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  1. ,, Oops! I totally forgot about it over the weekend. I'll tend to that today or tomorrow.
  2. I slightly prefer M&M overall, but I'm a bit worried about losing the flavor of PCs (Aberrant certainly has a flavor to it...). If people want to make the change, I'll go along with it.
  3. Warren and Oneca flew, while Morri and Kazuo followed on foot. The two could have carried them, but Morri had shaken her head and Kazuo had shrugged and pointed out that she shouldn’t be alone. Morri didn’t care; she wasn’t focused on them anymore. Her senses were reaching ahead of them, straining toward the scent of blood and pain that hung in the air. She was afraid, she realized but overriding the fear was eagerness. For too long, she’d been told ‘no’. “No, Morri, you can’t hurt others.” “No, Morri, use your words.” “No, Morri, don’t attack people when they make you afraid or angry!” ,, No one was saying ‘no’ now. The feral understood that she was free to give rein to her instincts and drives. She could attack. She could cut. She didn’t have to use any social lies. She was free to be Morri. ,, Her new armor felt strange; not bad, just strange. It was heavier than her winter clothing but it didn’t impede her movement. The run over gave her a chance to feel its limitations and by the time they were in the general area, Morri was sure she’d be fine. The red and gold outfit made her look more imposing, but Morri didn’t care about that; she’d be happy wearing rags most of the time. What pleased her about it was its defensive abilities. ,, They saw the conflict long before they could affect it. The streets in this area were perfectly straight, creating valleys between mountains of twenty and thirty story buildings. Smoke billowed out onto Eighth Avenue from Thirty-Eighth Street, providing minimal cover to Morri and Kazuo before they arrived. But on the other side of the smoke the war raged. ,, Morri’s first target was a skinny, long-limbed boy who was hoisting a car into the air by its bumper. The bumper should have snapped off the car but physics were being grossly violated. The young-looking mutant spun the car and its screaming passengers once before casually tossing the vehicle into the pizzeria on the corner. ,, Morri bounced forward as her blood congealed into a long, slim blade. She shoved it through the mutant in one brutal thrust, catching him from behind and off-guard. The kid—he looked like he should have been at the school—screamed and dropped to one knee, dragging her blood-blade down. Morri bared her teeth and pulled her weapon loose. That turned out to be an error; the kid twisted to face her and thrust his hand at her. An invisible wall of force caught her and bodily hurled her away. Her trajectory was also stopped by a wall, but this one was made of concrete and glass. The window frame caught her in her lower back while the glass skittered off of armor and sliced skin. From there, she rolled onto a couch and rebounded off a coffee table before finally coming to rest. ,, “Ow.” It only took her a second to recover her senses; the reek of cigarettes and a full catbox in the apartment didn’t help her reeling head. Staggering back to the window, she spotted the kid being barbequed by Oneca. Since the flame-wreathed bad girl had things in hand, Morri did the natural thing: she slipped out the window and climbed down the building with the intention of shanking his ass from behind. He collapsed before Morri could get there, and the feral turned her attention to the next opponent, a gray-haired man casually flicking bolts of bright yellow energy at buildings and humans as it pleased him. She took a moment to check on Kazuo, Warren and Oneca; seeing they were in one piece and still active, she started to stalk toward him. ,, She crept around the far side of vehicles and debris until she was close enough to pounce. His walk had carried him half-a-block up Thirty-Eighth, so he was to the liquor store before Morri was able to attack. Silently, she leapt at him from behind an overturned police car, but he must have sensed her coming; he turned and blasted her with his bolt. It hurt like hell but the pain was quickly fading as she landed in front of him. Her blade stabbed at him but his quick dodge made it a glancing blow. ,, Morri had assumed that he’d be weaker at close combat but his eager grab at her changed her mind. Ducking under his arms, she made a shallow slice into his stomach. Sadly, he pulled enough so that instead of spilling his guts, she cut only skin. His hands were glowing as he tried to close, and Morri noted his knees were glowing as well as she discarded her blade for a shorter one to compensate for his closeness. ,, He grabbed the front of her armor and pulled her close. She got a blade into his side, but his elbows, which were glowing like his hands, and knees began to pummel her. His elbows were striking her head and shoulders, while his knees slammed into her sides and thighs. She’d seen his fighting style before in a movie, not that she really cared which one right now. With a growl, she fought back, working to get around his defenses and get a knife into him. ,, When she felt the blade sink into his side, Morri twisted hard and jerked it to the side. She wasn’t quite able to open up his stomach but he staggered back from her, his face twisted with pain. “Go. Go!” Morri shouted. “Go, no fight. Live. No go, die.” ,, His eyes narrowed and he turned away—only to twist back and thrust a golden burst of power at her. Morri rolled under it and uncoiled into an attack that cut up into his groin. “Warn you.” She stabbed him low in the stomach with her off-hand and he collapsed to the ground, his hands holding his various cuts. He had no fight left in him, and Morri abandoned him there. ,, She surveyed the fight, noted her schoolmates were still up, still fighting, and went back to war.
