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Mikhail Oblonsky. 25 years of age. Former Barista. Mutant. Powers: Ability absorption. (OC sideblog)

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Mikhail had about an hour left until closing time at the coffee shop he worked. His co-worker Darlene mentioned seeing a strange (possibly homeless) person by the dumpster near the alleyway, and he sighed in annoyance. He abandoned the half-finished cream latte art of a kitten’s face, hastily pulling off his apron. Like Hell was he about to let someone rummage through the trash— it’d probably cost him his job! Scowling, Mikhail made a beeline for the stranger with every intention of scaring them away. When he approached the woman, however, he instantly sensed something in her. Power just waiting to be used. That, and the fact she looked injured made it impossible for him to turn her away as he’d originally planned.

“What are you doing here? It’s dangerous to be out alone.” He motioned to the coffee shop, “Come inside, it’s awfully cold...” Mikhail swallowed hard, and couldn’t shake a dreadful feeling that the woman was in danger. He resumed working, but found himself unable to create anymore latte art.

Once his shift ended and customers and co-workers made themselves scarce, he was surprised to see the stranger sitting at a table. The Mutant hurriedly locked the front door, flipping the sign on it to indicate the shop was closed.

Now time to get some answers. He thought, preparing a mocha latte for the blonde. “Here, drink this. It’ll warm you up.” Mikhail said kindly, handing the beverage to the woman.

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Mikhail hadn’t thought to keep Hana in the dark about the touchy subject of war. There was only so much he could protect her from, after all. “I only just learned about it last week. Quake kept some documents well-hidden in her study, but I ended up finding them and you know the rest. I wanted to overthrow her because of the lies; everyone in Sanctuary needs to know of the bloodstained past. Life isn’t just sunshine and rainbows– it can get stormy and dangerous if, say, Mutants like us showcase our unique… talents. Normal people will stop at nothing to destroy us, and I can’t say I’d blame them. Everyone fears that which they don’t understand.” His arms trembled slightly, though he usually was more careful about revealing his weaknesses to others’. During his childhood, Mikhail subconsciously knew he was different from the mundane. His powers to absorb other Mutant’s abilities surfaced when he became a preteen. He’d cried harder than ever that day as his touch almost completely drained a wanted fugitive’s telekinetic energy. The criminal had been apprehended, promising they’d find Mikhail and murder him and his family for what he’d done. That triggered something in the Russian, causing him to violently lash out. He forcefully pushed everything and everyone away, leaving debris and lifeless bodies behind. That was merely the first time he used the accursed powers. When he met Hana many years down the road, Mikhail had grown stronger as he’d discovered a way to repress everything that made him gifted. He immediately sensed something different about the Korean woman, but never said anything until he witnessed her pyrokinetic abilities. 

“We have more than enough for now.” The brunette informed the blonde, feeling a pang of guilt for cutting Owen short. “I’m sorry for… mentioning something you’d much rather forget. Take care of yourself.” The Angel reached into his jacket, unflinching as he plucked a few feathers from his concealed wings. “I’d say these are souvenirs, but they’re actually more than that. They’ll ward of viral Mutants and keep you hidden from ordinary folk until they turn black. Then, they’re practically useless.” He handed the soft feathers to Hana, figuring she needed them most. 

Hana hadn’t known Mikhail too long, but she knew him long enough to recognize his sturdy exterior falter. “So that’s why she kicked you to the curb?” It was all making sense now, Quake’s anger at her best friend as he was scolded. The Korean reached for Owen’s wing feathers and tucked them safely into her jeans pocket near her left hip. “Thank you.” The blonde offered him a gracious grin, a thankful one at that. Knowing that virals were still running loose and the government was ready to try and take out all mutants was a scary thought. Hana’s grin fell sadly after a moment, silently wishing her parents were still there with her. That was a thought better left untouched for now. Reaching out to Mikhail, her slender digits curled around his wrist, the woman tugging at him gently so they could leave the small gas station.Releasing him after she approached the exit, she allowed herself to exit, giving one last nod of her head in thanks to Owen. The warm air brushed her pale skin, reminding her that it was the dead heat of summer. Spinning on her heel, she peered up at the Russian male, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Were you ever going to tell me about why Quake was kicking you out of Sanctuary?” It wasn’t that it mattered much, Hana would’ve followed him until the ends of the earth. “Not that it’s a problem. Just that my nagging curiosity would’ve probably killed me.”

