Petrichor

/ By Lostax [+Watch]

Replies: 75 / 3 years 239 days 15 hours 22 minutes 30 seconds

Allowed Users

  1. [Allowed] Kikido
  2. [Allowed] Ignis
  3. [Allowed] Keriko
  4. [Allowed] Glitch
  5. [Allowed] Vilkacis
  6. [Allowed] Miss-Shion
  7. [Allowed] SupposedlyWitty


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You ever hear of the legend of the city of Atlantis? Watch those movies or shows about a city in the middle of the ocean. Well in the year 2035 we found it, though it might not quite fit the usual description. A massive towering city in the middle of the pacific. Situated on a chain of islands that, until that point for one reason or another, had yet to be discovered. Its towering spires a relic in themselves, left over from some ancient civilization. And with its discovery the human race got its hands on all the technology contained within. Advanced hydroponics, alloys, and generators, to name a few. Much of the city's technologies however were locked away, presumably accessible only by the city's previous inhabitants. Still, the insight gained was enough to slingshot the technology available to man leagues into the future.

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Today, in the year 2095, the city of Paragon is home to well over 20 million people. Life is relatively good for those living there. The quality of life being significantly higher than much of the rest of the world.

The city is divided into districts, with checkpoints along the borders. Generally most citizens are free to come and go between most districts, barring a few. The only exception is in security issues, where certain citizens can be not only barred from entrance to districts, as well as being flagged for detainment. Crossing districts without passing through the necessary checkpoint is illegal and will be met with an appropriate response. Access to the original city, and the natural landscape of the main island is severely restricted to those under certain clearance levels.

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But enough about the city itself. It's the people of the city that mostly make it what it is. What this story is about.

Paragon is a city of wonders and mysteries. From the seemingly impassable tunnels below the city, the impenetrable rooms in the alien section, to the origin of the city itself. It was one of these such mysteries that would serve as a catalyst that would change the city, and the world forever.

March 26, 2095 was as far as the city was concerned started like any other day. Some 4 thousand crimes were committed. Approximately 750 babies were born. An influential billionaire died, leaving a substantial gap in power, a financial dent in the city that would be felt for weeks to come. It was also earth hour day. Though for years to come it would be remembered for something else. That something else occurred at approximately 3:20 in the afternoon. Originating from deep within the metal base of the city what could only be described as a pulse passed throughout the city. Like a soundless sound-wave passing through the body, the entire city would experience this phenomena, and to a lesser extent the hemisphere surrounding the island. What followed for the majority of those that felt the pulse was a short bout of unconsciousness. At the least, it would last but a minute or two, and six or seven at most.

All over the world this pulse would be the subject of long standing debate and conjecture, and the ramifications of it would be felt years, with a great many fatalities, from accidents and malfunctions. Fortunately for the residents of Paragon, with much of the city's transportation being automated or on foot, casualties were low, and life returned to normal within the week.

However the city, would soon find that everything was not so normal.

That... pulse, that - thing. It changed things. Six weeks after, reports of people having abilities started cropping up, and just as quickly, they were snuffed out; buried under lies and propaganda. But some way or another you've seen it and as it stands, you too are one of these... Chosen few. To be granted with this gift, or curse. You quickly find that showing off means that you end up missing, and for now.

[center You need to keep your head down.]

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A skeleton for the peoples.

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People for the skeletons.

Username: Lostax
Character name: Typheus (Ty) Ingram Keene
Age: 17
Class: High
Fight or Flight: Flight
Powers or abilities: Pillar of Light.
Power short Description: Can manipulate and store photons for use in creating hard light constructs
Skills: Singing, Playing the Guitar. Schoolwork.
Personality: Ty's an attention hound, he's also a straight A student. Has to be. Rather altruistic, and tends to throw his family's money around when he's having fun.
Notes: Aspires to be a rockstar.

