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Parahumans Chapter 2: The PRB
Rain feel down upon the streets of London. Some complain, others just call it the Great British weather. The pavements are bustling with people, a canopy of umbrellas above them all, providing a shield against the falling water. It's all business as usual.
That is, if one were to only look at the surface. should you look deeper in - inside warehouses, underground, within security fences, dwells the government's Parahuman Regulation Bureau - the PRB, for short. In recent years, parahumans had begun to appear, first a few in London, then more and more across the globe, until it became a threat to be handled.
Sure, some used their powers for good - the very first Parahumans, in the boroughs of London, were the ones to defeat the deliverers, who would seek to destroy them and all those with powers.
Others, though, did not have such good intentions. Many who attained their powers would go on to become villains, using their powers to rob banks, hack security systems, and kill others.
Hence why the PRB was founded, to stop those who would use their powers to do harm to the land of Great Britain. It not only had elite personnel, from the military and other walks of life, but also parahumans themselves, who wished to use their powers for the good of others. Even a few of the first parahumans are now among their ranks, their powers having developed and changed as they trained and become more powerful, making them arguably the most experienced people there were in parahuman affairs.
Now, the PRB had begun its latest recruitment, but this time it was different. Skilled personnel who could be useful to them were accepted as always, but this time, minor criminals on parole were also taken in among them, to serve their penance to their country.
|PRB Headquarters|
|Main Hall|
|Main Hall|
The large, open area of the site was like a decently-sized school gym, with a wooden floor, and bleachers to the sides. The main difference was the lack of sporting equipment - no basketball hoops, no football goals, no lines upon the floor. Any equipment needed would be moved onto and off of the hall floor as was needed.
In the middle at one end was placed a stage and podium, where stood a tall man, with greying hair, wearing a dark suit, a crimson tie, and a white shirt. He had a clean-shaven, handsome face, with a strong jawline, but tired, blue eyes.
Those assembled were the newest recruits to the PRB. They'd gone through the selection process, been accepted into the organisation, and today was their first day on the site at which their new training would be conducted.
"Welcome, all, to the Parahuman Regulation Bureau. As you should now, today we begin your training, and I believe that if you've been accepted, then you'll all be sure to progress, and become great at what we do here - stopping all parahuman threats in their tracks.
"Now, your first training session shall begin shortly. We currently have three trainers waiting to see what you can do in terms of hand-to-hand combat, and your performance will let us gauge what level of skill you're all at. Please, come into the centre of the room, and our trainers will pick you out one-by one for evaluation."
As they would come down from the bleachers, the man surveyed them, wondering who would make trouble, who would do well, who would fail, and who would top the class. It was part of his job to know looks could easily deceive, but they could often paint a general picture.
six sparring mats, two for each trainer, were laid out around the group, as each one chose their first subject.
(The trainers will wait for everyone to make their introductory post before choosing individual subjects. Signups are still open!)
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