The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
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Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
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The will to live is what kept Agnes struggling, striving to keep pushing herself to wake. All she wanted to do, all her foggy mind wanted to do was sleep and to remain in the safety and warmth she felt, wrapped up in the blankets of the vivid, instinctual dreams she was having. But something in the back of her mind, something more evolved told her that this was not the way, that she needed to keep fighting, that she had to force herself to wake up. If she wanted to prove that she was worthy of life, then she needed to make sure she opened her eyes and struggled to escape allure of sleep and dreams.
So she pushed. Her arms twitched, her legs adjusted, and even in the haziness of sleep she could feel that confined space in which she was in. In the blackness behind her eyes, a slow panic began to rise? Her mind, which slowly began to grow conscious, gasped as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. But there was no sense to be had.
With little option left, Agnes continued to strive and struggle against whatever it was that wanted to keep her at bay, to keep her lulled in an everlasting sleep. She was not ready for that. She wanted to live and to live she needed to wake up.
So she twitched, she growled in her half-sleep and she shoved and strived.
Strive: to struggle for existence…
****
>> "Nonsense-- I've pulled an all-nighter or two on last minute assignments. This is nothing."[/color]
DocProf smiled sympathetically at Gina. He knew she must have been a little stir-crazy being cooped up inside her room all day, especially with such a weighty concern for Agnes’ safety. To be honest he was in the same boat. He did not want to worry too much about the young runaway but it was hard not to, especially when such an unknown thing was happening to her. But what were they really waiting for? Such transformations, in the insect world, could take days, months even! He really should have informed the Headmistress and had Agnes carefully moved to the lower levels.
After all, they really had no idea what to expect. He sighed though as he turned away from Gina to glance to Agnes’ cocoon. From what he could tell there was absolutely no change to it. They were going to have to move her. There was no doubt about it anymore that she could be more easily monitored in the infirmary than in her bedroom.
“Gina,” he said as he stood up with a small stretch. “I think it may be better if I contact the Headmistress and we have Agnes moved to the offices downstairs. I…I don’t think we can just leave her in here in this state. I’m afraid tha—“
Before he can finish, there is a sound underneath his words. A sound he does not catch right away but slowly begins to rise, enough to grab both attentions of the room’s occupants.
Craaaaaaaack[/b] goes part of the cocoon as the being inside began to shove and struggle until finally a hand broke through…
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As the DocProf glanced towards Agnes' cocoon, Gina followed his gaze, rubbing her arms uncomfortably. She didn't know much, if anything, about insects, didn't know how long she'd have to wait until Agnes woke up. But, no matter how long it took, Gina would spend every available moment watching over her sister-- no matter the time, and no matter the place. After all, she had been there after Gina's fiasco, so Gina would do the same.
>> “Gina, I think it may be better if I contact the Headmistress and we have Agnes moved to the offices downstairs. I…I don’t think we can just leave her in here in this state. I’m afraid tha—“
As DocProf spoke, Gina unfolded herself from her bed, knees and spine cracking as she rose. She stretched her wings faintly, and rolled her head aroun to stretch it. Fine, they could move her, but it was an unspoken given that Gina would tag along. As Gina finished stretch, as DocProf stumbled over his words in search of the proper way to say that Agnes couldn't stay there, something cut him off. Gina attributed it to humming in her ears at first, itched one ear as if to attack the sound. But, as it increased in magnitude, Gina realized that it was a rustling, a fracturing, coming from Agnes' bed. Gina looked up a very faint look of alarm touching her face. She didn't dare draw closer, but she didn't step back, either.
DocProf had turned and rushed as quickly as his old legs could carry him when he heard the sound of the cocoon cracking. For a second he was worried because he was scared that Agnes was in danger, but the second that he remembered that neither him, nor Gina, had been anywhere close to the cocoon in order to break it, he knew that Agnes was beginning to break out. A glance at the clock and he realized, from Gina’s description, that probably about 24 hours had passed. He would have to make of note of that but not until he checked out the young runaway.
Goodness he hoped that she was okay. He left behind the desk, the chair, and moved over to Agnes’ side. The cocoon that was still wrapped in the pajamas that Agnes had worn before bed was indeed moving and cracking in various spots. He could see the form of the sleeping girl within, a girl who was waking up and trying her damndest to break free.