Username: Lostax
Character name: Anno Switchking
Age: 19
Class: Low
Fight or Flight: Fight
Powers or abilities: Lavablood
Power short Description: Anno's blood heats up, shifting into a molten lava. Can utilize this molten blood has both armor and an attack, as he can project it from his body in a pyroclastic explosion.
Skills: He actually can pick locks. Parkour, brawling. General thuggery.
Personality: Anno harbors a strong hatred for authority. Hates being told what to do, or rather, what he cannot do. Aside from that, he's always chasing the next ass; often only attending class to pick up classmates.
Notes: He's been held back twice because of his attendance.

Username: Vilkacis
Character name: Blythe
Age: 18
Class: Low
Fight or Flight: Flight
Power or abilities: Slime creation
Power short Description: By taking mass into her body, such as a piece of wood or even just a pencil, she can store it in her body to use to create a different object. However she can only create an object as long as she has equal mass stored in her body. When using her creation abilities her body takes on the look of slime, afterwards returning to normal.
Skills: Cat whisperer, Forgery, and Voice Impressions.
Personality: Extremely laid back, yet also terrified of almost everything. Prides self on being a "seductress".
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Username: Glitch
Character name:[Sedgwick+Ave+Display [size15 [+aqua nEon]]]
Age: 19
Class: Low
Fight or Flight: [Sedgwick+Ave+Display [+aqua FIGHT]]
Power or abilities: Shades of Black
Power short description: The ability to harness shadows and the innate power of darkness
Skills: Art, Graffiti in particular, Parkouring around town, slipping the police, inspiring his fellow street urchins. Keeping cool in hot situations.
Personality: determined to change the world around him. Always coming up with a quick solution in any given situation. Chill.

Username: Miss-Shion
Character name: Eleanor Tailey; 'Tailey'
Age: 17
Class: Middle
Fight or Flight: Fight
Powers or abilities: Transference
Power short Description: Regenerative capabilities, can transfer life energy to/from others on contact to exhaust/potentially kill or rejuvenate/heal herself and others.
Skills: Can fix nearly any vehicle, mixed martial arts, lying. Cooking. Does hair well.
Personality: Hardworking, eats constantly; Will take food bribes shamelessly. Easygoing, sarcastic. Hides all her tattoos for school. Will attend parties if there will be snacks; She is surprisingly well liked. Clumsy/mildly airheaded. Does not scare or fluster easily. Can nap anywhere.

Username: Ignis
Character name: Kim Terra
Age: 17
Class: High
Fight or Flight: Flight
Powers or abilities: Sugar Rush
Power short Description: Kim can exude a strong, sweet scent that makes people feel energized and peppy, but those under it's effects don't move as fast as they perceive.
Skills: Kim is skilled in parkour, tagging, and generally persuading and deceiving.
Personality: Kim is a queen bitch, ruthlessly intelligent and driven.
Notes: Kim's actual name is Star, but she dislikes this name, she also tags her art as 'Shortcake'.


Username:Ignis
Character name:Dante Terra
Age: 22
Class: High
Fight or Flight: Fight
Powers or abilities: Hardened Bones
Power short Description: Dante has a metal skeleton, which he can manipulate in it's entirety.
Skills: Dante is a skilled marksman and brawler, and tends bar very well, also a fine pianist.
Personality: Dante is a cool, calculating persona, he's pleasant with brutal undertones.
Notes: Dante is a high class criminal, operating out of his bar 'Afterlife', an very open air bar with an inherently sweet scent.

Username: SupposedlyWitty
Character name: Yohan J. Lee
Age: 16
Class: Middle
Fight or Flight: Flight
Powers or abilities: Poison Marking
Power short Description: Secretes a colorless, hallucinogenic venom with muscle-inhibiting side effects
Skills: parkour; taking apart electronics and rebuilding from scratch or modding with scraps; hacking
Personality: Intelligent, logical and resourceful; slow to trust. He can be unexpectedly loyal and ruthlessly honest to those he does trust. Anxious in large crowds or when speaking to others for long periods. Strong potential for becoming future workaholic.
Notes: He is a scholarship student who sees food and sleep as a hassle that interferes with work and school responsibilities.