  4. “Morri go war before.” Her blood dripped down her arms but didn’t coalesce into weapons. Her red eyes swept over the room and her peers before she swiveled and followed Sonja and Alex. Before she made it far, a shout stopped her. ,, “Morri, wait!” Eileen’s voice rose above the other sounds of the room with fearful urgency. When the feral turned, Eileen rushed to her and threw her arms around her. With her lips near Morri’s ear, she whispered, “Be careful. Please Morri, please be careful. Come home safe.” ,, “Morri heal. Morri come home.” The feral gave Eileen a smile of youthful immortality. The thought that this might be Morri’s last day on earth clearly wasn’t occurring to her. ,, “Promise me! Promise you’ll be careful.” Eileen was almost begging. She’d do more to see this wild foster daughter of hers come back. ,, The red-eyed feral sighed in a manner that broadcast she was placating Eileen. “Morri be full of care.” ,, “Okay. Don’t forget your suit.” Eileen let her go and watched as Morri ran for the locker room. Her eyes shone with tears and she had to press a hand to her mouth to stop from calling the wild child back, but Eileen somehow let her go.
  5. A hand on Sakurako’s arm drew her attention to Morri. The red-eyed mutant was staring at her with those creepy, glowing eyes. “War-ran, Kate-lan need fight.” ,, “No they don’t!” Sakurako was almost shaking in her desire to stop the needless pain and suffering. ,, “Yes. Need fight now, in good place, not in real fight.” Morri gazed around at the room, having only barely understood what it really was and what it could do. “Safe-place fight. Not safe-place out there.” ,, “They don’t have to fight at all!” ,, “Need fight. Need know who higher than other.” To Morri, this was a dominance fight, nothing more and nothing less. In a way, that’s exactly what it was, only it wasn’t about dominance but respect: Warren didn’t have respect for Caitlin as a person, and she was determined to have it, even if she literally had to hammer it out of him.