The hand that broke out clenched and strained as he clawed and pounced at the hard casing. He wanted want to help her break free, but knew better. He did not dare do so and risk harming her. This was her own struggle that she needed to overcome.
>> "Agnes?"
“She’s coming out of it,” DocProf said with a nod as he turned his attention back to the struggling Agnes. He held his breath as he watched.
Crack! Crack!! CRACK!![/b]
Agnes seemed to fight, on and on with everything she had. She shoved against the hardened cocoon and began to widen the cracks that appeared within it. Soon her first hand was replaced by anything and to the observer it was clearly seen that her skin was covered in a fine sticky substance that was translucent and shimmered with the same shade of rainbow that the cocoon was made of. DocProf leaned down and clutched Agnes’ hand, wiping some of the sugary-goo off of her skin. So far so good…
“Come on, honey,” he said encouragingly. “You can do it, come on!”
Agnes was seemingly stirred on by his words. Onward she fought and struggled against the cocoon until more and more of it of it broke away. It was only after another minute or so of tired struggle that she finally managed to break off enough of the shell to collapse forward, into DocProf’s arms. As she did, her mouth opened and from the depths of her lungs came the most insect-like, primordial screech that was ever uttered from her throat.
DocProf slowly pulled Agnes’ sugar-liquid covered, naked body, away from the broken cocoon and gasped as he spied something new about her. On top of that ungodly screech, there were a pair of extra large fly wings upon her back…
He gulped as he blinked once or twice before looking up to Gina.
“Sweetheart, go into the bathroom, wet some warm towels,” he explained. “Hurry okay?”
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Gina watched with muted reverence as the DocProf walked to Agnes' bedside, all the while the young gargoyle lingered expectantly in the background. She couldn't see much, and only heard the crackling of a fracturing shell. Gina could only assume that this meant progress was being made. The DocProf observed that Agnes was emerging, and Gina simply stared in wide-eyed wonder. He rooted her on as she broke free, and Gina did the same.
"Come on, Agnes," Gina chanted quietly, "Come on."
The shell quivered as Agnes continued to push against it, a hand slick with fluid emerging. Gina saw as the DocProf clasped onto it and began to towel the stuff free. The DocProf's and Gina's combined encouragement seemed to be helping, so Gina kept on as well.
"Agnes," Gina added on, feeling rather useless, "You're almost there."
Then, Agnes managed to free herself, and let loose a feral, frightening screech. Gina recoiled faintly, uncertain if the shriek was good thing, or a bad one. Was Agnes hurt? Was she alright? Gina was concerned, and slightly unnerved, by the sound. The DocProf glanced back at her.
>> “Sweetheart, go into the bathroom, wet some warm towels. Hurry okay?”
"Roger, roger," Gina hummed, jogging into the bathroom. She didn't bother with asking what sorts of towels the DocProf meant when he asked for "towels". Gina grabbed both her own and Agnes's hand towels and and washclothes, whilst turning the water on and letting it run until it was warm, before brushing those under the stream of water. She then grabbed Agnes' bath towel and tossed it over her shoulders like a scarf as the water permeated the cloths. Once that was through, Gina turned off the water faucet, and wrung out the sopping towels. Mission complete. She picked up the damp towels, and returned to the room, taking a place beside the DocProf.
"Okay, what next?" Gina inquired matter-of-factly. She looked down at her sister, just to make sure that Agnes was still herself, and noted that she still looked mostly-human-- the keyword was "mostly". For, rather than having that same, Agnes-like appearance that Gina had become so familiar with, she now boasted a pair of fairy wings. Okay, insectoid wings, but Gina had automatically thought "fairy" because, well, Agnes wasn't exactly a fly... Her face didn't really know what to do, for a good many emotions churned through her. All that reflected was a faint, perhaps proud smile, as one might expect to see on someone who was looking upon their newborn child for the first time.
DocProf nodded as Gina ran into the bathroom. He heard the faucet turn on but he was more concerned with the nude young woman that was lying in his arms. The sticky, sugary fluids from the cocoon were stuck fast to her skin, along with pieces of the shell. He peeled off what he could but the majority remained on her skin. He needed to wait until Gina returned with the towels so that he could dab and remove it from her body. At the moment though, he needed to focus on Agnes’ health.
Looking at her face as she opened her mouth and unleashed another hellish, insect-like squeal, he winced as he patted her cheeks, trying to get her to snap out of it. Whatever had happened to the runaway in that cocoon was obviously something that had not only affected her body, but her mind as well. The concept make his spine tingle. Was she going to be okay?
