School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

Kit-Kat yelped, "What the - Who? - How?"

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Angelos was done with the wings. His breathing grew heavy as they shrunk, molted, and retreated into his back. The wounds healed up, replaced by his usual scars.

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It took a couple minutes to extinguish the fire. Ther grabbed the book - only slightly singed - and put it in a flame-proof box. Then she sat down on the charred blankets.
 
(I kind of feel sorry for Angelos and Ther. Angelos' wings are horrifically painful. I mean, just imagine how it would feel for your bones and skin to shrink or grow and come out or in through cuts in your back, then grow or drop feathers. Ow. And Ther was just too powerful for me to give her an easy time, but the first time I let her get to an emotional high I drop her.

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.)
 
Kit-Kat yelped, "What the - Who? - How?"

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Angelos was done with the wings. His breathing grew heavy as they shrunk, molted, and retreated into his back. The wounds healed up, replaced by his usual scars.

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It took a couple minutes to extinguish the fire. Ther grabbed the book - only slightly singed - and put it in a flame-proof box. Then she sat down on the charred blankets.
Dylan smiled "My name is Dylan, like you I am a mutant. My power is shapeshifting. I go to a school that teaches those like us to control our gifts." He stopped to let her absorb that information
 
Angelos wiped away the blood. However much he got used to it, the transformations always hurt. Thankfully, in the the gym he could always take it out on something…Which was why the dummy next to him was covered in stab wounds.
 
Luna finished eating her dinner, put her glass bottle in the recycling bin an washed her plate off. After drying and putting away her plate, she left the kitchen. She flew up the two flights of stairs to her bedroom. She shut her ice covered door behind her and sat down on her bed. She flopped back, loose strands of hair came out of we French braid and fell in wisps around her face. She blew them out I her face angrily. She sat back up and took out her French braid. Her slick black hair fell across her black wings and her bed behind her. She sighed, hating that her wings got in the way all the time. At least she could fly whenever she wanted. She started humming as she took a book off her shelf, opened it up, and began reading.
 

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