::Powered/SOURCE.exe

[anonconda]

::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. Thread.

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Marie Kreutz l The Bourne Series l OTA

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(Source.)

elise | fire emblem: fates | ota

[demoiselled]

[ source! ]

Kuvira | The Legend of Korra | F/F

[valdeiunctum]

[Powered.]

[freedomwon]

( we can make this as healthy or unhealthy as you like. also, if you'd prefer something else just let me know! )

[ For a pair who first met in their teen years rather than in childhood, they managed to excel just like any other. If not better. The soul-shattering emptiness that plagued them when they were apart would always be motivation to keep their bond strong. Fran would say anything they accomplished over the years was truly her partner's doing, whose will was greater than many and whose relentlessness surprised even her at times. But of course, others would say it would all be impossible without teamwork.

Once they return from a particularly arduous mission, Fran takes it upon herself to clean and bandage any wounds her partner had sustained. The area around them is quiet and calm and yet the viera senses something amiss within Kuvira. She's troubled, and has been ever since they came back. Maybe even longer. ]

Speak your mind.

[valdeiunctum]

[Survival. For as long as she can remember it had been the driving force behind every single one of her actions, every moment spent in training in earlier days. She had never known the love of a parent like some of the others she lived amongst, having been taken from the streets where she had been left. It never slowed her down, never stopped her from being the best at whatever they threw at her.

Then Fran came into her life and everything changed. She had a reason to live other than just survival, every fiber of her being driven to protect her. Her relentlessness her willingness to do whatever it took...her will. It was all due to Fran.

This mission had driven home a thought that would be considered illegal, a thought that could get the one person Kuvira cared about taken away...or worse. She thought it was best to keep to herself, to just lock away and ignore until it passed. So she kept silent as Fran tended to her wounds, hiding the slight twinges of pain that arose from some of the deeper cuts.

But of course Fran saw through her.

Slowly she took in their surroundings making sure they were well and truly alone, but even then her voice is quiet.]

I'm tired of being used. I'm tired of us risking our lives for these...people.

[freedomwon]

[ It's a thought that crosses many minds, she's sure. More often in some than others. But hearing it from Kuvira... Fran raises her head from her work, observing the other with gentle eyes. A moment later and her attention returns to wrapping the bandages around her upper arm. ]

...It is easiest, this way. [ Her voice is equally quiet, in a manner that's equally tired. Somber. When she's certain every little scrape and wound is taken care of, Fran moves to sit beside her partner, leaning her weight against her. She's drained, and can only imagine how Kuvira must feel with the brunt of the damage focused on her. Cheek upon shoulder, she takes a moment to simply enjoy the warmth and intimacy no one else could evoke from her. ]

But you always did like a challenge. [ Her words are spoken with fondness. Yet another trait she admired in Kuvira. ]

[valdeiunctum]

[She knows it's a thought that crosses minds, she's heard it whispered from those that have been here as long and longer still then them. It was a thought that crossed her mind once then not again till now. Kuvira can sense Fran's halted movements, her gaze distant as she stares at an unspecified spot in front of her.

For a moment her eyes drift to catch Fran's just as her partner returns to wrapping her arm as her own attention draws back to the wall. She let's out a quiet hum when Fran speaks, it is easier than running...they have everything they could ever need here. It would be so simple to just chalk it up to exhaustion and hope she could sleep it away, wake up with a renewed sense of determination.

As Fran finishes she shifts slightly, lifting an arm to lightly drape it around her partner's shoulders as she feels the familiar weight against her side. Her eyes close, head lowering as the contact eases the remaining tension from her body.

Her words elicit a short laugh, a lazy smile pulling at her lips.]

That hasn't changed. I believe it was just this mission drained a lot out of me, made me question things.

[freedomwon]

[ Kuvira's laugh uplifts her in ways she can't explain. Perhaps because it brings her back to the days they first became acquainted, when they spent hours talking and laughing in the middle of the night like children. They're some of the fondest memories in her life. ]

Well if your questioning is to one day become certainty, we would face our greatest challenge yet. [ She would follow her partner into any circumstance, always. As long as they were together there was a glimmer of hope in the most hopeless of situations. Pulling back slightly, Fran raises a clawed hand to cradle the other's cheek, observing tired features. ]

Rest. Whatever doubts plague you will be solved with a clearer mind.

[valdeiunctum]

[The previous lazy edge of her smile vanishes, becoming something warm and genuine. A look reserved only for Fran. Her own hand raises to lay across the one against her cheek and she turns her head slightly to press a light kiss against her partner's palm.]

It doesn't matter what sort of challenge we might face. [Kuvira's eyes raise to meet Fran's, steady and sure of the thought she's holding on to.]

We will overcome it, just like we always do.

[Slowly she leans back against the wall behind them, fingers gently curling around the hand still in hers. It takes her a moment to get comfortable, lifting her arm slightly in a silent invitation for Fran to join her again.]

