#thread.eden

[mc-adarsh]

CLOSED STARTER for @coltbuckley location: NEAR THE HUB timestamp: EVENT 02: PART 01: THE DRONES

A healer. Who would’ve guessed that. Certainly not Adarsh. It was ironic. He felt like the most violent person on the beach, the one who had been called out for punching two people during Lindiwe of England’s meeting. Yet he was the one with the ability to heal wounds. Or at least… he’d healed two people so far. Maybe three. Though he still wasn’t sure if this meant he had to backpedal his believe on Chance. Perhaps he’d been responsible for the other surviving being mauled by a tiger-creature, perhaps it had been Chance themself. 

Regardless, this seemed like a perfect time to have the power triggered, with blood thirsty hornets flying around the place like killer bees waiting for people to upset them. Targeting several places around the area for unknown reasons. 

And enough people whose first reaction to huge flying insects was trying to swat them away. 

“Hey! Just stand still and don’t upset the thing, or they will sting!” he yelled to a face he’d seen around before but never interacted with.

[wrvtchedhearts]

CLOSED STARTER for @lovelornbones ft. Eden Yorke LOCATION: Stoneage industries

The searing pain in the form of a headache was nothing new, despite the thick sunglasses he wore to shut out most of the intense light of a bright New York day, the irritation was already there. Sparking up once every so many days or weeks depending on how well he took care of not burning too many hours into actively using his Augmentation, the irritation was merely an unfortunate side effect of the modification he'd done to his eyes. They served him well, and the fact that he constantly wore tinted glasses and sunglasses was good for his image. Nobody had to know that he hid a small advantage behind them.

But there were times when nothing he did helped in relieving the pain, and he was forced to seek help from outsiders, careful not to draw too much attention to the fact that it was an augmentation he'd gotten on the streets of Delhi. Probably illegal in other countries, as far as he knew.

He lingered in the lobby of Stoneage Industries hoping Eden Yorke would appear before anyone grew suspicious of his presence there, dressed as if he was about to hit some club for a show, he drew a stark difference with the suits and scientists.

His wary and twitchy eyes finally fell upon the other's form, and he stood up slowly, the headache making him feel dizzy and nauseous. "Yorke, bhai!" He uttered, as if he was completely unaffected from the splitting headache.