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cullanshound:

“A real one? ‘Ow the ‘ell did she exist?” he asked, chuckling, “even back in me day we didn’t ‘ave raptors!” he said, mimicking her grin. Of course, it dimmed a bit as she mentioned running away due to her parents being super villains. Sure, it made sense. No child ever wanted to see their parents as the ones in the wrong, and that’s exactly what happened to her. “Ah…” How upset would she be if she truly knew the man before her? Cu himself had done a number of things that were considered normal back in the day, but are atrocities in the modern world.

“Sounds like quite a group. Oi’m glad ye found people ta ‘elp ye call a place ‘ome. It’s much ‘arder on yer own.” He meant that one.

Molly shrugged her shoulders at the question with a small grin. “I dunno exactly. Her parents had something to do with time travel. That’s about the extent of what I know.” She hesitated and added, “What I remember anyway. I was 11 so... Besides, the others thought they could protect me from some of it. I think I would have rathered that they didn’t. It never stopped bad things from happened, it just made it harder for me to understand when they did, you know?”

She hesitated before saying, “Me too. They’re my family, always have been. But it’s nice to be here too. To be around other mutants, you know? Makes me feel less... Less alone in the grand scheme of things, but at the end of the day I still miss them. They were my family. The only family I had. But I left because I needed answers, I needed to be in a place where I could explore my powers and see if... Well, see if there’s anything else to them besides being able to hit things. to see if there’s a way that my body won’t require so much sleep after a fight.”

#Cu

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ofpxrkcrs:

“oh god i didn’t even think of it being kinky and now i’m even more disturbed.” he said with a small laugh. “likewise molly.” the boy said before shaking her hand. “mutant high – i like it.” peter looked around before shrugging. “you can show me to the kitchen if you want? – i’m starving.”

“I am so not jealous of anything you might hear from the next room,” she couldn’t help but tease. “Thanks, it’s a fun nickname for it I think. I heard Bobby Drake use it once.” She started to lead the way down the hallway. “I will be happy to show you the kitchen, then I can get some food too. Not even gonna lie to you, I practically live for food so it’s like my favorite room in this place.”

#Peter

cullanshound:

Cu listened, as best he could with something looking helpless and tasty in front of him. Naturally he reminded himself that was just the lizard brain sitting in his new skull, but it did make things distracting. He rumbled in a sort of purr for a moment before watching her face fall in thought. Well, this was more emotional than he intended.

Giving one last squack the professor began to slowly shift back to his normal self, wincing as he tore a few things internally and quickly healed up. It was a rough process learning the direction things needed to move to accommodate a strange form. He winced and groaned as he went back to a person, quickly spitting out some blood to the floor that he’d clean up later. His arm came up to wipe at his mouth as he shook the reptile brain from his mind and look at the young girl.

“Ye’ve seen one af these a’fore? How?” He asked, interested. “What were Old Lace’s powers if she ‘ad one?” He could have added a ‘if ye don’t mind me askin’ but this was Cu and this was also Molly. She knew well enough if she didn’t want to talk about it she didn’t have to. she just had to change the conversation if she wished to, or continue speaking about it and answer his question.

Molly watched as he changed back into a human form, eyes widening just slightly. Actually watching him change shape was always fascinating, and surprising. It was probably the coolest power around, one she definitely wished she had herself.

“Yeah,” she said finally, a small chuckle coming from her mouth at his assumption. It made sense, when she thought of it. That Old Lace was a mutant, or some other kind of shifter. “No, Old Lace was a livin’ breathin’ raptor,” she told him with a small grin. “she was the best too. But see, my friend owned her. We... Well, see, we were... We ran away. All of it. Cuz we found out our parents were super villains.” She wasn’t sure she told him the real details before, but she knew (or thought he knew) the skeleton of it anyway. “She was one of them. And the night we all found out that we were different... Well, I found out I was a mutant. Carolina found out she was a real alien. And Gert found out her parents had left her a legitimate raptor.”

#Cu

ofpxrkcrs:

“thats true, i’m hoping its something cute and not absolutely terrifying.” he said with a small shrug before nodding. “uhh yeah, i’m peter, peter parker.”