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Rules include, but are not limited to standard ES rules.

This is going to be a rather fast paced RP. Like daily fast, ideally.

Keep in mind there is power scaling in this RP. Meaning you don't start out with with the full extent of your powers, if you start with them at all. Whether you start off with having just discovered them, a few weeks after, or just before, keep this in mind.


Your wealth class dictates what school you attend,

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[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Sedgwick+Ave+Display] It was the next morning already, Again he'd spent all but 4 hours last night working. And here he was bright and early running on fumes. Shirtless, hair a mess he stumbled onto the metal catwalk fire escape outside his small place. Even now he could hear sirens. Across the street he spotted two familiar faces. They usually didn't come this way. A detour? Probably one of their routes cut off. A pair of what he new to be obviously two-bit gangsters hustled down the side walk. along with a few of the students that went to the nearby highschool. Or as he called it, The Throne. A fitting name for the place he used to be on top of when he attended. Him and the rest of the crew, It wasn't like he held the place for ransom or anything but for the 4 years he attended, he had the teachers and school under his thumb. Turns out it wasn't that hard if they liked you.

He watched them saunter on as he remembered the text from last night. He needed to be there later. And if the likely case of one of the students being the tagger came to be true then he had to be there setting the rules again during none other than school hours. Which meant.....

He peered back into his small livingroom covered wall to wall with paint cans, posters, paintings he did himself and other art supplies to his dressing closet. He'd need to atleast look the part if he was going to do this smoothly. His night gear wouldn't exactly work for this. And just like that 10 minutes later he was throwing on a nice purple button up accompanied by black jeans and his usual black bag. As he was sliding his gasmask into said bag it happened again. In the corner of his eye. only for a split second he spotted movement in the darkest corner of his home. His eyes snapped towards it trying to get a clearer look. But this time, like every other time recently when he looked into that dark corner of his home, it was strange. As he peered the surrounding room became shrouded in shades of black. Gazing into the dark that made his mind blank his phones alarm went off. Snapping him back into reality. The greyed out haze of his vision leaving him as he pulled his phone from his front pocket. Posing as a student would be made all the more difficult if he was late. As he reached the School entrance the usual security came up, requiring him to pull a fake student ID from his bag to go through a scanner. Thing still worked like a charm. and soon enough, here he was walking the halls with droves of students. He'd need to attend rollcall atleast before he could roam the halls for two things. The Tag in question. And the Tagger. But for now he'd have to go to the assigned class. Lest he be yanked from the halls by the schools automaton security.
  nEon / Glitch / 145d 3h 54m 39s
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[Asap A several minutes later, and an equivalent number of blocks away, a certain pair of hooligans emerged from a maintenance room nestled near the edge of a trash filled alleyway. Emerged, being a rather tame word compared to what followed. What with the door being half rusted shut. Not to mention the heap of garbage that was leaned against it.

[+orangered "Hold my bat."]

[+skyblue "I uh don't hav- o- ohkay."]

[+orangered "Hrrgaah!"]

The door groaned, as one of the bags of trash rolled down the pile.

[+orangered "Hoo- One more."]

[b THUMP!] One of bolts holding the door snapped off and bounced down the alley, and the pile shifted further.

[+skyblue "Uh.. Anno."]

[+orangered "ONE-"]

[size20 [+orangered "MORE!"]]

With one final kick the upper part of the door slammed forward, crushing and shunting the otherwise displace-able trash out of the way in a cacophony of broken glass and crumpled packages.

[+orangered "What the hell is up with all this fucking trash. This route wasn't this fucked a month ago."]

[+skyblue "I'm just glad we didn't get zapped."]

Taking the bat back from atop the loot piled in the younger kid's arms Anno gave the boy a swat upside the head as he did.

