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Posted by Eupraxia on Aug 19, 2021 20:49:03 GMT -6
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Nov 12, 2024 14:18:08 GMT -6
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Everyone had to learn new, better ways to use their powers. For some students with energy powers or physical transformations, their progress was more visibly impressive. Eupraxia did not compare herself to those mutants, because her goals were important to her. She did not need them to think she was flashy, and maybe her training was not making her more field-focused, but she wanted and deserved some comfort-of-life improvements.
After months of work, she had made it. She could retain her surface tension consistently enough to keep something on top of her form without letting it sink in or break her surface. She could wear clothes.
It sounded like an unnecessary thing; no one questioned Praxi not wearing clothes. She could have gone on as a nude puddle and no one would stop her. Still, now that she was an adult, according to New York and the teachers, Praxi wanted to express her form in ways that felt more adult. To some people, that became distracting without clothes, and Praxi noticed that.
More than that, Praxi liked clothes. Clothes were pretty and cool, with so many varieties. Fashion had evolved while Atlantis was in the ocean. With the help of Ms. Grey-Morris (the red one,) Praxi was able to pick out a white dress with fabric treated not to absorb liquid. She did not want this dress becoming off-white green any time soon.
With little effort, Praxi slipped into the dress and formed herself, filling out the dress until it was surface-tight. She was patient enough to get to her room to change, but she did not bother to close the door; she was too excited. Praxi admired herself in a mirror. She looked like the people she saw online. "I wish this school had more parties," she grumbled aloud.
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