He heard footsteps rush back in and he glanced over his shoulder to see that Gina had indeed returned with a plethora of towels in her arms.
>> "Okay, what next?"
He nodded to the spoke next to him.
“Place them here, honey,” he said as he pointed to the ground.
Once she did he plucked on up and began to wipe the rest of the gummy residue from Agnes’ face. The towel was quickly covered with the gunk as he turned and picked up another one. He really had no idea what Agnes had gone through and hoped, he prayed, that she was not going to be forever changed. But…he just didn’t know. That screech she let out, that was…far from normal.
>> "Whoa,"[/color]
He too had noted the wings and he had to admit that was a hell of a change. He really did not want to comment on those right now. He needed to get Agnes cleaned off and in a better state of being. He doubted she would want to wake up, covered in gunk and with no explanation for it. He shook his head as he cupped Agnes’ chin and gave her another gentle shake. He had to coax her out of it, he just had to…
“Agnes? Agnes, please, listen to my voice, snap out of it, dear,” he said as he patted her chin again.
Agnes winced once…twice…then she opened her mouth. For a second it seemed as if she would release another horrible screech but instead she coughed in a very human way. She hacked and doubled over in DocProf’s arms, the wings on her back gently twitching in movement. He didn’t dare touch them, but instead patted her back.
Cough, COUGH, Cough!![/b]
Agnes wheezed as she found breath again and groaned. Weakly she opened her eyes, lips twisting as she licked them, recoiling at the taste. She moaned again and very, very slowly lifted her gaze to see DocProf and Gina standing there, staring at her.
“W-What’s…g-going…on?” she whispered as she shivered and held herself. As she did so she glanced down and saw that she was without clothing. “Oh…w-why…no clothes…?”
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The shriek had quickened Gina's pace, and she was by DocProf''s side in no time. Gina wasn't sure how to react-- whether to be relieved or anxious, happy or very concerned. For the time being, though, she'd just set down the towels. She would do nothing more, and attempt to feel nothing more, than what the DocProf instructed her to. Gina watched as the DocProf began to towel her off, starting with her face. Gina realized that she should have grabbed more towels. She kept the big towel draped over her shoulders, just in case.
She listened to the doctors' reassurances and gentle encouragements, remaining in the background and feeling, once again, rather at a loss. Agnes winced, then coughed, clearing her throat of any wayward gunk. Gina remembered to breathe, yet hadn't realized that she'd forgotten to do so. Agnes coughed until she was whezing, and then turned her gaze upon them, surveying the situation, herself, and those surrounding. Gina smiled, but she seemed predominantly concerned.
>> “W-What’s…g-going…on? Oh…w-why…no clothes…?”
Gina couldn't help it-- Agnes was awake and well enough to speak-- Gina's face fell into a relieved expression, but when she sought to explain what had just happened, it was made apparent that Gina didn't truly know what had just happened. Well, she did, but she couldn't put it into words in a way that would make sense, and not sound slightly frantic. Gina would let DocProf handle the explanations, while she worked on remembering how to speak.
DocProf smirked sympathetically at the young woman’s question. It was obvious that she did have a right to know why she was naked. He shook his head gently as he continued to wipe more of the residue off her face and hair while he picked up the larger towel that Gina had managed to bring to them. He wrapped that around her shoulders to warm her a little as he sighed and tried to explain to her some of the changes that she had just gone though.
Agnes, meanwhile, was shaking and shivering, but not purely from the cold. Instead she was shivering because she suddenly felt extremely hungry, as if she had not eaten in weeks.
“Oh, god…” she grumbled and chattered her teeth. “I’m…I’m so…hungry…so…tired…” she complained as she tried to keep herself awake.
“Dear, you’re body went through quite an ordeal,” DocProf said as he warmed her arms. He sighed a little as he watched her, waiting until he caught her eye. “You…you went through a bit of a change. Your powers, for whatever reason, evolved.”
Agnes crinkled her brow, trying to make sense of what the kindly doctor was saying to her. Her mind still felt muddled, as if her brain were soaking in a tub of muddy water. But slowly, ever so slowly, it began to clear up. She still was not fully sure of what the doctor was telling her so she simply sat there, her breathing slowly catching up as she flexed her fingers. Why did they feel sticky?
