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Series 4, Mutation #479 ( вegıи )

[motorotom]

WILD @loudhallways​ APPEARED!

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  mo’s literally flying at this point –– it was almost nighttime, so it wasn’t the best time for this, but he was being chased! it was a much larger mutant, classification wasn’t on his side, so the only thing he could do was run. there was no fighting back. there was no tricking them. there was just the wind on his face and hoping he didn’t attract too much attention. it was okay –– he was taking some alleyways and some side streets.

              rounding a corner into an alley, he starts to lose momentum, and he looks behind him for just a second before turning back to see –– “god d––” he phases through the person he would’ve crashed into, but the distraction is enough to get him back on the ground, crashing and burning onto the concrete. he rolls to a stop, groaning, feeling a few scrapes, some bigger than others, scattered along his knees, elbows, cheeks; it could’ve been anywhere, really. mo hurts all over at this point.

[motorotom]

( mindsever )

     It’s not like Saint missed him with his hands that lit up the air around him with their blue glow, reminiscent of the neon OYSTER BAR sign across his house, always casting an unnatural lightning-blue glow inside his living room. It’s a cold and heatless shine that frames the guy’s pale hands. Saint says nothing because he prefers to observe, and when the streetlight flickers on, casting its yellowish spotlight onto the grimy street dusted with ice, Saint’s brows raise.

     “Hell-oh,” he says, eyes scanning the boy, impressed and curious, his usual straight face finally disrupted by something mimicking IMPRESSED.

     “Can I ask what the hell you just did to the street lamp?” he asks, noting how young the guy is now upon closer, illuminated inspection. With his unblemished skin and pink cheeks from the cold, he reminds Saint of a baby bird.

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  mo considers going into hiding, hoping the other hadn’t noticed him yet –– but he already said hello. mo thinks he’s sick from the weather; he’d been making a lot of simple mistakes lately that’ve made his life difficult –– he was off his game. this could’ve easily been a captor, or someone along those lines of authority. he could’ve been killed. but upon assessing the eyes of the individual, they seemed neither aggressive nor threatened; both of which caused mo some problems during first impressions. 

               no, this man has a different look on his face. something like –– what was that, amusement? which made mo pretty excited. he absolutely LOVED showing regular humans all the tricks in his party hat. “oh, nothing. just ––” lips curling back into a modest grin, he touches the post once again, this time it dims, and starts to flicker. “brought it back from the dead!” cue a pseudo evil laugh, maniacal and cartoonish, only to be disrupted when he starts to cough. 

                          “no, but really,” he says, touching the streetlight one last time to                           restore proper functionality, “you should really work on not                            sneaking up on people like that.”     

[motorotom]

WILD @redantagonist​ APPEARED! 

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  this town was super weird. he’s only been here for a couple of days and he’s already going stir crazy out of his mind. how do these people do it? small town culture confused him, and that was coming from someone who, he supposed, TECHNICALLY ( hard technically ), grew up in a small town? either way, he’s tired of this town, this state, these WOODS, he just wanted to find his motel and be on his ––

              he whips around, pretending to hold a flashlight, but the beam               of light coming from his hand was generated by his own superpowers.               “who’s there?! i –– i know i look charming and fragile but i’m SUPER               menacing, i promise ––”

[motorotom]

WILD @rxisinghell APPEARED!

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  he’s made a few dire mistakes in the past couple of days. the biggest one being him stealing from an ATM without bridging nearby cameras to an offline state. now he’s got actual authorities on his tail, not to mention the not-so-legal ones. though, honestly, he prefers real cops. they were easier to get away from. he’s rounding a corner at a full sprint, adrenaline high and mighty; he doesn’t even see the other person –– a regular guy would have straight up crashed into the other, but because he was so on edge, because his adrenaline was so high, mo doesn’t realize his ghastly powers were kicking in, and he just phases right through him! like, literally danny phantom gone ghost phasing through walls phasing through the guy. he stops in his tracks, hands balling into fists just out of concern. he turns to the other. 