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Mikhail set his jaw and narrowed his eyes at the thought of Quake keeping important information to herself. “She had her reasons, but that still doesn’t change the fact of the matter: there is no common ground when certain humans are involved. She wishes to form an alliance with them, but forty years ago her father and his followers already tried that. It’s safe to say their attempts to make friends with people didn’t end well. It never will.” He waved at Owen before following Hana outside. The Angel’s memories were more than enough proof that mortals couldn’t care less about peace. A lot of them had superiority complexes, believing their existence was above animals and other life forms. It sickened him.

“I wanted to keep it to myself for your safety, but then I’d be just like Quake. It’s better that you’re aware of the dangers of being in proximity to ordinary people.” He opened up the folded map, studying it to pinpoint their current area. “We’ll be fine, though. I won’t ever let anything happen to you.” He traced the route they’d take with his index finger and showed Hana. “This path isn’t ideal because of wild boars and bears, but I’d rather take my chances with them than alert the humans. Besides, if we hunted them we’d have meat for days.”

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Hana’s gaze swapped between her best friend and the angel. Was he an angel? She felt out of place, unaware as to what they were talking about. “What’s Operation Exterminate?” The blonde murmured, almost under her breath but audible enough. Her question was genuine, her confusion painted across her face. She reached for the few bags of goodies on the counter and pulled them into herself, dark doe eyes still glancing from Mikhail to Owen. 

Truth be told, Hana hadn’t known too much about the war against mutant’s. She had only learned how horrible non-mutants were once she’d moved to the states with her parents. None of them spoke English well, except her father. Once their whereabouts were known, scientists tried to capture her and her family, but guards had killed both her parents in their attempt. The blonde was just a teenager and her father told her to flee, leaving himself open for attack. Hana had done what was instructed of her, finding the crowded streets of New York too alarming, she had taken to the alleyway behind a coffee shop. Only moments later did she first meet Mikhail.

The memories plagued the blonde but she shook them away. “Do we have everything we need?” She didn’t want to linger too long, fear of being exposed was very real.

Mikhail hadn’t thought to keep Hana in the dark about the touchy subject of war. There was only so much he could protect her from, after all. “I only just learned about it last week. Quake kept some documents well-hidden in her study, but I ended up finding them and you know the rest. I wanted to overthrow her because of the lies; everyone in Sanctuary needs to know of the bloodstained past. Life isn’t just sunshine and rainbows-- it can get stormy and dangerous if, say, Mutants like us showcase our unique... talents. Normal people will stop at nothing to destroy us, and I can’t say I’d blame them. Everyone fears that which they don’t understand.” His arms trembled slightly, though he usually was more careful about revealing his weaknesses to others’. During his childhood, Mikhail subconsciously knew he was different from the mundane. His powers to absorb other Mutant’s abilities surfaced when he became a preteen. He’d cried harder than ever that day as his touch almost completely drained a wanted fugitive’s telekinetic energy. The criminal had been apprehended, promising they’d find Mikhail and murder him and his family for what he’d done. That triggered something in the Russian, causing him to violently lash out. He forcefully pushed everything and everyone away, leaving debris and lifeless bodies behind. That was merely the first time he used the accursed powers. When he met Hana many years down the road, Mikhail had grown stronger as he’d discovered a way to repress everything that made him gifted. He immediately sensed something different about the Korean woman, but never said anything until he witnessed her pyrokinetic abilities. 

“We have more than enough for now.” The brunette informed the blonde, feeling a pang of guilt for cutting Owen short. “I’m sorry for... mentioning something you’d much rather forget. Take care of yourself.” The Angel reached into his jacket, unflinching as he plucked a few feathers from his concealed wings. “I’d say these are souvenirs, but they’re actually more than that. They’ll ward of viral Mutants and keep you hidden from ordinary folk until they turn black. Then, they’re practically useless.” He handed the soft feathers to Hana, figuring she needed them most. 

