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Leo sat bundled up in a thick coat, cramming himself between the bench seat and the wall of the small ferry boat. He knew that it would get hotter later in the day, but for now, the sun was barely peaking over the horizon. The outlines of mountains were barely visible in the distance, but Leo was not looking. He'd already had to use his last bit of money to get a taxi to take him to port, and the journey had left him paggered. Plus, the old rusty fishing vessel tossed back and forth gently in the water, almost like it was rocking him back to sleep.

He was just kind of going to chalk the weird bird-doll person steering the ship up to this sleepiness. Yes, this was a summer camp for weirdos like him, so it was going to be a bit eccentric, but Leo still couldn't quite come to grips with it. Being on someone's boat was weird enough; other people with superpowers would be something his mind would need to gnaw on for a bit. Still, all of the other campers were milling about with him on this boat and he'd be living with them for weeks, so he would need to get used to it eventually.

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Meanwhile, said weird bird person, Caladrius Monday, had their beady black eyes fixed straight ahead. Luckily, the water was calm, and Caladrius had gotten a lot better at boat driving. The water was dark but the sun was rising quickly, turning the sky pumpkin orange. They imagined that if they were human, they would be filled with awe at this kind of sunset. But Caladrius was a golem, and it was just another sunrise.

In the distance, they could see the outline of the familiar island, with its dense forests and picturesque buildings, where Marnie and Mr. Monday were waiting for the new group of campers. They could see the dark wooden dock into which they were supposed to drive the boat. Well, not into into. That was the mistake they made last time, and that's why the front of the boat was... just a little bit dented.

Seinaga hummed as they looked over the side of the ship, watching as the waters crashed and flowed against the side of the vessel. Scratching at the skin behind their ear in boredom, fingers carefully dancing over and around the seasickness patch that Pops had slapped on them. Not that they got seasick, but Seinaga just allowed for the man to worry about them and do this one little thing before the hero couldn't do it for a long time.

They hummed a little as a flash of grey broke the surface of the water before once more diving into the depths. Golden eyes widened a little, a hint of interest appearing in their depths as a hope rose within their chest. When the silvery back of the dolphin failed to appear a sigh left their mouth. Body turning so that their arms loosely dangled over the railings and his head bobbed in the vague direction of the rest off their fellow summer campers. Eyes fluttered closed as their head tilted back once more, feeling the long tail of their hair flutter over the edge of the rails and get caught in the winds grasp.

It felt nice in a way. Like flying, but with far less effort. The muscles in their left leg twitched as they quickly grew bored. Fabric rubbing against the limb unpleasantly as the straps of their backpack shifted along with the movement, and causing the suitcase that they had packed to move along with it. The hard golden shell shifting and displaying the multitude of shiny stickers that coated its surface. Fossils, creatures of myth, fantasy and reality, and even places that Seinaga had traveled to with their parents.

"Friiiiiiiick this is making me so boooooored." They whined, voice going into an almost unnatural high pitch that would probably be painful for anyone with super hearing. Such high levels of boredom almost made them want to shift, either grow a pair of wings or go all merperson and explore the seas that the boat was traveling over.

Novocain was so far not a big fan of this boat ride. There was water and strangers everywhere, a dangerous soup in his opinion. It was also boring- so so boring. So far the most interesting thing was the different shapes he could make out of the very few clouds far overhead. That and the sound of the boat moving slowly through the water. They could speed up, couldn't they? It's not like everyone was staring in awe at the island over the front of the ship. He grumbled under his breath, wondering if he should do something stupid.

He sat near the back of the boat. Or well, he stood up against a wall looking out towards the back. In his hand was a plastic bag filled with a few pairs of spare clothes and nothing else. That's all he needed, he could steal from the other campers if it wasn't. He did have one more thing. Tucked into his obnoxiously colored sock was a knife. A small one but deadly sharp. It was something he carried out of habit- a little tool of mayhem.

Novo was beginning to get bored as he stood watching the tumbling waves. He dropped his stuff and walked towards the railing. The boat was tall and he couldn't reach the water from here. He wouldn't want to though, that stuffs evil. He was torn from he thoughts about evil liquids by someone expressing there boredom in a very high pitched way.

