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technickpathy:

“Is that your power, then? Assertiveness?” Nick laughed. It was a joke, obviously, but he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if I have the inability to keep my thoughts to myself was actually considered a mutation. It certainly wouldn’t be the strangest thing he’d ever seen. That title went to the famous mutant who had six extra feet of skin. That didn’t even DO anything. Talk about useless.

“I don’t think I’d qualify saying stuff then backing out of said stuff as assertiveness, so no... but I can do this.” That said, she took his actual hand, letting her own fingers start to crystalize, all up her wrist. “Being a little prudent would top all this, any time. Honest.”

#C: Nick #// Poor dude tho

rookleo:

“Can you not?” Leo grumbled gruffly, “It’s annoying.”

“Noted. Won’t ever do the same mistake, Jeez.” She replied, looking down and... well, partially reminding herself not everyone was worth placing her attention on.

#C: Leo

fcksullivan:

“I’m offering.” With her look, he gave her a slight nod. He did watch her carefully, though. Out of nothing more than curiosity– he didn’t grant permission to touch the wings with just anybody and people had a habit of treating the offer like it was some honor. They would delicately let their fingers graze over his primaries and generally treat the whole experience as if his wing would fold under their hands if they applied too much pressure. It was kinda funny, kinda irritating. They were not fragile things. They were just extra limbs. But, although it was normally weird to have someone pet him like an exotic parrot, he didn’t mind this. She obviously had been wondering for a while– and she hadn’t been the one to ask.

He held his hands up in surrender when she retreated, coughing with her mutation spreading up across her face. It was… A very interesting reaction, and his own eyes were wide staring at the result of his light tease. Really, now that he thought about it, was there a difference? No, none in particular. The only purpose of the inquiry was to poke a bit of fun. No harm intended. He didn’t answer her, but extended a hand. “Easy there. Don’t get too choked up, Rocky. My name is Sullivan.”

It wasn’t so much that Andy took it as a honor, but rather the realization of something that had been going through her mind for a while now. Ever since she saw him he had been really hard to miss and eventually, why not? Seeing him so often, and so easily, made it hard for her to focus her attention on other boys at times. That wasn’t that strange now, was it? Her fingers traced the feathers before taking one in between her fingers, not tugging at it as much as she was simply getting the texture of it. She had handled birds before but they never did feel like Sullivan’s wings; which was to be expected, after all, this was a guy, not a bird. “Was it painful when they came out?”

He looked puzzled, and that was a good thing, since it probably meant he was wondering what was going on, and if her choking was the cause of her face suddenly crystalizing, and not a very evident, very embarrassing blush at being busted about something. “I’m okay, I’m okay! I wasn’t expecting you’d ask that out of nowhere. Specially not when I was in the middle of fondling your wing.” Poor selection of words, Andy. Really poor. Ah, well, it was what it was. “Rocky? You’re seriously calling me that?” She asked, with a soft laughter.

#C: Sullivan

pvrvdcx:

“Alright, what the hell is a keyblade? That’s, like, the third new kid since I got here that’s asked if I can make them. The answer is obviously yes, because I mean, c’mon, this is me, but I’d kind of have to know what they are first.”

“I... think it’s something from a videogame, I’m not sure though, because I don’t think I ever owned the console where it was exclusive back then and after that I–Anyway, it’s... ” She pulled a piece of paper from her bag and a pencil, starting to draw, with the tip of her tongue protruding in between her lips. “It’s this thing.“ A key, essentialy, that had a guard with a handle, a hilt, and a head at the end of the shaft that resembles the teeth of a skeleton key. “It’s supposed to be big. Kinda like a sword? You’d look cool carrying one of those around, for sure.”

#C: Tobias

fcksullivan:

Sullivan watched, admittedly curious, as her skin turned hard and crystalline– into DIAMOND before his very eyes. It was… quite spectacular, the way it spread over her forearm so smoothly like another layer of skin. Really, some of the other people at the academy had remarkable abilities. Creating fire, manipulating reality, turning to diamond. Powers so incredible in nature, but hidden behind human facades. Well. Normal facades. He looked back to her, to say something, before just nodding. “Nice.” In thought, he turned back to the book he wasn’t going to read for a grand total of three seconds before closing it.

“Here.” He shifted around in his seat to stretch out a wing in her direction. Normally, he HATED people touching his wings. Okay, hated was an overstatement. It was a minor peeve; mostly because he saw them as nothing more than limbs and it was like people constantly caressing his arm or something. Just weird and kind of annoying. But, this was an eye for an eye. It was a trade off. Plus, she essentially called him pretty. That in itself was intriguing. “Makes sense. You were staring pretty hard, am I wrong in guessing it wasn’t just at the wings? Do you think I’m pretty too?”

