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"How did it go?" Carson asked quietly, careful not to disturb what few animals were around.

"Ah- No, I wasn't tryna- I didn't mean it like that." Nicholas stumbled over his words.

Nicholas is suspicious. "Aight, well, you woke me up so keep it down next time, will ya?" Nicholas grumbled.

Nicholas, now awake, heard a warbled noise coming from the bunk above him. Realizing that he wasn't going to get any more sleep, even in the void, he yeeted himself out of the void. He heard some quiet mumbling above him, but couldn't quite perceive what was being said. "Are you... okay?" he asked cautiously, undoing his the clasp on his security cord in case he needed to disappear.

Carson sat on the porch of the building, watching the bugs and crows in the trees.

{{I'm jumping on the dream train}}
Nicholas wakes up in the void. It's brighter than normal, and when he looks down, his skin is dark blue and translucent, and his freckles are stars. He looks back up, into a mirror, and sees his physical form, but his eyes look like the space in the void. He reaches out to touch the mirror, but his fingers pass through it and the rest of him tumbles in as the world shifts and suddenly the mirror is the floor and he's sinking in arm first. On the other side of the mirror is a lush forest with a cobblestone path that glows with a strange energy. He steps onto the path and the stones rearrange into stairs with words engraved on them. He tries to stop and read the words, but they're in a language he doesn't recognize. The stairs begin moving like an escalator and Nicholas stumbles and falls. He wakes up right before his head smashes into the ground.

Name: Carson Anderson
Age: 17
Gender: Nonbinary {{they/them pronouns everybody}}
Looks: Their family is pretty mixed but white-passing. They have straight black hair that's usually cut short, but at the moment it's longer than usual. They wear pastel grunge. Yes, I just wrote those words. no, I do not regret it. They're pretty average physically.
Personality: Quiet and clever. They hate people with powers and have a similar view to Daegon in that they think it's unnatural. They enjoy nature and are in awe of the natural world.
Power: Force fields
Other(not needed): I'm probably going to go back and edit/add to this at some point, but this is what I have so far.

{{thx for letting me know, i just did.
also, sasha is so baby i'm????}}

Nicholas returned to the room, only slightly better rested, with a head full of thoughts and questions. He sat down on the bed and let out a tired sigh that could be compared to a slowly deflating balloon. Keyword being slowly. He lifted his hand in front of his face and stared at it, tracing the constellation of freckles from his knuckles to his elbow. "Ah, **** it," he decided wearily, and he dipped his hand, then his other hand, then his head, into the void.
Roger had always called it The Abyss, but Nicholas felt that the name was inaccurate. 'Abyss' signifies deep emptiness, but the void was full. Full of colour and light, darkness, but not cold. It felt like a wavering echo of the real world. Purple and green shimmers, pink and blue lights, dark curtains of shadow draped over everyone and everything. It reminded Nicholas of the pictures of nebulas that Roger always had as his background. He wished he could have shown Roger the void before--

Nicholas snapped out of his awe long enough to tie around his ankle one of the metal fibre cords he kept in his bag. Then he let the rest of his body slip into the void.

The warm-and-cool sensation of a temperature unknown to reality washed over him, wrapping him in the feeling of a warm blanket paired with the cold side of the pillow, and he felt his eyes close. A thought flickered across his brain and he smiled despite himself at the image of someone walking into the room and seeing a pale, freckled foot with a metal anklet and nothing else. Then, finally, he fell asleep.

Nicholas shot Kea a tired smile and stood up to leave. He reviewed the roster of people in his head, making a mental note to talk to the duo in the back at some later date. He adjusted the straps on his red coveralls and made his way back to the boy's room.

"Yup." He rolled up the sleeves on his grey sweater and ran a hand through his hair

"If we need to, I can sneak up on him." Nicholas offered hesitantly. He stifled a yawn and leaned back in his chair a little.

Nicholas raised his hand.

Nicholas had woken up sometime during the circling. "What's goin' on?"

Cupid stepped back a bit, startled. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Hey, everyone’s just a little stressed, no reason to fight, let’s all stay calm,” Cupid soothed, slightly panicked but trying not to show it.

Nicholas was finally falling asleep.

Cupid patted Fleur’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Your power would be useful in any other situation, it’s just this one time that it’s not,” he reassured.

{{yeh, he’s just not saying anything bc he’s not really creative}}

“What if we came to ‘im with stuff made o’ rocks an’ metal an’ stuff. Then ‘e can’t mess with it. We trap ‘im with those an’ talk to ‘im through some sorta speaker—“ Nicholas was cut off by another yawn.


{{I keep referring to him as Nathan bc im reading a book and that’s the MC’s name, but I’m on mobile so i can’t edit it so please excuse my extensive mistakes}}