"Tell me about it." He called back, agreeing with whoever said it. He wasn't going to go looking for them though. They're all gonna be stuck on an island together. There's no need for introductions now.

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Turtle wasn't having a good time. There are way too many people here and she is way to far from home. How could she have ever thought this would be fun? Oh past Turtle why do you always do this!

She sat shaking by one of the benches. Not on it but directly besides it. She had her in front of her, shielding her from as much of the world as possible. She was sure everyone her was nice and the boat wasn't out to get her but she wouldn't forgive herself in anything was otherwise.

She could hear people talking about being bored. Are they not nervous? Not even a little? That would be nice. To enjoy the sea while they were on it instead of cowering like she was. She loved water. I mean she was pretty much conscious plant so it would be weird if she didn't.

Instead of enjoying how the water looked she was content with just listening to the waves crash against the boat.

Raiden sat against the inner wall of the small ferry, facing away from the open space that lead to the edge of the boat. He'd never liked water, especially because he could easily kill anything in it and today he did not want to potentially fry an entire ecosystem. He shuffled uncomfortably at the thought, pulling his limbs closer together than they were before.

The other reason he was facing the wall was due to embracement. There were plenty of electrical sources around him, from different wiring systems to even the phones that some people carried, he could feel the amount of electricity in the air and he did not want all of it to surge towards him. The last thing Raiden needed was to get overcharged over a body of water surrounded by unfamiliar people.

So, to protect these sources from getting subconsciously drained he directed his power to another source. One that he had brought to specifically for this reason, a nice 40 hour power bank with a charging cord that was casually placed in his mouth.

Normally, the bank would be used to charge a phone (and it normally did because for some reason his phone always got drained first.) But now, it was being used to somewhat control his power although most of the nearby sources were still being drained a little. He didn't know how to focus his power onto one source, or even if that could be done!

Raiden watched the small strands of lightning that zipped around him, giving the air a static feel. He reached for insulated electrical gloves and carefully slipped them on, watching the lightning slowly fizzle out until it was trapped underneath the rubber.

They were your standard electrical gloves, capable of withstanding high voltage, only they stretched up to where Raiden's shoulder was. The gloves meant he could touch and hold things without shocking them and they fit nicely underneath his jacket. The gloves had been specially made by someone in the apartment he had lived in, although Raiden never figured out who that was.

He shifted again, listening to the crashing waves on the side of the boat. It was peaceful and calming. Raiden closed his eyes and listened to the waves, letting his mind water in the rhythm.

The novelty of an island summer camp was well displayed by the rising of dawn over the ferry on the water. The vast promise of new sights, sounds, people and experiences all settled into the passenger boat at the moment, a shimmering haze of anticipation unseeable in the air. For what was better inspiration for a poet or a daydreamer than a new beginning of extraordinary circumstance?

It was shame that the poet in question was sleeping through their inspiration.

Xavier hadn't meant to fall asleep mere minutes into the boat ride, but twas the fate of one with narcolepsy - it never struck when one intended to. To their credit, they had hardly been bothered in their last moments of consciousness as they felt their usual drowsiness reach out and beckon from the dreamland Xay so rarely distanced themselves from.

The only issue now was how the other campers would navigate off the ferry with an unconscious Xavier in the aisle between seats, the effect of his powers no doubt inspiring drowsiness in those nearby. But the boat hadn't quite reached the shore, so that was a problem for later.

Then, of course, there were the illusions. Fortunately for those bored on ship, but perhaps less so for the more easily startled fellows, Xavier's power was interesting in the way it did not deactivate when its weidler was sleeping.

To the contrary, they only became more vigorous despite the reduced active range. Currently, a cat made from spaghetti and a small school of illusory jellyfish were dancing around their conjuror's sleeping form, having the time of their manifestations reenacting Xavier's current dream, which had something to do with... a blackbird watermelon pie?

Well, at least something, no matter how ephemeral, was enjoying the novelty in the trip to camp.

Wren was always told that the ocean was a beautiful sight to see. And he believed it. He dreamed of seeing how the waves crashed against the sand with its never ending song. He wanted to feel the suns rays sink into his bones and warm him more than the forest ever could. He wanted to be there with his family, whether it’s quietly reading a book on the beach or tackling each other into the salty waves.