“H-How long…did I sleep?” she asked as she glanced at her clock. It was only a little after 1am. “Three hours? F-Feels like…it’s been…longer…”
“Agnes,” DocProf started as he patted her arm. “It’s been 24 hours. You’ve been asleep for a full day…”
Agnes paused and looked up at him slowly, confusion washed over her face. But as she did so, DocProf seemed to take this as a cue that she was going to need more explanation. Silently, and gently, the good doctor began to explain everything he could to Agnes. About how Gina had come to his office, told him that she had woken up with Agnes encased in a shell, and about their vigil over her for the following 24 hours. She remained voiceless as he explained everything, her mind struggling to catch up to what he had said. When he finally reached the end about what had just occurred, Agnes let the doctor very gently pull down the back of the towel to reveal the wings…
Agnes paused as she looked over her shoulder and felt the muscles on her back twitch and twinge at the sensation of the newest arrival upon her back. She could feel new nerves, a new stretch on her skin, and the feeling of muscles struggling to accommodate the wings. It was then she felt her stomach lurch.
“Ooooh…” Agnes muttered as she clutched her stomach. “I…I…I think I’m going to be sick…”
DocProf winced as he stood up and gently helped her to stand before he turned to Gina. “Gina, can you please assist her to the bathroom, maybe run a shower so that she can wash off the rest of the residue. I shall head downstairs for some sustenance for her…”
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Gina kept passively to the background as the DocProf and Agnes spoke. Gina was still in a bit of shock, numb to the whole situation as her brain scrambled what to make of things. She lingered between concern and excitement, anxiousness and relief, and her mouth was still numb with speechlessness. It was odd for her to be so quiet, but she couldn’t find anything much to say. DocProf reached for the towel that was draped over Ginas’ shoulders, and Gina passed the towel along readily. Agnes was trembling so incredibly, that Gina was glad to fork the towel over for Agnes’s benefit.
>> “Oh, god… I’m… I’m so… hungry… so… tired.”
>> “Dear, your body went through quite an ordeal. You… you went through a bit of a change. Your powers, for whatever reason, evolved.”
A bit of a change, Gina echoed mentally, looking towards the wings again if that was “a bit” of a change, Gina wondered what a big change would be… Agnes’s brow furrowed at the DocProfs’ words, blatantly confused.
>> “H-how long… did I sleep? Three hours? F-Feels like… it’s been… longer…”
>> “Agnes, it’s been 24 hours. You’ve been asleep for a full day.”
Gina nodded in agreement. Full day, indeed. But, Agnes was still baffled. Thus, DocProf went on carefully and diplomatically explaining their collective ordeal, how Gina herself had come to him that morning, how they’d been there, in the dormitory, for a solid day, keeping watch over Agnes. And, at the climax of the story, the DocProf dropped the back of the towel as if to say, “See for yourself,” and Agnes looked. The wings fluttered in reply. Gina followed Agnes’s gaze, but then gravitated back towards her sister’s face.
>> “Ooooh… I… I…. I think I’m going to be sick.”
The DocProf helped Agnes to her feet, and passed her along to Gina. Gina hesitantly looped her arm around Agnes’s, lest Agnes begin to lose her footing, as she took orders from the DocProf.
>> “Gina, can you please assist her to the bathroom, maybe run a shower so that she can wash off the rest of the residue. I shall head downstairs for some sustenance for her.”
“You got it, Doc,” Gina said in reply, dismissively, before turning her attention to her sister, “Come on, Aggs.”
Don’t spew until we get into the bathroom, Gina pleaded mentally, pulling the door open before guiding her sister in. In this situation, it would’ve been more sympathetic to offer words of wisdom about living a winged life, about how you got use to the physiological strangeness after growing into wings, how it really wasn’t that bad, and not a matter to get sick over. But, Gina had none such wisdom to impart. As far as she knew, she’d always had wings, never grew into them. Thus, it was hard to sympathize with such evolution.
Gina guided Agnes towards the toilet, in the event that she really did get sick, and slowly released her hold on her sister’s arm.
“Are you steady?” Gina asked cautiously, with noticeable concern, “You aren’t going to topple over on me? The last thing we need is for you to crack your head open falling, after all of this.”
Her tone was humored but ever-sympathetic. If Agnes had it covered from there, and wasn't going to lose her balance, Gina would get the shower going for her. She had a hundred questions, and a hundred things to say beyond that, but such things could wait. First things first. Gina had to make sure Agnes was alright.