/tags this into the sun tbh

[freedomwon]

[ The combination of such gentle actions and moving words makes Fran give in to a smile, brief but equally genuine. She nods in agreement before she's coaxed to move, scooting closer into her partner's arms to lie against her chest. It takes a moment for her, too, to adjust but when she finally settles into a position, her body relaxes and her eyes fall shut.

Sleep comes relatively quickly and easily after an eventful day like today, but like usual it doesn't last long. She learned long ago that viera and humes did not require the same amount of rest. So like usual, after she rises, Fran drapes a blanket across the other in place of her body heat.

Next she finds herself in the only place closest to being outside. Training grounds. Though with training the last thing on her mind, Fran simply sat and gazed up at the night sky. There seemed to be a lot of things to think over now more than ever. ]

[valdeiunctum]

[Exhaustion keeps her asleep even after Fran leaves, her mind going from pleasant silence to chaos. Her dreams are disturbing and nonsensical, waking her with a startled jolt. The blanket is shoved aside as she sits up from the wall, running her hands over her face. It's no surprise to her that the viera is gone and she takes a few minutes to collect herself before folding the blanket and rising from the bench.

Her thoughts quickly shifted from the disorganized mess in her head to wondering were her partner had gotten off to. She drifted from place to place, ignoring the other people who were still awake or just waking up until she finally found herself outside.

It's a relief to finally catch sight of Fran as she makes her way across the grounds. Not wanting to disturb her once she got close enough she silently sits down beside her, resting her elbows against her knees and her chin in her palms.]

[freedomwon]

[ Time bypassed in what seemed like a haze, Kuvira by her side once again and her thoughts just as jumbled as before. She turns her gaze upon her partner, silent and pensive a moment longer until her equally jumbled emotions prompt her to speak. ]

Never did I think someone like me would feel homesickness, someone so determined to get away from home. But a fate which denies freedom will always remind one of the fate which granted it. [ No matter how easy it was living here only so much (or so little) happiness was possible. Could the same be said with all the freedom in the world and very little resources? Was it possible even to sustain themselves just as well as the government, without the government?

Fran had already sensed she wasn't the only one troubled. It's partly why she feels the way she does. Raising a hand, she brushes a lock of hair from her partner's face. ] Did you have a bad dream?

[valdeiunctum]

[The silence gives her time to sit and not think, to stare idly at the grass as a breeze sends it stirring. Though soon the grass is forgotten in favor of her partner, eyes focusing on her and waiting until and while she speaks.

Fran's words brought her to think about her own home, about the parents she couldn't remember anymore and the burnt out building she'd resided in until the government found her. The world had begun to recover since then and while she didn't miss her old life...she believed they, together, could fare much better than she ever could alone.

They didn't need the government, didn't need the arrangements they had no matter how nice. Perhaps it was better to live with little and be truly happy then live with anything one could want and have to take what shreds of happiness one could find...

She blinks once when she feels the brush of the other's hand, muscles in her jaw working underneath her skin as she collected her thoughts and swallowed around the knot in her throat.]

From what little sense I made from it, you could call it that.

Elliot Alderson | Mr. Robot | OTA

[gr3ym4tt3r]

[Source.]

Peter Pevensie | The Chronicles of Narnia | OTA

[wunderking]

[ More likely source, but can do either. ]

Re: Peter Pevensie | The Chronicles of Narnia | OTA

[tinkermoose]

At almost twenty years old and still unpaired, Josh knows that people expect him to be a ball of unfocused anxiety and barely suppressed rage, but even after all the years in training, all the efforts to find him a suitable source to pair with, that's just not how he's wired. He's never walked into one of these meetings expecting failure, but when it's come he's never walked out of one enraged or despaired. It'll happen one of these days, until then it's worth waiting to find the right partner.

None of that means he isn't nervous, though, and he's got his hands tucked into his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched to make himself at least a little less overwhelming as he enters the room where his latest prospective source is waiting. He pauses just inside the door, shifting a little awkwardly, and pulls one hand out of his pocket to push shaggy hair back from his face as he grins, wide and bright, at Peter.

"Hi, I'm Josh." He doesn't approach any closer or offer his hand, even as a faint buzz of warmth under his skin makes him want to. He'll leave it to Peter to decide if he feels comfortable closing the distance between them.

[wunderking]

Peter actually isn't particularly nervous. He's curious and interested, both in Josh and in the potential and possibilities that come with finding a match, but he isn't agitated.

Which is why he meets Josh with an easy if somewhat reserved smile. Somewhat reserved applies to all of him, actually, from his neatly and precisely cut hair, to his button up shirt and the state of his nails when he steps forward and offers Josh a hand.

"Hello, Josh. I'm Peter, and it is a pleasure." His voice is clean, crisp, and precisely British, but it's not cold and neither is he. The reserve is there, but so is warmth.

And he too isn't pushing contact. Simply offering it.

He can feel the pull, but he won't make it a demand.

[tinkermoose]

Oh that... that's a good sign, that Peter's not intimidated, by his size or his age--and thank god they haven't thrown him at a twelve or thirteen year old just searched and brought in for training again, even if he's done his best at every one of those meetings since he was that age himself, as well. But this- His broad smile goes warmer and a little softer as he folds one massive hand around Peter's in a carefully firm but gentle grip.