                “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean that! i’ve been so sloppy the past                 few days! i’m doing my best, okay? please –– please don’t                 freak out. nothing good ever happens when anyone freaks                 out,” after a small sigh, he focuses on gauging the other’s                  reaction.

[motorotom]

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[motorotom]

( jockantagonist )

             the jock was distracted. sure, he was still shoveling applesauce into his mouth ( steve giving him his own. thanks steve. you know tommy loves applesauce. ) as he watches a unfamiliar face stand in line. fresh meat in tommy’s opinion. what grade was he in? he didn’t see him in any of his classes! so he wonders, what on earth is he going to do? welcome him, of course. then again, getting welcomed by tommy h is not something you want to happen. his welcoming usually was filled with humorous laughter and you stuffed into a locker. 

            a small smile appears on his face as he watches the other appear to be talking to the soda machine. oh god! this guy wasn’t making his first day of high school easy on himself! not one bit! 

            he’ll look over to steve and carol, motioning towards the other. “ew! gross! is he talking to the soda machine?! what kind of psycho!” carol’s voice was low, kept to only the table instead of yelling it shrilly like she had done many times before to ruin someone’s reputation. steve just grimaced as he took a bite of his meat loaf. “i’m going to go talk to him,” tommy murmured as he leaned forward to press a kiss to carol’s cheek as he got up from the table. stocky, freckled menace makes his way over to the stranger, stopping behind him. “hey!” his voice is loud, drawing the attention of at least half of the cafeteria. “you forget to take your meds today?”

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  he’s growling at this point, fists sparking, veins coursing with pure volts that sang just below the cafeteria’s chatter. “okay machine, don’t say i didn’t warn you––” but he’s suddenly distracted by a voice that seems to strip a few decibels away from the cafeteria. he blinks, glancing behind him for a quick second just to see what was going on –––

                huh. it seems like one of the kids was talking to him. they had gotten awfully close in the time it took mo to notice. mo didn’t really appreciate being snuck up on, and he really didn’t appreciate being yelled at like this!

                               “me?”               

            “  H A !  I haven’t taken the appropriate medication for WEEKS, buckaroonie!” oh god, the machine seems to creak and groan, that’s tommy h. he’s a troublemaker. mo glances back to the machine, then back to the kid harassing him. “so –– you’re tommy h., huh? the machine says you’re a bad egg, tommy h. what, you get off on harassing people while they get sodas, tommy?! that’s pretty messed up, buddy!” listen, i like your vigor, but you might need this. out plops a soda. it’s a coke. after a second, mo reaches down to grab it. “wait –– but i still need one to drink,” he tells the machine, frowning at it. then plop, out comes a second drink. feeling satisfied, he shakes up the first can, feeling the pressure build beneath his fingers. “don’t cause a SCENE, T H O M A S ! ” 

[deadlysquishii]

by 田中

[motorotom]

WILD @jockantagonist APPEARED!

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  what ... was this place? mo has seen buildings like these all around but he never considered going into one just because they sort of ... looked like a prison –– and he’s had some bad experiences with prisons. the only weird thing was ... it was full of young people. it was strange, dreamlike, depressing, horrifying? 

                          you have one goal, mo. he reminds himself. 

               he taps into some cameras, and it isn’t too long before he finds what he’s looking for. “foo-ood,” he murmurs, stomach growling as if it were cued. the system is easy to figure out. he waits in line, he gets the food, he leaves the line. bing bang BOOM, done. but what’s this? milk? is this the only drink they had? with a scoff, he spies a vending machine, now there’s something he can exploit. he approaches the machine. “give me a coke,” he tells the machine. uh, give me money, it responds. he blinks, staring incredulously at it. he takes a step closer, “listen, my payment is good conversation. when’s the last time someone’s talked to you like this?” mo doesn’t notice the line forming behind him. ever heard of an antisocial machine? i don’t even like small talk. “oh my god, there’s an easy way, and there’s a hard way, but i will get my soda!” technically the easy way is you put money in me, but ... “argh!” now he’s shaking the machine.