“Really?” She stared at his wing with child-like excitement as she hesitated on whether or not to touch it. Andy knew not everyone was okay with having their mutations tested like that. Even more because really, it just felt like extra judgement, or so she’d been told. Her hand stretched out gently, looking once at him before focusing on the feathers, her fingers barely grazing some of them before they settled at the upper part, stroking them down. Her mutation wasn’t evident, and she sometimes wondered what it’d be like if things were reversed and she was naturally diamond, with the ability to seem normal.

When he asked if she thought he was pretty, she choked on her own saliva, coughing as that same crystallisation on her arm went all the way up to her face, up her neck, jawline, cheekbones, stopping just at the bridge of her nose, her already big blue eyes widening a bit more as they settled on his face once more, her hand even falling from the feathers she was currently touching. The question really threw her off guard because honestly, no one had ever asked her that. “What... what difference would it make?”

#C: Sullivan

technickpathy:

“You kidding? Like anyone could compete with THIS,” he joked, extracting a bottle opener from his knifed hand. “And the best thing about it is that I can never lose my pen.” Nick stared fondly at his own arm; the Swiss Army Knife was his own creation, after all. He practically had to beg the school to let him keep it. Nick laughed at her last comment. “It’s the hand, trust me. The bit of mystery that tips people over the edge. Never used to hear that when I had four fully-functioning limbs.”

About to say something else, she found herself staring at a bottle opener and she couldn’t help but to let out a rather loud, rather snorting laughter, it had caught her by surprise and boy, did she enjoy laughing. “That I wasn’t expecting.” She offered, biting her tongue as she reached to touch just the tip of it. There was some skepticism in the way he laughed, but she decided not to say anything about that. Instead, she reassured him. “You probably just never met someone who couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself, that’s all. Although, mystery is always appreciated in a guy, yeah. Why bother when he’s so upfront about what’s up with him?”

#C: Nick

fcksullivan:

…Damn, son. It was a little unnerving, but Sullivan let slip a light laugh when he turned his head away from her. Damn. “Thanks?” That was the thing people said during these kind of situations. Right. “It’s not weird, it’s kinda… I don’t know, surreal. Are you a bird watcher or something? I can try to sing a song, flutter the feathers a little more. Give you a real show instead of me stretching.” Which was a ridiculous and not at all serious offer, but honestly he just might. He thought on her offer, brow raised and lips going tight in a quirky smile. “Okay. No explosions, though, right? Don’t want to be lit on fire today.”

“I wouldn’t dare explode anywhere near you, no. Here.” Setting her hand in front of him, she pulled the sleeve of her sweater up. Starting at her elbow, the soft skin went on turning into diamond, slowly sliding down her arm until eventually, it went down her wrist, her knuckles, and her finger tips. It wasn’t as brilliant as it usually was, but she thought nothing of it, perhaps she was just nervous; something completely justified seeing that he was visibly... well, not comfortable. She had probably messed up, as she usually did since some people didn’t like others being all too honest. Andy really hoped this would make up for it. “And... let’s just say I am a watcher, in general. People are interesting, and I like guys so the watching goes the extra mile... sometimes.”

#C: Sullivan

technickpathy:

“Good thing it’s NOT your only power, then.” Nick offered a reassuring smile. “Anyway, weird’s not necessarily bad, is it?” He glanced between his cyborg hand, metal leg, and her. “I mean, I wouldn’t exactly call this normal, but that doesn’t mean I’m complaining about it.” His right arm twitched. Sometimes he thought he felt his fingers again, but that was just a glitch. “How many part-robots can you say you know?”

“No, no it’s not, but this... this somehow feels more normal than what I felt I was before. Like everything’s right for once? Normal, actually normal.” It sounded idealistic, specially seeing how she could pass for non-mutant any day. “Again that’s just me, and... Yeah, not that many, but hey, you wouldn’t wanna be overshadowed by others like you, would you?.” Andy giggled, hopefully managing to make him laugh with her horrid joke. “If you must know, because I feel bad that you think I was staring at your metal parts, when I wasn’t... I just I think your handsome, that’s all.”

#C: Nick

fcksullivan:

It wasn’t… He’d gotten the look a few times– the awe. It was a common reaction along with disgust since his mutation presented itself so blatantly. It was a flashing, neon sign protruding from his back. It was impossible NOT to see unless you were blind. And for a long time, it was hard not to think into all the looks. He got over it eventually, but now– Now? He was a little amused by it. He folded the wings, a hand reaching back to smooth over his secondaries. “You definitely said that aloud. This is an interaction I’m having today, that’s… Wow. I’m flattered, really, I’ve never had someone so bluntly spew what they thought out like that. Kudos.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want you to think I meant to offend you because I really wasn’t. I just... I like looking at you.” She confessed bluntly. It really was pointless to deny it anymore, and really, what difference did it make? She had been doing so for the past three years and only now was she having a conversation with him, in a day or two she’d go back to her silent admiration, and he... well, he luckily wouldn’t think much of it other than someone being a weirdo over his mutation. “I can show you my stuff, if I can make this feel less weird? Unless it doesn’t feel weird then... I mean, whatever you want, really!”