[+skyblue "Ow! What was that for?"] had his hands not been full he'd have rubbed the side of his head for a moment.

[+orangered "For doubting me. AND not telling me you didn't disable the security. We wouldn't have had to come this way if you had."]

He would say, climbing over the heap and strolling out towards the street.
[+orangered "C'mon. We need to get a move on"]

[+skyblue "You rushed me though!"]

[+orangered "I don't wana hear it. Coulda told me, and it woulda been fine."]

He paused at the entrance to the alleyway, taking a look around to ascertain if anyone had noticed their exit. Or rather, if anyone who mattered had noticed. Hmm. Perhaps. He squinted as if it would help, and recognized her hips first. Her silver hair next. One of the girls from his school His class, even. One he hadn't tried, [i yet]. He glanced back the younger kid who was just clearing the obstacle before him. He was hard on the kid, sure, but he could take it. That boy could take a [i lot] of things, Anno knew.

[+orangered "Let's get a move on Nel. Got shit to do."]

Back to the girl. As far as she knew, the two of them had nothing to do with the sirens just a few blocks down. Putting a hand on the kid's shoulder so as to 'steer' the boy, the pair proceeded down towards her. And past her. But not before shooting her a confident/cocky smirk and a wink at the girl for the brief second their eyes met.


[center Anno was always on the hunt. Even when he's on the run from the fuzz. Or in this case, the casual walk from the fuzz.]
  Anno / Lostax / 151d 19h 45m 43s
[center [#5a16e9 "You're literally trash waiting to be taken to the promised land of garbage."]]

Another insult thrown at herself, a bad breakup finally reaching an emotional climax.

[center [#5a16e9 "Six years, six [i long] years, you bitch"]]

Blythe huffed, throwing a pillow across the room from the bed she had been glued to for the past three days. Her room was thrashed, a night of breaking things tends to do that, especially when you don't put the effort into cleaning. The silver haired female dragged herself out of bed, going to the window with the thought of escape. Breaking out of the house at night without telling anyone is clearly the most intense rebellion, and so that's what she did. Climbing up the fire escape wasn't something she did often, especially with being on the fifth floor and her fear of heights. Her hands squeezed the railing tight enough to turn her knuckles white, praying that nothing would happen. [#5a16e9 "Just.. one more floor.."] She gulped, looking towards the night sky. Mistake one. Her foot landed on a slick step, causing her to slide down the last three steps.

Fear made her shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see the aftermath of such a [i horrible] accident. A few breaths later and she opened her eyes, pulling her arms to her chest, and she screamed. Blythe's legs were no longer her own, they were now some [i creature] made of blue slime. She tried to move away but no matter what she did it wouldn't go away, it only began to sink into the cracks of the cement. The slime climbed, slowly turning everything it touched.

[center [#5a16e9 "STOP"]]

She screamed, jolting herself awake. Hands instantly patting her body to make sure it was solid, searching for anything that would prove the dream was wrong. She looked towards the window and recoiled, forcing herself out of bed and out the door. Sleep wasn't going to solve anything, that was obvious now. Instead, she went for a walk, following the sound of sirens in hopes of a distraction.
  Blythe / Vilkacis / 153d 17h 52m 22s
A teenager leaned back into his seat. Just a few more stops before he was home. The sensation of riding backwards while music streamed through his headphones served as distractions. That was exactly what Yohan J Lee needed, even if it had to come in the form of slightly crowded public transportation with blinking fluorescent overheads. Tired eyes glazed over; this was his stop.

He climbed up the stairs, going around the back and leaning his ear against the door. As quietly as possible, Yohan entered the apartment. The state of both the kitchen and hallway were notably cleaner than earlier today. His teeth clenched, fighting the desire to just turn around and leave. Fighting the desire to throw up. He would silently go to his room, lock the door and mind his own business until tomorrow morning. He would do it without questioning anything until then.