[motorotom]

( ohfiendangelical )

          ❛   I’m not sick. My air is fine to breathe.   ❜

Nothing the other has said thus far makes any sense whatsoever. Luckily, one of Zero’s talents is working through the nonsensical ramblings of the many rather disturbed people that seem to surround him at all times, so he proceeds with a rather casual sense of patience and ease that another might not have had in this situation. It helps, too, that he vaguely remembers this kid, managing to locate a fragmented, unclear memory somewhere in the back of his mind of a brief encounter or two with him. He’d been just as eccentric then, if he’s remembering correctly, but entirely harmless. Well-intentioned, at the very least. Maybe even kind of sweet. 

         ❛   I am a Zero, though. That’s my name. Zero.   ❜

Hopefully that clears things up for the boy, even if only slightly. It’s very faint, the sense of guilt that sparks at having worked him up, but it’s there nonetheless.

– ⌈ ϟ ⌋  AND. THE PENNY. DROPS. like a broken bone being set or the lovely sound of a machine whirring to life, it’s all put into place for young mo. “of course,” he whispers to himself, a hand moving to rest gently upon his own features as a grin is molded from an otherwise confused expression. “it’s your name!” he snickers excitedly, almost menacingly as he shakes his head, doing his best to rid his thoughts of that awful interior monologue he was having earlier. 

             “you should have said something sooner! you let me go on and on and ––”              he pauses, feeling his heart skip a beat. “wait –– you’re ZERO!” 

             and suddenly some vague yet increasingly fond memories of the other are rushing back to him. he really doesn’t remember anything specific, but he remembers it being a long time coming since he’s seen this guy, and all he knows is that he’s EXCITED about it. “remember me? i’m mo! you know, like,” and suddenly his hands are sparking up, his two fists bump together, surging with power and light and sheer excitement ––– mo doesn’t even remember if zero knew of his powers, but he hopes he did! 

[motorotom]

( dumbstcr )

   Eve isn’t a huge fan of coffee, but she does love her sweets. After purchasing a chocolate muffin she sat a table and began to look through her phone. She is so engrossed in her social media that she doesn’t even notice the other until he speaks up. ❝Oh!❞ This isn’t the first time someone has purchased her things, but it is always a pleasant surprise. After accepting the hot chocolate and cake pops she looks back to him. ❝So you want me to show you around?❞

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  it –– it’s going well! after she accepts his little offer, he pulls out the chair across from her to take a seat. it was so strange to be drawn to someone like this. what was this feeling he had? a small shiver rolls up his spine as she speaks, and after swallowing thickly, he nods. “yeah! i mean – if you want. that would be pretty cool. or, you know, a LIST or something. any help works!” mo wasn’t all too great at being a normie, but he sure as heck could try if it leads to him figuring out another feeling.

[motorotom]

WILD @mindsever APPEARED!

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  mo hates the winter. he’s terrible at bracing for the cold, he’s terrible at walking on the ice, and he’s god awful and dealing with SNOW. it did weird stuff to his inner electromagnetism, or whatever. threw off his internal compass. made the hairs on the back of his head stand on end. what the fuck ever excuse he wanted to give for just being outright IRRITATED by it, he’d come up with. in the shadows of darkness he was the literal flash of light, he felt his hands overflowing with electrical surges, lighting the dark around his palms with cackles and sparks. with a small sigh, he approaches a nearby streetlight that was no longer receiving power. gently, he places a palm on the pole, offering some of his own excess energy to the post. as it turns on, happily lighting his surrounding area, it HUMS with vitality and gratitude. mo smiles just slightly, and turns to walk away having his own problem solved, but stops in his tracks, just now noticing another figure under the light. 

