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Thu Dec 28, 2017 3:57 am by Adrian

(It's been one year since I made a news thread, oops)

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Hi all,

We're aware of a peculiar forum glitch that's causing some subforums to be locked.

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Harwell's Institute for the Fairly Exceptional

Post by WritingBookworm on Tue Dec 20, 2016 7:57 pm

{APP Thread}


WritingBookworm - Maxwell Grayson - Sentinel - Technopathy
WritingBookworm - Valerie Waller - Strongarm - Super strength, super durability
WritingBookworm - Kendall Nolan - Phantom - Intangibility, hyper persuasion
WritingBookworm - Lucille Lear - Swiftshot - Attack prediction

Lady Senbonzakura - Gretchen Norman - The Seamstress - Creation and manipulation of ribbons
Lady Senbonzakura - Lachtna Martin - 3 A.M. - Ability absorption, ability mirroring, ability negation, ability sensing
Lady Senbonzakura - Fiachra Martin - 4 A.M. - Ability absorption, ability mirroring, ability negation, ability sensing
Lady Senbonzakura - Domhnall Martin - Beguile - Emotional aura manipulation, Illusionist shape-shifting
Lady Senbonzakura - Samuel 'Sam' Beckwith - The Apparition - Magic

Shaybaysasuke - Adair Scàthàn - Mirror - Teleportation, mind-link
Shaybaysasuke - Riada Scàthàn - rorriM - Teleportation, mind-link

Fix-It - Loretta Williams - Puzzle Piece - Super speed
Fix-It - Summer Matthews - Topaz - Getting attention with singing

Omni - Vasilia Weston - Ada Adler - Superhuman intelligence
Omni - Phoebe Murdoch - Burnout - Force Field Manipulation
Omni - Casey Nowell/Thalia Boivin - Middle-8 - Projections via voice, Cybernetic Enhancements
Omni - Hunter Hailey - N/A - Mental links
Omni - Ariel Lichtenburg - Champion - Merlin's Locket
Omni - Morgan Campbell - Rubbermaid - Body contortion

Comrade Squid - Slade Norman - Smokescreen - Smoke Generation, heat control
Comrade Squid - Sophia Hayes - Devourer - Hyper Metabolism, Stomach of Holding
Comrade Squid - Edmund B. Hommel - Hivemind - The Hivemind, Project Myrmidon
Comrade Squid - Daikaiju - Firebreath, super strength, agility, feral smell
Comrade Squid - Annie McCallister - Lattice - Crystal generation, Crystal regeneration

Paradox - Sarah Brandt - Crimson - Particle manipulation
Paradox - Alexander 'Alex' Marshall - Eidolon - Copy generation
Paradox - Ethan Blanc - Shadow - Making himself ignored
Paradox - Melissa Duncanson - Breakdown - Field generation
Paradox - C7VL-001 Unity “Dejan Petrovic” - Oculus - Technology Creation, Synthetic Physiology

Sentinel - Vincent Christiansen - Continuum - Teleporation, Levitation, Psychokinesis
Sentinel - Bridgett Baumgartner - Lambda - Divided Mind, Claircognizance, Accelerated Probability
Sentinel - Tristen Madden - Metalhead - Ferrokinesis, Frequency Manipulation, Enhanced Senses
Sentinel - Terrence White - Penitence - Penance Stare, Psychic Shield, Instant Learning
Sentinel - Eliot 'Elli' Vance - Nightscape - Retrocognition, Nightmare Manipulation, Reality Perception Manipulation

NightOwl - Aava Monet - The Sorceress - Magic

Ace - Xavier Xiques - X - Electromagnetic Manipulation, Hydrokinesis, Superhuman Agility
Ace - Damien Du Couteau - Shift - Shapeshifting, Matter Absorption, Telepathy

Michael DeathFlame - Gregorio "Greg" Perrino - Jumpman - Jumping

Wishie - Thea Tethys - Panic - Fearful scream, Weirdness inducement

Athena Lionheart - Zilia Fiane - Azalia - Aerokinesis, hydrokinesis
Athena Lionheart - Shayla Thompson - Glitch - The Deadpool Effect, Enhanced Athleticism, X-Ray Vision


AUGUST 30, 2017, 5:00PM PST

- Maxwell -

A supply truck rolls along the freeway, consistently zooming out of the security camera's view. My cyberpathy allows me to keep switching security cameras, keeping up with the truck as my fingers jump across the keyboard. Never once do I lose sight. Never once do they escape me.

I squint at one of my computer monitors. Judging by the route they're going, they're headed towards 50th on Wasp Way. That's where the San Ferdinand Bank is.