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“An abandoned house? I’m sure we could find something much better. Hopefully we can find jobs too.” She didn’t want to live like she was on the run too long. Hana wanted to settle down somewhere and have as normal a life she could. Once Mikhail snatched one of the snacks, she laughed gently, her breath hitting her lips. “You’re only confiscating those because they’re your favorite.” As the elderly cashier began to remove his jacket, the blonde wasn’t sure what to expect. Within moments, his white wings were expanding from where they hid and Hana’s eyes widened slightly. The name sounded vaguely familiar to her, having recalled Quake reminisce about a mutant that had wings and could fly. “You were the one who first left Sanctuary, weren’t you?” No other mutant, at that point, had managed to do that. Most of them simply obeyed Quake and Sanctuary’s demands just to hide away where scientists and government officials couldn’t take them and experiment on them. The end of her thoughts was a little frightening. Hana hoped that she and her best friend wouldn’t fall into the hands of eager scientists wishing to experiment on her or Mikhail. She’d fight until her last breath to avoid such a thing.

Mikhail swallowed down a lump in his throat, but continued smiling warmly as if he agreed with Hana. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” He and the Korean beauty had very different plans for the future— if him wanting to stay off of the human’s radars was any indication. For the Russian, living to see the light of another day was of great importance. A luxurious lifestyle mattered not, and to be honest he felt like it wasn’t in the cards for himself. If Hana wanted it that badly, he’d do everything in his power to ensure her safety. Though it was inevitable that they would part ways. He hoped to God his traveling companion didn’t see the brief look of fear reflecting in his eyes. After all, hiding his true emotions was never Mikhail’s forte. He had lucked out when the clerk caught Hana’s attention.

At the mention of Sanctuary, Owen stiffened before hastily tucking away his feathered limbs. “Aye. It was a terrible time to leave. I aided a dying mortal and thus was branded a traitor by Quake’s father, Rocky.” The elder man sighed and hung his head in shame. “Ebony’s laws aren’t nearly as strict as her parent’s. ‘Neath her frigid exterior is a compassionate woman.”

“Are you referring to Operation Exterminate?” The brunette questioned, his heartbeat quickening from nervousness. “I heard it was well over forty years ago, and the FBI with held the truth about our kind.”

The Angel exhaled slowly, “You’re a sharp one, aintcha?” He made sure to breathe in and out slowly, though the truth of the past triggered much anxiety. “But... yeah. That was when ordinary folk declared war on Mutants. I was a field medic so... I’d rather not speak of the horrors I experienced.”

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Just an edit of Hana and Mikhail I made for @myloveisonfire <3

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//Pretty much how I feel when I finally finish an edited photo...

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“Moderation?” Hana echoed his words, a small chuckle flowed with her question. “I’ve never really been someone who does well with moderation. You should know this.” The woman nodded at her best friend’s question. “I could try.” Hana’s cooking skills weren’t terrible, but she also worked better in the kitchen than out in the woods. “Then again, I always worked better with a stove than a campfire.” She wasn’t one for wilderness much, even though they’d lived in Sanctuary long enough for her to grow accustomed to that kind of life. The blonde definitely preferred having a home, a place she could create a safe space for herself in. “Thank you!” Her cheery tone sounded as her eyes lit up with gratitude for Mikhail grabbing her beverage of choice. Strolling over to the counter, Hana set all the items in her arms atop the counter so the employee could scan the bags of chips. “Then we’ll follow the hiking trail. That’s all we really have right about now.” After each item was scanned, she plucked them back up into her arms. She didn’t know what was in store for them, or how the road ahead looked for either of them. It was strangely freeing to be out of Sanctuary though, no longer under Quake’s thumb.

“Well, we don’t have many options now so it’s best if we eat only what we need. It’ll save us money and the trouble of going back to the city sooner.” Mikhail responded gently, giving Hana’s shoulder a light nudge. He wished he and his friend had an opportunity to live a normal life among the boring humans, but he was a suspect involved in a shooting. Even if that had been years ago and Quake had her lackeys wipe the mortal’s memories clean, Mikhail still lived in fear. He battled night terrors and was forced to face the ugly truth: ordinary people were enemies. If they found out about Hana and him, he had no doubt scientists would want to imprison them— for their selfish studies. Anything outside what they deemed normal was dissected or put under a microscope. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a motel or another cheap place to stay in the future, I promise. And who knows? Maybe we can squat in someone else’s abandoned home.” He vaguely remembered a family that up and left their residence for whatever reason. When Mikhail was a boy, he and the other children in the neighborhood thought that place was haunted so they generally steered clear of it. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed before paying for the remaining items Hana couldn’t hold. “What are you, an octopus?” The brunette teased, snatching some of the snacks the blonde held. “I’m confiscating these until the weekend.” Although he was playing around now he really did want everything to last.