Yohan glared at his phone. One text from their mother, asking how things were since he moved in to be closer to his school. It must have been the hundredth time he's had to lie for his sister since he first started living with her. He set an alarm for school tomorrow and burrowed into the comforter, trying to pretend it were some sort of hole one could escape into and stop existing. Even a mere five hours of not existing would be fine. [#530063 "Why can't I fucking do anything?"] the teen whispered.
  Yohan J Lee / SupposedlyWitty / 158d 9h 56m 38s
Pockets, absolutely covered in pockets. It was a necessity after all. The cargo pants, the hoodie, the mask which was so lovingly sewn into her hood. She drew it forward, the shiny black mask covering her eyes, a field of red energy covering the rest of it. She chuckled to herself, kicking her legs off the side of the building she was sitting on.

[+red "The Obliterator Miner's Mask. Destroys foreign contaminants or your money back."] With a smirk, she leapt to her feet, her soles resting on the edge of the stone. She ran to the back of the building, jumping to the edge of the fire escape, and dropping levels quickly, grabbing each railing in succession until she reached the ground level, soft rattling echoing from her many, many pockets as she dropped. She had a few more people that she needed to antagonize. With a widening grin, she sprinted through what she'd call the city's 'Undergrowth'. Ducking through alleys and behind late night corner stores. There was always a crowd to dodge through, even late at night. This city never slept, no matter what anyone said.

She was coming up on her objective. The lower district school campus. It was full of graffiti, and she planned on leaving plenty of marks all about the place. Whether it was simply her signature, or a grander work of art, she wasn't leaving without stirring something up. With a practiced motion, she took a couple of cans, archaic in design, one white topped, the other scarlet. It took her only a few seconds to emblazon her emblem on the nearest wall. She had to stop only shortly to make sure she'd done it right, and sure enough, before her was a Shortcake, with a little cherry on top.

Invigorated, she rattled her cans, sprinting about the place, finding any wall which would hold her expression. After maybe an hour of tagging up, the place, she decided to tag something grander. She traded her white can for her black, keeping the scarlet close at hand, that grin widened, and she spent the better part of a half hour carefully designing that swallow tailed suit, putting the red eyes but no face on top. She stuffed both her cans away and touched it up with the white can, highlighting the eyes and the suit. With just a few steps back, it was perfect. She took her scarlet back out and left a little shortcake under the figure, just as quickly stuffing the cans back into her pockets and bolting back towards home.

Mischief managed.
  Star Terra / Ignis / 167d 22h 11m 23s
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[Asap [+orangered "How long is it gunna fucking take?"]

[+skyblue "I dunno! Stop rushing me."]

[+orangered "Jesus. Hurry the fuck up. That patrol is gunna come back any minute."]

It was nearing midnight, and the pair of thugs were huddled near the rear entrance to a pawnshop. One was a younger kid approximately 4 and a half feet tall, presumably no more than 14. He was messing with the door's datapad, trying to hack it.
The second was a much larger teen, standing a whole two feet over the younger kid. In his hand was a large metal bat. Both were covered in dark clothing and wearing hoods.

[+skyblue "I got it, Anno!"]
[+orangered "Good, lets go, before it comes back."]

The pad turned green, and the latch to the door clicked open.

The two quickly ducked inside. It was dark and musty inside. Like the place hadn't seen any activity in a month or two. The owner had been one of the few who had died during the pulse, having fallen in a bad way.

[+skyblue "What're we looking for?"]

[+orangered "Anything I can sell, that we can carry. Like that. Grab that box of hypos."]

The pair split up in the shop searching for valuables to steal from a dead man. While perusing the wares, Anno came across a weapon's cabinet. Just what he was hoping for. He slid the latch to the side and opened the cabinet. In doing so, unfortunately he tripped an alarm.

[+orangered "Fuck! I thought you shut down the security!"]

[+skyblue "No! I just opened the door, were rushing me!"]

[+orangered "Damn it. We need to go. Now."]