“I just hope it’s not kinky, she couldn’t help but mutter under her breath. “Nice to meet you Peter, I’m Molly Hayes.” She held out her hand. “Welcome to mutant high.” She hesitated briefly, not wanting to offend but also not wanting to turn away the possibility of a new friend. “Do you need help finding anything or.. Well, really, if you need anything I’m around.” And I love friends, she added quietly to herself. Molly was a people person through and through, although she did occasionally have her days.

#Peter

ofpxrkcrs:

“theres someone in the dorm room next to me who won’t shut up about his stuffed rabbit and for the love of god i hope he means a teddy bear.” peter stated as let out a bored sigh.

Molly scoffed, grinning at the boy with a raised eyebrow. “Honestly, you never know here in this place. It could legitimately be anything you could think of. I’m guessing you’re new, yeah?”

#Peter

🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?

Molly is classic bottler. She shoves things back until she can’t anymore and then she just explodes. She gets sad, she gets mad. She feels low and she trains until she literally drops. Sometimes she even just screams to get it out.

#answered #thanks bb!#aksirenx

aksirenx:

“So, wait. You guys have a holiday where you can eat a lot—and for what again??” Aliya pondered the notion behind the turkey-eating event while crinkling her nose. “–That’s pretty fricking cool! What’s for dinner then?!”

Molly grinned at her friend for a long moment before replying, “The livers of our enemies” with as straight of a face as she could muster. She finally laughed and said, “No, kidding. Uh, really it depends. Different families have different traditions. When I was a kid we ere totally loaded so we had like this ridiculous feast. But when I ran off with the other runaways, we didn’t have... Anything. So our first Thanksgiving Chase and Alex went out and stole some canned cranberry sauce, canned green beans, and about sic packets of red vines. And... That was it. But it was great and honestly? it was the best Thanksgiving I ever had. We were all alive, we were liberated, and we actually had a lot to be thankful for you know? So every year that’s what we’d eat.”

#Aliya

aksirenx:

Aliya furrowed her eyebrows at the mention of Julian. Funny enough, his name was the last and first thing she wanted to hear all week. Her mind had been running on it’s own, multi-tasking on flashing vivid memories of the incident, worrying about Julian, while at the same time trying to make sense of his reasoning for risking his life. Why? That was the billion dollar question she wanted so desperately to be answered. And all for her? I’m not worth it. In the first place, Aliya barely has a faint idea of what a friendship really entails but the recent happenings had her questioning the integrity of her relationships more than ever. Would Molly ever do the same? Is it expected of me to do the same? Because I would. But why would anyone risk their life for me? She’s not sure at first how to reply to Molly’s reassuring words. A heavy sigh escapes from her before she parts her lips. “I-i…I-i don’t know.” she mumbles, her thoughts still jumbled at the subject. Contrary to what Molly believes, it was her fault. Every inch of her body knows it is and no matter how much anyone would tell her otherwise, she knew the truth.

“I didn’t tell you, but, I killed someone.” Aliya pauses, her words choking in her throat as the memory plays in her head. “a-and that was all me. No one told me to, no one put a gun to my head and forced me. I did it…and the part that scares me is, I wanted to.” Her voice cracks slightly, a chill running through her spine as she glances over at Molly with glossy eyes. Aliya can feel a small glimpse of anger she endured during the moment, revisiting the memory of her eyes automatically exposing her mutant nature before entering the enemy’s mind. “A-and. Come to find out they weren’t in control. T-they.” A hand covers her mouth as tears are threatening to stream down her face. “t-they didn’t want to hurt me o-or Julian. Something else was controlling them. and I-I sentenced them to their own end on my own.” Aliya was beginning to feel sick to her stomach at the horrifying realization. Saying her thoughts out loud on the subject made it feel much more real. All this time, she’d managed to cast it aside, pretend it was all a really bad dream that happened to feel much more real than she wanted it to. But now it was out, communicated towards another, and she was disgusted with herself.