Because I know what that truck is carrying. One of the great things about having access to every security camera in the city is the fact you get to catch bank robbers who think they're so sneaky load themselves into a supply truck before heading out.

I lace my fingers together. Then I make a call from my untracable phone, dialing the detective-in-chief's number.

"In fifteen minutes, a supply truck will reach the San Ferdinand Bank," I say before he can even start speaking. "Inside it are approximentally twenty men, all armed with machine guns. I suggest you get on it right about . . . now."

I hang up with that, and start rolling away from my computer desk. That wasn't particularly stressful, in comparison to some other acts of vigilantism I've performed, but I really would like a Coke.

Within fifteen minutes' time, I wheel back to the computer monitors with a Coke in hand, and watch the police cuff the criminals.

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Re: Harwell's Institute for the Fairly Exceptional

Post by Fix-It on Tue Dec 20, 2016 8:23 pm

I fan out on a pool chair, scrolling through my phone. Through my peripherals, I see the sun set. Perfect. Smog makes it a bit more blurry than i'd like for my picture, but I snap one anyway and upload it online. Within a few seconds, I've already gotten a few thousand likes. They keep coming.

I smile. Even though I had just announced my hiatus, I was still receiving massive support. Most artists would be receiving landfills of hate. I mean, it is pretty frustrating when your favorite celebrity decides to take a break. Chances are, you began supporting them for their content. And if they stop producing said content? Of course people will be angry.

I wasn't worried about that. My fans are different. See, with me, they're hooked. No matter what I do--no matter how controversial I am--they love me. And who can blame them?

I'm a pretty good musician, if I do say so myself.

I set my phone down and jump into the water.

everything that lives is designed to end.

we are perpetually trapped in a never-ending spiral of life and death.
is this a curse? or some kind of punishment?
i often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle. . .
and wonder if we’ll ever get the chance to kill him.

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Re: Harwell's Institute for the Fairly Exceptional

Post by Shaybaysasuke on Tue Dec 20, 2016 8:56 pm


"Father," I started, standing and holding my hands behind my back as he exited the hospital room, "How is mother doing?"

"Yeah is she awake yet?" Riada asked from beside me, only sitting up in his chair so he wasn't slouched over.

"No, the medicine they gave her put her under, she will be like this for most of the evening," Father answered, running a hand over his eyes, "The doctors have recommended that you two...stay away for the time being. The shock of seeing you two so soon, it is not good for her mental state at the moment."

"Y-yes Father, I understand," I said, looking down to hide my disappointed expression.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're just going to take that?" Riada asked, finally standing up out of his chair, "She's our mom, we should be able to see her."

"Her mental state is fragile after what she witnessed, Riada," Father explained, sounding tired, "You saw your mother just now when you two walked into the room. She was having another breakdown just from the sight. It is what's best for her recovery right now for you both to keep distance. Please try to understand."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Riada conceded, "I'll just go to the car then. Get some distance."

With that he stormed off towards the parking garage and Father sighed, watching him go.

"I don't know what to do with him sometimes..." he muttered.

"I'll go speak with him father," I offered and he gave a small smile.

"Yes, please do. Thank you."

I nodded and headed off, letting my hands fall from their clasped position once I was outside. I found Riada easily, leaning up against the car and watching the sun set behind the trees.

"Sorry...I overreacted," he muttered once I was next to him, "It's just...I hate knowing we did that to her. I want to do something about it."

"All we can do is wait, really," I said, shoulders dropping with a sigh, "Everything'll work out eventually."


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It takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep loving anyway
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Re: Harwell's Institute for the Fairly Exceptional

Post by Lady Senbonzakura on Tue Dec 20, 2016 9:26 pm

"You're making a lot of noise over there."

Flipping her midnight hair over her shoulder again, Gretchen sighed.

"We just started this class and I'm already confused. I'm better at chemistry than physics."

"Why don't you just take a break?" Alice asked. "You can ask your teacher questions when you see her again."

"And not do my homework? Teachers assign homework to be completed. Otherwise, how will I learn?"

Alice removed the glasses from her face, letting them dangle on the chain around her neck.

"You can't turn down a challenge."



Throwing down his copy of The Crucible, Lachtna got up from their shared bed to answer his mother's call.

"Coming, Fia?"

Without looking up from his phone, he nodded.

"Hold on. I'm looking up ideas for what to get Quinn for his birthday."

"Alright, Mama's gonna want you to hurry though."
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Re: Harwell's Institute for the Fairly Exceptional

Post by Adrian on Tue Dec 20, 2016 9:27 pm


"You STILL haven't told them?" My sister's voice rose higher than I would have wished. It had been almost 6 years since our incident in the forest, and - as far as I was aware - the only other human aware of what happened was my sister Noelle. And currently, we were both arguing about it outside the bathroom.