Agnes felt herself being lifted but she scarcely heard any of the conversation that followed. All she knew was that she was being led away from the bedroom. Her entire body felt just utterly exhausted and on top of it her stomach felt both empty and ready to hurl. It was an odd paradox but she knew that that was the best way to describe her stomach in its current state. Her whole body just felt like a mess but with every step into the tiled, brightly lit bathroom, she was also beginning to regain her sense of balance.
She just wished that her legs were not so shaky.
The toilet lid was lifted, and she felt Gina cautiously step away, eyeing her. Agnes knew that she was looking at her with concern and sympathy and as much as Agnes wanted to appreciate it, she needed to keep her stomach from churning. She groaned as she held onto the wall and sighed as she drooped her face forward, breathing through her nose.
>> “Are you steady? You aren’t going to topple over on me? The last thing we need is for you to crack your head open falling, after all of this.”
She shook her head. The strength in her legs was slowly returning.
“N-No…I…I think I can—“
Talking required too much breathing. In doing so she churned her stomach to its final degree and Agnes lurched down, retching loudly. Nothing came up, after all there was nothing TO come up, but it was still a painful muscle reaction that she needed to go through. She shivered, hating that sensation of her flopping stomach, but thankfully the retching seemed to calm it slightly. She just…she really needed to get this gunk off that she could feel over her entire body.
“S-Sorry,” she muttered apologetically to Gina as she wiped her lips with the back of her arm.
In doing so, she felt the spasm of the insect wings now growing out of her back. Weakly they fluttered before they calmed and twitched. She glanced over to the side and spotted the mirror. In it she saw her naked reflection (though draped in a towel) with the large fly wings jutting out of her back. She shook her head as she surveyed them. She winced as she tried to focus on moving them. They fluttered very weakly in response before laying still against her back again. It was too much, way too much information to process. She had new body parts! H-How was that even possible?
She shook her head as she stomach retched again and she held onto the wall. Even inch of that residue on her skin felt absolutely disgusting and she wanted it off, all of it.
“I…I need to get this off…” she muttered as she began to slowly pulled off the gunk from the cocoon off her skin. “I need to get it off…” she whimpered as she pulled more and more of it off but it just remained stuck fast to her fingers…
Agnes really had no idea what she was doing anymore…
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>> “N-No…I…I think I can—“
And then, Agnes heaved. Gina closed her eyes, expecting the worst-- she would be there for her sister, always and forever, but that didn't mean that the gargoyle girl would watch her throw up. That was one thing that Gina wouldn't do. It didn't sound like there was anything in her stomach to regurgitate, though, so Gina dared to open her eyes.
>> “S-Sorry.”
"You're fine, don't worry about it," Gina breathed, smiling maternally. The wings twtiched slightly, catching the light, and Gina followed Agnes's gaze to the new addition to her physiology. Gina was also bewildered by the impossibility of the matter, but she was also secretly enthralled. If Agnes could fly with those, then the two of them could fly together! It could be so much fun.
Agnes heaved again, which cut Gina's reverie short.
>> “I…I need to get this off… I need to get it off…”
Gina's sister-sense went off and told her that Agnes was freaking out, so Gina did as any sister would and went to Agnes's side whilst the older girl was fussing with the residual cocoon. Yeah, Agnes was covered in sticky gunk, but Gina didn't care.
"Agnes, Agnes," Gina murmured comfortingly, carefully avoiding the wings as she took Agnes by the arms, as if to steady her sister, "Agnes, it's okay. We'll get the gunk off, okay? It's okay, we'll get it off. Come on."
At that, Gina began to guide her sister towards the shower. She released Agnes only to turn the water on, test the temperature with her hands until it was a comfortable lukewarm, and then switched from the "tub" spigot to the showerhead with the flick of a plug. She turned to Agnes, smiling kindly as she stepped aside, and she said, "It'll be easier to get it off in the shower, I'm sure. Is that a good temperature for you?"
Her heart started racing, her head started to pound, and her stomach began to flip and roll over again. But she wouldn’t make herself cover over the toilet to attempt to throw up again. There was nothing in her TO throw up. Absolutely, positively, nothing! So there was no point to it. Instead, she struggled with trying to pull the residue from the cocoon off of her body. With her trembling fingers that made it all the more difficult but she simply could not help it. She felt like her body was moving like molasses and yet her brain was humming into overdrive.