“Wait, wait. Did you know I can fly?” The elder cashier questioned, handing a map of the area to Mikhail. “You might have seen me from the Heavens above. I am Justice Incarnate...” He let out a hacking cough, and removed the oversize jacket, revealing his white wings.”

The Russian Mutant open and closed his mouth, too stumped to speak. The old timer really was a mutant? “Guess Quake didn’t lie about this man after all.”

“I’ll have you know my name’s Owen!”

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Lifting a third bag into her arms, Hana knew she couldn’t carry much more with her. Eyes darted down towards the chocolate frogs. A lighthearted laugh came from her deflated chest as she breathed out. “You know, I’ve always wanted to try one of those. But, anything frog related just doesn’t sound all that appealing.” Scrunching her face gently, she shook her head, long tresses flowing with the movements. “Do you really want one? There’s only two left so… Make a wise choice.” She winked at Mikhail, reaching for one last bag of Cheetos. Holding the four bags close to her body, the woman wandered off towards the beverages. There was no way they were going to hike miles and miles to the next town or city. “Is there anywhere we could crash for the night? I doubt the next bus will come anytime soon.” Hana hoped by morning, some bus would come along and save the two of them from the heat and the deserted wilderness. Carefully, her digits slid around the handle of the glass door and she pried it open. Glancing over her shoulder, the blonde woman nodded her head towards the beverages. “Could you grab me a cherry Coke?” There was no way Hana could carry the four bags of snacks and grasp herself a can of soda.

Mikhail licked his lips as he eyed the pack of Chocolate Frogs. If there was any candy he loved, it was chocolate. Of course, sweets from Russia and Ukraine were more flavorful without being loaded with sugar. The way Americans could binge eat such confections without vomiting afterwards boggled his mind. He stifled a chuckle and reached for the sweets, “Just so we’re clear, this stuff is to be eaten in moderation.” Mikhail informed Hana, a stern expression on his face. “Plus, we’re gonna hideout in the woods for a while so we’ll need to make sure everything lasts.” Aqua blue orbs widened momentarily when an idea popped into the Mutant’s head. “If I happen to catch any fish from the lake, would you mind helping roast them?” He knew Hana had more control over her abilities as he’d witnessed her growth in their former haven. Not to mention, Mikhail learned some restraint too. While Miss Quake’s motives were questionable at times, she really did help frightened Mutants learn how to harness their powers. He shook his head as if to shake away the thoughts and ambled over to the short woman. “I don’t know of any places here aside from the hiking trail that leads to the camping ground. My younger brother and I used to hang around there with our friends.” The brunette reached up, easily grabbing the can of cherry cola. “Gotcha covered.” He murmured, snatching a cold beverage for himself.

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Tilting her head slightly, she offered her friend a soft smile, linking her own arm around his back as he had done to her. It was nice to know someone who honored her and respected her and her culture. There was still much she had to learn about Russia and she knew Mikhail would teach her about his culture, but he definitely wasn’t as open as a person as Hana was. Although, she could also be stubborn and shut off herself. However, he was the only person she’d really opened up to in Sanctuary. It wasn’t that Hana didn’t like other mutants, she just didn’t always get along with them. Much like fire, her personality sometimes clashed with others. Maybe she wasn’t as much of a trouble maker like her dear friend, but she did have an impulsive streak. “Still, I should’ve known better. Even if it was her mistake.” A small laugh spilled from the spitfire, brushing by the tall male as she strolled in. “As long as you save me some of the nacho cheese flavored Doritos, we’re good.” Releasing her arm from Mikhail, the woman shuffled over to the snack aisle and began to pluck up a couple of bags of Cheetos. Chocolate hues strayed over the bags of goodies as she tried to decide what else she wanted to drag along with herself.

