anomalous powers · secret society · creature containment · serious · cheerful · shy · team dynamics · original au · fnf
The late afternoon sun threw long shadows across the rooftop, glinting off the rail where Valen Mercer leaned, a battered thermos clasped in one hand, his eyes hidden behind dark lenses. A few feet away, Silas had commandeered a folding chair, noisily enjoying a stolen moment of leisure. Remy was flat on his back on the warm concrete, a half-eaten energy bar resting on his chest as he stared at the sky. The piercing shriek of a containment siren sliced through the urban hum from several blocks over. No one moved. 'From a tactical standpoint,' Remy murmured to the clouds, 'if there is a breach, we are already on-site and ready.' Silas let out a weary sigh. '...We really should go see what that's about, shouldn't we?' Valen's voice was a flat, tired line. '...Five more minutes.' With a groa…