                               “er ––” words escape him. “...hello.”

[motorotom]

( traumeriin )

@motorotom liked this for a starter.

    He looks a little upset, so Rosemary thought she would try to cheer him up. Her way of doing so is through making him an origami lion and placing it beside him. ❝You can keep him if you want.❞ 

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  a low growl bubbles from inside his chest in the form of a groan, like a JUNGLE CAT who’d been denied morning cuddles with the pack. despite his mood and contrary to the look of aggression on his face, he places the lion atop his own head, slumping in his seat with a pout. “thank you.” he murmurs through his teeth. 

[motorotom]

WILD @dumbstcr APPEARED! 

—  ⌈ ϟ ⌋  mo isn’t sure why he’s doing this. he doesn’t know what’s going on. he feels an inclination towards this ... this person. it feels so complex. it feels like LOGIC, and it feels like EMOTION. it feels like a BUTTERFLY HAND SHADOW, alive, but intentional, artificial, and with purpose. it feels like ... it’s like ... “two hot chocolates. and ... a cake pop,” just like that. “please.” sweet, unfrozen, warm, manufactured. he pays, gets his order within the next five minutes, it’s not too busy. carefully, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, he approaches her. 

                            “ –– um, hi. i got you –– uh, do you want a hot chocolate?                      i’ve been trying to find someone to ... to help me find some                      cool places to visit around here––” 

[motorotom]

wild zeitlosleben appeared! 

– ⌈ ϟ ⌋  gloves sat atop snow simmering & steaming from charred, broken patterns of industrially manufactured knittings. they burned his hands before, they now melted the snow beneath them. it was his fault, really. something about snow. something involved with the way his electromagnetic whose’its did whatever when exposed to SOMETHING related to snow water. mo didn’t know the science behind his biology. he was good at computers, at MACHINES, not living things. 

             in the DEAD OF THE NIGHT his gaze moves from the gloves to his hands, stinging as he watches sparks fly from his fingers, like static electricity from a blanket before bed. they danced on his skin, illuminating the space around and between his hands. he swallows thickly, finding himself dry mouthed and distracted, he doesn’t even remember to take caution: people don’t exactly do well with the SUPERNATURAL, do they? 

[motorotom]

wild @ohfiendangelical appeared!

– ⌈ ϟ ⌋  mo uses a special coded language that his brain automatically processes to talk with computers. it’s a BINARY language, it’s MACHINE CODE. it’s a series of zeroes and ones. a bunch of truths and bunch of falses. the sequence of the variables is what makes up the message. similarly, the people mo has met in this world can be sorted into a binary. into a truth and into a false. those that mattered, those that didn’t. how he interacts with people, the sequence of ones and zeroes, that’s his own personal message. it’s how he resonates in this world. an application is a feeling. something to touch, something to care for, something to understand, relate to, admire, despise. people exist in code, BEAUTIFULLY. you’re a zero, you’re a one. everyone, together, creates mo’s experience. 

                                                    “ –– you’re a zero.” he says instinctually.                                                     “but –– no, you’re a one. i remember you. you matter.”

                  he blinks. these thoughts were awfully introspective for mo. he was in the middle                   of it when he found the other. when he decides to talk with the other.

                                      “why can’t i decide? i’ve met you. i know you. you’re a ...” a huff.                                       “i don’t remember you. i can’t decide. oh, geez. am i sick? did you                                       make me sick? zerone, why didn’t you tell me you’re sick?                                        i wouldn’t have breathed your air.”

[motorotom]

* ⌈ ϟ ⌋  trying to get this blog off its feet. mo is an eccentric electromutant on the run from his mutant captors. he’s super fun and charismatic so if you like this post i’ll check out your blog, find some open starters to respond to, but if i can’t i’ll write us up a starter myself. 

[measomnis]