They... definitely make a mismatched pair, if they're a pair at all. Josh towering over Peter the way he towers over almost everyone: six foot five and still not done growing, broad shouldered and rangy in a way that makes it clear he'll be solid as an ox once he finally reaches his full growth, and with an air of coiled power that all the good-natured smiles and careful slouching in the world can't really conceal. He's wearing a loose t-shirt and baggy jeans that are nearly an inch too short after his latest growth spurt, scuffed up trainers and his ever present smile. There's none of Peter's reserve or precision, but he's just as tidy in his way, scrupulously clean down to his well scrubbed nails and neatly trimmed cuticles.

"Have they been throwing you at twelve and thirteen year olds too?" he asks impulsively, smile going wry. And he should probably let go, but he really doesn't want to so he just makes sure his grip is loose enough to be easily pulled away from as he examines Peter with intent curiosity.

[wunderking]

Peter is very, very aware of how careful Josh is, in taking his hand and making sure not to squeeze too hard. He wouldn't be intimidated, anyway, but it still speaks well of the man - and his consideration of others.

The slouching on the other hand - is all about Josh.

He doesn't linger in the handshake overly long, but doesn't flinch or wrench back in a hurry, either, just shakes the hand with a firm (but not overly firm) grip, and let's go with a bit of a laugh.

"Occasionally, but not terribly often. I think they're probably more interested in getting the other half of the equation paired off than me." Which was not a bad thing. He liked children but - "It was awkward all around."

[tinkermoose]

He lets go without hesitation and tucks his hands back into his pockets again in what's clearly a habit. It also helps with the impulse to reach out again in response to the warmth buzzing under his skin. He thinks... he thinks maybe this could work, and he's not going to risk screwing things up by pushing.

"So awkward," he agrees with a laugh of his own, and that's just as warm and easy as almost everything else about him is. "I mean, I know it shouldn't matter, finding the right match is what's important, not how old they are, but-" He shrugs and grimaces faintly, remembering the delicately petite eleven year old girl last month who'd clearly been restraining herself from bursting into tears at the prospect of possibly being bonded for life to a towering grown man. "Have you been in training for long?"

[wunderking]

"I have a thirteen year old sister. I can't decide if that makes things more or less awkward." The meetings with children, he means. Probably a bit of both, really, in different ways.

He watches Josh tuck his hands away and jut generally watches Josh and listens to him. He's already decided that there's something there, but it isn't his place to force. It isn't Josh's either, if they do this right.

"Not as long as you'd think given my age - but, given my age, probably longer than most of the people you've been meeting with." He inclines his head a bit. "Do you want to sit down?"

Not that he cares about the size difference but Josh may and, well, things will be easier.

[tinkermoose]

He can always tell when someone's a potential partner, can feel that warm buzz of a source tugging at him and making him want to reach out for more. But potential isn't actual, isn't any kind of guarantee, as he's spent years learning over and over the hard way.

"I don't have any siblings, but I've been here-" He gestures vaguely, indicating the facility in general. "Since I was twelve." Both eyebrows go up and he shrugs, hands still in his pockets. "On the one hand I'm really really used to being around kids." And everything that goes with it. "On the other... I'm kind of getting tired of the little rug rats," he confesses with a self-deprecating smile.

He looks around at the offer and, after a moment's thought, takes one corner of the smallest couch, big hands draped loosely over his knees as he sits. "Thanks. Would you like some water, of coffee?" He nods at the carafes with their mugs and glasses on the table, and tips his head a little as the whole tray slides smoothly the foot of so needed to be in easy reach. It can't hurt to make sure Peter knows he's more than competent in the basics, even without a source to augment his power, right?

[wunderking]

For whatever reason, Peter takes the admission of being tired of rugrats - and by extension the facility - combined with that subtle display as some sort of signal.

He leans forward, starts to take the carafe and then stops. and looks at Josh.

He crosses the distance and sits down beside the much larger man. "Possibly." He holds his hand out, because while not strictly necessary it is so, so much easier to feel and judge. "Let's play."

[tinkermoose]

Josh stills abruptly, smile frozen on his face, as Peter starts to reach for the carafe and then stops and looks at him instead. Had that been wrong? Should he have just waited?

The fact he's actually sitting completely motionless, big, raw-boned hand clapped tightly on his knees instead of hanging loose, makes it obvious that he'd never been quite completely still before. And then the tension's suddenly gone, draining away like water through a sieve as Peter crosses to sit next to him.

His smile's not as wide this time, but it's warmer as he teaches to slide his palm over Peter's, fingers curling around the smaller man's in a very different grip than before. And this time he lets himself feel the pull between them, a warm buzz of power and potential that could, he knows, become so much more.

"Ready?" he asks, eyes sparkling, eager, as he waits for confirmation from Peter before he dares to try and draw any of the power coiled beneath Peter's skin.

yukimura chizuru | hakuouki | m/f

[floweringout]

[Source.]