She just wanted to peel all of it off! Now! Right now!!
But just as she was about to reach the apex of her frustration which would lead into a full blown panic attack, she felt the hands of her gentle sister press against her. Then the sweet and caring voice began to pierce through the fog of terror that wanted to completely enslave her body…
>> "Agnes, Agnes… Agnes, it's okay. We'll get the gunk off, okay? It's okay, we'll get it off. Come on."[/i]
A few shuddering breaths and Agnes very gently nodded her head. Slowly, oh so slowly, she let Gina lead her towards the shower. With every step she felt the ooze from the cocoon squish between her toes. It was so disgusting. All she wanted to do was to peel her own skin off to get away from the sensation! But with Gina’s urgings, she managed to some semblance of calm about her person.
She shuddered, starting to feel cold again, and instantly her new wings fluttered again. It was so odd feeling those things back there and knowing that there was absolutely no way that she could get rid of them. At least no way that would not result in terrible pain. Her stomach flipped again at that thought. But she managed to keep some composure as Gina turned on the shower and began to test the water…
>> It'll be easier to get it off in the shower, I'm sure. Is that a good temperature for you?"[/color]
Meekly Agnes reached out a shaking hand under the water. It felt nice, warm, and not overly hot. She nodded her thanks. Shakily she stepped into the shower, trying to calm herself down as she felt the streams of water hit her full on. A grateful sigh fell from her lips as she felt the water pour down over his body, carrying a good deal of the gunk away. Anything that was more stubborn she brushed off for reached for a loofah to scrub off.
In silence she scrubbed, just wanting everyone off, trying to comprehend what happened to her and why she entered this whole new phase.
Only when a good 75% of it ooze was off did she finally sad caution a glance to Gina.
“I…I’m s-s-sorry…a-about the Twinkies…” she managed to get out. Funny. Out of everything that had happened to her…THAT was what she had to say…
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Gina sat guard while Agnes showered. Mostly because she didn't know what else to do, and didn't want to be too far away if something went awry. The little gargoyle didn't know what else could go awry, but her sleep-deprived mind reasoned that at this point in time, anything could go wrong. Thus, she took her seat upon a bare spot on the bathroom countertop, sitting sideways so as to lean against the wall, and look towards the doorway. With the wall propping her up, Gina's head lolled back, and she skirted a very, very light sleep whilst her sister cleaned off.
Gina jerked back awake and not a moment too soon. Agnes was looking at her. Gina shifted stiffly. Had she been snoring? God, she hoped not-- after all that b.s. she'd given DocProf about being able to pull all-nighters, snoring would be a dead giveaway that she'd been lying.
>> “I…I’m s-s-sorry…a-about the Twinkies…”
Gina chuckled faintly, her mind following the same line. After all that had happened just recently, and Agnes was apologizing over the Twinkies.
"It's alright, Aggs," Gina sighed, chuckling faintly, "You were probably just... storing-up on sugars or something."
Gina stretched and yawned, before attempting to shock herself back into wakefulness by swatting her own cheek. Gina sighed and went-on to say, "I'm just glad you're awake. The wait was nerve-racking."
Agnes paused as she watched Gina for a bit. The poor thing, she looked so completely exhausted. From what they had said back when she first broke out of the cocoon, both DocProf and Gina had been up the whole day and into the night just watching her, waiting to see what was going to happen. In that moment the runaway felt her heart swell a tiny bit. To know that both of those people cared so much about her. It really helped her to feel like she was not so alone.
That’s not to say that she believed that no one cared about her. Obviously they did, but this only helped to reinforce that thought. She sighed when noted that Gina had managed to force herself to wake up from near sleep. She was so tucking the girl in after this…incident.
>> "It's alright, Aggs…You were probably just... storing-up on sugars or something."[/i]
She shuddered. That night, she remembered it clearly. She wanted sugar, that was all she wanted and before she knew it she had downed several Twinkies and had even threatened Gina, her very own sister, with crazy eyes! Was that whole thing really caused by this change that she had just gone through? It seemed as if it connected both A and B but…why? She had never done anything like this before!
Why now?
She head shook as she tried to figure it out while she scrubbed more. Her skin was turning an almost beet red due to the scrubbing but she was finally feeling clean. The residue was gone and she prayed she would never have to feel it on her skin again.
