Her ecstasy only escalated when without a word, Jasmine led her to the cotton candy stall. She was about to ask ‘how much’, truly the concept of having to purchase something was something she never really understood. Stealing Borrowing was simpler and easier! Her girlfriend seemed to have other plans, her eyes flutter, lips curling in a shy smile, kissing back as much as she could before jt pulled away, leaving Rosemary now craving for another kind of sugar. Heat prickled at her cheeks “you say the most romantic things, baby” she practically purred, smirking at the very thought of chaos.Not only did she love the adrenaline rush during a chaotic scenario, she also found it exceedingly hot to see Jasmine in action and had told Jasmine that several times. Upon turning to the stall owner she gets told that everything here was for free. Rosemary’ eyes widen in utter delight “ I love free stuff! Here, baby, matching cotton candies” she held out two pink fluffed up balls on a stick and handed one to her beloved.
“well, it’s always only for you,” jasmine hums melodically to the flight gifted individual before snapping her attention back to cotton candy stall. upon such a proclamation that the treats were free, jt was less than surprised nor astonished for rosemary to begin her onslaught of squealing and thinly veiled excitement. swathing slender fingers about the base of the cotton candy stick, a genuine smile particularly promised to be elicted courtesy rosemary exclusively spreads amongst perpetually cupid’s bow shaped lips, a certain glee glowing upon the reality warper’s features like no other before in her years of living. tearing a piece of the soft fluff from its source, she pops it into her mouth before allowing the candy to disintegrate upon her tongue. “where to next, rose?” she queries gently, an intangible affection coloring her words.
viridescent hues scanning the entirety of the dimmed, yet spacious building laid out before all three mutants, for once in what seemed like an eternity, the reality warper was at a loss for words. all this time, jasmine had been foolishly led to believe herself and rosemary were rendered to do no more than run aimlessly, no real destination or safehaven in sight. up until now, quite frankly a whole dimension seemingly at their access which provided as much security as possible. turning adjacent towards her flaxen haired lover, offering up a knowing look through green irises, jt announces to kit meanwhile, “so, you mean to tell me non mutants know nothing of this place?” ( @rosexlia )
gaze fixated upon the rippling of small waves within the dunk tank, jt is --- for a lack of a better word --- captivated by the most minuscule of components, her reverie both wandering and stilled. although, jasmine is only snapped out of it by the time a force collides into her, prompting a spat out profanity, “shit!”
upon feeling the squeeze to her hand, rosemary beamed lovingly at her better half and leaned in to press a tender kiss to her cheek “Always by your side.” warmth and affection radiated from her very being for this girl who was now her life, the only familiar face in this world full of strangers and dangers. “Plan B” she murmured softly, sounding deceiving casual “On the slightest sign of danger I fly us out of here. Otherwise, we go with Plan A and find out just where all these mutants crawled out from-oh!” perhaps an alarmingly abrupt gasp emitted from her mouth “honey look! cotton candy!!”
unabashedly allowing an authentic smile to splay upon perpetually cupid’s bow shaped lips, warmth diffuses about the entirety of jt’s body following the peck of soft lips against her now flushed cheek. allowing a chorus of giggles to sound from the reality warper, jt guides rosemary towards the cotton candy booth, only gently turning her chin to face her before capturing the blonde’s lips with her own for a brief amount of time. “both plans sound good to me. it’s like a win win situation, chaos ensues or you sweep me off my feet,” she hums while shooting a wink in her love’s direction, “on the other hand, cotton candy is on me.”
“At the rate in which this place is growing in population is kind of hard to keep track of everything. Besides, I mostly offer training and fighting so I don’t know why I was chosen for this job in particular.” The boy beamed an earnest smile as he didn’t try to hide his own flaws. His mismatched eyes scanned the girl and then he was sure. “You’re new, because I don’t remember you. So I formally welcome you to the gay mutant library but also command center and we call it operation death rainbow unicorn.”
perpetually cupid’s bow shaped lips having fallen into a gaped ‘ o ’ shape for the most minuscule of moments, jt only alters her facial expression of discernible perplexity to allow a half smile to splay upon alluring features. chuckling lowly, she murmurs in response to the fellow mutant, “i’m jasmine, but just call me jt.” said half smile having deduced to a challenging smirk hooked at the corner of her mouth, jt outstretches a hand courteously while solemnly disfiguring the setting of their location into mild distortions, via her musings, of course.
