The Cost Of Power

Destined to Fight, Doomed to Fail

TW: [None, be watchful is my advice]

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««««One day later»»»» 

"As you all know," the British doctor began, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, dusting off her red-lined black lab coat "We are going to be selecting a small group of you to go against a tier five from America, who shall be arriving within the hour if I'm not mistaken." She looked to her left, as if to look for affirmation for her words to stand on.

George watched her intently, she didn't even spare the auditorium of children a glance away from her clipboard. He raised his hand, feeling the blood rush down the longer it stood. 

"Yes, what is it G14?" Huh, well I'll be damned, she managed to catch his hand after all.

"Is this the same kid that took down a whole army at seven? You know, the one that adults couldn't beat?" He smirked a little, hiding it well behind an innocent face, mimicking curiosity and feigning ignorance to the shocked gasps and quivering eyes the darted between him and the women on the stage. She sighed and mutter something inaudible to the covered mic, leaning towards the nearest guard and flicking her golden eyes towards the mischievous George.

"Yes, this set is the same one you are describing. I have the list of tiers that will go to sector beta on campus three, you will pack only your enhancement supplies and support gear, if you already have those one you then you will meet with Dr. Tingstrom and they will give you the bracelets that you will wear while to in the ring. They will also supply you with an index card with information about your opponents." She tilted her head towards an awkward looking figure wearing the same red-lined black coat, pins of colorful flags and animals surrounded their nametag, they must be new here, there's supposed to be a rule about pins and such. (Yesss we love non gender conforming representation yesss 😘🤪😍 I'm so fucking biased it's unreal ('▽'ʃ♡ƪ) lots of love to all my nb's out there with me.)

Said doctor walked onto the stage, clear nervousness written on their covered face, no doubt from the pressure of all the eyes on them. "Will the following sets and singlets line up single-file at the Eastern gate," they shuffled their little stack of papers, clearly looking for a list they had misplaced, "Tier four H13 from North sector one, Tier four J12 from North sector one, Tier four G14 from North sector one," 

It stopped; all of it. Time, his heart beat, even his processing of the words being spoken. G14, that was him... he was going to fight a god, and he most certainly would loose.

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I guess George wasn't moving fast enough for their liking- well, he wasn't moving at all to be fair but that's not the point; they pulled him out of his seat. Grabbing him by his wrists and physically dragging him out and into the line of overwrought and distressed tiers, doomed to the same fate as each other, nothing could change that. 

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Need help understanding what the hell I'm talking about? Never fear, I'm here to overexplain with run on sentences no one wants to read.

Tier: The strength of someone's power, they will fall under one of the five tiers and this is determined by a series of physical, phycological and medical tests all run from between five to seven years old. A person can change tiers as they age and exorcise their powers more although they typically stay in the same tier they were originally assigned only receiving a few points extra which might land them somewhere on the lower end of a higher tier if they move up. 

Set/Sets: Referring to someone(s) with duel powers. Although duel powers are rare amongst the general public, it its quite common to see a set within the wards with the population in any given ward of sets to singlets being 3:1

Singlet/Singlets: Referring to someone(s) with only one power, like our dear George, it is much more uncommon to find a singlet within the wards as singlets must be incredibly gifted to even make tier one within the ward system, often ending up as police officers or other lower professions where usage of ones power is allowed. Can't waste a whole childhood's worth of training now can we?

Inter-tier training/cross sparring: Exactly what it sounds like, to train or spar with someone of a different tier, often done with a neighboring tier; i.e. tier five can train with four, four can spar both three and five, three can handle four and two, two goes with three and one and one fights with only two. Typically this isn't done unless there is a serious shortage of suitable training partners and even then most ward staff would look for other partners in other camps, like how they are handling Dream.

Sectors: Different wings of a ward, split off into tiers then age groups by floor, West sector four floor two would mean they would be a tier one around eight to eleven years old, specifically they could be nine years old, a tier one and, depending on whether they sleep on the right or left side of the hall , male or female. (Non-Binary children stay on the top floors with special rooms made for whatever they were assigned at birth. Yes I have thought this through, no I will not explain why.)

-Moss, she/they/he/any 🐸🍄