However, here he was.

Wren stood towards the front of the rusty ship, humming ever so quietly to himself as he peered down towards the waves that crashed against its side. It was colder than he first expected it to be... Actually, it was MUCH colder than he’d liked. His hands trembled on the cold metal railing and he had his chestnut wings tightly folded against his back.

Maybe it would’ve been smarter to go inside. But….that would also mean there’d be more people he’d have to be around and that’s the last thing he wants right now. Yes, these people are supposedly like him but he can’t shake the uneasiness that crawls up his spine every time he’s close to a stranger.

Don’t get him wrong though, he’s excited to explore the world a little more and meet others like himself! But it’s terrifying at the same time. Would they accept him? Or mock him for his almost useless abilities. Would they be jealous of his wings and try to take them away like- like..

Shaking the thoughts out of his mind, his emerald eyes traced over the waves. They were beautiful in a way. They were painted with the soft hues of the sun rising and the stories he heard about the colorful life underneath the waves only intrigued him more. Although, he always had to remind himself that as beautiful it is, it’s dangerous and could easily take him under with its icy cold grasp.

Shifting away from the water, he let out a silent sigh and slid his back down against the railing to sit on the dirty flooring, making himself to seem smaller than he already was. He brought his lone satchel onto his lap and hid further into his sweater and the embrace of his wings, to protect himself from the icy winds and the icier stares of others.

- - - It was... Too crowded.

- - - Glenn sat leaning on the edge of the transport vessel. His stark, orange eyes stared out at the waves, trying not to make eye contact with any of the others here for this mysterious Camp he'd been handed a personal invite to attend. He was apprehensive at first: why hang out with a bunch of strangers he'd probably never see again? Why risk letting them see what he could do in case they did? But... It was something to do, a place to escape to, a chance to get a change of scenery and maybe find some people he could actually trust, even though that was a slim to none chance.

- - - And, quite frankly, he was already pretty damn annoyed at the company.

- - - He tried to focus on the water, keep back the biting remarks that made him grind his teeth, the itching at the back of his hands where the hastily inked X's sat. A heavy combat boot tapped at a nearly menacing pace on the waterlogged boards, looking over and letting a growl rumble his chest at the minuscule displays of power surrounding him. He could feel the ghost-twitch of ears listening into the muttering conversations on the other side of the boat, narrowing his gaze out at sea.

- - - This was going to be a long-@%$ summer.

Dez rubbed his arms looking around at the ship. There was a surprising amount of people outside despite the wind, himself included. He was quite excited at the opportunity to interact with people other than his mom, as he hasn’t done so in years. They’d all have abilities too, so hopefully they didn’t mind him that much?

It also meant he could finally use his ability again safely, if anyone would let him have some of their blood and have the patience to teach them their ability slowly. And even if they didn’t, at least he would be able to make some actual friends for once… He smiled at the thought. People that he could talk to, interact with. He’d be able to run around and be outside, be a kid like he was supposed to be.

Dez glanced around once more. Should he talk to someone? Introduce himself? He felt his stomach twist at the idea. He remembered being a social person years ago, but the idea of it made him nervous. What if he messed up and everyone hated him? Or if they teased him since his ability has strictly dependent on other people.

He attempted to shake the idea away, though it still plagued the back of his mind. His a sigh he ruffled his black and white hair and headed inside, carefully hoping onto a seat around where another passed out camper was, illusions about them. He watched them for a bit, intrigued. As he grew a bit tired he looked out one of the windows and zoned out as they approached the shore…

Tori twirled her pencil as she gazed out the window, a piece of paper covered in doodles in front of her. The water was calming, but the closer they got to the shore the more her anxiety rose.

What was she thinking, joining a summer camp!?!

She was practically allergic to the sun, hated to socialize, and what would the others think about her useless power. She shook the thoughts away, deciding to focus on the positive. Moth curled up on her lap to comfort her. She sighed and turned back to her sketchbook, her mind still spinning. Oh well, at least Moth seemed somewhat excited to meet new people.

Taking inspiration from the beautiful view, Tori sat back and started to sketch the water. At least the camp might give her more inspiration than her family's boring apartment.