“I just saw someone swallow an entire turkey leg, and I’m not sure if I should be impressed or appalled. Anyway, I was kind of tasked with making sure any newcomers felt as welcome as possible, so if you wouldn’t mind telling me where to find any new people, I would greatly appreciate it.”
the quirking of a shapely brow threatens to display a piquing of slight amusement on jasmine’s part as leather clad arms are crossed upon a fair bosom. tapping a clawed fingertip against her upper arm, jt quips abruptly, “seeing as you’re the welcoming committee, isn’t is sort of your job to be capable of telling an unfamiliar face from a familiar one?”
✧ ━━━ 「 KAT GRAHAM, cisfemale, she/her 」did you hear that JASMINE “JT” TUCKER just arrived at the mutant underground? I heard the 25 ( TWENTY FIVE ) year old is on the run FOR AN ALLEGED HOMICIDE. It’s such a shame it had to come to that, but we’re glad they’re able to bring their REALITY WARPING to our team, they’re sure to be a great addition to the rebellion. i’ve heard rumors going around that they’re manipulative & calculating, as well as driven & adaptable. in due time, we’re bound to unravel the truth. will RIFT survive the war?
hi, guys !! 😍 it’s been a long time coming, but i’m finally here. my name is shay, i’m eighteen, residing in the central timezone of the usa, and i’m heaps excited to be here and introduce my mutant daughter, jt. if anyone would be interested in plots, both new and old, then feel free to hit me up !! otherwise, a biography is listed below the cut:
trigger warnings: murder, gore, guns mention
taking the world by storm with squealed cries and piercing shrieks, jasmine tucker immediately obtained the crown to become a force to be reckoned with born on a dusk fallen evening. willed with a strong mind and an even stronger attitude, the young girl wasted absolutely no time in coming into her own. for instance, thinking outside the box instantaneously grew as one of her most favorite past times, especially so once the mutant would catch onto her ability of rifting circumstances into her favor. finding her reverie more often than not traveling to areas which happened to be unfathomable, imagine jasmine’s purely unadulterated glee upon finding out she could mold situations with a mere musing.
bearing the privilege of having two loving mutant parents at her side — one which manipulated matter and another whom absorbed others’ abilities — jasmine was only encouraged to build up on her skillset. however, such seemingly picture perfect conditions would hastily deteriorate within a matter of moments, before jasmine could even alter fate itself into coinciding with her own desires. in the form of two .45 caliber bullets lodged into the flesh of her unguarded beloveds would render jasmine into a bitter and hate enflamed reality warper — a rather large inconvenience for those abhorrent up a possible mutant uprising.
immediately placed into the foster system, only to be taken up rather suspiciously quick by a non mutant, jasmine’s rage only seemed to boil to outrageous levels, leading her to act out on numerous occasions. on the other hand, it seemed such simmering dislike could only be appeased in the form of yet another mutant. soft features and delicate tendencies taming her feral state, it was safe to assume jasmine was smitten. still, such revelations were not yet to be completely over.
while having emerged from a deep slumber during no specific hour of darkness, on her trek to the restroom in the dead of night, jasmine would undoubtedly reach her final breaking point. between hushed whispers and hummed utterances, jasmine would collect enough evidence that her foster father was responsible for countless mutant deaths, leading her to assume the potential, yet worst possibility — her parents were one of said deaths. in a fit of fury, jasmine utilized her ability, bending the realm by which her foster father happened to be placed in, thus driving him into an uncontrollable haze of craze. by the end of it all, he was sprawled dead upon the floor, a pair of scissors bloodied in his grip while his neck appeared gashed open, ichor freely flowing into a pool beneath him.
to this very day, alongside her being her longtime companion by which seemingly never ending feelings are harbored, jasmine relentlessly runs. she does not regret her previous actions by any means, though god forbid both ever run into anyone who dare underestimate their girth, otherwise they may just prepare for the exact fate.
“Babe, it’s like we died and went to mutant heaven.” Rosemary’s eyes switched from a light brown to a nearly silver hue. The girl scanned their surroundings, fingers intertwined with Jasmine’s while she strutted along close by her side, protective and vigilant as ever. Her temporarily dyed light blond hair drifted in the air, like a mane spread out around her face, features accentuated by the moderate amount of make-up she wore. always aiming to look food for Jasmine.
the reality warper in question would have undoubtedly been lying to herself had she not cosigned along with her lover’s statement. twinkling verdant hues skimming over crowds of individuals gifted with abilities much like themselves, some appearing other worldly while others manage to appear deceivingly normal, jasmine subconsciously gives rosemary’s hand a reassuring squeeze before uttering finally, “stay by my side, okay?” there was no telling what sort of traps or hitches could seize them during that very moment.