Molly feels herself go quiet as she thinks over her friends words. "Aliya," she says softly. "I know... I know it's... Everything's fucked." She falls quiet again and slowly lets out a breath. Her heart is aching for her friend, and for Julian. But she doesn't know what she can possibly say to help.

She pulled her friend into a hug. “it’s... What you did... It was battle. There was no way to know they weren’t doing it of their own accord. And they... They took so much from him. It’s normal, to want to take care of it. To want to get back. It’s not like... You didn’t know.” She rubbed her friend’s back. “you care about him. I get that.”

#Aliya

cullanshound:

Cu spotted Molly, and the ache in his lungs and head informed him that he maybe had an issue with the form besides just the ability to balance himself. She slipped in, calling his name and opening the door, sending the professor scrambling back in raptor form and scraping his long talons against the floor. His tail beat against it haphazardly as he struggled to stay upright, his breath coming out ragged. The ribs popped here and there, releasing some of the pressure there and allowing more to get through him instantly freeing up quite a bit of the pressure in his skull.

The giant reptile seemingly purred or growled deep in his throat at the girl, his head turning back and forth as he adjusted his eyes and began tinkering with them as well.

Molly watched him, head cocking slowly. She felt herself slowly smile. “You know, my friend used to have a Velocilraptor. We all lived with her. She was the best. Old Lace was her name. She kicked ass.” Her eyes rested on her professor for a moment before she said, “This is like the coolest form yet. totally sick.”

Molly's eyes wandered over the scales, taking it in. It made her miss Old Lace, made her ache for the other Runaways, made her remember her words to Dom about leaving the school. She didn't want to, but a part of her wanted her old life back. "Chase would have loved this." And yet? If she had her old life back she’d lose this one. She’d lose Cu and Dom and Aliya. And that wasn’t worth it.

#Cu

petrosing:

Dom hated depressing talk, but if anyone could make him speak about such a topic, it would be Molly. It was his own fault for accidentally guiding the conversation towards its destination, talking about the attack and suddenness of driving up to school to a fighting commotion outside. “There’s a lot of hate in the world, Molly,” he said, pouring a bowl of Corn Flakes and adding maple syrup and milk.

“Yeah,” he replied shortly. “It’s annoying, and scary, but I think together is our best bet. You know, we’re here to hone our powers, to get better. We’d never stand a chance out there alone, but you’re right when you say… it’s like we’ve got a big stamp on our backs, ‘Hey, Kick me. Kill me. Hurt me.’ It’s a double-edged sword, Mol. Sometimes I think I’m staying for the people over myself, you know? I mean yeah, this place is socially safe to a degree, I’ve got a measly job and not paying rent, but I’m comfortable here. We’re together. There’s people here I care about.” He hated getting sappy, so he stuffed a spoonful into his mouth before he could say Love.

Molly watched Dom for a long moment as she processed his words; pausing however to wrinkle her nose at the Corn Flakes, maple syrup, and milk combination. She caught the underlying message in his statement. They stayed for love. The people here were family, and that was that.

In the way of family, she had never had the best luck. Her parents turned out to be super villains who put a bounty on her head (sort of; the bounty was mostly on the others while they claimed she was kidnapped- although the idea of someone successfully kidnapping Molly Hayes was plain insulting). But here? Here she had Cu, who was like a grumpy father, and Dom, who was the big brother she had always yearned for.

“You’re right,” she said finally. “You’re right. I dunno what got into me. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” She fell back into silence, watching him for a long moment. She knew that he didn’t like being sappy or participating in depressing talk. And yet, here he was doing both for her right now. She felt emotions swell in her chest, her heart tighten, and tears prick at her eyes. Of course, she shoved it back, determined not to let Dom see. “Hey Dom,” she said quietly. “Kiss, marry, kill- Minnie Mouse, JFK, or Barney the Dinosaur.” It was an old game, one she and him used to lay in the grass and play when they were bored. She’d start with ridiculous people that popped in her head, and he’d bring it around eventually to people they knew in real life, which she herself would then respond with as well, at that point most likely embarrassed for whatever answers he had forced her into.