Clarice Ferguson

Clarice Ferguson. 30. Teacher and Mutant.

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@wonderborn​

It was nostalgic ​if Clarice was being quite honest. This museum was a place she had come to plenty of times. Well...Not this exact museum, being from a different universe and all. But something similar to it. It had also been where she had stolen her first artifact...Her first big time gig. Clarice might not have felt the best about her past, but at the end of the day? She did what she felt like she had to do to survive. No one was hiring her at the time due to her appearance after all.

So lost in her memories, Clarice accidentally bumped into another woman. “My apologies,” Clarice said as she offered her hand should the other had fallen backwards due to the impact. “I have made a habit of thinking at the worst of moments, recently.” Clarice said with a small sigh, a small quirk of her lips showing her amusement.

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@kxtherinepryde

“Miss Pryde?” The barest amount of surprise hinted at Clarice’s tone as she looked at the other woman, raising an eyebrow curiously. “I will admit, I’m quite surprised to see you here.” Clarice had missed the girl. In her original timeline, her and Kitty had been the only two women left in their group...But this Kitty wouldn’t know that. Wouldn’t know that in another dimension, Clarice had considered her a sister. 

“What can I do you for?” 

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@firstxman​

Clarice let out a sigh as she lazily ran a hand through her hair. Or at least, up until the braid. The girl had finally gotten done with her counseling sessions today. Clarice was always happy to help the people at the institute and whoever Charles brings to her...But a lot of their stories hit close to home for her. Something that could be both an advantage and disadvantage. Cause she could relate as being a mutant that’s hard to hide, but the memories that come with it can be a bitch. 

“I hope you weren’t planning on sneaking up on me,” Clarice said as she heard the (loud) footsteps behind her, her gaze still staying skyward. “You’re practically trampling through the grass.” Clarice said with a quite chuckle as she peeked over her shoulder to see the familiar face of a man that had perished in her timeline. “What can I do for you, Mr. Summers?”

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heartheblackdamncanary​:

Dinah was cleaning up outside the flower shop after a long day, straightening up a display that some kids had knocked over when roughhousing outside on the sidewalk. She’d gotten it all fixed up for the night and was planning on finally locking up for the evening when someone stumbled right into her.

“Hey!” she exclaimed and then paused at the stranger’s apologies before her eyes softened with concern. “Hey,” she said again, ducking to look at the obvious mark on the girl’s face. “Are you okay?”

Clarice’s practically neon green eyes regarded the woman in front of her. Clarice was still getting used to being in a non-apocalyptic universe. She was used to people fighting each other left and right for supplies and rations...Not showing concern towards one another. Needless to say, it was a rather happy change. 

“It’s nothing,” Clarice said quietly, shoulders lifting in a lazy shrug. “I’ve been through worse, and likely will.” Clarice said with a small chuckle. “The perks of looking like I do.” Clarice said with a small hum. She was repeating it as if it was a fact and something unavoidable. Which to her knowledge? It pretty much was. 

[laguerradelasgalaxias]

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[afellowgoodsir]

No, that’s not power…

This is power.

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Clarice Ferguson wasn’t exactly a very talkative woman. She tended to be a rather quiet woman who stayed in her lane and tried to help out whenever she could. The only time she was too talkative was when she had alcohol with her, and she was pretty sure that her current alcohol levels was to low for her to be talkative. So...With all this in mind...Why did a stranger decide that she was the type of person to blab about the inhumanities of mutants. Especially considering her obvious mutant features. It was obvious that he wasn’t the most...Observant.

And when he finally did notice? His reaction caught her by surprise. Which was the only reason Clarice would admit to the black eye that she sported. The mutant let out a sigh as she made her way down the street, trying to ignore the throbbing pain. The man was rather lucky that it was her he had hit. She knew plenty of other mutants who wouldn’t have slipped away...Who would have been more than happy to kick his ass for assaulting them.

“Apologies,” Clarice muttered as she bumped into someone on accident after a rather painful throb of her eyes had them blurring for a moment. “Do you know where the closest gas station is around here?” Clarice was still trying to get used to this universe, and she needed some ice on this eye NOW.