#C: Sullivan

fcksullivan:

Deciding to humor her, Sullivan outstretched his wings and gave them a little flap. It rustled the papers on his desk but he didn’t move to right them. “Oh? If they’re distracting you so much, I can try to wear a coat or something. Throw a blanket over them. I’d hate to distract you from whatever you’re supposed to be doing.” The teasing wasn’t mean-spirited in the slightest, but it was accompanied with a cheeky grin.

For a fine amount of seconds, it was like her mind had gone haywire and she couldn’t make sense of anything that was going on in front of her other than the movement of his wings, the way they pushed things on the table, and of course... she couldn’t have shrugged her marveled, enamored expression off her face even if she had wanted to. “I’m so, sorry... this is so rude, I’m really not supposed to do anything else right now, and I saw you here, so I was hoping you didn’t notice and Jesus, they’re so beautiful, I–did I say that out loud? Oh, no...”

#C: Sullivan

technickpathy:

“It’s really fine,” Nick laughed. “We’ve all got something weird going on, right? Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here.”

Suddenly, she fell silent, thoughtful all of the sudden. She didn’t see herself or her mutation as something weird, but she could understand why others thought of it like that. “I suppose that’s true, but... it sure would be kind of pathetic if my only power was to spew awful excuses at conversation, wouldn’t it?” She half-smiled, her eyes going to the knife again, then up at his face. “Do you think what you’ve got going on is weird?”

#C: Nick

fcksullivan:

“… I mean, you can lie, but you were. Is something in the wings? On my face? What is it?” Sullivan pushed, only because it was an excuse to turn away from the book he hadn’t been reading.

“It’s... it’s your... you know, your wings are quite a thing and I like looking at them because they remind me of something good. I’m sorry.” She offered gently, compromising about just how much information she was giving him. It wasn’t just his wings she liked to look at, after all.

#C: Sullivan

technickpathy:

A curious look flashed across Nick’s features, but he didn’t press. He’d grown to assume that whenever anyone was staring at him, it was because of the piece of machinery sticking out of his arm. “Like I said, it’s useful.” He shrugged. “What would you have done?”

“I can imagine it is. Uh... maybe it was a dumb question? ‘cause I really don’t know what I would’ve done instead.” She asked, a little embarrassed with herself for a second, though she decided to laugh it off instead of letting it get to her. “It does look cool, in case you wonder? I mean, it looks wholesome with your frame and all that? And I’m asking way too many questions instead of stating things, I’m so sorry.”

#C: Nick

ashxcoal:

“ If one more person asks me to light their cigarette with my little finger, I will graciously use it to light their asshole hair, instead. I got no shame. ”

“Noted. One: Are people really asking you to do that?, and two: ... I think that would be a well deserved punishment, but I don’t think it’ll go unnoticed.”

#C: Ash

phntvms:

❛ i’m almost offended you needed to ask. ❜ reaching for the half of the muffin left, she stuffed a bite in her mouth, letting out a sigh of relief. ❛ you’re my favourite, you know that? so, you up to anything exciting today? ❜

“For all I know you could’ve gone and scold me for not finishing my food so of course I’m gonna ask.” She laughed, taking a bite of her apple. “You know? I figured as much, but oh feel free to remind me whenever you’d like. Also, no, I do not, so if you want to take me somewhere, by all means, lets go, girlfriend.”

#C: Daphne

technickpathy:

“It’s cool,” Nick replied breezily, the blade protruding from the knife where his hand should’ve been clicking softly back into place. He leaned back against his chair and laid his arm flat on the table. It was normal until eyes found the wrist: instead of a hand was a shiny, rounded piece of metal, and instead of fingers was a Swiss Army Knife, which now rested innocently on the wood. “It’s not as scary as it looks,” he added, noticing the look in her eye. “Dead useful, though. Thirty-six functions. Makes this guy look like a chump,” he laughed, indicating his regular left hand.

“... yes! Yes, the... the knife. I was staring at that. Yes.” With how many times she assured she was staring at that, it probably was apparent that it was, in fact, NOT what she had been looking at the whole time. Now that she was paying attention to it, it did look... interesting, to say the least. “Why a Swiss Army Knife, though? I-well, here’s hoping that’s not a dumb question. I’m just curious. Very.”

#C: Nick

phntvms:

❛ oh god, i got toothpaste in my hair again, didn’t i? ❜ quickly running her hands through her hair, trying to get at anything that might be in there. ❛ in my defence, my alarm didn’t go off, and none of my roommates woke me up. did i get it all? ❜

“Maybe... it’d help if you got that bit of hair wet? Toothpaste doesn’t come off that easy unless you yank those hairs out. I’d know... it’s happened to me too. Do you want me to come to the bathroom with you? That way if you’re late you can say it’s my fault.”

#C: Daphne

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