::Powered/SOURCE
 a sci-fi au meme
50 years ago, or 75 years ago,or 20 - it's hard to recall such precise numbers in the haze and hardship - the world almost ended. While the timing itself is remembered by few, the event serves as a sharp divide of before the Fall and after. The Fall, in all its terrible and explosive splendor, sent societies spinning on their heads, no matter if its intimate nature are unclear. Once again, humanity has had to claw its way out of the primordial pit, all its achievements sent to ruin in the face of a nuclear flare. What little governmental structure remain amongst the survivors is tyrannical, but astute. When those in charge noticed that offspring of those who hadn't been killed by the Fall were beginning to be born with unique abilities, they chose not to persecute this "new generation." Instead, they jumped at the chance to have a homegrown army to protect the fragile rebirth of man, learning little from the old mistakes.
These gifted individuals fall into two categories: those with psionic powers and abilities used for offense and those who have healing and rejuvenating properties. Apart, these are interesting parlor tricks, with psionics, called Powereds, being about to move items with their minds for a few inches or pick up heavier ones they shouldn't be able to or healers, called Sources, fixing up superficial wounds. The true potential lies in when a Powered and Source are brought together, however. Each Powered has a Source that is their match and vice versa, the lock to their key, right down to the very genetics. When the right pairing made, a Powered can move mountains or create energy weapons beyond compare, a Source can provide near infinite energy to their Powered or even bring living beings back from the brink of death. To belong to either of these groups is a high honor. So high, in fact, that as soon as a child shows promise, they are whisked away by higher authorities to be matched with their lifetime Powered or Sourced and begin their training, where, despite the risks, they will find better living conditions and more resources than they could have ever dreamed of out in the desolate, dying world.
This pair grows up together, becoming dependent on each other. Even if their personalities clash, the pull in their very nature evens things out; it is, after all, a psychic bond that connects Powered and Sourced. Without the presence of their Source, a Powered might find themselves enraged or worried or unsettled. On the other hand, a lonely Source may become listless or despaired. As two is where they find complete harmony, and their unity shows in the combat or espionage skills.
On record, romance between matched pairs is strictly forbidden. Off the books, though, it happens more times than not, with two people growing up together virtually since childhood who are programmed to be co-dependent, and it is highly encouraged by those higher up due to abilities being strengthened through both emotional connection and physical contact. There's no risk in it, in their eyes, only gain as they can terminate a pair quite easily. A Powered is useless without a Source, so the ultimate weapon has a kill-switch...and a useful weakness for blackmail purposes There are always whispers in barracks of someone who's doing a task because their Powered's or Source's life is at stake.
Once battle training is complete, each pair is assigned to an eight-man cell, comprised of four matched pairs like themselves. What these teams do depends upon their skill sets and training levels, with anything from peacekeeping to public relations to assassination being on the dossier. Yet the imperative is for those on front line is clear: protect your Powered or Sourced at all costs, even on the backs of the others on your team.
Without them, you are useless. Without them, there is no place for you in this world.
tl;dr sparknotes this because we want to get to the meme: Sentinels and guides had a baby with YA dystopian lit. After a near extinction level cataclysm, people began to develop abilities that fall into two categories: Powered (sentinel/warrior) and Source (guide/healer). Their true powers are only revealed when they find their one genetically compatible match. A shadow government kidnaps these individuals, puts them into lifebonds, trains them for combat, then sends them out in teams to do all the dirty work. Codependency, mind-bonding, unhealthy love, and bloody murder probably ensue.
- In the subject line, place your character name, canon, preferences, and whether your character will be a Powered, Source, or either.
- Reply to others!
- What will your character be doing? Being a late bloomer and only now meeting their partner? Training? On a mission? Enjoying some rare down time? Comforting their partner? Aftercare after the battle? Getting blackmailed? Climbing to the top of the ladder and infiltrating the government? Realizing their partner's getting a little too bloodthirsty? Falling in love with someone else's Powered or Source - absolute anathema. Facing certain death? It's up to you.
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Jim Kirk || Star Trek || m/m || Source
Root | Person of Interest || either + ota
usagi tsukino ( sailor moon ) f/m
Dave Strider | Homestuck | Powered or Source
warden amell | dragon age | powered or source.
Tony Stark || MCU || Source
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I'm just gonna put it under yours so here I am :3
:3 Lazy bones!
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leonard mccoy | star trek aos | ota
if anything needs changing let me know
... unless you slip through the cracks.
The slums that sprawl in the shadow of the City are almost endless, buildings piled on top of fallen buildings, warrens like rats nests above and under the dead ground, the vast, varied tropic layers of a jungle made of muck, swelter and decaying iron and mortar. Even with the desperate food bribed informants, the enforced DNA check points, the roaming trained Source and their Powereds, sometime... sometimes a body can slip through the cracks. It happens but with so many taken away by the City, most of the Gifted that manage to hide away never become much more than conjurers, living off their weak inborn talents, cradling the bare spark of their potential like a scavenger huddled over a dying fire. You don't find your other half by hiding.
Unless you're a doctor with a touch more grace in his hands than average who winds up stuck with someone you never asked for and a boost to your powers that lets you work those miracles you've always wanted to save people with but also draws attention you'd rather not have.
She shows up in what passes for a window in the latest run down hovel he's using for a clinic, a shadow that drops to land on the balls of her feet on that ledge in utter silence, somewhere between true darkness and utter emptiness in the forever dirty red twilight of the slums. She's already blood spattered.
There are no words, there never are from her and there's no expression on the porcelain she wears as a face but there are lightening glints in the darkness of her eyes and one small hand anchoring her to the rotting wood of the sill twitches. They've been together long enough.
Time's up. People he'd rather not see are coming. Time to keep running.]
pavel chekov | star trek | ota | source or powered
Sexy | Doctor Who | OTA
Raven | Teen Titans | OTA
Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA
Re: Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA
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Miho :: Sin City
Male!MJ Watson - Marvel - M/M
Mohinder Suresh >> Heroes >>
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But right now, they were both getting a break and Peter was levitating his bed, for some reason. He was one of the few that used his powers outside of fights and training. He genuinely seemed to enjoy it all. Even more mysterious was the fact that he decided to call his partner over to look at it. "Mohinder-" he looked around to find the man, smiling all the while. "I'm sure this is easier than it used to be. Something happened during that last mission."
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corazon | one piece | ota
Cougar | The Losers
Meta/Agent Maine | Red vs Blue | OTA
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So she was more or less his only means of verbal communication, as well as his battery. That didn't mean she wasn't formidable in her own right, even if her combat skills were more along the lines of that of an assassin as opposed to a tank. Hayley was always armed with something, be it knives, a gun, or something else equally deadly if only for her own protection.
At the moment though, they were awaiting orders, settled in the closest thing to a safe house their masters allowed, the one bedroom apartment spartan in just about everything, which left them nothing to really do.
Except for the bottle she'd lifted from a liquor store down the block and the leftover pizza on what passed for a table anyway. ]
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Rapunzel | Tangled
Re: Rapunzel | Tangled
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and then I got lost in new years and work oops.
lol it's fine, it happens
it does!
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also sorry i'm so slow. D: i'm running on mostly an evening tagging run
totally fine! that's normally my jam too I've just been stuck with a screwy work schedule lately :|
oh ew, totally no fun. then again i've got a close-open tomorrow/next day.
eh I'll happily take "screwy schedule" over "no hours"? and ewwww
...yeah, screwy schedule
:/
sorry for the delay!
The Dragonborn | Skyrim | OTA