Anno stuffed as many of the munitions into his hoodie as he could and made for the door, the younger kid a step behind him. Striding out of the shop, the two were met with a Parasec patrol drone.

[b -Surrender all weapons and put your hands on the ground. You are under arrest. All attempts-]

In the middle of the drone's pre-recorded arrest statement, utilizing his athletics skills, Anno brought down the metal bat on top of the robot with the full force afforded to him. The act knocked the drone right out of the air, causing it to clatter to the ground loudly. Once there Anno slammed the bat into it again, as it tried to finish it's statement with a damaged speaker. Only after he'd struck it another two times did the drone cease to function any more.

[+orangered "We gotta go. Scraps are gunna be here any second now."]

[+skyblue "Are you sure we'll be okay going through the sewers? What if-"]

[+orangered "Yes. I've done it a hundred times and I've never had a problem."]

[+skyblue "But what if it's true?!"]

[+orangered "Shut up and get in the hole. You don't wana get locked up do you?"]

Irritated at the result of the break-in, he bullied the younger kid into the into the nearby manhole. Supposedly the sewers and the sublevels below were highly dangerous, due to the electrical anomalies that occurred the deeper you go. Anno was an adept at using them to make a clean getaway. After all. He'd never once been caught by an anomaly and burnt to a crisp. Why would he now?
  Anno / Lostax / 156d 22h 52m 33s
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Another fence, into a backyard fixed with turf beneath his feet. The sound of heavy panting beneath a gas mask accompanied by the sound of aluminum cans clinking against each other as they shook back and fourth with every step. Behind him sirens and shouting as he continued on slipping through an alley and then up a wall onto a small garage that led him to an apartment's outside stairwell scaling it to the top and from there onto the roof where he bolted to a destination that only he, and a few others knew of.

He'd given them the slip, it was a joke, district 20's enforcement mostly consisted of automatons. Of course when they realized tin-can's couldn't exactly stop him and his crew from tagging every flat wall in the sector they started dispatching real police. Who, of which of course caught them off guard at first, using bullets against kids wasn't something anyone really saw coming. But that didn't stop anyone from outrunning those bloated assholes. Taking a seat removing his mask to reveal his dark skinned face he leaned back slipping his phone from his pocket. He'd gotten a text.

[Sedgwick+Ave+Display [size15[+orange [center [b King:] [i Yo do me a solid Hit up the throne tomorrow morning hear some shit's been tagging on our turf ill hit you with some breakfast if you do hit me up after]]]]]

He ran his hands through his hair. King never did like to use grammar in his texts. He swore It was the reason they never got any real work when it came to clients. The wind picked up blowing his hood off of his head as he peered down at the neon streets from his perch at the district 20 construction yard climbing down as the sirens from before faded into the night.
  nEon / Glitch / 173d 17h 17m 36s
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[Arimo [size16 [+lightgreen ~SO WE! ~

~ Blazed our trail ~
~ Through barren waste ~
~ as we hoped to find ~
~ That Love we taste! ~]]

Following the last lyrics of a cringe teenage grunge song the teenage singer guitarist could do nothing but feel the sting of the sweat in his eyes and the satisfaction of a performance well done. The round of applause was meager, but welcoming. The crowd wasn't very big, but that didn't matter. It was his first successful [i paying] gig, and as far as he could tell it was pretty well appreciated for such a niche genre.

Typheus Ingram Keene has taken the first step on what could hopefully be the road to recurring employ, he thought, as he and his bandmates filed out of the club some time later. The city was beautiful, especially on a night such as this one. It was something Ty was reminded of every time he road the magtram home. Vibrant and bustling Paragon was everything he wanted in a home city and more. If he could he would stay out all night. Resolved to sacrifice some of his sleep, Ty had gotten everything he'd hope for from it. Now, he'd have to uphold his end of the bargain. Lest she bar him from going out like this again.

Ty arrived home right on time, and swiftly made for his bed. After all he had school in the morning.
  Ty Keene / Lostax / 170d 15h 20m 14s
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