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"There aren't a lot of people patient enough, for starters. My family doesn't know. I think it's probably best since I may loose their memory some day anyway. My job knows. They're flexible as far as I know. They depend on my ability."
She had a job, one that was aware of her abilities, and made good use of them. Interesting. As far as Susan knew, most mutants were outcasts of some kind or another, living on the outskirts of society, hiding their abilities if they could, or at least using them in an environment where they were accepted - among other mutants. But for someone to deal with such a difficult mutation alone, not to mention work with it...
Interesting.
"I can see how your abilities can be useful" Susan nodded, picking up her glass of water "Good for you."
She stared at the water for a moment, tasting it with her eyes before bringing it to her lips.
"Mine are still fairly out of control" she admitted "But it will also have its own use, once I get down to doing some experiments." she confided in the strange lady "Sometimes you just have to work on your own, huh. I am not sure if there is anyone in this city that can help a mutant with one specific kind of ability..."
She was in musing mode now. It happened a lot when she was around other mutants. There were just so damn many questions buzzing around.

Susan observed the sign of the restaurant and shrugged.
"I don't really have a preference as to the cultural origins of my meals."
Dark eyes turned yellow and blue for a few moments; the place, just like most others that served food, was surrounded by a multicolored cloud of smells and flavors.
"... but food here tastes decent. We can go in."
Once inside, it took a few minutes for Susan to regain control over her senses; it usually happened when there was too much information in her immediate environment, and food places were the trickiest of all. Especially when she was hungry. There was food that looked spicy and food that tasted azure and green; there was food that smelt burning hot and food that made fresh chirping sounds like salads usually do. Susan's hands traveled up to her ears and eyes, and she bit her lips, forcing herself to regain control.
"Um. Yeah. Sorry." she shook her head, attention turning back to Noel as they moved towards an empty table "So, you have been dealing with the effects of your powers all by yourself? Or you received help from others?..."

There were definitely more people in this house. Susan frowned. Just how many teenagers decided to show up and ruin her experiment? And what was the point in coming in hordes? Didn't that defeat the purpose of a dare?...
Susan moved on to the dining room and then to the kitchen, letting Juka follow her or wander around, she really didn't care all that much. She didn't really need light to see - her other senses took care of that. The most logical explanation was that there was a mutant - maybe more - in the house. Experiment no. 1: search for the mutant.
The moment the two voices filled the house and the exits were sealed away, Susan could tell she'd found him. And her. Both voices had that strange unique color to them, opalescent and very prominent, that she had learned to distinguish as the signature of the X gene. They also had an edge to them, something sharp and uneven, like broken glass. Or something else, twisted till it broke.
"You are mutants." she answered the voices, folding her arms over her chest "I am not impressed."
A growl answered her, low, feral and pitch black, creeping out from the far corner of the kitchen, curling tentacles like something alive. Susan's eyes snapped back to normal as she slowly backed away from the sound. Another answered the first one, just as deep and hungry, from the other corner; there was a third one, between the two. Shadows moved and Susan's eyes turned red at her command, to reveal the source of the sounds: three enormous, black hounds were moving towards her through the kitchen, claws clicking on the tiles, fangs bared.
The witch slowy took a step back, then another one; keeping her eyes on the dogs, she kept moving away and towards the door.
"Go. Away." she bared her own teeth at them. It didn't work.
"Umm. Juka?" she called out, not looking to check if the man was still around "Run."
With that, Susan twirled around and ran out of the kitchen, slamming the door shut and not looking back to see if it stopped the dogs. Howling echoed down the halls behind her, and the sound of splintering wood.
Not. Fun.

"And I'm sure it was a relief to find out you werent' a witch."
Susan wrinkled her nose.
"For them, maybe. I personally wouldn't mind being a witch. It is a form of power based on knowedge and experience, not something you are born with... contrary to common belief." she added with a smirk.
There was a lot of that going around in poplar culture lately...
"... but I have to admit, in my case genetics make more sense."
Meld seemed to be in a close relationship with Pluto. It could be seen in the way her voice colored more bright, talking about him.
"...though I suppose he wouldn't fit in any less than I do and I still live there."
Susan tilted her head.
"Why did you coose the Mansion?"

There is no such thing as ghosts.

Susan knew that. She was also aware of the fact that what people labeled as 'ghosts' could have been a whole variety of things, beings and phenomena, most of them with completely reasonable scientific explanations behind them.
Like people being able to change eye colors and smell sounds.
Not witchcraft. Genetics.

That was the main reason why Susan Hyde a.k.a. Witch never understood teenagers who spent the night in 'haunted' places just for kicks. Unreasonable fear as such was not her thing. Curiosity, on the other hand, was what made the world of science go around.
There had been a lot of talk about 118 Apple Street lately. It was all over the news earlier, and it soon became the favorie spot of people looking for an adrenaline rush.
Most of them got way more than they bargained for.

Susan saw the whole trip as one simple science project. If there was something in that house, be it a ghost or something more realistic, she would be the one to sense it. It was not heroics, or a stupid bet, or anything of the sort. She just statistically had the most chance to discover something that fools people's senses. Because she had way more than five of them.

Why the Candy Sweet Guy wanted to tag along, she had no idea. She was good with science, but, as one person had put it not so long ago, her people skills sucked butt. Juka didn't seem like the type that has a thing for logic and science; he seemed like the type who was interested in the ghosts. At best. But Susan, for once, didn't mind the company, as long as he knew when to shut up.

The house looked haunted, it smelled haunted, even the silence around it was bordering on horror movie cliché. Susan smirked as she walked up to the door, and stopped; it was not closed.
For a moment she considered turning around and going home - there was no use going in when someone else already did. Screaming and giggling teenagers could ruin any science project, she knew that for a fact.
Then again, it was easy to scare them away from a house like this too.
Susan smirked as she pushed the door open, and walked in. No sign of teenagers. Must be cowering under a bed already.
"All right." she said to the House itself, hands on her hips as she looked around "Bring it."

"We were just leaving. We can go somewhere and talk. Know anywhere good?"
Susan shook her head. "No, not really. But we can keep walking, and see if we find a place we like."
And so they started out, the witch and the forget-me-not, through a less popular area of the city.
"So. How do you deal with forgetting things?" she asked, with scientific curiosity "Do you have a job?
There were places for people like this. The most obvious, of course, would be a mental intitute, but since the X gene had been discovered, there were more comfortable options too. Like the school she'd heard about.
She tried to imagine being a mutant with an average job and an average life, and failed. Whatever powers one possessed, even the most trivial ones, would change their life for good. She had only known about mutants for weeks, and she could already tell that.
hat was not included in the question was the thought of her own future.
How do mutants make a living?...

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