  6. Morri scowled. “No worried. No care.” She was pouting, staring sullenly at the ground. She looked like any other teenaged girl who wasn’t getting her way at that moment. ,, “That is not true.” Marco turned her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. “You know it is not true.” ,, Morri’s tough demeanor faded, burned away by Marco’s words. “Hurts.” That one word held a story in it, the story of girl loves boy who loves other girl, a story that had been told over and over, yet never ended. ,, “I know,” the gay mutant sighed as he wrapped her arms around Morri, helpless to do more than give her a second hug. He had known this heartbreak too; it was a universal rite of growing up, it seemed. A second later, he had a thought. “Morri, what Eileen told you about being a thur—third wheel… that was not exactly right.” ,, Red eyes, so full of pain, now filled with confusion. “No… unna… unda-stand.” ,, “Understand.” He saw her nod and mouth the word, trying so hard to learn. He took her hand again and started walking toward the hidden elevator, working out the best way to describe a complex new concept to the young mutant. “There are people who date more than one person at a time. They love everyone they date and are happy that way.” As amazement blossomed on Morri’s face, Marco had to stifle a laugh. From her wide-eyed gaze, she looked like he’d just blown her mind. “It is called polygamy. But!” He held up a finger. “Not everyone is happy like that. Even if you were to approach those in your heart, they may not feel the same.” ,, “Those in Morri heart?” The feral looked confused and Marco quickly joined her. ,, “Your feelings for Sonja and Alex—that is a crush, Morri. You have a crush on your friends. Well, a crush on each, since it is not their relationship you love but them.” Marco tilted his head. “You did not know?” ,, “Morri have crush? What feeling crush?” She looked surprised and, oddly, reverent. “Crush hurts.” ,, “That is why it is called a ‘crush’ instead of something more pleasant.” Marco watched her process this as they walked toward the building. Suddenly he leaned down and murmured, “Morri, look.” ,, Her red eyes rose to see Kia and Sonja walking toward them. The feral’s face lit up with joy as she laid eyes on her Amazonian friend; to the approaching girls, it looked as if Marco had vastly improved Morri’s mood. “Kia!” she hollered across the intervening space. “Sonja! Marco want see elevator!”
  7. “And we wouldn’t let him hurt you if he was,” Ford said quickly. He’d almost claimed that he’d keep Morri safe, but decided that including cute Kia in on that would keep the girl on his side. “We’ll keep you safe.” ,, “Yes, you did that so well last time.” Eileen strode through the door with Director Drumm and a handful of the faculty behind her. “I warned you, Ford, to stay the hell away from her.” ,, Morri stood, her stance uncertain, as Kai tried to adjust to the sudden change in the room. Ford looked around the room, as if seeking escape. “I-lean?” the red-eyed feral asked hesitantly. ,, “Yeah, what’s going on?” Kia echoed, with more words. ,, “Ford was the one drugging Morri at Vyse’s commands.” Eileen stopped in front of the man, crossing her arms and glaring. Kia couldn’t remember seeing the normally gentle teacher quite this angry before today. “I left him in Africa for a reason. He’s trespassing on campus and will be removed.” ,, Morri watched with her typical implacable stare, impossible to read. Ms. Childs moved to flank Ford, her face hard and icy. Reluntantly, the man moved toward the door, only to stop and say, “Morri, I didn’t want to hurt you. I had to, and the first chance I got, I helped you escape.” ,, “You’re a liar and a coward.” Eileen stepped aside as the faculty escorted him away. ,, “Here, this is hers.” Ford pulled out the picture and tried to give it to Kia. “Will you keep it for her?”
  8. Morri's uniform will be Vibranium, inspired by Anite Fite/YJL Empress's costume. It'll not be exactly like hers, but something like it.
  9. Dave, oh ST-person! I tried to catch you in chat last night and missed you, but I need to have some help dealing with the suit issue. Can we talk in chat tonight or should I just PM you?
  10. He didn’t understand. Some of the jealousy faded, replaced by more sadness as Morri considered that no one understood. It wasn’t about them being together; Morri liked them together. She liked the way that Alex smiled at Sonja or the bright blush that Sonja got on her cheeks. Morri wanted to see them like that all the time. It was good and beau-tie-full and right! She wanted to be part of that. ,, She wasn’t though. Everyone had made that clear, and the heartrending sorrow that Morri felt every time someone told her that only got worse. She wanted to grab them both and run away with them. She wanted to go somewhere safe from ah-dults, to a place where she could speak clearly. She knew that if she wasn’t retarded, she’d be able to explain it. She’d have the words to make it all-write. But right now she didn’t have the words for the grief inside—how could she possibly tell someone else it when she couldn’t tell herself? ,, There was one word for it. Inn-posse-bile. ,, “See-crit muh-tant lair.” Morri answered Marco absently, drawing her knees up to her chest. “Hunt tell muh-tants fight pro-tect ah-dults and muh-tants.” It still grated at her, that she was expected to pro-tech bad ah-dults.