Hana’s smile was contagious; Mikhail’s lips curled upwards into a grin as the two of them continued towards the gas station. He hadn’t ever shared many of his memories of Russia with her since his family fled to Ukraine. While he loved his homeland, it was full of laws that must be upheld. He didn’t blame the leaders even if they were at fault for binding citizens with ridiculous restrictions. When he and Hana had first made it to Sanctuary, he’d  promised to share some of his fond memories of home with her. Although he didn’t outwardly say much, Mikhail ended up making some desserts that were popular among the natives of Russia and Ukraine. He must have made Pryanik and tvorozhniki more than he thought, since other mutants and Hana came to learn his secret family recipes. “She made the rules and we broke ‘em. I almost thought Quake was going to give us detention!” The Mutant responded jokingly as his longtime friend pulled her arm away. He made his way into the building and quickly surveyed the area to ensure they were alone, save for the clerk. When he found nobody else, Mikhail relaxed and followed Hana towards the snacks and confections. “Anything you want in particular besides Cheetos? Look, they’ve got those Chocolate frogs from Harry Potter!”

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Having been kicked to the curb by the founder of Sanctuary, Hana’s lips pursed to the side after she slid off the last step of the bus. It seemed as though being loyal to her one and only friend, Mikhail, did not gain Quake’s approval. The setting sun burned in her dark hues before she shielded her eyes and used her free hand to push her long tresses behind her ear. “I don’t know. But, one thing’s for sure: I don’t care.” The bus barreled away, dust kicking up behind the back tires. “My loyalty’s always been with you, Mikhail. Not with them.” Sure, Hana wanted to fit in with the other mutant’s in Sanctuary, but she’d only entered the safe haven once realizing Mikhail was going to give it a try and give up his old ways. If he hadn’t ever step foot in the safe zone, Hana never would have either. It was nice while it lasted, but the Korean woman knew in her gut that the two of them didn’t really belong, nor did they really fit in like the rest of their kind had. The two had been outcasts long before being dumped at the bus stop in the middle of nowhere. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Quake held some sort of grudge for me burning down her shed.” The incident had happened years ago, yet there was always some sort of tension whenever Quake was around Hana. Patting her friend on the back briefly, Hana spun on her heel and began to pace backwards. “Let’s go then. And don’t think I’m going to let you snag all the Cheetos.”  Her words were playful.

Mikhail couldn’t fault Hana for standing by him when nobody else would. Most mutants residing in Sanctuary had similar, bland personalities; they obeyed Quake without question, never daring to defy her commands even when her judgement wasn’t sound. “I’m ill-equipped to protect you if things get too dangerous. You would have had a better chance at living a peaceful life if you stayed behind. That being said, I’m still very grateful you never left me.” He bowed his head and shut his sky blue orbs to show respect for her. Over the years he’d learned about Hana’s cultural differences and some of her mannerisms stuck with him. If the shoe was ever on the other foot, the brunette silently vowed to help the woman through whatever obstacles she’d face. “You never meant to set fire to her shed. If you recall, Quake insisted you train outside in a grassy area. She sparred with you and doubted your strength so that’s on her.” He chuckled softly at the memory of Ebony panicking and screaming over an old shed going down in flames. “You can’t say she didn’t have it coming, otherwise that’d be a lie.” Mikhail slung an arm around Hana lazily and walked with her towards the empty gas station. “I guess the owner convinced all the simpletons he could fly. Pitiful old Mutant.” He retracted his arm and held out the door for Hana. “Cheetos? Guess I’m gonna raid the Doritos instead.” 

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Cast out || Hana and Mikhail

Not much earlier in the day, Mikhail found himself at the mercy of the founder of Sanctuary. His desire to overthrow Miss Quake lead to his downfall. What’s more, his good friend Hana had gotten mixed up in it, and she was cast out alongside him. Just because he was no stranger to living alone in the wilderness didn’t mean Hana could live that way comfortably. Sighing in defeat, the rebellious Mutant gave the bus the middle finger as it sped away. “I’ve had more than enough chances to redeem myself, so I understand why Quake kicked me to the curb.” Mikhail bit his lower lip and stared at Hana sadly, “You haven’t caused nearly as much trouble, so why did she...?” He couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. Perhaps just standing by the brunette was enough to warrant exile from the Mutant’s Sanctum. “The owner here is one of us.” He motioned towards the quiet gas station, “We can load up on provisions and then head out.” With any luck, they’d afford snacks and toiletries, maybe a map of the area... @myloveisonfire

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→  Mikhail Oblonsky & Hana Jeong - aesthetic

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