>> “I'm just glad you're awake. The wait was nerve-racking."
Agnes looked up again and she frowned a little sadly.
“I…I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to…you know…scare you…” she said. She was still feeling a little weakly. But as she grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around herself for decency, Agnes turned to leave the shower when she felt her wing bend uncomfortably in the cramped space. She winced. “Ow! Ow!” she groaned as she finally managed to get herself out of the shower. She shook her head as she glanced at her back and hung her head a bit. Her wings were twitching again and having a hard time pressing down against her back. She groaned in frustration. “T-This…this is..just crazy!” she whimpered as she tried to flex the wings down, only managing to make one twitch.
She would kill Gina if she laughed…simple as that…
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jan 6, 2012 11:49:05 GMT -6
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Apr 25, 2024 23:12:30 GMT -6
Sophy
>> “I…I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to…you know…scare you…”
"Don't be sorry," Gina interjected, brown-eyed gaze cutting towards Agnes. Gina's gaze was nothing less that seirous, "It couldn't be helped anymore than... PMS." Gina hesitated to liken something so mundane as cramps, to something so drastic as an evolution in power, but they were both things that happened on essentially their own accord, and couldn't be helped. Gina slouched against the wall and closed her eyes again as Agnes clambered out of the shower, allowing her sister some privacy as she donned a new towel.
>> “Ow! Ow! T-This…this is..just crazy!”
The young gargoyle looked up sharply as Agnes exclaimed in pain and frustration, only to find that one of her wings was uncomfortably tweaked against the wall. Gina grimaced sympathetically, and most certainly did not laugh-- she'd grown up with wings, and had gone through years of tears and sore twinges, particularly when she was younger and less graceful. With years of practice, she'd learned the delicate art of showering in cramped showers, walking through narrow doorways, and navigating narrow rows of bookshelves without unshelving books. Gina had had a lifetime to perfect operating with a physiology that Agnes had just grown into today. So, on the scale of flighted muties, Agnes was a newborn, and Gina was an old pro. Laughing wouldn't only be out-of-place, but cruel as well.
"You'll get more conscious of 'em the longer you have them," Gina assured her sister, smiling sagely. At least she didn't have a tail to watch out for as well, the gargoyle added on mentally. Gina felt compelled to explain how you could fold your wings down for better mobility, but... she couldn't. Agnes's muscular structure was probably different than hers, but even if it hadn't been, explaining how to move wings to a person who'd only just developed some would be like trying to explain "running" to a lifelong paraplegic. Nearly impossible. Thus, Gina left her reassurance at that.
Agnes had managed to maneuver out of the shower but not without bending her wing into a very uncomfortable position. It really did hurt, almost as if she were twisting her arm into a position that could bring on a cramp. The worst of it was that she could not bend the wing down on her own or even reach back to massage the part that wanted to twist into a knot. Instead all she could do was suffer through it, and after everything that she had been though, it was only just adding to her already mounting frustration.
She sniffled but she managed to keep her composure. She was too tired to cry, to hungry to feel sorry for herself, and too embarrassed to seek more help from Gina than she had already given. Gina needed to sleep and Agnes was already feeling bad for wearing her out so thoroughly.
But as she stood there, attempting to towel off, Agnes could not help constantly noticing the new addition to her body. Her wings just seemed to be so cumbersome, nudging against the walls, the towel rack, the door, and still she could do nothing to keep move them. They twitched on their own accord, newborn wings aching to try themselves out but with no idea how they would even go about doing it.
Gina seemed to catch onto her frustrations and offered good advice.
>> "You'll get more conscious of 'em the longer you have them,"
Agnes slumped a little. At the moment she could barely think ahead for another minute than plan for the rest of her life. Where these things going just always be around? What if she could not move them? What if something went wrong, or even right, in the cocoon and the wings were really just meant for show and could never be used? Her heart began to palpitate at the idea that this was all some mistake but Agnes knew better than to fight it. These wings, they…really didn’t feel temporary.
Another glance to Gina and she sniffled but nodded.
“I…I guess you’re right,” she whispered with a small shiver on her lips. It was past one o’clock in the morning so it was no wonder that she was cold. “I…I…I think…I better get on…some pajamas.”
She wrapped the towel securely around her frame, minding the wings, as she shivered and attempted to walk to the bedroom to seek out her pajamas. She did not even think about how she would get her own shirt on. She was just tired of being naked…