  11. “Marco.” The voice, vaguely familiar, caused Marco to peer up sharply. Morri stared at him, the glow of her red eyes muted in the sunlight. ,, “Morri.” Marco looked around. “Where’s your friends? The blonde ones?” ,, Morri couldn’t stop the downcast look that crossed her face. “Sonex… all down stair. Down elly… elly-vader.” ,, “Ooo-kay. That made no sense.” Marco peered at her a moment. “Are you okay?” ,, “Morri not.” The girl sat down. “No be thurd weal hard. Morri no like. Morri want back way was. Morri want friends back.” She rubbed at her aching eyes, swallowing past a lump in her throat. She blinked at Marco, miserable.
  12. “Marco no like girl.” Somehow, Morri had followed the conversation. “Marco like cock in ass.” ,, “Morri!” Sonja said, her blue eyes widening with shock. Where was she learning these words?! “You shouldn't call a boy gay.” ,, “Unless he is,” Aradia pointed out casually. “Besides, rumor is that he thinks we all need ‘curing’, the asshole. So I’ll pass on being set up.” ,, “You didn’t say that, Morri.” Sonja looked at her with worry. “Did he tell you that?” ,, Morri hesitated before answering, unsure what Sonja was wanting. “Marco show Morri… he fear muh-tant.” She struggled to explain what she’d felt. “No mean bad. Just wrong.” ,, “Maybe Morri should date him.” Aradia smirked. “Sounds like she’s got a crush.” ,, Predictably, the feral looked alarmed until Sonja assured her, “A crush is the first step to love. You like them before you love them.” ,, “Morri want know when find love,” the feral interjected, relentlessly bringing the conversation back to her primary concern. “How know love?” Sonja had said that love could trick you! What was up with this love thing, that it was so desired and yet so mean? “How crush work?
  13. She was being ignored. Not even Sonja or Alex noticed her. Even Ilean was talking quietly to Hunt, smiling proudly around the room. Kazuo was studying the coats like the one War-ran wore, trying to look casual about his regard. Morri was a thurd weal to everyone in the room. Her fingers slipped from Sonja, but Sonja and Alex were laughing about something. Slightly frantically, Morri looked around the room—no one was looking at her or talking to her. ,, Anger rose in her, twinned with pain. She’d gotten used to having Alex and Sonja be attentive to her, to pay her special attention because she was different. And now… was she not different enough? Were they cutting her out completely? What was happening? ,, Morri backed away from everyone, and still no one saw her go. She wasn’t trying to be silent, but all of her friends, everyone she liked and loved, were overlooking her. She reached the exit, and still nothing, and so she left. ,, The ride up in the massive elevator made her feel even sadder. Morri hadn’t really been lonely since coming to the school. Kazuo wasn’t a particularly quiet roommate, and Sonja had taken her under wing almost immediately. Morri hadn’t been alone, except for when she’d chosen to be. Now, she felt like she had to be alone, because no one would be with her. ,, It was a terrible, shitty feeling. ,, Outside the building, Morri blinked in the sunlight, not sure what to do now. Everything she liked to do involved memories of someone else: music and dancing and movies and PIE and everything were all tied up in someone else. Doing those things would remind her that she was doing them alone. Forlorn, she stared into the distance and wondered, What now?
  14. “I don’t know. I hope Morri knows.” Ford wasn’t looking at the picture; he was watching Morri as she stared at the image. He saw it when her lips curled in a silent snarl and was ready when she blew up. ,, “Bad man!” The shout made Kia jump, though only because the other girl hadn’t been expecting Morri to scream for no reason. ,, “What did he do?” Ford turned the picture, even as Morri backed away, leaving it in clear view of the mutant. “Do you remember who he is?” ,, “Bad man!” Morri insisted, blood rolling down her arms. Unnerved by the sign of impending violence, Ford tucked the image away. “Morri no know! Man bad!” Morri dropped into a squat and rubbed at her eyes. It wasn’t anger or fear in her gaze, or not just anger and fear. There was also pain in her eyes, and the back of her hands were smeared with tears.
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