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¦•¦System Apparatus Mode¦•¦
¦•¦Part One¦•¦
Genocide
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People are petty things obsessed with power and expansion. I guess that's why war starts and why it hardly ever ends. The year was 2154 and tensions were high. A few skirmishes continued to break out between several different countries, but no one was willing to call out for a full-scale battle. That tension has only escalated, however, with the discovery of the Angel Genes.

The Angels weren't heavenly personages with wings as culture had made them out to be. They were just like everyone else around them, almost identical, but there were ways of telling them apart. First of all, they were created by being introduced to a rare mutagenic virus that affects their parents, but must have infected both of them during biological terrorism. In addition to this, twins are rare, but not unheard of and often only affects one of the twins. Conception triggers the virus to attack the origin host and childbirth does the same for the mother. The Angels that are born fall into two categories: Fractals and Seraphs.

The latter is the kind that the military scours the nation for, the kind that has been gifted strength, swift healing, and extreme athletic ability. On top of the physical capabilities, the Seraphs are able to control things on a more ethereal scale, capable of gathering enough energy to create nearly invisible weapons of various shapes and forms. These weapons often have their own unique capabilities depending on the wavelengths of the individual Seraph. Some may display pyrotechnical attributes, others electrical, and others draw on sound waves alone. No matter the ability, these weapons can slice- or alternately bash- through nearly anything.

The former, the Fractals, are often called by the derogatory term 'Defective'. The mutagen, rather than strengthening them, has badly mutilated their forms. With varying degrees of severity, this kind of Angel is often found with missing limbs, paralysis, or other cancer-like contortions of the body. There is, however, a plus to being a Fractal. Although more common than a Seraph, Fractals have a stronger bond with the astral plane. Able to alter reality, these Angels can bring their imagination to life, more as mirages than anything. However, even more rare than a Seraph, are the few Fractals that can make tangible objects. Despite these subgroups, one fact remains constant between Fractals: they can find Seraphs and can bind souls with a Seraph in order to see fatal parts of their fate to help steer them away from the danger.

2183 and war has been declared. The government has been screening for Angels and have been drafting them for war. You have been chosen, dear Angel. Welcome to the army. My name is Zara and I'm your squad leader. I'm a Fractal confined to a wheelchair, but I promise I will prepare you for the world ahead.

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Damien Aeron Elianus: 20: Male: Hetero
Ayarai Joe Blizard: 24: Female: Pan
Vex Tsukino: 26: Female: Homo
Dante Shadow Huo: 25: Male: Hetero
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Zara Talia Willow: 29: Female: Hetero
Jarek Jameson: 28: Male: ?
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Mitsui Maki: 18: Male: Hetero
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¦•¦Zara Talia Willow¦•¦
The train came to an abrupt stop over the metal track, hovering above it by mere magnetic force. Its slick chrome appearance sharply contrasted the dirty concrete that was stained red from the desert sands that found itself clinging to the rough surface of the material. The fine dust lifted easily in the minute breeze and choked some of the passengers coming off of the train. These weak humans were normal soldiers, the men and women drafted to train and fight for their country as war raged all around them. No, these were mere children in comparison to the untrained units that swung quickly around the first train before propelling itself toward a large opening in the cement structure behind the woman sitting comfortably in a chair that pivoted on a self-reliant energy orb. The woman didn't have legs, but she seemed well-fed and strong, having about her a particular glow of health and energy as she turned to quickly move toward the cement building. She left behind the normal drill instructors to bark out their first commands and introducing the new meat to the camp.

By the time she had gotten through the side door to meet her units, an older gentleman already graying and wrinkled. The tell-tale signs of his service showed with a long scar cutting across one of his cheeks. His grey eyes held nothing but wisdom and contempt as he stood stoically outside the train door as it opened easily. She took her place besides the older man, wearing the dark uniform of a Ga'ahorric colonel. The recruiter jumped out first, stood at attention before stiffly stepping aside to allow the Seraph and Fractal units to exit the train.

The first to step out was a rather aggressive-looking man with black hair and horribly blue eyes, eyes that were cold and guarded as he walked stiffly out of the train. The recruiter gave the order, instructing the boy to walk down until he hit the yellow line- a line that was fading under the red dust after being painted there years before. The boy followed directions, but he hesitated in just that imperceptible way that told Zara just how troublesome he would be in training. She did hope others would be less worrisome.

¦•¦Good luck~ Also, being done with those medical classes and everything else is probably the most liberating thing ever. I think I don't want to do this for the rest of my life. Might take up special effects makeup or something. XD¦•¦

Seth Aidric
The beautiful eyes of freedom stared back at me...
"You're right," Seth huffed with a bitter smile on his lips, "I doubt my father would do anything to reclaim me at all. I've always been his biggest disappointment, after all."

Seth sighed heavily and closed his eyes, tilting his head up to breathe in the sharp scent of decaying leaves and the distant scents of spices from the nearby bazaar. The city itself smelled badly of sewage or burning oil, but here in this part of the forest it smelled nice, sweet. Clear.

As she spoke of her own little secret, he found himself staring at her in shock. Was he really her first kiss too? He had imagined that she was experienced, had likely done it to several of her victims, but did she really choose to kiss the wimp of a prince before anyone else? What had she hoped to gain from that? A thrill? She seemed like the type that would, after all. Even then, he couldn't shake from his mind the fact that she had kissed him. Why would she even bring that up, and what was with that faint blush on her pale skin?

"Yeah, I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I? It's either I follow you and try to set things right, or go back and risk possible reeducation from dear old dad, right?" Again with that huff of a chuckle, the bitterness in his blue eyes. He drew in a deep breath, setting his resolve as he moved to follow her.

As unsure as he was about his future, one thing was clear: he had to find the truth. No matter where it hid, no matter where it led him, he couldn't let his father continue to conspire against the kingdom. Seth's future kingdom, hopefully. Besides, somehow he felt like everything would end up the way it always should have against all odds. He just had to keep faith that he'd aid in the pieces falling into their rightful places.

|•|Damien Aeron Elianus|•|
|•|Have You Ever Seen the Void?|•|
The train sped through unknown territory, sleek metal walls hiding all hints of the outside world with a dimly-lit and somewhat relaxing atmosphere. The seats below them were nice, albeit worn down from years of use. They were a plush, dark blue color accented with a cream color that both seemed to contrast and compliment the metal. As there were only a few people on the train, there was enough room for each person to have their own seat with lots of vacancy. Damien himself was lying down, eyes half closed as he pretended to sleep. Through his dark lashes he studied the ceiling, the way it rounded upwards like a bullet. He imagined for a moment that it might have been. Who would he kill?

In his hand, a small flame arced across his fingertips before instantly going out. He shifted a little uncomfortably, sitting up to once more look at the ragtag group of masked, mutilated, and mundane-looking occupants. Each different, they had been brought together for one reason, a reason that made him want to squirm. They had each been the child of people infected by a mutagen that had stripped humanity from them. They hardly constituted as human anymore, but the true pain came when the military had forcefully knocked on the doors of their freedom and drafted them for war.

Man, how he hated being told what to do. Patriotism be damned.

He drew in a deep breath, wondering vaguely if any of these Fractals were worth his time or these Seraphs stronger than he was. He might not have liked the idea of following orders, but the challenge was certainly welcome. He had trained on his own, pressing his limits, but it was inevitable to find those stronger than he was and he hoped that there was someone here that could easily introduce his face to the earth. A rival like that would push him to the brink and he would find a way to surpass his limitations.

When you had no one, power became your friend after all.