"Why should I, Noe?" She hated when I called her that, so I always did when she got on my nerves. "I don't know how kindly they'd take to the whole 'superpower' thing. Especially with some of the shady stuff going on around the country."

"Which is why I think you should let mom and dad know," she retorted, folding her arms and blocking my way in the hall. I simply folded space around me, appearing behind her and continuing towards the stairwell.

"How about this - it's my secret, I'll tell them when the time comes?" I called back. Mom and dad were out shopping, so for the time being, loudness wasn't too much of a concern.

"It's our secret," she tried to correct, following close behind, "Because I was there to see it happen. And don't do that to me. You should use your powers for good."

"It's mine, because it's mine. I don't remember you being able to teleport us 2 miles away," I shot back, halfway down the stairs. I was getting really tired of this - also, I needed a sandwich. "Also, what the hell does that mean? I'm not some superhero, Noelle. I'm keeping this on the down-low, and if you knew what was good for both of us, you'd do the same."


There's a letter coming for me.

It appeared in my mind as information always had - intrusive, deliberate, and cold. But unlike the other thoughts that coalesced into my brain, this one stuck for one reason.

"It's too personal," I muttered, staring at my fries as I sat alone in the food court. "Too... specific. What does it mean, though? What does it contain?"

A girl sitting opposite of me two tables away began to stare at me, but I ignored her. Even though I was considered the most insane patient at St. Dymphna Center for Female Wellness, I was in fact the opposite. I am willing to bet that anyone with my powers would too be rendered unstable by the lesser endowed. Perhaps with a more... nurturing environment my abilities would expand tenfold, but as it stands, my parents abandoned me as soon as my powers manifested.

However, it seemed a new destiny would be unfolding at this sudden new piece of information - for I never, not once in my entire residency at St. Dymphna's, received a single piece of mail.


"Tristen, turn that shit down!"

My father's voice echoed in my ear - literally. Despite me sitting in my bedroom listening to Arctic Monkeys with earbuds, he could still hear my excellent taste in music. One of the downsides to having a super-dad.

Like me, he was a frequency bender, so he had great hearing senses. Unlike me, he was also an electricity bender, so he could alter electrical currents. Hence my currently-bleeding ears.

Begrudgingly, I turned the volume down. I was only 16, but by the time I was "of age," as dad put it, I was getting the hell out of here - and this city.


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Re: Harwell's Institute for the Fairly Exceptional

Post by Comrade Squid on Wed Dec 21, 2016 6:28 pm

Slade stared absently out of his second floor bedroom window, deeply entrenched in his thoughts while he subconsciously observed the peaceful rainfall. His life had been busy lately, as he struggled with raising an income for his mother and sister to live on. His mother's mental state had crumbled after her husband's death, and she could not sustain a job. Slade knew that her mind would fracture completely if she lost the last relic she had of Slade's father, which was their home. So, Slade strove to keep the house, but at his age, obtaining the amount of money necessary proved difficult.

A knock came at the door. Isabelle, his fourteen year old sister, opened it before he could say anything, but he didn't mind.
"Slade?" she inquired almost timidly, "I know you're terribly busy right now, and I hate to ask this, but could you help me with my physics homework?"

It was true, he was busy. He was preparing for a long trip away from home for his job, and he only had a day or so.
But he didn't mind. He wanted to help.
"Of course," he said with a genuine, warm smile. "Let's go to your room, okay?"

Isabelle smiled back and nodded excitedly.
"Thank you!" She said gratefully as she led him away with a bounce in her step.


Approximately fifty-five thousand wasps occupied the hive.

Eighty-percent of them were currently working on gathering food, taking care of larvae, and expanding the hive.

The remaining twenty-percent were on standby in case of emergencies, or guarding the hive.

All one hundred-percent could be converted into an army when the time came.

He possessed eight egg-layers. Six in the center, and two more in the north end.

The hive itself was primarily located underneath Hommel Acres, but the tunnel network extended under the entire city, with a fallback base in the north containing the two extra egg-layers.

New, prototype wasps were underway, and tests were positive.

The world would not be ready. But Hivemind would be.

"If you think voicing such an opinion here and now was a wise move..."

"...then maybe you should reevaluate your definition of stupidity."
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Post by WritingBookworm on Wed Dec 21, 2016 11:36 pm

- Valerie -

"En garde!"

I take a practiced step toward my instructor, immediately thrusting the tip of my sword forward. He parries easily, and we trade blows, dodging and retaliating almost in perfect, fluid concordance. I take another jab, and another, and another, and --

With a quick motion of the wrist, my instructor already pokes his rapier into my chestplate.

