have to look for him… Right…?

--

So he went and backtracked to the isolated park, and sat at one of the old tables that were there. He tapped his foot, trying to enjoy nature as a way to calm nerves about leaving. The area was desolate though, and the silence was starting to seem a lot less beneficial compared to earlier.

--

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long to see a group of people seemingly just appear out of nowhere. He waved at them, deciding to assume that they were five of the other seven people that were supposed to be part of the group. Honestly, he was pretty glad he wasn’t the first and that he’d been able to actually see them coming.

--

Instead of making the group walk all the way over to him, he stood and picked up his bag, making his way over. “Is one of you the one I was told about or…? Sorry if you aren’t, but you all kind of just appeared out of nowhere. Uhm, I’m Aries.”

--

One of the people scoffed and scowled, taking a sip from a coffee cup, looking at their phone. That one was quite a bit shorter than him, despite wearing heels. Then again, all of the five were a bit shorter than him. Which made sense, he was very tall. Out of the five though, two of them gave off enough of an authoritative vibe for him to consider perhaps being the Time holder leader guy. The one in heels, and the one that seemed closest to him in height with black hair and brown eyes framed with square glasses. Given that the one in heels had scoffed at him without looking up though… Gwyar directed his attention to the taller of the two options he’d come up with.

Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo | Male | 16 | Demisexual | Ambi | Emotional/Healing - Heal Physical Wounds | Mentions; Horatio, Nico.

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“Hello, Gorōta. My name is Horatio, I’m the time holder you were told about. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you ready to go?”

--

Taking a glance at the two again, and then around him as if the answer would be there somewhere. Finally, he just shrugged with a small, “I-I guess…? I-I thi-think I have, uh- Have every-erything… It-It’s uh… Good to m-meet you too, uhm…”

--

He glanced around again, looked behind the two of them before looking at the two in front of him again. “How, uh… How are we le-leaving…? D-Did y-you both wa-walk here? How long was the walk? Do either of you need something to drink? Th-This tech-technically isn’t my hou-house but uh, T-Two has water, I can uh- I can go grab a water bottle for both of you real quick?”

*~*~*~*

Gen’ya Hiei Hikari | AMAB Demi-Boy | 17 | Apresexual Demiromantic | Ambi | Trust/Truth - Lie Detection / Mentions; Horatio, Nico, Gorōta.

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“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Gen’ya. I am, indeed, the time holder. My name is Horatio. And, yes, your thoughts are correct.”

--

“‘Sup, I’m Nico. Sound holder.”

--

Gen’ya couldn’t keep the small “Nice.” from leaving his mouth in response, nodding slightly. Almost immediately, he bit his lip. He certainly hadn’t meant to say that, well- There went his calm, cool, and collected brand he had spent so long building up! He doubted it’d be as bad as he once thought it’d be. Besides, what were the chances this one singular event would completely ruin him? The sigh Horatio gave, perhaps in response to Nico, made him wonder if he shouldn’t have assumed it wouldn’t so quickly.

--

“Ready?”

--

They looked at Horatio, and then stepped into the space that was open. “Definitely, the only thing I’ve been this ready for was my English class during the poetry unit.” Leaning towards Nico, for in case the other had been affected negatively by the sighing, they decided to further what they had said. In what was hopefully understood, poetry. “There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.”

*~*~*~*

Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland | Male | 18 | Gay | Ambi | Space - Alter Gravity | Mentions; Horatio, Nico(Ind), Gen’ya(Ind), Gorōta(Ind).

--

Revan watched as the apparent Time holder seemed surprised, and heard a scoff(and a responding muffled snicker) in the background which he somehow suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at. Instead, he took a sip from his coffee cup, blinked, and waited for the one in front of him to answer. Only, when that finally happened, his hand was ignored. Which, it wasn’t the first time, his mother never shook his hand for anything and some business people that believed he was too young to know anything didn’t but… Well, it didn’t really matter. He allowed his hand to drop to his side without any hesitation, a way to show how little it had mattered in the business world. He wondered if any of them knew of that very specific art. The language of business.

--

“Horatio Caeso. Pleasure to meet you. Yes, our base has WiFI, you will also be provided with necessary items such as food, water, and washing and drying for clothes. If you need anything else, I’m sure we can provide that too, just ask. You’re ready to go, correct?”

--

Revan took only a few seconds to truly process all the words, the voice a bit too… Formally casual for his brain to truly want to take it in, his mind threatening to drift. He took another sip of his coffee in an attempt to make sure he stayed awake before answering. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Caeso. I don’t think I’ll require much else but thank you for the thought, I suppose.”

--

He grabbed the suitcases with his free hand behind him, taking a singular glance at the private office behind him, the harsh light compared to the lower lights in the hallway that his eyes had adjusted to temporarily blinding him as he glanced in. He looked back at Horatio, er- Mr. Caeso, and nodded curtly. “Yes, I believe I’m ready. My mo- employer knows I will be working online now, my assistant will take care of meetings or I’ll attend online… Yes, all of my business is taken care of here.”

--

He finally glanced at the other three present, easily finding the two that had made the noise. The only two that would’ve been around his height if he didn’t wear heels. A green-eyed blonde, and a black hair-black eyed emo. Great, perhaps he should start dying his hair brown instead of bleaching it blonde, and there was certainly no chance he was ever going back to black. Though, that one had never been a possibility. The other was biting their lip, had on an eyepatch, and seemed more anxious than anything. This was going to be great, simply wonderful. No chance he was going to get close to them, two would die of recklessness and the other would die if someone they cared about even looked at them wrong, it seemed. Best to not get attached to any then, perhaps.

--

Revan looked back at Mr. Caeso, carefully meeting his eyes. He seemed a bit more reasonable, and calmer. Even worse of a person to get close or attached to. There weren’t many ways for someone like that to die, after all…

*~*~*~*

Gwyar ‘Aries’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 17 | Demisexual | Ambi | Physical - Weapon Knowledge | Mentions; Horatio, Nico, Revan, Gen’ya, Gorōta.

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“Yes, I would be the one you were told about. My name is Horatio, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Aries. If you’re ready to go, we’ve got two more people to pick up. So?”

--

Aries shook the hand that was outstretched to him, careful with his nails to not accidentally cause any injury to Horatio. He was definitely glad he hadn’t guessed wrong in who the time holder was, glad that the one with circular glasses that had scoffed wasn’t who the time holder was. “Good to meet you too, Horatio. And uh, yeah. Let’s go get those other two people, I’m totally ready to get going.”

--

Someone in the background, a short emo apparently, cleared their throat awkwardly a bit, muttering something under their breath that Aries couldn’t hear. Not that he was really trying to anyways, he was a bit too preoccupied with wondering if he was making the right decision. If he should've said no so that he could go to Jakob, apologize a hundred times over, explain everything that had happened, and promise he’d be back as soon as possible… But there were still two people left and Aries didn’t want to slow them down and, well… He could deal with not getting to say anything to Jakob in person, he could send him a text later. When the group had time.

--

Or he could call Jakob when the group wasn’t busy and all… Wasn’t like he had to not tell Jakob at all, he just had to wait for now. Totally. He’d find time, and if he didn’t then Jakob would be calling and texting him plenty later to remind him. He’d figure this out, he just had to make sure no one was waiting up on him longer than necessary for now.