I huff, taking my fencing helmet off and wiping my forehead. "Ugh," I say, taking just one look at my tangled hair. "This is not doing wonders for my appearance."

"Focus, Miss Waller," my instructor -- Renalds? Renoux? I don't even remember the name -- says. "Remember, this is on your mother's orders. You must be prepared to defend yourself with any weapon possible. You have much training to catch up on." He prepares himself for another round. "Now, again."


"What did you just -- "

"I said nope." I'm already tossing my fencing helmet to the side, unstrapping some of my fencing armor as best I can while I walk away. "I'm done for the day."

"Miss Waller, you must be prepared for any eventuality in your next years!"

"And I must also be prepared to impress any boy that I happen to meet," I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder. Geez, it's still sweaty. I need a shower, pronto. "Guess which one I -- "

"Miss Waller?"

I turn as the butler enters the practice room. He proffers a crisp envelope, its contents locked by a sticker of an old-fashioned red seal. And on that seal . . .


"It's for you," he says. My arms feel heavy as I take it.

I already know what this is.


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Re: Harwell's Institute for the Fairly Exceptional

Post by Paradox on Thu Dec 22, 2016 12:45 am


I'm sitting in my room, at my computer, aimlessly scrolling through my inbox.  I hadn't gotten any emails recently, wasn't expecting anything either.  Still, it beat doing nothing.

"Sarah!" My mom's voice breaks up the monotony, "Letter for you!" My eyebrows perk up, and I stand up just as quickly.

"Probably nothing important," I think "odds are its just a random card from my grandparents or cousins or something.  Still, better than boredom."

I'm down the stairs in a few seconds, giving my mom a quick smile as I take it back up to my room.  I glance over it as I walk, formal-looking, with a seal in red wax, an H, pressed into it.

I break the seal as I close the door behind me, pulling the letter out and reading it over.  And a grin spreads across my face.
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Post by Lady Senbonzakura on Thu Dec 22, 2016 11:46 am

"Gretchen." Her grandmother said again.

"Hmm?" she replied, though her eyes did not leave the worksheet in her lap nor did she loosen her grip on her hair.

Pursing her lips, Alice leaned over and began to sift through the mail from that morning.

"I think something in here is for you, luv."


"It looks like a college letter."

Gretchen's head lifted immediately, and her whole attention was suddenly on the object her grandmother held.

"Seriously? I'm only a junior."

"They start earlier and earlier it seems."

The teen took the letter, looking over it intently.

"What universities in Indiana start with 'H'? Huntington? Harrison? Maybe Hanover?"


Lachtna picked out 5 of the metal spoons from the silverware drawer, then turned to his twin.

"Do we need forks and knives?"

"Are you going to eat country fried steak with your hands?" he replied, not looking up from his task of peeling potatoes. When he heard silence, he nodded. "That's what I thou-"

"Fiachra! Lachtna! There's a letter in the mail for you!"

"In the kitchen, Caitria!" they called in unison.

A blonde girl, no younger than 13, came rushing into the room.

"There's even a seal on it." she said. "It's an 'H,' I think."

"Sure it ain't your Hogwarts letter?" Fiachra asked, causing Lachtna to attempt to hide his smile.

"Hogwarts ain't real, ya dodo. Besides, your names are on it."

She left it on the kitchen table.
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Post by Paradox on Thu Dec 22, 2016 12:42 pm


I'm disrupted from my reading when my father gets home.  I glance up as he does, long enough to see his phone in one hand, and a stack of mail in the other.

"Oh, hey." I say, moving instinctively to sort through the pile as he puts it on the table.

"Hey," He replies, not talking his eyes off his phone.  He glances up for a second, "Sorry about this, just, I've got weird reports coming in the west, and that's my main priority right now."  I give a nod, before going back to sorting through the pile.

One letter in particular catches my eye.  It's plain, with a red seal, the letter H pressed into the seal.

"Father, do you know what this is?" I glance over it, then hold it out for him.  His eyes go wide for a second as they see it.

"Let me see that for a minute, I just need to check something."


"Ethan, I'm leaving!" My sister yells as she leaves the apartment.

"See you soon, Gracie!" I respond, getting an annoyed sigh from her in the process.  She closes the door behind her, and home is quiet.  I stand up and stretch, moving to the door myself.

Might as well get the mail, spare someone else the trip

The trip down to the first floor and the mail room is completely uneventful, everything happens like it always does.  I open the mailbox and pull out the mail, as usual.

I glance through the stack on my way back up.  Mostly, its nothing surprising, a combination of bills, ads, and letters for my parents.  Still, there was one thing that stood out, a plain envelope, with a red seal with an H.  Even stranger, the letter was for me.
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